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ravengards-rogue · 2 months

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i thought of you so often.

arthur morgan x reader.

✧ tags : fem!reader (gendered language, explicit use of she/her in reference to reader), children / planning on children, generally sappiness, fluff, au where nothing bad happens to arthur hdskjsdkfhsj.

✧ wc : 2.4k (???)

✧ a/n : arthur morgan.... save me arthur morgan....also not a super original thought but i can't Stop thinking about it.

✧ synopsis : a collection of love letters, all unfinished, tucked somewhere you aren't meant to find them. oh, arthur loves you more than you knew.

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You try to keep out of Arthur's belongings.

He's owed some privacy, for one. More than that, you've never felt any reason to look into it. Arthur isn't a man of many words, though you catch moments of his introspection should you pry. He isn't stoic, neither. And above all things, he's kind. Really truly kind in a way that makes him different from other men.

You don't have any complaints about him is what you mean. Unlike the men you've loved before, there are no short-comings of Arthur that would drive you to wanting to investigate his own personal things. Especially something so personal like his journals, prior or present.

On top of that, you were there with him through everything. You were part of the gang and stayed by him when it all fell apart. It was towards the end of that that Arthur came to you near frenzied, told you his plans, his thoughts. Confided in you and no less than begged to go with him where he ran.

You loved Arthur enough to stay, and so things ended - and you ran. There isn't much his journal could tell that you couldn't surmise on your own.

It's been years now, and you've long since left that life. You live with Arthur quietly, peaceful in the moments with a garden and kitty sweet as sugar.

It's a good life. An honest, quiet one sometimes to the point of being boring. You rarely miss the action, though occasionally you'll take up a bounty just to feel alive and make some money.

Mostly though, you live as unassuming folk. No bloodshed, no wardens, no gunslinging.

Been talk between you both about having a baby, recently. Serious talk. You've made some money between here and there, and you've got a good life. You've traveled too. But it gets a little lonely, and you don't really get your fill with just Jack when John and Abi are ways away.

Before anything like that, though - you need to clear some space. Empty out some belongings and things collecting dust. Living in one place for too long creates all sorts of mess, you find. When Arthur is home to help, he does - but he's been busy lately figuring something out with Charles. Some business venture related to ranching that you know nothing about so far. They'll tell you when its ready.

Usually when you're tidying, you keep to just your things, or your shared things - but Arthur has lived more life than you. It shows in that big closet space filled with nick-knacks he has yet to toss.

You'd mentioned it to him not too long ago and he'd given you permission to go through them.

(A kiss to your forehead from chapped lips and hands holding your waist, Arthur hums in acknowledgement as you ask his permission.

"Ain't nothing I gotta hide from you. Do whatever you need.)

But like you said - you try to keep your nose out of his business if it's not necessary for you to be in it in anyway.

You weren't trying to look through his things, really. You started cleaning, worked your way to that last box. Up on a shelf in his closet, a little too high for you to reach easily. You made a misstep and dropped the damn thing. It barely missed your head as the whole thing fell open, and out came journals and papers and photographs.

You've always known Arthur to be sentimental, so none of it has been particularly surprising. A photo of wolves and him on a horse, the picture from John and Abigail's engagement. Some other scraps of sentimental value.

And then there was a journal. Not Arthur's journal that he's always using, but another you've never seen before. You know Arthur journals, seen the thing plenty though you never look unless he shows you first.

A journal with a dark brown stained leather binding, fallen open and your name scrawled out in pencil lead at the top of it.

The curiosity got the better of you, okay? Not your damn fault.

So you're thinking on it.

The fabric of your skirt is pooled out underneath you as you hold the thing in your hands, sitting down on the ground surrounded by things. You've stowed away everything else that fell out from the box after ensuring it was intact, including Arthur's journals. Everything with the exception of the one you're holding.

Some guilt eats at you. You don't wanna upset him potentially by having looked. Even if he gave you permission, looking in the damn thing is a little different. But your name was there so clearly, and well - you didn't think he wrote about you. Apart from here and there, maybe.

You hold the book out in front of you with a sigh, looking fondly at his name ingrained in the leather. You press your forehead against it with, resigning yourself completely.

"Lord forgive my pryin'," You mumble, hoping it's enough to absolve you.

Your heart feels funny as you let your fingers trace over the hard edge of the front cover, one eye shut as you start to open it slow.

The first few pages are nothing special.

A page outlining who the journal belongs to and when it was started, and some doodles of yarrow and oleander. The pages after that filled with mundane entries. About people he met or things he saw, all endearing to you. The corners of your lips tug up slightly.

You really love this man helplessly.

You flip through a few more pages, many of them blank before writing starts to appear again. Little by little, you find passages. You look to the dates up at the corner (though not all of them have one) and trace the timeline. This is from all the way back in Horseshoe Overlook.

It feels like ages ago now.

You look at a page with no date, and reading the writing in it. There's doodles of flowers and trees along the bottom of the page. The words are easy enough to make out - because Arthur has the most unusually beautiful handwriting.

There's some entries about you. At first, they all include your name in some context. Mentioned in the same way Arthur might mention Hosea or Abigail. The further you go, the less you see it. The more you become her and she.

It's a trend. The longer you read, the less there is about anyone else. Just you and all your silly idiosyncrasies tucked between pages. Something lovestruck and foolish lights its match in you.

Saw a body hanging at the tracks at Valentine. A gruesome sight. I told her about it and she laughed. Asked me to take her to see it. A strange woman, by all accounts.

You feel yourself smile a little as you continue to flip through the pages.

She joined me riding into town today. Said she had some business to attend but would not tell me any details. After, she came with me to purchase a new gun. I engraved a snake into it's handle, per her request.

Another few pages littered with drawings of delicate berries and waterfalls before you stumble across more writing. The more you flip, the longer the passages become you.

You can't tear your eyes away.

Rained today. Nothing too terrible or worth mentioning, except that she nearly caught a cold playing in it. I brought her coffee to keep her warm, but could not scold her further upon seeing her delight.

Another passage, this time written with messier hand writing. A coffee stain splatters on the white of the page.

Your heart tugs on itself. Swells about a thousand sizes. To think he wrote so much of your time together between these pages.

You read and read and read - and each passage is a little more mundane at the last. Some pages go on in vivid detail, but others are so short you aren't sure what to make of the fact he wrote them at all. As if such little details were important enough to keep in mind.

I picked a flower for her. I thought it would suit her taste. It was white with delicate petals. I did not know the name.

She wore it in her hair this evening. I find I can't stop grinning.

One passage on the next few pages, longer than the rest, catches your eye. From later in your time together, written when you were in Leymone. Near Scarlett Meadows and before the mess in Saint Denis.

After Arthur had been kidnapped.

I have gone on and on about the business with Colm O'Driscoll in many entries before this one. Yet, I find it difficult to forget. Many times I have come close to death, and still no experience lingers on my mind quite like this one. Everyone has done their best to look after me. For that I am grateful, though I do not care for being looked after. What use am I like this, I wonder? Perhaps, I should simply be grateful to be alive and in one piece, if a little uglier than I was. Alongside Miss Grimshaw and Miss Tilly, she has been by my side while I recovered. Such a carefree woman and yet I have seen her cry and weep over me countless times in the last few weeks alone. The decent man in me is apologetic for causing sorrow. Perhaps, it is the outlaw in me that feels some strange relief or satisfaction. Her fussing does not give me any grief. If anything, I find myself all the more endeared. Such a decent woman does not belong in a place like this. I hope she is able to go somewhere far away and live peacefully. I am not so shameless to want anything more. The time together we have spent, I will make sure to cherish.

Something painful and pitiful tugs at your heart. Even when Arthur admitted his feelings for you, he had started it on a similar tangent. You tell him often that you're the one who feels out of bounds with him. That a man as decent and as honest as him often feels like too much for you to have so easily.

A tear slips from your eye and you laugh at your own sentimentality, wiping it away before it can splatter onto the pages.

The further you read, the more sporadic entries become. You find that there are pages filled with sketches of you, but many of them are scratched out or half erased - like he did not find them good enough. Of your side profile, of your hands, of you pointing at a target with a gun. You feel a strange feeling of love wash over you.

Instead of concrete thoughts, you're met with Arthur's abstract. Subtle complexities and studies. There's honest tenderness in the way he sketches you and the words he chooses to caption each with. Lighter, thinner lines. Smaller doodles like stray daydreams caught onto a page.

You've never doubted Arthur in his love for you, quiet man he is - but it proves to overwhelm when presented to you in such a way.

You get to back pages. There, you're finally met with more writing. Except, instead of journal entries, there's the start of letters. You find your name at the top of the page.

Over and over. Love letters, all unfinished or scrapped. Written over and over and over, but not completed. There's tens of them at least. You've never received a love letter from Arthur before, though it's nothing you fault him for.

Now you're almost glad. You like this much better.

My darling girl My muse The better half of me, I must find some way to tell you all of what I think of you. It seems no words do it justice, I'm afraid. Still, it is in my best interest to try.

Damn that man.

When you find yourself starting to weep, you don't fight the feeling. You merely shut the book closed and set it in your lap before crying into your hands.

Such overwhelmingly happy tears. You feel off balance. If the whole world turned on its head this very minute, you're unsure you'd notice. What a decent, honest man you've come to love. What a tender one.

In the middle of your crying, you don't hear the door open or close. Nor do you hear Arthur's heavy footfall until he's in the doorway, with a voice worried half to death.

"Sweetheart, what in the hell?"

You turn your head to look at him, watching his eyes widen at your tear stained face. You clamber to your feet hurriedly, book dropping onto the ground next to you as you throw yourself at him as soon as you can.

Arthur is a steady enough man not to stumble when you do, though you can feel his apprehension. Eventually, he circles his arms around your waist. His hugs are strong. Bout strong as him and then some. An arm wrapped around your waist, the other crossed over your back all around your shoulder. Full pressure as he squeezes you tight, patting the back of your head.

"I leave you alone for a few hours. What has gotten into you, little lady?"

You pull back and and look at him, wet lashes and all, before leaning up to kiss him. Arthur meets your lips chastely at first before making a noise of surprise as you kiss him further. You use both hands to grab his face as you do, scruff scratching against your skin. His lips are soft, welcoming. He melts into the touch, so easily - blue eyes lovestruck as you pull away.

"You know I love you, don't you Arthur? More than anyone in this crazy world we live in,"

His face softens visibly. He smiles at you, touching his head to yours.

"Somehow, I do. Though, I'm wonderin' what the hell brought this on."

You tuck your face against his chest, feeling his laughter reverb through you at the way you cling to him so fervently. You sniffle as you talk.

"Found your journal. The one about me,"

He goes stiff, then silent. When you look up again, he's blushing red. He pinches his brow.

"Lord, I'd forgotten all about it,"

You shake your head.

"Ain't nothing for you to be embarrassed about. You are so wonderful,"

He pouts at you. Your heart swells. "You ain't helping with the embarrassment."

You hold him further. Hug him so tight, worried he'll disappear if you don't.

"I love you, Arthur."

"You already told me once, didn'tcha?"

"And I'll tell you one thousand times over," You emphasize, pouting at him. "Really. I love you,"

"I love you too sweetheart," His hand cups your face, thumb brushing along your waterline. "Don't cry no more. Spoils that pretty face."

"I'll try but I don't know if it's all out of me,"

Arthur laughs, pressing a kiss against your hairline. "Guess I'll just have to wipe your tears."

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#zero.writes #rogues love letters #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fluff #red dead redemption x reader #this is so lovesick and silly i feel so miserable #I AM A JOHN GIRL. BUT. well that deadbeat father and bastard isnt gonna write you love letters like arthur im afraid

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phoenixkaptain · 2 months

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I love Stardew Valley and I love the community and I love how we all bond over pixelated chickens like we’re seventy-year-old women bonding over grandchildren- - -

But I get so annoyed with the character hate, like!!! All the characters are great!! All the romance-able characters are great!! I keep getting recommended videos about the bad parts of characters and I just want to scream!!

Penny: lovely. Charming. Kids are a big part of dating her because she teaches kids, of course she’s going to react a bit badly if you hate children. She is trying to teach kids so that they don’t have to have the same life she and her mother do, why do you hate this woman who is just anxious?

Shane: lovely. Charming. Perfect. “He still drinks after we get married, which ruins the whole story” NO. No. Shane is an alcoholic, and a severe one. If he quit cold-turkey, he would fucking die. “Harvey pumped his stomach” HE WOULD DIE. And I don’t care that my husband is messy, he has his own room and I don’t have to go over there!!

Maru: lovely. Charming. She hates working. She loves working on machines. She thinks about machines to build for you to make life easier. She’s adorable. She has a complicated relationship with her brother and I want to help them fix it goddangit because I love fictional siblings.

Elliott: lovely. Charming. An artist. He only leaves his home for like four hours a day. I can really relate to the desire to shave off all of one’s own hair. I feel that in my bones. Also, is friends with Willy and I fucking love Willy so A++

Leah: “she’s a lesbian” She’s fucking bi stop erasing bi rep in Bi Rep the Video Game

Sam: he’s a musician and a skater. This is what the perfect man looks like.

Emily: just the most charming. She has a complicated relationship with her sister because she takes care of her. She works at a saloon, how can someone not love a literal saloon worker? She’s crazy, she’s wild, she’s a flower child, I’m in love with her

Harvey: glasses. Doctor man. Occasionally puts on headphones to not so subtly hint that he doesn’t want to talk to you. This is what the perfect man looks lik-

Abigail: I don’t see a lot of people complain about Abigal, but I’ve seen a few and it just feels like- you guys love Sebastian so much but don’t like Abigail? What type of double standard is this?

Alex: everyone always says not to date him if your playing a female farmer, but honestly, his dialogue only cuts out parts if you play male. Like, he still says he felt different about you from day one even if you’re playing as a girl. The character affected the most by your gender choice in regards to dating Alex is George, and if you’ve already befriended George, he’ll apologize for being mean about your sexuality when he never even said anything mean about your sexuality, which is kind of funny

I never see people complain about Haley or Sebastian, which is fair, because Haley has a cute character arc and Sebastian loves frogs (this is what the perfect man lo-) My only problem is that people praise these two but rag on everyone else when I feel like all the characters are balanced pretty evenly in terms of good-bad traits.

Which trait is which is dependent on the person playing the game anyway, so when someone like me plays, I can’t help but find the characters perfect because I’m very forgiving when it comes to fictional characters’ undesirable traits. I mean, my favourite trait of all is stupidity, pure and unbridled, I’m talking facepalm-inducing, groan-worthy, the type of character people complain about the most; the type of stupid that makes people stop enjoying things. How can I dislike these characters who are cute and a bit awkward and so ready to bed the first hot farmer they come across even when that farmer sifts through their trash and passes out three steps away from their own house and drinks mayonnaise and would eat hay given half the chance. Like come on. They’re all moron-sexual. I can relate to that.

In conclusion: your favourite bachelor and/or bachelorette is as wonderful as you think they are and screw the people who try to tell you otherwise. The characters are great because they appeal to different people. Enjoy the game and enjoy the dating and I swear to God if I see another person say that certain farm layouts are bad because they don’t make enough money- the game doesn’t have a time limit! You can make as much money as you want! You could sell one sap everyday and nothing else and you would still be able to make it to however much money you desire to have. There’s not really a fast way to make ten billion gold, that doesn’t mean that the farm layouts you don’t like are bad and yes I’m ranting just because I love the slopes of the mining farm its layout is chamrjng and picturesque and provides a unique challenge to decorating and placing buildings and it’s actually the BEST farm layout because I just decided so and-!

Stardew Valley is a great game, 10/10 would recommend, and the new update is already great because I found carrot seeds and I like carrots :)

#the inane ramblings of a madman #stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley bachelorettes #i can judge all the characters pretty equally #because my fave partner is krobus #i love my creechur #he gives me hugs!!!#he waddles around my house!!!#i love this guy i want to give him all the hugs in the world #no joke he moved in and i hugged him like twenty times just because i could #krobus for bestest guy in the game #i love shane and penny was my first wifey and sebastian puts frogs in my home #but krobus man #🤌🤌🤌#long post #ignore me i’ve been seeing things with mine eyes and it doth cause me great bother

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machetegirl109 · 11 months

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Synopsis: After spending the whole Bible study daydreaming of Abby, she finally makes your fantasies come true. *inspiration: vacation bible school by ayesha erotica*

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, F/F, modern!AU, suggestive and offensive language, religion, abby&reader are 18, smut, angst, switch!abby&reader, dom!abby, sub!reader, thigh riding, fingering(r&a!receiving), oral(a!receiving), no aftercare, mean!abby x reader

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Word Count: 2.6k+

Oneshot: Vacation Bible School

❝︎and like every other shitty love story

you came and went❞︎

Church camp happens every year during the summer. It lasts for a week; during this time, you live together in cabins, explore the outdoors, and dine in community, all while learning about religion.

You’ve been taking part in attending ever since you were a little kid. The campgrounds are filled with kids, teens, and young adults. The VBS director would be supervising the assisting staff that consisted of other members of the Christian church, where they were divided into group leaders, an audio/video coordinator, music director, Bible story tellers, game leaders, craft supervisors, and kitchen staff.

This year would be the last summer camp trip for you and the other 18 year-olds before you all start college.

Every year you’d be eager for the summertime, wanting nothing more than to arrive at the huge campsite with lots of green space, bushes and trees, picnic tables and a bonfire. Paths that led to the big main cabin where indoor activities and supper were held, another that led to multiple smaller cabins scattered around a secluded area with some portable wooden toilets by the end of the trail and finally a path that led to the forest where a beautiful river was at as well as a hiking trail.

Although you did enjoy being surrounded by the calming nature and your fellow church peers, what made you anxiously wait for the one week vacation every year was her. Abby Anderson. You two met years ago when you were kids, having to spend the days around each other as you two learned about Jesus and his rules. You and the blonde girl quickly became friends; however you never spoke to each other outside the camping grounds. In day-to-day life, you would only admire her from a distance. Whether it was on the Sunday evening services, or at the school; you paid attention to Abby’s movement as she kneeled to pray, or when she talked to those around her.

Something about her made your hands shake with nervousness, your heart skipped beats just by the thought of her so, so pretty eyes and her strong arms—

“What do you say, miss Y/N?” The pastor interrupts your thoughts and you move your eyes from Abby who’s sitting in front of you to his direction.

“I’m sorry, pastor. What was the question again?”

“What is the message in Ephesians 5:3?” He asks again and your peers, who are seated in a chair circle as the pastor stands in the middle, turn their heads towards you as they all wait for an answer.

“Uh, I… I don’t know…I’m sorry.” You shamefully look at your hands down on lap.

“That is okay, Y/N. We are all here to learn, isn't that right kids?” They all move their heads up and down, agreeing with the pastor. “Can anyone tell me what is the message in Ephesians 5:3?”

“I can.” One of the students complied.

“Yes, Abigail. Go ahead.” As soon as he calls out her name, your head shots up and you’re looking at the girl in front of you again. She clears her throat and before she begins to speak, her eyes meet yours.

“But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be onced named among you, as becometh saints;” Abby concludes, her blue eyes never leaving yours. Soon, the priest thanks her for the answer, proceeding with his class and the blonde gives you a small smile. She manspreads on her chair and you feel the blood pump faster into your veins as your body grows hot.

Abby is wearing a white tank top that exposes her strong muscles, black skinny jeans with a heavy-looking belt as well as a pair of black chuck taylor’s. You can’t help but wonder how she would look on top of you, with her blonde hair forming a curtain around your head and her big hands roaming through your body.

After spending the rest of the Bible study distracted staring at the pretty blonde across from you, the class comes to an end. “Alright,kids, that will be all for today. Go ahead and enjoy your last day here and make sure to be ready to attend the bonfire tonight!” The priest leaves the open room located inside the main cabin and soon the students follow behind. Each leaving at their own pace as they conversate with their friends. You look around you and notice Abby is still seated in her chair, like you. She smirks before standing up, making her way to you.

“You seemed a bit distracted. Anything interesting in your mind?” Abby reaches her hand out for you to hold as you leave your chair.

“Oh, nothing, it’s stupid. “ You smile shyly and hold onto her, who soon drops your hand after helping you up. She hums in response as she licks her lips and points her head towards the door, hinting you to follow her as she begins to walk.

“Well, now I need to know what stupid thing you were possibly thinking about while you stared at me the whole study.” You hide your face in your palms, cringing at how you shamelessly looked at her during the class.

“Sorry…” You muffle through your hands before dropping them to your sides again. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Abby lets out a small laugh at your reaction, loving the way you get so shy around her. You two keep walking until you reach the path that led to the area where many small cabins were scattered around.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” She quickly scans the area around, checking to see if anyone can see or hear the two of you. “I think I already know what you were thinking about, though.” Her eyes drop to your plump lips and your throat goes dry.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play dumb and Abby chuckles.

“Hm. I think we were both thinking about the same stupid things.” She raises her hand to your cheek, lightly massaging the pad of her thumb onto your soft skin and then pushing it down to your bottom lip. You feel as if your heart dropped to your core as heat and pulse grows inside your panties. Her hand teasingly grips your neck before she drops it and takes one of your hands into hers, guiding two walk towards the portable wood toilets by the end of the trail.

She looks around once again, checking for people and opens the door as she rushly gets in, pulling you with her and shutting the door closed. Your back presses into the wood as one of her hands pushes you against the wall by the neck. Abby’s blue eyes turned a shade darker, desired in them as she placed her knee between your legs, earning a small moan from you.

“You’ve been watching me the whole week,” She says as her free hand creeps under the hem of your shirt, fingers lightly tingling the skin of your stomach. “But I’ve been watching you too.” She palms your left breast harshly, flicking her calloused finger on your nipple and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “You know the expression you make when you stare at me?”

You stay silent and her grip around your neck tightens.

“When I ask something, you answer.” Abby says softly and removes her hand from your chest, sliding it down to the side of your hips, carving her short nails into your skin as she moves you to grind against her hard thigh; making you bite your lips as you feel your clothed cunt rub deliciously against the material of her jeans. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“I-I don’t know, Abby…”

“You stare at me with this really pathetic expression on your face,” The lights inside the small compartment die down suddenly before turning back on – And as you look at Abby again, a shit-eating grin appear on her pretty lips.

“The expression of someone who just really wants me to fuck them stupid.” You snake your arms around her neck and she lets go of yours, now hugging your waist as she guides your movements. “Do you want me to fuck you stupid?” Abby whispers in your ear with a rough voice.

“Yes-Yes, Abby. Ple-please.” You ask as you hide your face onto her neck, her pinewood scent filling your nostrils and you moan into her skin. Your hot breath hits against her neck and Abby feels your arousal mark a spot on her pants. A soft blush runs over her soft freckled face and her boxers start to feel heavy by her own wetness.

“Please what, angel?”

“Ple-please fuck me, Abby.” You remove your head from its previous position and forcefully grabs the back of her hair, pulling her face towards yours as your lips smack together. Abby bites and pulls onto your bottom lip and soon her tongue sneaks into your mouth, making the kiss become more heated and sloppy. She hugs your waist tighter. “I want you,” You say in between the kisses. “Jus-just fuck me already, ple-please.”

Abby lets out a moan by hearing your pleas and holds your hips still as she lower her lips to your neck. She nibbles and licks at your skin and you let out heavy breaths and pleasure filled moans. She moves one of her hands to your exposed thigh due your skirt riding up, and she slowly slides it closer and closer to your heat as she caresses your hot skin. Soon enough she cups your pussy through your dripping wet panties, the feeling of her warm hand sends a wave of electricity through your body and you moan her name out.

“I've been wanting to do this all week,” Abby confesses. She slowly drags your panties to the side and runs two fingers up your slick, collecting the liquid of your excitement. “Fuck… You’re so fucking wet for me. So ready for me, baby.” She gives you a quick and soft peck on the lips and suddenly thrusts her ring and middle finger inside your weeping cunt.

“Ah ah ah Abby!” You moan as you feel her fingers filling you. Abby begins to move her fingers in-and-out of you, starting off slow and soon she picks up the pace, pumping them fast and with precision inside you. You rock your hips, following her fingers' pace, causing your clit to deliciously and harshly rub against the palm of her hand. “Fuck Abby,,, you're–ahh fucking me so good…”

Abby lets out a quiet laugh and leans in for another messy kiss, saliva dripping off of both your chins as you make out. She soon fingers into you deeper than before, the tip of her fingers meeting that spongy spot inside you. She presses onto it and you rub your clit harder into her palm. You break the kiss, lips swollen for the biting and sucking.

“I'm gon-gonna cum,”

“I'm here, angel. Cum for me, baby.” Soon something inside you snaps and you feel your body shake as a pleasure washes over you.

“Such a good fucking girl, making a mess all over my hand.” Abby helps you ride out your high, her hand and leg drenched from you as she carefully removes her fingers from your sensitive cunt, letting out a hiccup once you feel empty again. You attempt to catch your breath, chest rising up and down rapidly as you both look at eachother. You hold her hand towards your mouth, cleaning her sticky fingers from your orgasm and she opens a small smile.

“You're so hot,” Abby says giving you one more kiss before removing her leg from in between yours.”So fuckin’ dirty for me.” You kiss her back, pulling at her bottom lip and asking for tongue passage which she happily obliged to. Pushing Abby against the wall, your hands fall to her hips, undoing her white studded belt and letting it fall to the ground. “You're gonna make me feel good, Angel?” She smirks upon seeing a naughty look on your face and you nod.

“Yeah, Abby, I'll make you feel so good…” You kiss her lips and neck one last time before you move towards her breasts and stomach. When you reach her crotch, you shamelessly rub your face against it, causing her to gasp and moan as she forces you onto the floor by your shoulders.

Abby helps you unbutton her pants and you bring them down along with her boxers as you kneel in front of her, the smell of her pussy makes your mouth water. She frees one of her ankles from the clothes, propping her leg over your shoulder and you snake your arm around her tight to keep her secure. She looks down at you, looking like a pretty and desperate little slut just for her. One of her hands goes to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her glistening lips. You lay your tongue out and you slowly lick her slick bottom to top, reaching her throbbing bud and giving it a harsh suck.

“Uhmm, fuck,” She moans upon the contact, pushing her hips closer to you mouth. “Yeah, just like that, baby.” You finally bury your tongue into her cunt, exploring her as she lets out a string of breathless moans. Abby begins to grind against your face, your soft muscle lapping on her mouthwatering pussy and your nose softly and deliciously brushing against her clit. “Look at me,” She pats your head and you bring your eyes up to her but never stopping fucking your tongue into her. “Lookin’ so beautiful on your knees for me, ahh– s-so so fucking perfect,”

Abby soon feels the tension that sits on the bottom of her stomach is about to explode. Her moves become more messy and rapid as she chases your face. The leg that is up your shoulder starts to shake, the trembling of her body making her to hold onto your free shoulder for support. You notice Abby will soon break and change the focus of your thrust to her needy button, lick and circling your tongue on it and adding two fingers into her.

“D-don't stop, fuckfuckfuc–” Her hips stutter as you scissor your fingers into her, never stopping giving attention to her clit. You feel her pussy gushing around you and she soon releases her juices, making a mess on your hand and face. Abby breaks eye contact as she presses the back of her head onto the wooden wall. She closes her eyes and furrows her brows while coming down from her orgasm. You distance your mouth from her now sensitive clit and gently remove your fingers from her. She drops her leg off of your shoulder and you, still on your knees, move to help her fix her pants and belt.

“No, it’s okay,” Abby moves away from your touch, making you slowly stand back on your feet. “I can do it.” She pushes her black jeans back up and grabs her belt off the floor, quickly wrapping them around the waistband of her jeans. You quietly observe her, hopeful thoughts run around your head, thoughts about you and Abby becoming closer after today – The last day of camp. “So, uhh,” She nervously runs her hand through her blonde strands as her face displays a shameful and regretful expression.

“We should get going, th-the last bonfire will start soon…” You feel as if the ground disappeared, your heart squeezes inside your chest and tears form in your eyes. “Uhm… I'll see you around, yeah?” She quickly exits, leaving you alone in the compartment. You look down at your knees, red and swollen from all the kneeling, and then you look around the small porta wooden potty, your hand palms your face as you take in what just happened. Regret fills you for what you and Abby just did – In a damn porta potty, at church camp nonetheless – and at how easy you gave yourself to her, only to be tossed away just as easily.

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TLT characters and smoking: Judith: got peer-pressured into it as a teenager because someone told her Coronabeth and/or Marta would think it was cool. Nearly passed out coughing and has never been willingly within six feet of a cigarette since Marta: Only smokes after she fucks. Which is a lot, by the way. Coronabeth: No particular interest in smoking, but would 1000% take it up if she thought it would make her more interesting to someone. May in fact do that now that Ianthe smokes. Ianthe: Canonically does smoke as of the end of NTN. Probably wasn't especially interested beforehand, especially given her dodgy necromancer lungs, but once she was a lyctor the psychosexual drama of the mithraeum was always gonna give her some sort of vice Naberius: no interest whatsoever, he's an athlete and he's too concerned about his looks and the potential for premature ageing. Not that it would matter, as Ianthe would just fix him, but he doesn't strike me as the type. Would definitely vape though, and let's be real, if any house has vapes, it's the third. Isaac: Teenage rebellion phase might include smoking, might even include weed. The Fifth would be horrified by this. Jeannemary: Probably more likely to smoke than Isaac as part of the aforementioned teenage rebellion phase, if I'm honest. Abigail: nope, she'd be too aware that it's bad for you to enjoy it. I can see her enjoying edibles though, it feels like they might help with certain kinds of spirit magic. Magnus: Cigars. Look at the guy. Palamedes: absolutely the fuck not, although he did at least pick up the muscle memory for it during The Unwanted Guest shenanigans. Cam: Equally absolutely the fuck not. Paul: Until I read TUG, I'd have said just as much of a no as with Cam and Pal, but now I know Palamedes went into that whole thing with Ianthe's smoking habit rubbed off on him, there's an outside chance they'll share one with Pyrrha Dulcinea: Would never be allowed to smoke, which I suspect would mean she'd very much want to given the "sick of roses and horny for revenge" thing. She should've been chuffing fat darts every minute we saw her in the river bubble. Maybe she was, just not around Harrow. Protesilaus: Doesn't strike me as the sort, although we don't see much of him. Silas: no, he's a weird sixteen-year-old temperance freak and also a frail necromancer Colum: Definitely smokes. Rolls his own. May not even bother with filters given how he knows the siphoning is fucking him up faster than the cigs ever could. Gideon Nav: Might try it to impress girls, but is probably too aware of the possibility of it messing up her fitness, which she also uses to try to impress girls. Harrow: Nah. Just being around cigarette smoke would overstimulate her.

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ladykailitha · 9 months

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 4

I'm back with our boys, I just couldn't leaving the poor people reading Royal Pain hanging like that. I'm an author, not a monster. So it's a little longer a chapter to make up for the wait.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

We get hints of plot and backstory. Enjoy!

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The sky was starting to lighten and Steve groaned.

“Make time stop,” he murmured into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie chuckled. “Sorry, princess, but you promised Lucas that you would be back at dawn.”

Steve grumped, but crawled off his boyfriend and stretched. “Who would have thought vampires have better stamina then werewolves.”

Eddie’s answering grin was positively feral.

“Who’s to say I wasn’t like that before I got turned?” He winked at Steve as he pulled on his clothes.

Steve laughed. “I’ll guess I’ll never know.”

Eddie straightened up and looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

Steve shrugged. “A couple things, really. Like I don’t know what you were like before you changed and I won’t know if it’s just you or all vampires that are that good, because I don’t intend to sleep with anyone else. Ever.”

Eddie finished putting on his clothes and put his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. “You are very romantic for someone who comes from a race that is infamous for fucking everything willing.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Everyone says I’m too romantic for my own good, for the pack’s good.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s throat without so much as the hint of teeth. “Too bad, baby, because I am into that shit.”

Steve moaned. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it back to the compound in time.”

Eddie chuckled again, his warm breath huffing against the skin of Steve’s neck. He let go of Steve’s waist. “Go on, sweet cheeks,” he teased. “I’ve got to report back to my uncle before the sun fully comes up.”

Steve nodded and waited until Eddie was in the sky before he transformed.

Steve made it to the pack compound before the first true ray of dawn even peeked over the horizon.

Lucas huffed out a wolfy laugh. “Cutting it little close, aren’t we?”

Steve shrugged. “What can I say? I’m horny teenager that hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. So sue me.”

Lucas rolled on the ground laughing. “Come on, it’s time for Murray to do guard duty.”

Steve nodded. “Can you have Erica and Holly play nearby while he does his watch?”

Lucas sat up and nodded. “Still don’t trust him?”

Steve shook his head. The alpha watched as the scrawny wolf that was Murray’s alter came oozing out of the woods. He bowed his head to Steve and kept it down as the alpha and younger teen passed him.

As the two wolves went further into the forest that surrounded their home, they could feel the gaze of the older wolf on them.

Eddie made it back to the trailer park well before the sky lightened enough to hurt him. He smiled at the structure that had been his home since he was young. It didn’t look like it held the most dangerous and powerful vampire in Indiana. But looks were deceiving for both the man and his home.

Wayne had been turned in Kentucky around the beginning of the 18th century. When he sided against the South’s right to own people, he was chased out of his home into Indiana, only barely a couple decades into statehood.

There with the help of Dr Martin Brenner, the coven Dominus and Clarence Harrington, the alpha, Steve’s great, great, great grandfather (werewolves live longer, so not as many generations between Steve and his ancestor as there was between Eddie and his) and the reason it’s called the Harrington Pack, founded Hawkins as a safe haven for the supernatural and humans alike.

Wayne looked rough, because he was born rough. The oldest son of a farmer. He had six siblings but of those six, only two lived to adulthood. Abigail, and the youngest, Lawrence. When he was attacked, he fought back, getting the vampire’s blood in his teeth, accidentally starting the turning process.

He learned how to hunt and be a vampire all his own, breaking all the stereotypes of a turned vampire being feral.

Because of his rough looks it made people underestimate him, so he dug into that hard. He moved with the poor and disenfranchised wherever the people in power put them. He finally settled in Forest Hills. His trailer looked as rough as the man himself.

But it was built like fortress. Not a single ray of light pierced its metal hide and the windows were mainly for show. It was a tough old thing, too. Eddie had heard stories of tornadoes ripping through the area only to be the only thing left standing.

Eddie wasn’t sure what it was made of, but it was home. He slipped into the trailer like a shadow to find his uncle waiting for him.

“Cutting it pretty fine, aren’t you, boy?” Wayne asked from his comfortable arm chair.

Eddie grinned. “You know me, I like to push the boundaries as far as I can.”

Wayne scoffed. “And one day it’s going to get you killed.”

They stared at each other for a moment before Wayne got to his feet and gave Eddie a hug.

“I’m glad you’re home, Ed,” he murmured. “I worried that Hopper had finally crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.”

Eddie nodded, “It was a near thing, Uncle Wayne, but Steve had finally healed enough to use his alpha voice and force submission.”

“I worry that he had to use it all,” Wayne said.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie said cocking his head to the side, “at least Operation Vamp Out was a success. So there’s that at least.”

Wayne pulled back, putting Eddie at arms length to see him properly. “You got the alpha to do what exactly? Because this shit’s important, Ed.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully, “I’m not sure I feel comfortable telling you about that, if I’m honest.”

Wayne’s eyebrows went up and his eyelids fluttered to a close. “You fucked him, didn’t you? You fucked the alpha of the Harrington pack.” He opened his eyes.

Eddie pursed his lips to try and hide his smile, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him.

“Hop was against it until I said you were my maker,” Eddie hedged.

“Yeah, because that meant he wouldn’t have to fight off Bill Hargrove for the pleasure.”

Eddie frowned. “S’that because the Dominus is a racist piece of shit who is absolutely grinding his fangs to powder because his half-sister is dating a werewolf?”

Wayne chuckled. “The very like.”

“He’s also very scared of you,” Eddie said moving to sit on the sofa, “Hop I mean.”

Wayne’s grin was vicious in its unfurling. “That’s because Hop knows what I’d do to him if he toed out of line.”

“I’ve always wondered why you didn’t do anything about him when he drunk off his ass most of the time.”

Wayne knelt in front Eddie and took his hands gently. “Because around the time Sara died, you came into my life. You were already a frightened little boy who was thrown into my care, not know what kind of vampire I was. Would you have warmed up to me as well as you did if I had torn Jim Hopper to shreds?”

Eddie blinked up at him, his mouth wide with shock. “No.”

“There, you have your answer,” Wayne said softly. “I couldn’t deal with a wayward alpha when I had a sweet boy to look after.”

He moved to sit next to Eddie on the sofa and bumped him with his shoulder. “I can’t be everywhere and I’ve learned that I can’t throw my weight around like I used to. I’m actually worried that I’m losing control of the town.”

“Is this about Jason and the other boys?” Eddie asked.

Wayne nodded. “It never should have gotten as far as it did. Let alone to the attempted murder of the pack’s alpha. And Sheriff Powell has been fractious to put it mildly.”

Eddie pursed his lips and then licked them slowly. “It would be better if Hopper was police chief again.”

Wayne nodded again. “Powell as sheriff is bad for the town. I’ll talk to Mayor Roberts and see if we can’t at least get him suspended for not taking a threat to the Harrington Pack alpha seriously.”

“Have Steve and Billy with you,” Eddie suggested. “Especially Steve. Because at least he can show the mayor the scars that the silver made.”

“That’s a good idea, Ed,” Wayne said. “I’ll get right on that.” He bumped Eddie’s shoulder again. “You’ve got a good head on you. Maybe in a few years, I’ll have you take over as leader here.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. “Only if that means you’re still around. I don’t want to lose you.”

Wayne pulled him close. “I won’t leave you. Not if it’s in my power.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into his neck like he did that first night all those years ago. “I love you.”

Wayne kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, boy.”

Mayor Roberts was pissed. He had especially placed Danny Powell as sheriff when the whole town thought Jim Hopper was dead. But the man had placed him between a rock and two vampires and a werewolf alpha all chomping on the bit for justice.

Justice that was rightly deserved. Hunters were like vigilantes. Outside the law, but respected by those who thought them necessary. Hunters that were very much barred from the town of Hawkins for a reason.

To be honest he was a little surprised it took five days for the three men in question to darken his door.

Wayne Munson walked in flanked by the teen leaders of the coven and pack. Billy Hargrove stood on the elder vampire’s right, while Steve Harrington stood on Wayne’s left.

The young werewolf looked more than a little worse for wear, he winced when he moved into the room, favoring his left leg. The leg Roberts was told had not only been shot with a silver bullet but caught in a silver foot trap.

It was inhumane what those boys did to Steve, but it was thing to hear about it and it was quite another to see its effects.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Roberts greeted solemnly. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this under these circumstances. Please have a seat.”

Harrington looked like he wanted to but when Munson and Hargrove didn’t he couldn’t without looking weak in front everyone. Something the alpha could not do.

He shifted his weight to his foot, straightening his spine so it looked as though he was standing on both legs equally.

Hargrove caught the movement and smirked. Munson ignored them both.

“We’ve come to see what is being done,” Munson said gravely.

“Jason and Patrick are both eighteen and will be charged with the full extent of the law,” Roberts said. “Andy, Chase, and Josh are all underaged and it’s trickier. Josh and Chase are only sixteen, while Andy is seventeen.”

All three supernaturals winced.

“Try Andy as child,” Steve said, “and then force the younger two boys to do community service in both the pack and the coven. Six weeks with each sect.”

Wayne and Billy looked over at Steve in shock. Mayor Roberts raised an eyebrow.

“What is the basis for that assessment?” the mayor asked.

Steve properly straightened up and all the boy next door persona dropped away to reveal a very powerful alpha. “I was there. I could tell that the two pups were only along for what they thought was prank. They are young enough that if they see what being in coven is like, what being in a pack is like, I believe they can change.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down.

“Andy was a more willing participant,” he continued seriously, “but perhaps one that could be persuaded that he was in the wrong. The other two knew full well of what they were doing and should be punished for it.” He looked up at Mayor Roberts, fire burning in his eyes.

Hargrove let out a long whistle. “Got some brains on you after all. I agree with alpha Harrington’s assessment and terms.”

All three men looked to Munson who was considering it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “It is sound judgment but I would like to add one thing, if I may?”

Mayor Roberts nodded. “Go on.”

“That the justice for Steve concerning the fate of Jason and Patrick be placed in my hands,” he growled.

The other three men blanched.

“They are still boys,” Mayor Roberts said, twisting a tissue in his hands nervously.

“I won’t kill them,” Munson promised. “But it’s time again I showed this town why I am its master.”

The mayor gulped, but nodded. Munson lowered his head slightly and then back up, not quite a nod, but an acknowledgment nonetheless.

Munson turned on his heel and walked out, the alpha and Dominus close behind.

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eskildit · 9 months

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the unwanted guest incoherent ramblings under read more so spoilers below:

did tamsyn muir enter my brain and ask "oh what would drive flora just absolutely insane" and then write that????? i have to WORK today!!!

i was literally just thinking about naberius and how different his relationships to ianthe and corona were. hes socially beneath both of them but ianthe and babs had more of a back and forth compared to the far more unbalanced dynamic between corona and babs.

and naberius' care for rules!!!! i was rereading the duel between gideon and naberius a bit ago and in addition to the obvious part of gideon breaking the rules, theres this tiny moment between naberius and magnus. naberius points out that hed be embarrassed to admit to losing to a fourteen year old, to which magnus makes a joke, gives babs a look, and naberius looks scolded. like for all his bitchy attitude he steps back into line when told to!

im forever gonna be rotating around in my mind the fact that babs was continuously cheated on. what a fascinating character detail. also my favorite line of the whole story was "I ruled him through fear and poison and he relaxed into it like a warm bath." woof.

AAAAAAAAA i am such a paldulcie girl so i dont even have interesting thoughts i just feel insane. i figured out around the third scene that the voice was dulcie and i had to take a lap around my apartment. them!!!! THEM!!!! other people smarter than me can unpack what the bible verse means but at a minimum hes saying shes like an angel. and the fact we never see her? that its this off stage revelation? i really think this story made great use of the stage play format but dulcie being a voice in the audience palamedes is speaking to is just. muah. perfection.

okay soul stuff!!! i had a prediction that this story was going to go into river or soul dynamics because like, its palamedes and ianthe. that sounds like what they would get up to. but im so intrigued by what this is now setting up! this certainly puts any remaining expectations of a true perfect lyctorhood to bed. it also presents a possible answer to why pyrrha was piloting g1deons body, that they had compartmentalized too much but her soul was still trying to graft on.

also have we officially proven abigail correct? that there is in fact something beyond the river? because thats what two shores would mean. one shore is the living crossing into the river, and the other shore crossing onto whatever lies past it. dulcie said she is out of the river, meaning she is at the shore beyond the river.

anyway, i love that ianthe is a liar who lies but also is just unwilling to accept facts that go against her worldview. queen of justification and denial <3

#eskildit posts tlt #the locked tomb #the unwanted guest #tug spoilers #this is the ramblings of a madman btw i am very sorry

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obsidiancreates · 3 months

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Catching Up (With No Murders This Time!)

(I just wanted Shawn and Abigail to like, see each other again and get a little closure since they broke up under such horrible circumstances.)

"Hey, sweetheart. I just wrapped up a case and I just so happen to be next to that awesome bakery you love, do you want- sweet! Uh, no, no Gus with me, your croissant will make it to you with no bites taken out of it. ... No, I'll buy my own so I'm not tempted either. Yeah, well, Selene called and told him Charlie is running a fever so he sped off before I even finished the wrap-up. Oh, gotta go, someone is about to try and get the last Nutella-filled one."

Shawn hangs up and rushes up to the counter as the person who's eyes were lingering on the Nutella-filled croissant is about to order. "You know, I am amazed you guys still make these, because I heard that hazelnuts and chocolate combined can give you hair loss."

The woman freezes, and Shawn almost does a little celebratory shimmy- until she turns around.

Shawn's mouth parts in shock. "Abigail?"

"Shawn?" Abigail blinks. "Are you really..." She leans in and whispers, "Why are you in San Fransisco?"

"I- I uh, moved here. A few years ago with- uh, well with my wife." He holds up his hand. Please don't let this be awkward, please don't let this be-

Abigail holds up her hand, showing off her own wedding ring. "We match."

A tension Shawn hadn't realized he was holding bleeds out of him. "Look at that!" He grins at her. "Who knew us crazy kids would ever find that, huh?"

"Who knew. ... Oh, you um, wanted the Nutella."

"Yeah, if- it's Jules's favorite so I just-"

"Jules? The detective you worked with? ... Actually, that makes sense."

"... Is that a... bad, 'that makes sense'?"

"No, just... it makes sense. Here, uh, I'll have the regular chocolate instead. My husband is allergic to hazelnuts anyway, I'd have to brush my teeth before kissing him, it's... a whole thing."

They order, and sit together while waiting for the coffees.

"So, um... how long have you been married?" Abigail asks before taking a bite of her pastry.

"Let me see, uh... six years, now? ... Holy crap, I've been married for six years. ... What uh, what about you?"

"Four. We met through the program I do, for teaching abroad."

"Ha, that's cool. I'm a detective, I married a detective, you're a teacher, you married a teacher... fits, it-it fits good."

"Yup."

"... Sorry about uh... all the stuff I put you through, back then. Taking you to crime scenes and client's houses was a little-"

"Stupid?"

"I was going to say offbeat, but... stupid works too." They both give a small laugh. Shawn awkwardly picks at his own pastry, Jules's sitting in his lap. There's a beat of silence that's just agonizing.

"How's Gus?" Abigail looks up at Shawn again. "I mean, I just assume you're both still doing the psychic detective thing."

"Oh, Gus is great. He uh, he got married too, about four years ago now, just before the whole uh... pandemic, thing. She's basically a clone of him, but a woman, and they've got a kid."

"Let me guess. You're the godfather."

"Which still freaks me out, by the way. He's a great kid though. Smart and awesome, just like his dad, and it looks like he got The Super Sniffer too. Gus says it's too early to tell, but-" Shawn puts a finger by his temple. The movement feels weird. He hasn't really leaned into the whole "psychic" thing for a few years now, and when he does he usually use the finger-to-eyebrow device anymore. When was the last time he did? ... Dear god, it's been ten years. Ten years since he moved out of Santa Barbara.

"Time really flies," he finds himself saying."

"Tell me about it." Abigail shakes her head. "My husband and I adopted, about two years ago now, and she's just... shooting right up. When she started walking I couldn't believe it."

"Gus couldn't either. I think he showed me the video about a billion times."

"Crying?"

"Absolutely weeping, yes."

"Nice to know some people never really change."

"Mmmm, I wouldn't say that. He's done some pretty badass stuff since you last met him."

"You do know that seems... a little far-fetched."

"More far-fetched than the time we had to prove a polar bear was framed for murder?"

"... I'm not sure if I believe you about that."

"If we had time, I could condense each little weekly adventure into about a forty-three minute story each."

"That's not very condensed."

"... You're right, it's not." Shawn nods, and looks up as the bell on the door jingles- he hears Abigail laugh a little about it and mumble that yeah, people don't really change.

The man at the door spots Abigail and grins. Shawn hones in on a wedding ring, a tie with Abigail's favorite flowers as the design, and hair that just may rival Shawn's own.

"Hey, honey." The man sweeps right over to Abigail and leans down to kiss her in her chair. "Finally sorted out the issue with our plane, we should be on our way day after tomorrow."

"Oh, thank god," Abigail groans, holding her husband's hand as he pulls over another chair to sit next to her. "I'm so tired of hotel food."

"You and me both," her husband chuckles. He looks at Shawn. "Who's this?"

"Oh, um, this is Shawn Spencer."

"Ooooh, you're the guy who took her to a crime scene as a date one time."

"Guilty," Shawn says with a laugh.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. Good things!"

"And some not-so-good things, I'm guessing?"

"No, no. ... Not about you as a person, anyway. Plenty of bad things about your job."

"Yeah, I figured. ... Oh, there's our coffees." Shawn takes his paper tray with 4 coffees (Gus and Selene will need them) and stands up. "Well, this was totally unexpected, but I'm glad it happened. It was nice seeing you again, Abigail."

"Nice seeing you too, Shawn." She smiles at him. "I'm glad you're doing well."

"Me too. Doing well is pretty great. Oh, and, glad for you, I guess."

Abigail laughs again. "Bye, Shawn.

"Bye, Abigail."

He walks out of the bakery, the sound of Abigail chatting with her husband following him until the door closes. She sounds happy. Happy and relaxed in a way that even on their best days, she never was with him. And he's glad.

He's just genuinely happy for her. That's a really, really nice feeling. No jealousy, no feeling of missed chances, no wondering of 'what-ifs'. Just... actual, authentic happiness that she's doing well.

He tucks Jules's croissant into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"... Hey, babe! Yeah, got the last Nutella for you, and a coffee. ... Yup, that perp was our case. Really? Described being caught by 'some kind of ninjas or something?' Well, babe, as much as I'd love to tell you I've secretly been a martial arts master our whole marriage, you can put in your report that he's absolutely lying because he's very embarrassed. Truth is Gus accidentally knocked over some marble statue onto him while he was chasing me through the art exhibit. ... Can I fill out the statement later tonight? I got coffee for Gus and Selene too. Awesome! I will hang around to tell you who I just ran into, though. Of course I'm neglecting paperwork in favor of personal matters, if I ever don't then your husband has been replaced by a pod person. Okay, love you, I'll be there as soon as I find a ride..."

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hi i LOVE ur acc and i was wondering if u had any ideas on this cause i cant seem to like. figure it out? in mizumono hannibal's like "do you think you could change me? the way ive changed you," and wills like "i already did." and i was like WOAHSJDGF. but like also how? i get the general feeling that he changed to view himself capable of love and realized he did actually want understanding and acceptance?? but i feel like theres a shift in his mindset based on his actions im not getting?? or rather how will changed him? like what of wills actions led to it? if that makes sense?

OMG hi!! i think this is the first ask ive gotten of someone asking me about what i think of a specific scene in hannibal and i am SO excited about it, so thank you!!!!! and also for saying you love my account, it means so much <3 thank u thank u thank u

okay but YES i have many ideas about this, I'm gonna go back to a couple lines before this, though, and go line by line and explain how i personally interpret this scene and topic!! sorry this is so long i got excited <3

warning: i make a lot of assumptions about hannibal's past which i am not 100% sure about, because the show makes his past very very vague. i am mainly going off just what the show implies and tells us, not the books.

also, there is a TLDR at the end of this!

hannibal says, almost exasperatedly, "my freedom, then. you would take that from me. confine me to a prison cell" and then looks at abigail. she looks down, almost guiltily, and i feel like in this moment everyone is remembering how hannibal took /will's/ freedom from him and confined /him/ to a prison cell (using abigail's fake death). and he is acting like it is somehow unfair that will would do the same to him.

but hannibal /is/ right in that he and will took or were going to take each other's freedoms for entirely different reasons. hannibal confined will to a prison cell because he was trying to change will for what he genuinely thought was the better. this is evident by hannibal saying "i have always had huge faith in you, will" and "i think you are more in control now than you have ever been" and the rebirth themed episode directly after will gets out of prison. will's imprisonment was to change him. this change was not only will being more "in control," but more in tune and intimate with his "urges," and generally more intimate and less afraid of the parts of his mind he had been trying to suppress.

after hannibal says "...confine me to a prison cell," and looks back at will, he looks thoughful for a moment. that is when he says "do you believe you could change me, the way i have changed you?" because he is asking will if he believes that he could change hannibal by imprisoning him (which was his "plan" with jack for most of s2b), just as hannibal changed will by imprisoning him.

will replies with "i already did," the script says after that, "hannibal studies will a moment, realizing he's right." will did not need to imprison hannibal in order to change him. by just making hannibal feel this kind of love, devotion, and trust, he had already changed hannibal drastically. i dont believe hannibal had felt what he felt for will since mischa 30-40 years ago. to really put it in perspective, hannibal had gone through his entire life probably completely alone, letting nobody close to him like he let will be close to him. he never let himself be seen, and never let himself trust enough to experience anything like this (presumably).

will's changing hannibal is also shown physically by the entire scene in mizumono happening at that moment. hannibal massacred everybody in his own house. this is not the way he kills. his kills are not impulsively reactionary or born of emotions as intense and volatile as he was feeling in response to will's betrayal. will himself says hannibal's kills are like "pests he's swatted," born of annoyance at best. this killing and violence resulting from a situation of genuine, deep hurt is entirely new for hannibal. like i said, hannibal had not let himself truly be seen by anyone other than will in a very long time, and he trusted will in a way he didnt even trust bedelia in season 3. when hannibal found out will's betrayal of him, he was heartbroken. heartbreak is not something hannibal is supposed to open himself up to. he is supposed to be in complete control of his emotions and actions. but he wasn't, and he did open himself up to this heartbreak. so, this cocktail of emotions is completely and entirely foreign to hannibal (other than mischa), and he unleashes it all in the mizumono massacre. what hannibal does for will makes him act in ways he does not and has not acted before, generally.

semi-TLDR: so, will changed hannibal because he was the first person hannibal loved and trusted in this very vulnerable way since mischa. because of this, he was the first person capable of betraying hannibal in such a deep-cutting way. will caused hannibal to let himself experience love and trust again. and also heartbreak and betrayal. these volatile emotions are all behind hannibal's mizumono massacre, which is absolutely uncharacteristic of him (at least, up until this point). in this way, will changed hannibal.

as for the consequences of this change in hannibal: hannibal is grappling with this realization/coming to terms/figuring out how to deal with his love of will (and will's betrayal) during mizumono and post-mizumono. he doesn't know what to do with this change in himself. s3a is literally just hannibal trying to figure out how to deal with his uncontrollable obsession with/love of will and what to do with it. and also how to deal with will's consistent rejection of him (mizumono betrayal, the knife in the uffizi gallery, and the digestivo rejection). secondo is where he concludes that the only way he can forgive will for making him feel this way (and for his influence of hannibal to betryal himself) is to eat him, as he did the same to his sister. when they're back at will's house after the brain eating is interrupted, and after the consequent muskrat farm massacre, hannibal is regretting something (either the brain eating, killing abigail, or opening himself up to wills "influence" at all. or all three.), and starts writing theoretical formulas to turn back time in a notebook. after will's final rejection in digestivo, hannibal turns himself in. hannibal is All Over The Place after he starts loving will and lets himself be heartbroken by will: he kills abigail, runs off to europe, tries to kill will and eat his brain, then regrets it and tries to convince will to let it go, and then puts himself in prison after will rejects him. i'm not going to go into the reason for the prison thing because this is already getting too long, lol.

hannibal is known for being able to control his emotions and calculate his actions very carefully. hannibal literally says "you cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love." and bedelia says "what your sister [and now will] made you feel was beyond your conscious ability to control or predict." hannibal is used to being able to control and predict his emotions. the appearance of his uncontrollable and unpredictable love and forgiveness of will is in direct conflict with what hannibal is used to, and this is the change in hannibal that will caused.

full-TLDR: will changed hannibal because he was the first person hannibal felt love and trust for in this very vulnerable way since mischa. because of this, will was also the first person capable of betraying hannibal in such a deep-cutting way. will caused hannibal to let himself experience love and trust again. and also heartbreak and betrayal. these volatile emotions are all behind hannibal's mizumono massacre, which is absolutely uncharacteristic of him (at least, up until this point). after hannibal runs off to europe, he doesn't know what to do with this change in himself. the entirety of s3a is largely hannibal trying to figure this out, and he concludes by putting himself in prison.

of course there are many different ways to interpret this very complex scene & topic, so those are just my thoughts (which are admittedly a little shakey still, lol) i hope that kinda answered your question, or you at least got something out of this! :]

#im so nervous about posting this #ive suddenly lost so much confidence in my analysis/thoughts abt hannibal lately idk #but seriously it means a lot that anon liked my thoughts enough to ask me abt something :] so i tried #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal #will graham #pluto analyzes #pluto answers #hannigram #mine #hannibal meta #hannibal analysis #mizumono

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teecupangel · 1 year

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OG anon of the Reborned Desmond in Unity. I'm mighty proud that my ideas spur you fun writing. I'll confess you a secret, I'm also og anons of the ideas I've sent you prior but I don't wanna have you see me aggressive or pushy because I enjoy your content immensely (I had bad experiences of people's harsh words in irl and online on my personality). Anyway, it's similar in Unity idea. What if Desmond is reborned in AC Rogue, like became Shay's childhood friend or Liam's older or younger brother. Or possibly in a time earlier so can Desmond be established in Brotherhood maybe master assassin for Connor's happiness. Haytham's confusion and frustration in some point in the plot that Desmond won't kill him but has a look of a disappointed or pained look of a family member and Lisbon is saved. Desmond and Shay could become platonic soulmates or slow burn childhood friends to lovers (up to you) or better yet Desmond unintentionally became mentor (he was supposed just be an assassin in the background damn it lmao) and Shay is like a bodyguard or right hand which had these intense sexual tension between the two. Sorry for messy and long ask

Ah, well, I don’t see a problem with your personality and I like the ideas you throw at me. To be fair, I do try to limit my time with everyone’s asks to a certain time so I can still write. So if you don’t see an answer, that only means it’s been pushed to next day or something.

Alright, let’s think about how to make this work.

As usual, we’ll keep the same limitation as the Unity AU one

Desmond remembers his life as Desmond Miles

Desmond will have his ancestors’ memories and skills but those memories will be vague

So he either gets reborn as Shay’s childhood friend or Liam’s older/younger brother. Since Liam is Shay’s childhood friend, we can combine the two and make Desmond’s Shay’s childhood friend who is also Liam’s sibling.

Now, according to AC wiki, Liam was Achilles’ first acolyte and it was Liam who also recruited the rest of the Colonial Assassins. He’s pretty much Achilles’ second in command and maybe even being groomed as the next mentor.

In this scenario, Desmond and Liam would both be inducted into the Brotherhood together (whether we keep the whole “Liam’s father got executed to save his son” part of his backstory is up to you, nonny) with Desmond being more of Liam’s shadow. Many will see him as the little bird who whispers in Liam’s ear. Everyone in the Brotherhood knows that if you want Liam on your side, you get Desmond on your side.

We’ll get to Shay later as we need to talk about how Desmond’s inclusion would affect the Colonial Brotherhood as a whole.

Achilles Davenport

Desmond would still remember how Ratonhnhaké:ton thought of him as a father-figure. He also remembers how Achilles sometimes treated Ratonhnhaké:ton like a stubborn child so he has mixed feelings for Achilles. What he does remember is that Achilles’ family would die. Here’s where we get a bit creative with this. Desmond doesn’t have actual medical know-how. What he did had was a Shaun who was more than happy to explain what killed Achilles’ family and how that could have been prevented, which literally boils down to “cleanliness”.

So, in this scenario, Desmond is kind of a clean freak. People assume it’s because he used to live in a dirty place and Liam never tried to correct them that Desmond had always been a clean freak since they were children. The homestead is always clean, especially the kitchen. Achilles learned to live with it because his son loves the ‘wash your hands’ song that Desmond taught him. In this case, Abigail and Connor live and that means that Achilles would be ‘milder’ than his canon characterization. (Maybe Abigail even treats all of Achilles' students like her children as well?)

Hope Jensen

The main difference for Hope in this scenario is how she controls her gangs. Desmond knows it would be impossible to stop crimes from happening but his words and his adherence to the Creed would resonate with Hope. Instead of having something akin to a Proto-Rooks, Hope would be in charge of something similar to how the media portrayed the golden age of the mafia. They’re criminals, yes, and they sell illegal shit but they’re organized and they have a code. They protect the people in their district and take care of crimes not their own. In exchange, the people (and maybe even the police) look the other way when they do illegal stuff. (Hope becomes a mix of Vito Corleone and Red Hood in this scenario… does this mean Desmond accidentally created the mafia in New York during the 18th century?)

Kesegowaase

Not much would change for Kesegowaase although he would consider Desmond as a close friend. They’re also hunting buddies and Kesegowaase would notice how many of Desmond’s movements are very similar to him or to other tribes that he knows of. Desmond would just wave it off as a coincidence or maybe even say “I had a great teacher”. Kesegowaase would seesaw between thinking Desmond had been trained by one of his people (or one of the other tribes) and thinking Desmond may have been blessed by one of their spirits.

Louis-Joseph Gaultier

Oooohhhh bbooyy. This one… okay. So… Gaultier will be the one that keeps butting heads with Desmond. A lot. Desmond would even argue against his inclusion as he sees Gaultier as violent and arrogant but Achilles will argue that his connection with the French army made him invaluable. Even his suggestion of just keeping Gaultier as an ‘ally’ would be denied because Achilles sees how loyal he is. “He is loyal to a master, not to the Creed!” will be Desmond’s main argument. So there are a lot of times that he and Gaultier would argue on what it means to be an Assassin and what the Creed means. Gaultier would emphasize on Desmond’s Irish immigrant heritage to belittle his knowledge about the Creed and Desmond will argue that blood doesn’t matter. On the flip side, Desmond’s constant arguments with Gaultier and critiquing of Gaultier’s actions make all the other Assassins have a better understanding of the Creed and what it means to be an Assassin.

Liam O'Brien

Honestly, I think Desmond should be his younger brother, mainly because that would make Desmond be of a similar age as Shay and because Liam just has big bro-vibes. Just imagine him being a protective older brother who likes to tease Desmond. In this scenario, Liam would feel responsible for Desmond’s safety (especially if we do decide that their father still dies for Liam’s mistakes) and he’s a bit overprotective at times which Desmond finds both tiring and also makes him feel warm inside. Liam would also be torn whenever Desmond and Achilles would butt heads. On one hand, Achilles is like a father to him, on the other hand, Liam also knows his brother long enough to understand that everything Desmond does is for what he believed is right. Achilles may have been the one to choose Liam to be an Assassin but Liam knows that it’s Desmond who embodies what being an Assassin is supposed to be.

And now, we get to Shay Cormac.

Shay met Liam first and Liam was the one to introduce Desmond to him. Desmond has no memories of Shay at all since, even before the memories of his Bleed took a hit, his memories of Haytham stopped before Haytham met Shay. Not only that but Achilles never told Ratonhnhaké:ton anything. All Desmond knew is that the Colonial Brotherhood will be destroyed by the Templars while Ratonhnhaké:ton was young. So he grew up treating Shay as a friend. They separated due to their family situations but Liam later reunites with Shay and invites him to the Brotherhood.

And this is where Shay gets hit.

Growing up, he saw Desmond more as Liam’s little brother. A small kid that Shay needs to keep an eye on because he can be a little strange and has a mischievous streak that no one would believe. Shay has lost count of how many times Desmond had made some asshole’s life hell without anyone realizing it was him.

So when he heard Desmond was one of the high-ranking members of the Brotherhood, he wasn’t surprised. Desmond had always been a sneaky little shit.

Then…

He saw Desmond as a young adult for the first time, maybe while he’s looking over reports Hope was showing him concerning the current situation in New York, and Shay just…

Stared.

Desmond as a child was cute. Maybe a little too thin but that was unfortunately normal for them. He always wore Liam’s old clothes which were too big for him.

But Desmond in his Assassin robes? Wearing clothes that actually fit him? Having grown up into a fit young man?

Shay gets hit hard. And Desmond is simply too happy to see him again to see it.

But Hope notices it.

And Liam freaking notices it too.

And now Shay doesn’t have to just deal with his growing affection for an oblivious Desmond. He has to deal with Hope’s teasing and Liam’s seesawing erratically between teasing him and threatening to eviscerate him. Shay’s crush is going to be the worst kept secret in the homestead that even little Connor Davenport knows about it.

But Desmond doesn’t.

Why?

Because Desmond is too focused dealing with the whole Kenway drama at the moment.

Because no matter who Desmond gets reborn to… He will always prioritize the three men he cared for the most.

And, at this point, Haytham Kenway was already in America (but Desmond has no idea where) and there were even slow ongoing talks of an alliance with Ratonhnhaké:ton’s tribe that Desmond has taken charge of.

And this is where I go back to my try-and-tested idea of Desmond spending lots of time with baby!Ratonhnhaké:ton and being bff with Kaniehtí:io. (*whispers*Ratonhnhaké:ton and Connor Davenport being brothers *whispers*)

But let’s focus on the first part of Rogue for this one.

One way for Desmond to learn that Achilles is messing with Isu bs is thanks to Hope. Hope and Shay were the ones to be ordered to find and analyze the precursor box and either of them could tell Desmond about it but, at this point, Shay is still ‘new’ and may be trying to get some brownie points from Achilles. On the other hand, Hope has long been converted to Desmond’s side and would definitely tell Desmond about all of these because she’s heard of how dangerous these items are from Desmond himself.

Desmond would strongarm his way to being part of the mission and might even sneak into Morrigan as a stowaway and only show himself when they were nearing Lisbon. Thanks to Desmond’s ‘affinity’ with POEs, Lisbon will definitely not happen (hell, we can even use some of the plot points from A Pirate's Son for this part XD) and the second part of Rogue would be changed to Desmond and Shay trying to secure all the other POEs in the manuscript they have.

And… maybe they start getting close during their travels and something develops between them during that time… (nudgenudgenudge)

Sidenote: This is also a bit similar to the idea I was thinking of based on @twitcherpated’s suggestion in AO3 of Desmond being reborn as the actual Connor Davenport. The only difference is that Desmond would be a bit young in that one and won’t be able to stop Lisbon but, even if he’s young, he can still comfort Shay and stop him from doing anything drastic while still in shock.

#i focused too much on the colonial assassins #but yeah full on look of disappointment for haytham #plus a dash of 'i expected nothing less from you yet i am still disappointed'#assassin's creed #desmond miles #shay cormac #liam o'brien #achilles davenport #hope jensen #kesegowaase #louis-joseph gaultier

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emo-sebastianstardew · 1 year

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Demolition Lovers Part 2- Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(In this chapter we will be talking about smoking. If you guys think it's not good let me know but I would like to include it because it's part of Sebastians character.)

"I should get going I've taken to much of your time up already. I gotta get to the Saloon anyways." You smiled.

"Oh... Stardrop?"

"Yeah.."

"I can walk with you and give you a slight tour if you wanted... no pressure.."

"Sure it would be nice to have some company."

You began to walk with him heading down the mountain. You both were silent for a minute before he broke the silence.

"My name is Sebastian by the way. I didn't really introduce myself. I apologize for that." He smiled slightly.

"I'm (farmers name). Nice to meet you Sebastian." You smiled back.

"I don't talk much. Especially to new people..."

"Is that a problem we're walking together than?" You felt a bit of anxiety come up with those words falling out of your mouth.

"No not at all. I just don't like people. People can be to much you know. But you seem cool I guess." He smiled looking at you.

"Oh cool. You gotta at least have some friends here right?"

"Yeah Sam is my best friend. I hang with him a lot. Like I've said before I'm not much of people person so some days I'm not in the mood to even see him sometimes. Not that I don't like him or anything just some days don't feel like being social and well Sam. He's a social butterfly."

"Yeah I get that completely. Anyone else you are friends with?"

"Yeah I guess Abigail. Shes cool and means well I guess. But you know when you have a friend that has a huge crush on you and you know but don't really feel the same?"

"Yeah I know exactly what you mean. Friends like that can be hard to let down."

"Yeah but we are almost there. If you want you can hang and play pool with me."

" Yeah sounds like fun. Maybe later would you like to hang out Sebastian?"

He stopped walking and looked at you for a second as if he never had been asked that before. He just stared at you for a second not saying anything.

"I don't know if you smoke but would you like to later maybe?" You asked hesitantly and very nervously.

"Smoke what?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Instead of answering him you just grinned at him.

"You'll find out, If you say yes."

He laughed and held open the door for you. You walked through the door and saw the bar was pretty lively full of people. Sebastian walked past you and gestured for you to follow him. You followed him to a back room of the bar. In this room were 2 arcade machines, some couches, couple of tables and chairs, one pool table.

Sebastian walked over to the pool table and a tall guy with blonde hair in jacket greeted him. They did a quick hand shake then he gestured for you to come over. You approached hesitantly at first.

"(farmers name) this is Sam. Remember I told you about him on the way here." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Hello Sam." You smiled and waved.

"Oooh you two know eachother " Sam grinned eyeing you both.

"Just met actually." Sebastian said clearing his throat.

"Yeah. Sebastian was just walking me here, showing me where the Saloon is." You said.

"Oh okay. You gonna play some pool?" Sam asked.

You nodded your head but insisted the boys play first round and you play against winner. You took a seat on the stool next to the pool table. As you watched them play you noticed a girl sitting on a couch behind them. She was watching them play too. She had long purple hair and was wearing a purple shirt. You noticed she was watching Sebastian mostly. You went back to watching them play but kept that in mind. They finished and Sam lost. He handed you his pool stick and swapped places with you. Before walking to the other side of the pool table you stop by Sebastian.

"Hope you're ready to lose." You grinned at him.

"Really? Is that a challenge?" He smirked raising an eyebrow.

"You bet." You said walking away and going to the other side.

Sebastian decided to let you go first. You chose solids and the game began. You made your first hit in. The yellow 1 ball. You went again and got the blue 2 ball in. You went again and got the red 3 ball in. Sebastian watched you in amazement as you kept playing. till you had 2 of your balls left. It was Sebastian turn and he moved around the table towards you. He bent down right by you. Your face blushed red, you were definitely watching him. He turned and looked at you.

"Enjoying the view." He smirked.

"Enjoying watching you lose." You grinned.

Sebastian finished his turn with 2 balls left as well. You swing around infront of him and bend over in front of him. You call your ball and make it in. You slide past him brushing up against him and call the next ball and make it in. Sebastian watches you intensely. You finish the game.

"Ha I win." You smirked at him.

"That you did." Sebastian looked amazed.

"I've never seen anyone beat Seb." Sam said from the other side of you.

"You owe me now Sebastian." You grinned at him.

"And what woul-" He was cut off by a female voice.

"Sebby you never lose." The girl with purple hair said walking over approaching everyone.

You all turn and look at her blankly. You were about to open your mouth and say something but Sam beat you to it.

"That's what I said Abby." Sam smiled at her.

"It was a fair game Abby." Sebastian smiled at her.

"So you're Abby." You said interrupting what felt like a moment.

"Yes and you are?" She asked in a rude tone.

"Abby this is (farmers name). I'm sorry I didn't introduce you earlier to (her/him/them)." Sebastian blurted.

"Oh is (she/him/they) your friend Sebby." She asked taking a step closer to Sebastian.

"Yeah (she's/he's/they're) my new friend." He smiled.

"Yeah well... this has been an exciting night. Thank you all for having me. But I better get going." You said smiling and waving bye.

"Bye (farmers name)." They all said and waved.

You started walking out. For some reason Sebastians words just kept playing over in your head. You left the Saloon and sat outside for second in your thoughts. Did Sebastian really meant what he said about Abby? Was there something going on between them? Why do you care so much? Just forget about it right its your first night anyways. But like always someone interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey (farmers name). You didn't wait for me."'

To be continued.....

#sdv sebastian #stardew valley #sdv #stardew #sebastian x reader #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian sdv #sebastian stan #stardew farmer #stardew fanfic

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Ooo I saw the requests were open 👀 I'll just slide in real quick

❛ share a whiskey with me. ❜ and ❛ you look lonely and lost. ❜

Why do these sentences fit TB! Arthur so much? 😩 I honestly just want to have a conversation with him and offer him words of comfort 💔

Finding Purpose in the End

(Possibly part 1/3, not sure yet)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

oneshot: hurt & comfort, light fluff (Arthur's tb isn't diagnosed yet when this takes place.)

summary: You approach a discouraged Arthur for a private conversation and surprisingly find him opening up to you more than you'd have expected.

2200 words, 12 minutes reading time

Everyone was having a blast. The screams and horrors of the swamps were drowned by singing and laughing. Earlier this evening, Arthur, Dutch and John had brought back little Jack. You were just as delighted as most of the people were, you had missed the boy. Days of trying to calm Abigail, of running around in town and asking anyone about an Angelo Bronte were behind you. Once more, everything seemed alright again. You had joined in singing with Karen and Susan, listened to one of Hosea's stories from his younger days and helped Jack with looking for some of his toys. In good spirits and tipsy from a couple of beers you wandered around camp in search for a conversation partner.

You had a destination in mind, but you were too proud to admit that right away. Arthur was the objective you were looking for. Since he was nowhere to be seen outside, you entered the manor house with the expectation of finding him there. Smoothly, you picked up a half empty bottle of whiskey lying on one of the tables, it would give you some excuse as to why you were looking for him. Just sharing a drink as friends. But the truth is, Arthur didn't quite seem like himself when he returned. You could tell that something was on his mind. And though you saw him earlier, sharing a beer with Lenny, you had lost sight of him soon afterwards. His expression after he had sent John away to be with his family had been on your mind the whole evening, and you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of checking on him.

As there was no sign of Arthur on the first floor, you climbed the staircase. And there he was. Leaning next to the window that was close to his room. Just for a moment, before he noticed you, you studied his figure. His shoulders slouched; his gaze fixed on something in the swamps. You made a firm step, so the floor would creek under your weight, which alarmed Arthur of your presence. He turned around and his hand scratched his beard as he awakened from his slumber of solitude, pushing his chest out ever so slightly, as if he had to appear tougher and stronger when someone's nearby.

A smile formed on your lips. Even if he didn't look in good spirits, like the rest of the gang; you were still happy to see him. "Hope I'm not interrupting?", you asked.

"No. ‘Course not", his hand awkwardly scratched the back of his neck before it found its familiar place on his gun belt.

"Will you share a whiskey with me?", you held up the bottle in your hand.

"Well, if you insist", Arthur teased. He tried to make up for his distraught appearance by giving you a half-hearted chuckle, but you could tell that his thoughts were elsewhere. There was no way of you denying that you had a soft spot for this man. It hurt you seeing him so discouraged. You wouldn't have run off to find Bill for example if you ever thought him in a bad mood. Arthur, on the other hand, was a whole different story.

You plopped the cork and handed the bottle to Arthur, who took a swig.

"I'm really glad you got Jack back. Abigail was on edge the last couple of days...", you said, watching Arthur wipe away a drop of whiskey that had remained in the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah. I mean - you helped too, didn't ya?", Arthur handed you back the bottle. You scoffed: "I tried. All it got me is being beaten up by some boys in Saint Denis." "What? Ya never told me. Ya let those little shits beat ya up?", Arthur looked at you in disbelief. You smiled, winking: "That's why I didn't tell you. Now I'll get mocked for it. I bet, that by tomorrow, the whole gang will know." It was your turn to take a sip. The thought that Arthur's lips had just been where yours now were was very much conscious on your mind. You tried hard not to think about it and concentrate on the conversation.

"Ah, I can keep a secret", Arthur said defiantly.

"Thank you."

"Wasn't hurt seriously, were ya?"

"No", you quickly dismissed it and shook your head. You didn’t want to complain about a couple of bruises, "and stop worrying about me! I actually wanted to talk to you because you seemed a bit...off." You looked at Arthur and instantly regretted the harsh approach you had chosen. Of course, he'd not tell you what's going on now…He looked at you for a moment, without saying something. You had always loved the color of his eyes, however, you didn't like how tired and sad they looked. And then there was something so cool in his expression, you feared he had taked serious offence.

"Off?", he asked, fumbling for a cigarette and a matchstick which he swiped across the floor to light it. You waited until he had taken the first puff. You needed to choose your words more carefully, but you felt the alcohol loosen your tongue and soften your brain.

You admitted, yet again without thinking about it much first: "You look a bit lonely and lost...sometimes."

Well that didn't come out too good either, did it?

But Arthur didn't seem to mind. He just continued to smoke his cigarette in silence, before he handed it to you. You normally weren't an enthusiastic smoker, but you couldn’t refuse Arthur right now. You took it carefully, leading it to your lips and making a small drag.

"Well," Arthur sighed, smugly watching you struggle with the taste of tobacco and nicotine, "Maybe I am a bit lonely and lost."

You were surprised about this confession. Never would you have thought that Arthur was the guy to admit that. You had feared you’d have to drag it out of him one by one - but him telling you? You could definitely work with that.

"We're all lost, Arthur", you said calmly, handing him back his cigarette, "Some people just won't admit it."

After he only whispered a "I guess", he took another pull from the whiskey.

You continued: "But you don't have to be lonely. You know that you got a whole camp full of people caring about you. I care about you", it took you a bit of overcoming to deliver the last sentence, but you were proud you did it. Arthur's and your eyes briefly met, before he directed them somewhere else, probably watching the paint peel off the wall or the holes in the brittle wood that could be called a railing.

"I've been feelin' a bit weak lately. It's harder gettin' up in the mornings, unbearable bein' thrown off my horse…", he complained. His voice was coarse and hushed. It was more like he was talking to himself, and yet you sat close next to him. Maybe it was the alcohol that had him let his guard down just enough to confide in you.

"It pains me to say, Arthur. But you're getting old", you joked carefully. To your delight, you got the desired reaction of a fading smile and a click of his tongue, telling you that he didn't take it personally. The bottle of whiskey stood between you; Arthur's hand rested on the floor only a few inches away from the bottle. You blushed severely, but you put your hand on top of his, looking at him earnestly: "It's okay to feel weak sometimes." You were painfully aware that it was different for Arthur. The gang relied on him, he was the errand boy, the man who did whatever was asked of him. He never disappointed, he never would think of doing it on purpose. "It was a stressful couple of weeks. It’ll get better”, you reassured.

You noticed how his hand tensed and remained awfully still under your touch. As if you had been hunting and confronted an animal, that was now too shocked to run away and yet unharmed and able to flee, if it chose to.

"Ya scared, y/n?", Arthur asked. The way he pronounced your name sent a shiver down your spine - it was heart-breaking. His voice rattled, it was shaken up and dry and you genuinely hoped he’d never have to pronounce your name like this again.

Were you scared?

"Yes", you admitted quickly, giving yourself no time to sugarcoat the answer. Arthur took a deep breath, and you felt his hand relax under yours just a bit, his gaze wandered around the stairwell and when he found nothing interesting to look at, he directed his attention back to you. Simply looking at you. He was searching for something; you were sure of it. Like he didn't trust you enough to not exploit his weakness when the time has come. Like he couldn’t admit he was worried – scared too, because you might laugh at him. Like you weren’t his friend. Like you didn't love him. There was an ever so slight frown, giving it away. At least it looked like that to you.

"I'm a nobody", you further explained, "no family. No relatives. I've been with the gang for barely two years. I had no life before, I have no plans for after. I got nothing to live for, Arthur. That's scary sometimes", there was a tear fighting its way out, but you wiped it away.

"Everything's gonna be okay", Arthur said gently. His hand freed itself from your loose grip and it was now his, which rested on top of yours.

You decided to go on; be open and say what was on your mind: "Even if Dutch's plans work...and we...go to Tahiti? What then? Am I supposed to harvest mangoes all day? See Micah or Bill run around shirtless and sunburnt?" You last sentence had earned a soft chuckle from Arthur, who murmured a "Guess nobody wants to see that..." Arthur lifted his hand from yours to grab the bottle. A thin layer of sweat had formed on both of your hands. You didn't mind. The weather was unbearably sticky and you thought you might have heard the rumble of distant thunder earlier. Arthur handed you the bottle and you emptied it, as there was only a gulp remaining anyways. With the heavy air of an upcoming storm surrounding you, and the alcohol now flowing through your blood, sitting on the floor next to Arthur…you were swimming in a half-conscious bliss. You loved being close to him, even though you weren't talking at the moment.

After a while though, doubts creeped up. Your sense of time wasn’t working at its finest at the moment and you weren’t sure if the two of you had sat in silence for twenty seconds or solid ten minutes. You sighed deeply: "Anyways...I'll leave you be. Sorry for intruding."

"What? Why?", Arthur asked.

"Why what?", you asked back.

"'m I too depressin' for you?", he laughed pitiable.

"No way", you smiled, “I just...don't know...don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Yer talking damn nonsense. Start sounding like Dutch", Arthur joked, a challenging smile on his face. You laughed, but then only looked at Arthur, not sure now what he wants you to do.

"Stay."

Well, this was a clear message. As you locked eyes with him, the rain started. It was pouring. You heard how people started to seek shelter in the house, and it was only a matter of minutes until Dutch and Molly would pass you to get to their room.

"Can't say no to that", you grinned, honestly relived he was okay with your presence.

"C'mon then", Arthur got up with a grunt and walked to his room. "Let's talk in there."

The door was sloppily closed behind you. Arthur dropped onto his bed and settled for a comfortable position, something in between sitting and lying, his head resting against the wall. You sat down on the floor, your back supported by what you assumed to be the chest where Arthur keeps his clothes. The man watched you and lazily played with his revolver, spinning its wheel, or balancing it on the barrel. There were no cartridges inside, and even if there were, you trusted Arthur to know his weapons. After some silence, you continued your conversation, starting with complaining about the weather and going on with topics that only started coming back to you after a couple of days. A thick fog of inebriation and fatigue hiding the details of the remaining night. You couldn’t even remember who was first to fall asleep, or if one of you just stopped answering to the other’s questions at some point so they gave in to sleep too.

You woke up the next morning, a blanket on top of you. Arthur had gotten up before you, so you were left wondering alone about the spoken or unspoken confessions of last night.

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Yeah, sry...this is my first shot at hurt & comfort and I feel like it lacks both lmao, but we all start somewhere I guess. I'll get there.

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #rdr #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr fanfiction #rdr2 fanfiction

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 17 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Livia has finished her short story and asks Sy to read it.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Okay, so the first few chapters of my short story are finished. No, wait, that’s a lie. The entire thing is finished, but only the first few chapters are readable. I called Sy, wondering if he could offer me a lift and he gladly did. Driving me to the copyshop went by faster than the navigation predicted, but that is all thanks to Sy’s “chased by the devil”-driving style.

‘So please, wait here, okay?’ I ask him. ‘Don’t drive off.’

‘I wouldn’t dare.’

I grab my hand bag, before I hop out of the truck. I make my way to the copyshop, quickly give the print order and within ten minutes and only costing me two dollars, I’ve printed out fifty pages of my short story. Securely tucked away in the handbag, I walk back and get in the truck.

‘Done.’

Sy nods. ‘Ian called. Again.’

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I exclaim, really getting tired of his stupid antics. I grab my phone that I apparently left in the car and block his number. ‘I should’ve done that sooner,’ I note. ‘Blocking was the answer to everlasting peace.’

When Sy drives back, he asks: ‘How did you meet Ian?’

In the time I’ve been back in Sapphire Falls, I’ve mentioned Ian, but I never told him the details about my tumultuous relationship with him. Especially not how I met him. ‘I met him at a bar during college. He was a bit of a… What should I call it… The loveable nerdy friend of the jock.’ I turn to the side and add: ‘If that makes sense.’

‘Oddly specific even.’

‘Well, we hit it off, started dating, broke up, got back together, and repeated that cycle a few times. You know, the on-and-off relationship cliche. Really, it’s not even worth talking too long about. What about you? Did you ever date?’

Sy shakes his head. ‘I got no time for dating,’ he says.

‘Well, if it’s true love, you make time,’ I note.

I wonder what Sy did in the years we spend apart. He might not have dated and pursued relationships, he must’ve done something.

However, that thought makes me feel oddly jealous, so I push the thought of Sy and other women aside.

‘Well, you’re not in a rush, right?’ I ask him. ‘Unlike the rest of town by the way. Your truck was spotted and everyone inside the shop started drooling. It’s borderline pavlovian.’

Sy smirks. ‘What did you print? Or am I still not allowed to ask about it?’

‘Well, I printed out the first fifty pages of my short story. I finished the entire thing, but the rest is not readable yet.’ I turn to the side and take in Sy’s attractive features. The small bump on his nose, the thick beard and the deep frown. ‘Do you want to read it?’ I ask him.

The frown becomes deeper. ‘Why do you want me to read it?’

‘Because I want your opinion on it. Please, Sy, would you? It would mean the world to me.’

‘Ah, even from the corners of my eyes I can see that damn pout of yours,’ he says. ‘Stop that.’

‘Only if you read it.’

He groans. ‘I’ll read it. Fifty pages is doable,’ he says.

‘Yeah, that’s the spirit. Thank you.’

He nods with a smile. ‘Sure thing, Liv.’

●・○・●・○・●

I spend my time on the farm, gently petting the sweet goats. At first I thought Sy was exaggerating when he said the goats didn’t like them, but I saw the way they looked at him and I realized he might be right.

I walk over the large landscape and I see Sy sitting in the shed he built when he was younger. The shed where I have one of my most hidden, yet most beautiful memories stored with him. Part of me wants to bring it up, wants to tell him how much I loved that night and therefore how much I loved him, but I don’t.

I can’t.

That next morning, after we woke up in the shed, we pretended like nothing happened. I handed him back his shirt, quickly put on my own pajamas. We sauntered back to the house. The last thing we sort of said about the matter was when he brought me to my room. He stopped in the doorway and gave me one soft kiss on my forehead. A brief smile was toying on his face, before he nodded, squeezed my hand and walked away.

I wonder if he remembered that night as clearly as I do. I kinda wish he did.

‘Liv!’

I look up, to see Sy jogging up to me, my partial manuscript in his hand.

‘You’ve got more, I hope,’ he says.

I let out a shy chuckle. ‘Because you thought it was good or because you want to smack me with a thicker pile of paper, because I suck?’

‘What? Liv, this is absolutely amazing.’ He smiles and says: ‘I love your writing style. It’s quick, yet poetic. Not dragging at all.’

I take in the compliment. I love people talking about my writing, but a compliment from Sy just hits different. ‘I have more. Just have to give it one more check.’

‘If you are done with that, I’ll drive you to the copyshop again.’ He looks at the papers in his hand before he asks: ‘Oh, and the handsome farmer is totally based on me, right?’

I smack his chest. ‘No,’ I mutter, though that is totally a lie. ‘Maybe.’

Sy laughs. ‘Well, you dragged me along to the copyshop, now I’m gonna drag you along.’

‘Where to?’

‘To my bedroom.’

Don’t do this to yourself, Livia. Do not let your mind wander.

‘Why?’ I manage to choke out.

‘Because…’ He awkwardly scratches his beard. ‘I’ve got your books there.’

I’ve heard from Abigail that he bought my books, but he hasn’t mentioned it himself just yet. It’s almost weird to hear it from him. ‘Oh… Did you read them?’

‘Every single one of them,’ he says. ‘Mom was obsessed and always forced me to go buy them. I bought copies for myself while I was there.’

I know how Sy has never been the type of guy who would read. He never appreciated books in the way I would. I remember when we were younger, we had to read a book for school. Sometimes I’d force him, but other times I would read them to them, while he was working on the farm. Whether he’d be cleaning the stables, organizing logs or building the shed, I’d be near him, the book in hand and I’d read it to him, adding ridiculous voices and what not.

It was the only way to get him to read a book, so he wouldn’t fail class.

But that was back in high school. I thought that after I had left, he’d never pick up a book again.

And now I hear it from him.

He read my books.

I follow him inside, into his minimalistic room. ‘You liked them?’

‘I loved them,’ he says. ‘I always knew you would make it as a writer, but these books were amazing.’ He pushes some things aside and grabs all the books I’ve written. ‘They were my only connection to you.’

‘Sy,’ I whisper. ‘That is… So sweet.’

‘I can see your main characters are like you,’ he says with a gentle smile, placing the books on his desk. He plops down on the bed and adds: ‘Mags from the Game Over series managed to wrap everyone around her finger.’

I frown. ‘Mags had the gift of manipulation.’

Sy shakes his head. ‘You don’t. You don’t manipulate. You… Ah shit, how do I say this?’

Realizing he is trying to word it correctly, but can’t seem to find the right words, I decide to help him out.

‘Mags does it on purpose, I don’t?’

He nods. ‘That’s right.’

‘What about Roxy from Verified?’

He smiles. ‘Roxy is fearless.’

‘I’m not fearless.’

‘You are, Liv. You moved to New York City of all the places in the world. By yourself. I call that pretty fearless.’

I grab the chair of his desk and say: ‘I’m not fearless, Sy.’

He lets out a deep sigh. ‘To me you are.’ The words linger in the air and I try to find the correct words, but now I’m at a loss. ‘And this new main character, Alyssa, she’s just as magnificent as you are. Kind, sweet and patient.’

Sy’s eyes are vulnerable, open and I wonder what I should say to him.

‘People change,’ I say. ‘I changed.’

‘You grew up,’ he says. ‘You matured. Of course you changed, but who you are to the core, that will never change.’

My mouth is dry and then I feel a tear burning in my eyes, followed by many more. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I whisper. ‘I’m sorry for disappearing.’

He pushes himself from the bed, before he crouches down in front of me. His hands on my thighs. ‘Don’t apologize.’

‘You kept up with me, while I never kept up with you. I thought about you, I have my first suitcase with daisies, stored with memories, but… I never came back, because the more time went by, the scarier it became. I’m a horrible friend.’

‘No, you are not,’ he says. ‘Because you did come back.’ In his own rough way, he brushes the tears from my cheeks. ‘And we’re going to do better now, the both of us. Come on, I could’ve gotten on Instagram and found a way to message you. This is not on you, this is on us.’

I hold his face in my hands and I nod. ‘We’ll do better.’

I already part my lips, wanting to tell him something, when we hear the doorbell. Judging from the absence of Abigail’s truck, I know he has to open the door. I let go of him and he hesitates for a second, before he gets up. ‘You go sign the books,’ he says.

‘What?’

‘Come on, the author of my favorite books is here.’ He chuckles and says: ‘And you better make it personal.’

#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Welcome to Sapphire Falls Masterlist #diegos-butt & keanureevesisbae advent calender #Chris Evans #Henry Cavill #Syverson #Basketballer!Chris Evans #Farmer!Syverson #Plus size!ofc #Asian!ofc #chris evans x plus size ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #chris evans x ofc #henry cavill x ofc

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@longroadstonowhere:

i don't think ortus knew enough about the creche flu and everything to say anything to gideon about it, and he also seems like the type to go 'well, i have my suspicions, but knowing these things doesn't actually change our lives so why bother telling someone' (basically i think he'd be likely to avoid potential confrontation)

Oh, yeah, I didn't mean like I thought he felt guilty about not telling Gideon the truth, just that he felt guilty about letting Aiglamene and Crux convince Harrow to run the whole Weekend and Bernie's thing instead of doing something like getting help from another House, or maybe even just telling her that he knew what had happened and offering his help. I'd actually sort of been assuming that it was Harrow's idea in the first place, maybe because of the history given at the beginning of this book where Harrow lists the reasons she didn't want help from another House, but now that Ortus mentioned it, I feel like it's probably more likely that Aiglamene and Crux convinced 10-year-old Harrow of those things rather than Harrow having an opinion on them herself, and I'm guessing Ortus was probably too afraid of them to argue with them on this point

@wandering-minx:

There is a line in GTN where Harrow says "the ninth house is me" to Gideon implying her duty is to Harrow. So I read this line as Harrow's way of saying Gideon was loyal to her in a round about way that wouldn't invite delving into their relationship.

"You are sworn to the ninth house and the ninth house IS me" *

Oh, yeah, that could very well be it. That's kind of funny, if so, though, because then when she says that everything she did was for the Ninth it means something very different than when she says that everything Gideon did was for the Ninth

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

Pretty sure Colum never came back. The thing that was Colum was still all mouths for eyes when its neck was snapped. Abigal gets to a big question that hangs over these books: where is everyone else, since John obviously didn’t resurrect more than maybe a few million souls. Could something be getting ‘backed up’? Looking forward to seeing how this is explored…

@illfuckthefuckoutofyou:

Colum very likely had his soul completely destroyed. He's not in the River, and he either no longer exists, it's stuck in some other liminal dimension, or is in Hell.

I'm referring to this part:

It seems to indicate that he returned to his body and died there. But if he didn't return, I don't think there's any reason to believe his soul was destroyed, it's probably still in whatever place it went to when Mayonnaise Uncle siphoned him, which I think is likely not the River, but in this universe souls don't get destroyed just because they don't have a body to return to, and anyway, Colum's body was in no worse shape than, say, Magnus and Abigail's, and their souls are perfectly fine. And if Hell is at the bottom of the River, and Colum's soul never went to the River in the first place, I don't think it's possible for him to be there, either

Do we have any kind of accounting of how many souls are in the River, versus how many people have died in this universe? I would think that the number of people who died before the Resurrection and were never resurrected would probably be dwarfed by the number of people who have lived and died in the 10,000 years between the Resurrection and the start of the story, no? 10,000 years is a long time

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #longroadstonowhere #wandering-minx #wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess #illfuckthefuckoutofyou

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Are there any characters or story beats that feel weak in rdr2 to you? Also, things you wished there'd been more exploration of, characters or ideas or themes

oh my god so much. I love red dead and its absolutely the best game ive ever played - and probably one of the best games ever - but its definitely not without flaws

Blessed are the peacemakers makes no sense in the plot. It does a few things: makes arthur doubt dutch, illustrates dutchs decline and his apathy (perhaps for the first time for the player), and shows that colm odriscoll is working with the pinkertons, possibly doing foreshadowing for micahs betrayal by showing you its possible for outlaws to become rats. BUT I think this could have been done in a billion other ways than "Lets torture arthur and never bring it up again!" bc he doesnt mention it, his shoulder injurt doesnt hinder him, he doesnt have ptsd from it. theres not a reason why that in particular had to happen. arthur could have been captured, but not tortured and shot, for example. maybe they could have drugged him and thru his haze he overheard colms plans and then managed to escape when he came to, only to find that it had been several days that he was missing and no one came to look for him. that sort of thing. same prinicple but without the ridiculous glossing over of TORTURE

Guarma. This one sticks in my craw and I get more annoyed every time I play it. R* originally was going to have villages and stranger missions on the island but abandoned it for some reason? time I guess? But I really would have liked to see a more personal look at the people there and how cornwall and fussar have hurt them. PLUS it would have been a very good opportunity to show how the way the rich men rob from the poor isnt too different from what dutch and the gang does. It would give arthur a really good image of how far they had fallen, that they were similar to these awful men, when they originally started off as robin hood-like men that gave back the money they stole to shanties. but no its just 3 missions of endless combat which can be fun but isnt really bc I dont even have my favortite gun with me. Also it didn't do a good job of showing Javier's sudden loyalty to Dutch/Bill/Micah. I would think that Arthur being stuck w these four, who eventually betray him, with nobody else would be a good opportunity to show how they all grow to hate him for some reason, but its not there. SIDE NOTE guarma is also glitched for me and this is a common bug. The time stays at 9am and half the guarma-exclusive animals dont spawn so I didn't get to fill out my compendium. R* never fixed this

I think all the girls could have been expanded upon. Tilly's role in the gang especially bc she was raised the same way as john and views dutch like a father, yet if you never heard her camp dialogue explaining this, you would never know. Molly especially needed more detail. She was supposed to be on the mission to go to the saint denis mayors party, and was cut for SOME REASON. but she would have done wonderfully. She should have had a part in it

The timeline of the gang and their relationships makes no fucking sense. Abigail says she always liked Mary, but Abigail joined the gang in 1894, and Mary and Arthur talk like they were in their early twenties when they were together. Theres a dialogue w Abigail and Uncle where they reminisce on her working girl days (bc Uncle was her pimp - very weird) and she says it was ten years ago. but that would mean she was working two years after she gave birth to jack which 1. didn't happen and 2. COULDNT happen bc I dont think men would want to pay for a night with a mother who had children fairly recently. the stretch marks and loose skin would give that away. Arthur has an antagonizing line to Jack that he looks like a williamson or an escuella- Javier didn't join the gang until about 1895, a year after abigail, and presumably when she was already pregnant or had given birth to jack. Theres other examples but these are the main ones I can think of

That encounter with Sonny in the swamp had no reason to be in the gang aside from R* thinking male victims of SA are funny

I wish they had more detail with Isaac. I mean clearly I wish that, ive got a 130k+ fic exploring arthur and Isaac's relationship, but within red dead I wanted just a bit more than a couple of lines. Originally Isaac and Eliza were both supposed to be in the game and Isaac was a newborn that would have frozen to death in the prologue, and I think Eliza would have ran away. Instead they went with making them a footnote in Arthur's story. On one hand, I understand why Arthur would rarely talk about them bc it would be too painful, but I also think if it was more overt, it would color his interactions with Jack/Abigail/John differently. Plus it would lean more into the themes of cycles of violence, and breaking out of it to be a father. Arthur didn't and he died childless, John tried to but he couldnt manage it and doomed his son to follow in his footsteps

THE EPILOGUE. Oh my godddd the more I play the epilogue, the more empty it feels and the more I realize why few people like it or finish it. It feels very tacked on. There needed to be a scene between the saddest video game death in history and John and Abigail arguing. The fact that there is no break inbetween like 2 hours of arthurs story wrapping up and another hour of John's story starting. Farm chores are fine but tedious if youve played it before. John being desperate for money and risking his life w sadies bounties makes no sense when Ive just done a treasure map and have $1000 in my inventory. "The gang needs money" is an endlessly attainable goal, moreso than "I need money". John's player model is just Arthur's reskinned- But they originally planned for you to play as John's npc model. You can see this in the pictures they have in the menu of John in the missions. The fact that there are NO NEW STRANGER MISSIONS aside from evelyn miller which is really nothing. They unlock new austin, but theres NOTHING to do there except collectiables and sight seeing and a couple bounties. Why even bother? When you compare how dense New Hanover is with Stuff To Do compared to New Austin which is HALF THE TOTAL MAP, its ridiculous!! I think it was just rushed and needed either more fleshing out, or cutting out completely bc John doesnt even live in new austin, and doesnt visit it until rdr1. Doesnt Bonnie give him a tour bc he doesnt know where things are? I may be misremembering that

Money. Money is so inconsistent and the values make no sense. Right its 1899. I rob a stagecoach and get $40 for it. This must be like $1000 in todays money. Wow Arthur beat a man to death for $40. This must be a lot of money. What do you mean a pair of jeans is $15. Thats how much they cost now! Wait why is this can of bean $1.40? I can buy them now for 40cents! Not to mention the Valentine bank robbery gives you $2000, essentially making money completely useless. Add on all the treasure maps as well as random gold bars lying around, which is 24 accoring to gamerant. $12,000 for all of those. So once you have this much money, all the fun outlaw stuff of robbing stagecoaches, mugging people, robbing stores and trains, is completely irrelavent. I never do any of it bc its not worth the bounty for 50 bucks. And paying off bounties isnt a big deal either bc its barely a dent in your pocket. Basically it takes the difficulty away, and the need to engage in these criminal activities for afford anything in the game. Its hard to take dutch seriously w his "We need more money" when I have a cool 8k in my man purse. Its also hard to believe Arthurs lamenting about his behaviour "I'm a bad man I rob and kill and am so terrible to people" no you aint but I dont make you do anything criminal unless the game makes me in a mission

Theres a lot of cut content and I wish almost all of it was back. Most notably, roulette tables, boat to guarma for John, more stranger missions, more companion activities in camp. I think they were orginally going to allow come sort of companion mechanic where people from camp could accomanpy Arthur on his adventures. I understand why they didnt bc that would require 10x more voice acting and would be really complicated with stranger missions, but I would have loved it all the same

Okay. I was going to add another one but tumblr said I reached my limit. my last thing is I wished they didnt play the native american flutes every time anyone in the wapiti tribe came on screen. silly.

anyway NOW I'm done. I think. Ill probably think of more but this post is already very long

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The Handsome Artist. 6. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Beer and music. Daniel wants to see her again, but doesn't know how to ask her on a date.

MASTERLIST. Moodboards and Playlist.

Previous part: Plants and coffee.

Notes: Abigail's outfit. Main Pic. No offense to all the pop music listeners.

Warning: alcohol consumption. I don't know if I have to warn about this, but there will be +2 changes of POVs.

Danny POV.

"She is so fucking pretty guys. Really" I said falling on the bench. I was sweaty and tired.

Michael left the weights on the floor and laughed.

"Mate, she has you eating from her palm"

I chuckled.

"You had a date?" Blake asked.

"Kind of" I shrugged. I wasn't sure if it had really been a date. "We had coffee. I called it a coffee date, suggested we should go to more dates. I was going to propose it, but her boss called her. But then I asked if it would be nice if I texted her and she said yes"

"Have you?"

"No"

The two idiots were having so much fun. They were laughing.

"Mate, I have never seen you like this" Blake said and sat on the floor.

I bit my lip. I hadn't really felt like this. I was like a kid again. When I thought I wouldn't see her again, she appear with a special dwarf plant only for me and then I found myself care more about the plant than about myself.

"She has something. There is something in her..."

"Why don't you call her and ask her out?" Mike said.

"Yeah, so fucking easy"

"We both have seen you calling someone for a hook up"

"She is not a hook up"

"Yeah, yeah. What I mean is that you have acted for less. Text her or something. Talk to her."

"I don't know how to. What do I say? Hey, Elisa is still alive!"

"The plant has a name?" Blake was trying not to laugh.

"If you laugh, I will cut your balls" I pointed a finger at him.

He lift both hands.

"It's her plant. It's important for her and if she wants it to have a name, it will." I said. They both nodded.

We stayed in silence.

I wanted to invite her over. To tell her to come home and have nice dinner in there. On the other side, I felt like that would be too much. She was shy, she needed time, she needed a push sometimes. I didn't want to scare her. I wanted her to feel good around me. I also wanted to propose her to chose the place, but I didn't want to pressure her.

"Hey, why don't you tell her to come on Saturday?" Mike said out of nowhere.

I looked up. A couple of friends, Pierre and Charles were opening a bar next to the beach and they were having this party on Saturday.

"Should I?"

"Does she like partying?"

"I don't know"

"It's gonna be pretty calm" Blake added. "They have this part of the beach for them and they can't just go and do crazy stuff"

I nodded. A beach party. It could be good. Some beers and music, dancing here and there... It was an environment I felt comfortable in. It could go well.

"Do I invite her?"

"Yeah. And her friend."

"How do you know about her friend?" Blake asked Mike.

"Lewis told me."

"Yeah. If I invite Molly too she will feel better."

Abigail's POV.

"A beer and a margarita" Abigail asked the waiter.

We had gone to have a drink. The day was beautiful and the sunset was perfect, plus, she had a good day at work and she always payed when she had a good day.

"And then Elijah came and..."

A ding from my phone made us both look down. To be fair, Molly was probably the only person who texted me and she was with me.

"Charlotte?"

I shook my head. Charlotte didn't text, she called.

I turned the phone around and gasped.

Daniel Ricciardo. 3 messages.

"Oh. My. God." She said.

"Shh."

I was blushing, my hear was beating fast and I was so fucking scared.

"He wants to ask you on a date!"

"Shh!"

People around us had turned with weird looks.

"Open it!"

"Okay, okay."

I opened the chat with shaky hands. The idiot had me smiling and blushing like a schoolgirl for days.

Daniel Ricciardo: Hey lady.

Daniel Ricciardo: My mates are opening a pub on Venice Beach and they are having this party on Saturday.

Daniel Ricciardo: Would you and maybe Molly be interested in coming with us?

I bit my lip and looked at Molly.

"What!?" she took the phone from me. "You saved him like Daniel Ricciardo? OK. Say yes. We are going"

"T-that's his name." I bit my lip. "I don't know... Um... Should I?"

"Abi..."

"What if..."

She sighed and took my hand.

"Okay, tell me. What is going on through your head?"

I bit my lip.

"What if he is too much? He screams energy, he is outgoing and so nice and... What if I can't take it? What if we don't match?"

"Oh, big words. Okay, Abi, honey. I know you are feeling super insecure right now. But think about it. It's new. It's the first time this happens since Arnie. And I know you are scared because I would be too. But you can't start like this. You can't go with him thinking he is too much. He is not too much for you. You are amazing, really. You are not my best friend for nothing, Abi. And I am outgoing and nice and you can follow me"

"Because you understand me. Wait if..."

"What happened with the others? You pretended to be someone you were not at the beginning."

I looked away. I just wanted to be liked by them, to feel desired. And I thought I had to be like other girls.

"You have been yourself with him. I saw you. It was my friend Abigail who was there, not that girl you created the other time"

I chuckled.

"Just be like that. Don't hide, don't give excuses. If you want to leave the party soon because it was enough for you, you leave."

I bit my lip.

"And if he thinks I'm weird."

"Fuck him, then. There are lots of fish on the sea"

"The fish I found were actually a bunch of cunts"

"Daniel is not a cunt. Lewis told me a lot about him. He is pretty nice, actually."

"You talk to Lewis?"

"Sometimes" She blushed and I giggled. "Now, answer him and pass me that phone."

I rolled my eyes and opened the chat.

Me: We'll be there. Molly says hi.

He answered so fast it made us laugh.

"The boy is smitten. I bet this is just a excuse to spend time with you"

"It's not"

"Yeah, yeah"

Daniel Ricciardo: that's awesome.

Daniel Ricciardo: casual clothes, it's just some friends having a couple of beers and music with friends.

"Oh, how embarrassing. He is talking about clothes. The poor guy is nervous"

Me: That's nice.

"You must be soul mates." She said laughing.

"What? Why do you..."

Daniel Ricciardo: Can't wait to see you.

We both gasped and she almost screams. I grabbed her hand before she could do it.

"Oh shit, Abi. We need to get you some clothes."

"What?"

"Yes! Answer"

"What do I answer?"

"Whatever you want. Be embarrassing, you'd match him"

"You suck"

I rolled my eyes.

Me: I'm excited.

She laughed and I giggled.

"I love you, Abi." She pinched my cheek. "Give me that phone"

I saw her tipping.

The Handsome Artist.

I gasped and she smiled.

The Saturday came. Molly was on my bedroom, already dressed on her pretty dress. She looked amazing.

I was sitting on the chair next to the window, watching her opening and closing the wardrobe.

"Okay. This one. I'm sure. You looked amazing."

She had taking me thrifting, choosing a bunch of shirts for me to wear, if not today, on one of the million dates I would have with Daniel. As she had said.

I put it on over my bralette and closed it. It was really pretty.

"And now this jeans"

"Jeans? You are wearing a nice dress!"

"Because it matched my personality. You wouldn't look like you with a dress. You look like you with jeans. Plus. I haven't seen anyone looking as good as you with jeans"

I rolled my eyes and got dressed. The shorts truly fit well and the shirt was perfect with them. But soon she walked to me and opened a few buttons.

"What are you doing!?"

"Give that man something to look at! The tattoo, it looks perfect."

I look down and sigh. She was right. The tattoo peaked out on my chest, the shirt revealing a lot but not enough.

"See, you know I'm right"

Soon we were in that bar. Piarles.

Me: I'm outside.

We did wait for long.

"Ladies!"

We looked at the beach. Daniel was walking to us and I literally panted when I saw him. Vans, black shorts, white t-shirt and stripped shirt. He was looking so good. So so good. And... Oh that leg. On his thigh, I could see the shadow of some tattoos.

"Babe, close your mouth" I heard Molly mutter.

"Shit"

Daniel arrived with a huge smile and opened his arms.

"Welcome to Venice Beach."

"We are from here, Daniel" Molly hugged him "Nice to see you again"

"Same, Molly. Lewis is back there"

Molly blushed and looked away, making me laugh.

Daniel smiled and hugged me, catching me by surprise.

"Hey, Abi"

He pulled back, keeping a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Danny".

"It's not on the bar. The party is on the beach."

Molly gasped.

"I can't go to the beach on heels!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Everything is settled. Charles and Pierre are actually intelligent." Daniel said laughing "Come with me"

We walked with him, Molly quickly talking to him about something. I was nervous, so nervous and anxious that I couldn't really pay attention.

As we got closer, I saw many many faces. There was people in there. A lot. Maybe not a lot, but I only knew Lewis.

There was a wooden floor on the sand, there were torches and music playing on the background. The place was truly beautiful.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my lower back and I snapped out of my little world.

Daniel was trying to guide me through the wooden path that leat to the main area.

"You look really good." He whispered on my ear. I looked up.

"T-thank you. You too."

You too.

He smiled and I almost faint. He was so close and he smelled so well. It made me feel giddy.

"See? Those are my friends" He said pointing at some guys. "Like, my friends from home. The big guy is Michael. I knew him on high school. The guy with glasses is Blake. We worked together."

What was this weird thing I was feeling? Why was he talking to me about his friends? Why was his hand still on my back?

"And the others on the right? The guy on red and the other on white? Those are Charles and Pierre. The little one with a cap is Lando"

I nodded. So many people, so many new faces.

Molly had seen Lewis and was currently hugging him.

"The guy with Lewis is George." He seemed to feel my anxiety, moving his hand to my waist. "They are nice. Good guys. They will like you"

"You don't really know me, Daniel"

When I got like this, this nervous, I become honest as fuck. It was as if my filter disappeared.

"I know. But I like you and I know they will too. You are nice, Abi" He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks warming.

"Plus. It would actually be pretty good if you'd let me know you"

I felt dizzy for a second.

"Don't answer. It's okay" He gave me a warm smile before turning to his friends. "Mike, Blake... This is Abigail"

They were both so nice, shaking my hand and giving me sweet smiles.

"Danny talks a lot about you" Blake said.

I giggled when Daniel gasped and pulled away, obviously blushing.

"Does he?"

Blake nodded.

"Blake, mate..."

I looked at Daniel and looked down at me.

"He just wants to embarrass me"

"Oh, it's okay. I have no problem with it" I said feeling extra brave.

Daniel faked being offended and Michael and Blake laughed.

"Okay, I see. You are in his side"

"We are nicer than you" Michael chuckled.

"Hey! I'm Molly. Abigail's friend. Best friend actually"

She shook Blake's and Michael's hands. They introduced themselves.

Danny POV.

She was there, joking and smiling with my friends and I couldn't stop looking at her.

She was looking so perfect tonight. Her hair was half up in a bun and she was wearing big earrings. Her shirt was open down her chest, showing that beautiful ivy climbing up her chest. Even though I perfectly knew how it looked, I was dying to open those last buttons. I wanted a real look of it. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers over it.

She laughed and I felt my heart skipping a beat. Abigail was glowing tonight.

We spent some time there just talking as if we were friends for a long time and sharing beers.

At some point, Charles called me to introduce me to his new girlfriend. She was nice, but my mind was on Abi.

Sadly, when I came back she wasn't there. Neither was Molly.

"Where-"

"They went for drinks. Don't worry, Romeo." Mike said patting my shoulder.

"Oh, no. Good. Yeah"

"Mate. You really are a mess. You have that stupid smile" Blake said.

"I don't"

"You do"

I showed them my finger and rolled my eyes. I was just happy to spend some time with her.

Time went on and they didn't come back.

"Hey, Molly is there. With Lewis." Michael pointed at the bar.

I nodded and left, both of them laughing. As I walked closer to Molly, I saw that Abi wasn't there.

"Hey! Guys! How are you?" I hugged Lewis shoulders and he laughed. Molly gave me an annoyed look, telling me that I was maybe interrupting. "Oops. Em.... Hey, have you seen Abi? It's been a while since I saw her"

Molly chuckled.

"Desperate?"

I scoffed. "No"

"Well, my friend. She is by the sea."

I looked in that direction.

"Right, thanks!" I tried to walk to her, but Molly grabbed my arm.

"Wait"

I frowned.

"Abi... You will get to see it and know her soon, but she is a bit of an introvert. She gets a bit overwhelmed sometimes. When there is lots of people and all. She probably went there to relax a bit. To get some air."

"So..." I was confused. I didn't know what to do then.

I felt my stomach drop. I had invited her here.

"Go" She smiled. "But don't pressure her, Ricciardo." it sounded like a warning, like something someone's dad would tell you.

Lewis smiled.

"Is it really okay?"

"Go slow. She is like a deer in the forest" Molly said. And somehow it made sense. Beautiful and delicate.

"Okay"

I walked through the sand, drying my hands on my palms as I got closer, the nerves sitting on my stomach. I usually didn't get this nervous. I felt like walking on thin glass.

She was sitting there, the dim light wasn't enough to clearly see her face, but she was so in peace.

I cleared my throat and she turned fast, her face relaxing when she recognized me.

"Hi"

She smiled.

"Hi, Danny"

"Can I?"

She nodded and patted the sand next to her. I sat and crossed my arms on my knees.

"How are you?"

"Good. This is so nice." She smiled and looked at the sea. It was genuine.

"It is yes"

She looked at me.

"And the party? Molly may have said that it's not your thing"

"I will kill Molly one of this days" She whispered under her breath.

I laughed and pushed her a bit with my shoulder.

"You didn't have to come"

"Oh no! I wanted to, really. I'm just recharging." She chuckled. "It's nice, really. I like it. You friends are good guys, you were right."

I smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes. The music is like.. Meh. But I like the atmosphere in here. The people."

"Wait, you don't like the music? Say something, girl! I know the bosses."

She laughed and shook her head.

"It's okay. It's not like ears killing. Just pop music"

She put some hair behind her ear. There were curls falling on the sides of her face and I felt jealous. I wanted to do that too, I wanted to touch that face.

"Tell me, which music do you like? A band you like. The one you are hearing right now."

"Right now... Is it Ed Sheeran?" She said pointing at nothing and paying attention to the sound but with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Not now, silly. Like... The band you are in the mood of recently"

"The War on Drugs."

"Fuck yes"

She was hot. She really was.

She laughed and leaned closer to me, but then realized and pulled back.

Go slow. Give her time.

"Do you know them?"

"Of course. C'mon. Give me a song"

"Pain"

"Oof. Love it. Thinking of a place"

She smiled.

"That song..."

"You like it?"

"It's the first song I listen of them."

Stupid, Daniel. I was blushing. I felt connected to her.

"I bought the vinyl only knowing that song. I heard them and I was like, yes."

I bit my lip and just let her speak.

"How long is it? 11 minutes? I think so. But I play it and it's like... Everything goes away. It's one of those songs you just want to listen for the first time over and over again."

Kiss her. I had to use all my strength to not do it.

"I can't believe you know them too! Molly doesn't like my music, so it's nice to have someone who shares my taste"

Nice. Super nice.

"Well, my friends and I like similar music, so you can come if we go to a concert or something. I told you Caamp are my mates. And also this aussie guys, Gang of Youths-"

"Wait. They are also your friends!?"

I laughed seeing how excited she got.

"Yes."

"Daniel! How do you do it? I only have one friend and she is called Molly and works in an office"

I chuckled.

"Wait. Are we not friends? We like the same bands."

"That makes us friends?"

"I'm taking care of Elisa. And we had coffee"

She laughed.

"We are friends, then"

I lift my hands and she high fived me.

"Okay, friend Abigail. Do you want a beer? I can trick the DJ to put some alt rock or folk"

"You are gonna fuck someone's party."

"As if I cared" I got up as reached my hand for her. "What do you say?"

"I say yes"

Abi's POV.

When I grabbed his hand, I felt a million things. This was just amazing.

We walked back hand in hand and when we got between all of the people on our way to the bar, Daniel kept me close.

I tried to not thing on all the people around, the noise and the stupid song playing. Instead, I tried to focus on how Danny's fingers were tapping on my knuckles.

"Two beers"

The boy gave him the drinks.

"Now go and tell the DJ to play Pain, by The War on Drugs."

I gasped and laughed. He had...

"From Daniel Ricciardo"

Then he pulled me to a table.

"Well, maybe you wanna dance"

"Nop. I can't dance. Impossible. I wasn't made for that."

He chuckled. Sitting next to me. Our knees touched and I shivered, moving away a bit.

I liked him a lot. I really did.

"Well, Charlotte's Garden. Is it good? The job"

"It is. I love it. I love being at the shop and growing those little plants."

"And the plants doctor thing?"

"It's nice. It's like having a hundred gardens instead of one"

He smiled.

"That sounds amazing, yes."

The conversation flowed easily. So easy it scared me. It was too easy. There must be something wrong.

Soon the tiredness hit.

"Hey, are you okay?" He said suddenly stopping talking about that band he listened the other day.

"Yeah... I'm just tired."

He smiled.

"You wanna go home?"

"I think so. I'm sorry. I'm having a good time, really." I tried to explain. I didn't want him to think I was bored.

"Yeah, I know. Do you want me to drive you home?"

I blushed.

"No, there is no need. I can walk."

"Walk? No, lady."

"Yeah, it's only like ten minutes"

"Ten minutes!"

"Yeah" I smiled.

"Where do you live?"

"Hum... Santa Monica Pier?"

"No way"

"Yeah, I have a pretty view from my window."

He gasped and smiled.

"I can walk you home. Don't want you to go alone."

I laughed nervously and looked around. Molly was comfortably sitting on Lewis's lap.

"Okay"

"Yes?"

"Mhm"

Let's go"

He told his friends he would walk me home and let me say goodbye.

When we were already walking, I texted Molly.

Me: Danny is taking me home.

I didn't receive an answer. But she was sure busy. I put my phone on my pocket. Then I left my hands fall on my sides and it touched his.

Daniel grabbed my hand fast and chuckled.

"Sorry, I have to make sure you arrive safe"

"Oh, okay"

"I can't risk you crossing the street without looking."

"Perfect then, yeah. Thank you."

He chuckled.

"How is the tattoo? I saw it"

"You saw it?" I lift an eyebrow and he laughed nervously.

"Sorry, but I couldn't avoid it"

"Molly will be happy. She was like, you have a beautiful tattoo, show it"

He laughed.

"It really is beautiful. Tell the guy who did it that it's a precious work"

"I will. He is nice. Funny. Yeah."

"Handsome?"

"Meh"

He laughed hard and I felt my cheeks burning.

"Meh?"

"Yeah"

"What could he do to be more handsome?"

He got me then.

"Okay. Hum... A ring on the nose"

"A ring?!"

We were both laughing, hands swinging between our bodies.

"I won't, sorry"

"What a pity"

I looked. We were already there.

"This is me"

"You life in the shop?" He said looking at Charlotte's Garden.

"Up there. I have a little apartment."

"Your boss let's you?"

"She is pretty nice"

"Oh I bet."

"One day, you can come upstairs and have a coffee or something"

Wow, so brave, Abi.

"That would be nice."

I looked at our hands. They looked good together.

"Hey. Do you want to go and have dinner?"

I looked up. He was interested in me. Like, for real.

"Yes" I said feeling all shy.

"I'll text you."

"I'll be waiting"

He took a step closer and I stopped breathing. He leaned and pressed a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you for coming, Abi"

"Thank you for inviting me"

As if not wanting to let go, he pulled away from me and put his hands on his pockets.

"Good night, Abi"

"Good night, Danny. Thank you for the walk."

"It's nothing. It was nice."

I said goodbye with my hand and watched him go, happily walking.

I smiled to myself and opened the door and went upstairs, feeling like a new woman, light as a feather and full of happiness.

I'm so happy.

Next part: A nice dinner.

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