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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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A New Afton - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader

Finale

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, daddy kink, praise kink

Also available on AO3

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You’re seated in your stepfather’s car outside of his vacant restaurant.

Steve—no, William, apparently—has slotted the keys in the ignition. The white rabbit’s foot keychain swings gently back and forth, the momentum dissipating until it eventually halts.

“I want to tell you a story,” he begins quietly. “I still remember that night eighteen years ago like it was just yesterday. Torrential rain. So rare around here. Your half-sister Charlotte was playing inside this building. Only three years old. But mature for her age. Precocious. She often got bullied for it. Henry was at the bar with your mother. Creating you.

We began searching for Charlie—that’s what we called her—as soon as we realized she was missing the next day. We never found any trace of her. We kept telling ourselves she must’ve been hiding somewhere, afraid to make an appearance after being missing for so long, maybe thinking she was going to be in a lot of trouble. Getting law enforcement involved. So much commotion over one little girl. Of course, your father wouldn’t have been upset. He just wanted his daughter back home safe and sound. Maybe that’s why he tracked your mother down later on. Seeking to make amends, as it were, since he’d failed his other child. Grief makes people behave strangely.” He rubs at an invisible spot of dust on the dashboard, his features pensive. You continue to listen raptly. It’s your origin story, as inglorious as it is. The real reason behind the pizzeria closing. The fate of your half-siblings.

“The police seemed suspicious of foul play from the start, even though they never found any evidence. But the damage was already done. The first black mark on the name of the business. On me and your father.” William exhales a heavy sigh. “And then it just compounded from there when more children went missing. We couldn’t explain it. The authorities continued to press. Nothing. By then we were completely tarnished. There’s no salvaging a reputation once it’s lost. Your father went on a camping trip with the remains of his family. Thinking it would be good to take time off, to get away from all of this negativity. That vacation ended in tragedy when his youngest son went missing. After that, your father was different. Broken. Too much for one man to bear. He tried anyway, for your other half-brother’s sake, but his heart just wasn’t in the partnership anymore and I…I gave in to the pressure. Everyone wanted our business shuttered. The press. The parents. The police. A veritable lynch mob. We had no choice but to close.” His fingers slide off of their grip on the steering wheel and settle on his lap. “The only way to start over was to truly begin again. New name. New career.”

“New wife,” you add softly.

He looks at you. “Yes. I thought what I wanted was simple companionship. Someone to fill the emptiness at home. Someone to share the tedious responsibilities of a quiet day to day existence. And that’s all it would have ever been. Existing. Not really living. Not what I needed. I didn’t realize that until I discovered you, sweet girl.” His hand reaches for yours.

You look at that joining. Large calloused hand and your small smooth one. “No one else knows who you really are,” you murmur.

“No one except you. And it needs to stay that way. I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone,” he urges, squeezing your clasped fingers.

“I promise, Daddy.” You pause. “You really don’t know what happened to those children?” Your voice sounds so small. A child’s voice. Maybe much like your half-sister’s.

“No.”

You want to believe him. The alternative is just unthinkable. If your real father was involved somehow, or—somehow even worse—if your stepfather was.

“I’m going to be with you, baby girl. Like we are meant to be.” He leans over and kisses you. “Spoil my Princess and give her everything she deserves. Make you so happy. My sweet daughter.” His kisses become more aggressive. His hand releases yours, resting over the heart pendant at the base of your throat. “Mine.”

You realize you’re going to be getting home later than you’d originally thought.

***

William Afton under the guise of Steve Raglan sits at his desk at the office, his hands folded beneath his chin.

He’d announced his desire for a divorce earlier that morning, as soon as his wife had woken up beside him. He wasn’t going to pretend that her reaction triggered anything in him. He’d never had feelings for her before. He was hardly going to start now.

That’s how he had broken the news to her, his announcement cold and devoid of any emotion. As if he was a newscaster dispassionately delivering the highlights of the day. He’d told her he was unhappy. Incompatible. The trip and her brief absence had made him realize this. He’d reassured her she’d done nothing wrong, an overly generous act of kindness on his part, he thinks. He doesn’t really care how she feels. Certainly doesn’t harbor enough passion to want her dead. She’s hardly worth giving up this alias for. So no, no killing to remove his problem this time. No attention drawn to himself. Just a tedious wait of several months for things to be finalized. It’ll go more quickly since he’s willing divide their assets, he doesn’t care about any of that. He doesn’t want anything from her.

Save you, of course.

He looks at the framed photo of his current family on his desk. So different from his first failed attempt. He very carefully has left you out of the equation when he’d mentioned the divorce. Your mother doesn’t need to know. She assumes it’s a boy at your school that has you acting so strangely. He’s letting her think that.

He’d pushed her reaching hands away; left his wedding band in the tray on the bathroom sink. He will not be pretending anymore. Not about this, anyway.

He’d told you some of the truth. Bits and pieces of his former best friend’s tragic story. Avoiding his own responsibility in that tragedy. Failing to mention anything about his own ex wife and children and the fates they had met. It was just enough truth amidst a sea of lies. As much as he was willing to risk.

The rest are dark secrets that he’ll take to the grave.

***

Your mother is crying when you get home from school that afternoon.

It’s not difficult to guess the reason. William had obviously announced his intention to divorce her.

You hug her and let her cry against your shoulder. She apologizes repeatedly and the irony of that is not lost on you. She keeps saying she’s made a mistake. You think about how you yourself were a mistake, how she’d lied to you about your real father for your entire life, and the guilt about your affair with her husband lessens slightly.

You’re doing homework at the kitchen table when your stepfather returns from work. He sets the briefcase and his car keys down on the counter, very slowly and deliberately.

“Where’s your mother?”

You set your pen down. “Upstairs. She said we’d have to manage dinner without her. She’s been crying all afternoon.”

The bearded man sighs. It doesn’t sound sympathetic; more like annoyed, if anything. He moves to stand behind you, bending near your face to whisper in your ear. “I did it for you, baby girl. For us.”

You nod. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to feel. You want him, more than anything. The thought of being his, only his, the two of you alone together at last, bonded…it helps to push away the doubts. This is what you both want. You need each other.

You keep trying to justify it in your mind. It was so much easier when your mom was away. Now that she’s back you’re continuously forced to confront the ugly feelings directly.

You know it’s unfair to your mother. You love her. You don’t want to hurt her. But her staying married to someone that’s wrong for her isn’t the answer.

Don’t think about that. Think about being with him.

“What are you feeling for dinner?” You’ve picked up your pen again to begin writing. You honestly aren’t that hungry, merely asking to make conversation. Establish some sense of normalcy.

“I can’t be in this room and not think about you. About you on the island spread out in front of me. Taking your virginity. The taste of your blood and your cum lingering in my mouth. I need that pussy in my mouth, baby girl. So, so badly,” he rasps beside your cheek. You drop the pen again. Your heart is pounding.

Your stepfather kneels in front of you, shoving at the uniform skirt and reaching for you panties patterned with little red roses.

Your mother is upstairs. Heartbroken. She’s lost her husband. Because of you.

William’s face moves between your thighs, kissing the soft skin inside of each leg. Your underwear is pooled at your ankles. Your eyes keep darting nervously to the doorway. What if your mother walks in?

The kneeling man seems to sense your reluctance and distraction. “I love you, Princess.” He says it so rarely. Far less than you do. It makes you wonder. You want to believe in the truth behind the words. That he does feel something.

He’d told your mother he loved her, and look where that has gotten her.

Your body is responding of its own accord. Spreading for him. Exposed. His tongue begins stroking. It feels amazing, like always. Sharp little flicks. A knife striking flint, trying to start a fire. You’re already burning. He knows your body so well. His lips are greedy, kissing you everywhere. Your fingers rest in the graying crown of his head. “Cum in my mouth.” His breath is hot against your skin. You can’t deny him. You’re his. Melting. His hand rests against your lips to mask the moan of your surrender.

No dinner. Your bring your homework to your room. You sporadically hear the shaking inhales of breath one has after crying for an extended amount of time from the master bedroom.

***

You’re seated on the couch beside William. A horror movie is on that your mother doesn’t care to watch. She declares she’s going to bed early.

Your stepfather doesn’t sleep beside her anymore. You’re seated in what now serves as his bed.

You know exactly how many steps there are leading upstairs. You’ve counted them several times to make certain. Fourteen. You think William knows this as well. You can almost see the hand draped so casually on the armrest tallying each step with a slight dip of his index finger. A heartbeat past that, he’s reaching for one of your hands and shoving it inside his pajamas.

Your fingers curl around his erection and you begin to stroke him. “That’s it, sweet girl. Rub Daddy’s cock,” he encourages in a low voice. On television there is a man chasing a woman. He’s carrying a wicked looking butcher knife. You see your stepfather’s eyes glued to the screen. The increasing rise and fall of his chest. The man in the movie has caught up to the fleeing victim. The knife slices through her flesh, painting her pale skin red. William worries his bottom lip. Precum has spilled from the swollen head of his cock and you massage it into his skin, drawling circles around the frenulum. Your lax fingers tighten. Move faster. Roll over the top of his dick. Sneak down to massage his scrotum. Work along the shaft. The woman on the screen still clings to life, but barely. The final killing blow, the blade sunk to the hilt. The eruption of blood. The man beside you groans softly, spilling semen over your fingers.

***

You visit William at work again, at the job where he’s known by his alias Steve Raglan. You kneel at his feet and he pushes his cock into your mouth. Leaves it there through a lengthy phone call. Your jaw is getting tired. Saliva oozes over your bottom lip. He manages to maintain his composure throughout the conversation.

You hear the call disconnect, the dial tone humming before the phone rests on its cradle. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby girl. Such a good girl coming to see me.” The praise makes you tingle like always. You gag yourself on his prick enthusiastically. “Look at you. So hungry for Daddy’s cock. For my cum. I’m going to give it to you baby. Just keep going like that.” His breath is dragged through clenched teeth. The swivel chair he’s seated in creaks. His hips piston against your mouth. “Fuck, here it comes. Swallow it, Princess. Every last drop.” The bitter liquid fills your mouth. You manage to send it down your gullet in one go.

The carpet’s fibers are imprinted on your bare knees.

***

Night. You can’t sleep.

You’re glad William is no longer sharing a bed beside your mother, but you hate having him so far from you, on another floor. Your body has gotten so conditioned to being intimate with him daily. It has been a few days without statisfying those desires. He’s told you that you need to be more careful. You’re so close to your end goal. He doesn’t want to risk getting caught.

You’re craving him. An addict suffering withdrawal.

You toss and turn and look at the shadowed shapes of the plush animals lining your shelf. The yellow rabbit he’d won for you in the crane machine. The large white plush with the pink bow that you’d used in front of him. Washed and ready for another time if there would be such a thing. The space between your legs aches.

You fling back the covers and pad barefoot downstairs. You’re wearing an oversized tshirt and panties. One of the newer printed ones William had gotten you during your shopping trip. Scalloped waistband. Tiny lavender satin bow.

He's too long for the couch. You can just make out his ankles crossed over the arm rest. You’re beside him now. “Daddy.” A whisper of sound. The title has you throbbing already. You need him, badly.

The man awakens immediately. “Princess.” He shifts positions, sitting upright, legs swinging around. His voice is low, urgent. “You shouldn’t be down here. We’ve talked about this.”

His hands reach out in the darkness to cup your face and his body lifts so that his mouth crushes yours. You can’t stifle a whimper. You feel like you haven’t kissed him in ages. “Baby girl, you have to be quiet.” His voice is barely audible.

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I need you.”

“You want Daddy to fuck you? Fill his little girl up with cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, please,” you gasp between kisses.

“Come ride Daddy’s cock.” You feel him leaning back against the cushions and you straddle his thighs, pulling his erection out of his pajama pants and briefs. His hands are already underneath the hem of your shirt, running over the fabric covering your sex before he tugs it to one side and positions his cock against your drooling pussy. “Push down, baby. I’ve got you.”

He immediately has to clamp a hand over your mouth, barely able to mute his own sound of pleasure at the feeling of being inside of you again. Your cunt sucks his member eagerly each time you lower yourself down. Your fingers rest on his shoulders, run through his hair. He kneads your ass cheeks. You control the pace until he gets impatient, his hips jerking upwards to shove into your leaking hole.

It ends very quickly. You’ve been on edge for so long it doesn’t take much to shove you over, the contractions around your stepfather’s cock milking out his own release. You feel it inside of you. So much. So warm. Oozing back down. His breathing so harsh. He finally removes his fingers from your lips. You rest your forehead against his.

Climbing off William’s lap leaves you feeling empty. You miss him already. You’re still leaking his seed. It drips down your thighs. He kisses the inside of your wrist. “Go get some rest, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You climb back up the stairs and settle under the covers, falling asleep immediately.

***

“I got you something.”

You look at your stepdad. You’re meeting in the rear parking of Freddy’s again, nearly a month and a half since your last visit. Still trying to be cautious. Your mother has quit her job at the social services department. She seems a little more content now that she’s started working somewhere else. There’s a strange kind of placid truce at home. Waiting. Biding time. The house will be sold soon. You’ve already got a dorm room waiting for you in the fall at the local college. Your stepfather has been seeking a new apartment. It will be another place for your clandestine meetings. More opportunities to be intimate. Closer to what you both want.

William had left work early today. You’d just gotten out of school. “What did you get me?”

“You remember I said I was going to get you a toy once I’ve had you?”

You nod. Your pussy tingles in anticipation as he presents you with a small rectangular unmarked black box. You lift the cover. A purple vibrator in the shape of a penis. Not quite your stepfather’s length or girth. Molded veins. A protruding portion with twin extensions that you think are called rabbit ears. A pair of buttons on the base. A small printed insert that claims it’s rechargeable and water proof. Five different settings for your pleasure. Guaranteed to stimulate your clit and g spot simultaneously. Another pulse in your cunt. It’s interested.

“You want to go try it out, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

You’re the one to lead him once you’re inside. You already know where you’re heading.

“Take everything off, Princess. Mmm, except the knee highs.” You know he has a fetish for those. You obey and remove your blouse and bra and skirt and panties. He bunches your clothing up to make a makeshift pillow and indicates you should lie on top of the desk. “I can’t wait to get my own place. Going to do it soon, baby girl.”

“I know, Daddy.”

His calloused fingers stroke over your nearly nude body. Breasts, ribs, belly, hips. Your legs unfold and bend and he pushes them back, then dips between the pink petals of your labia. You’re wet. Always so wet for him. He licks that wetness. You keen, writhing. It’s so much better when you don’t have to keep silent. One finger inside. Two. You grind yourself against him. He removes the pair of digits and sucks them clean.

“I’m going to keep it on the first setting and lowest speed to start with, okay?”

You nod. There’s pressure at your entrance. He pushes the dildo into you, easing gently. The rabbit ears rest against your clit. You hear the button click softly.

Your body instantly reacts, jerking in surprise. The vibrations are intense against your clit, an echo of it inside of you. You bite your lip and squirm. William withdraws the vibrator and you get a brief reprieve from the stimulation on your bundle of nerves. Back inside again. You hear your pussy squelching around the fake cock slotting inside of you. The feeling is so strong that you almost can’t tolerate it. Pleasurable, but on the verge of being nearly too much. You can’t keep still. Your body alternates between trying to get away from it while simultaneously sucking it back in.

“You look so gorgeous, baby girl.” William’s eyes are black, watching heatedly as his hand pumps the purple synthetic device in and out of your pussy. Your clit feels strange. More swollen and harder than usual. You’re starting to enjoy the sensation, finding a kind of rhythm. He increases the pace and lets the rabbit ears linger for extended periods of time. “Want to take over? I would really like to fuck your mouth right now. Top button to change the speed when you’re ready, baby girl.” Your hand reaches for the base while the vibrator is fully plunged inside of you. Your stepfather unfastens his belt. The button and zipper are undone. He pulls his flushed, leaking cock from his briefs. Your mouth waters, your head turning to take him between your lips while you push the vibrator more firmly against your clit.

“Oh, baby girl. I’ve missed that mouth on me.” He knots a hand in your hair and begins fucking into that wet opening gently. You depress the button on the dildo by mistake and moan at this new intensity. Almost too much to take, but you decide to stick with it. “Look at you. So fucking hungry for it.” His thrusts are rougher now, bruising your throat. You gag around him as he pummels you. He abruptly jerks your head off of him and you gasp for air. His cock is completely soaked in a layer of your saliva. “You like sucking Daddy’s cock, don’t you baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you pant as you find a new angle with the vibrator that feels especially good. It just takes practice. You can see why people find these appealing. The artificial cock hums against your pussy as the real one is rammed back inside your mouth. The pressure inside of your core is building. You’re going to achieve orgasm any moment now.

“Let go, baby girl. I want to see my daughter cum.” You moan around his cock and your body shakes violently. Your cunt massages the vibrator as if it was a real cock, trying to draw seed up into it, your nub pulsing. You finally fumble to switch the sex toy off, removing it from your body. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl.” His cock slips from your mouth and is replaced with his tongue as he bends to kiss you. “I’m going to make you cum again in my mouth. And then on my cock.”

You can still feel the residual effects from the vibrator use, a kind of phantom sensation that you’re still in contact with the device. You’re overly sensitive when William’s mouth finds its way between your thighs, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth, his fingers back inside you. You’re surprised when the feeling builds again so quickly and you climax against his relentless tongue.

You’re dragged closer to the edge of the desk when your stepfather enters you. You’re so sloppy wet. His thumbs dig into your abdomen. You wrap your stockinged legs around him. He fucks you hard and fast, impatient for his own release. The vibrator is now seated against your clit, the tip of the fake cock resting there pulsing against you and reaching through to William inside of you. “You’re going to make me cum, baby girl.”

“Daddy, yes, I want it, fill me up…”

“Fuck, take it Princess.” You feel him flood you. Your body surrenders to another wave of pleasure.

***

William’s barely glanced at the file folder in front of him.

He’s looking instead at the little countdown calendar he’s created, the moment of freedom from his second marriage rapidly approaching.

The start of his next chapter with you.

The social worker’s next client disturbs his reverie as he gently knocks on the door before entering his office, looking a little sheepish and uncertain. Short, young, probably around mid twenties. Brown curly hair and brown eyes. The business casual attire looks second hand. He appears very uncomfortable, as if he’s unaccustomed to wearing it. Nervous. He slouches uncertainly in the seat across from the career counselor.

The older man now glances through the file folder. This man’s track record was atrocious. He could barely hold down a job for more than a few weeks before he’s fired and moves on to the next. A history of violence. His most recent employment venture had concluded when he’d attacked a man in front of his own child at the local shopping mall.

“I’m going to be perfectly honest here with you, Mike. Your options are extremely limited.” He looks up at the young man, adjusting the glasses that have slipped down the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll take anything. I have to work,” the younger man pleads.

“I don’t see how anyone would be willing to hire you after all of this. You’re not giving me much to work with, here.” He begins reading the employment history out loud, noticing the droop of the other man’s shoulders as the offered protests and excuses fall on deaf ears.

William’s eyes flick back down to the paper in front of him. He’s about to shut the folder and seal the man’s destiny when the client’s surname suddenly stands out to him, practically leaping off of the page towards him.

So. This was the eldest son, then.

How interesting that fate had brought him his way.

The Emily girl cowering in the rain, looking so lost.

The youngest brother, standing so small in the cluster of tall trees around the campsite.

Henry’s secret daughter. Now you were his own. He’d taken each child one after the other. He’d lost track of this one after the last name was changed. How ironic that they both were using aliases. An effective way to hide Mike from him. Well, it had been. Not anymore.

William hears it, then. For the first time in a long while. That strange humming frequency. Blood calling.

Mike starts to rise from his chair. “Ok, well, I appreciate you taking the time to see me.”

“Not so fast. Get comfortable. I’ll make us coffee. It seems I have a job for you after all,” Afton says, grinning.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #dividers credit @saradika-graphics

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catofoldstones · 6 months

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Why do antis act as if Alayne is a completely different character from Sansa??? Like... that is Sansa, just under a different disguise. It's still her. It's no different than Arya currently with different identities. But the way they talk its as if Sansa suddenly morphed into a different girl and everything about her old identity is now dead and now Sansa Stark doesn't exist.

I really don't know how to describe this but I've seen posts saying things like Sansa is 'too deep' into the Alayne persona and can't go back to her old name. Thats not how this works???

Because it pushes their agenda that Sansa is not a member of House Stark and therefore not important to the story. Sansa forever being Alayne eliminates the threat she poses to Arya becoming the queen in the north and/or Jon, Dany, Arya becoming this ragtag group of ya teenage underdogs who save the world from the Others. It’s the same idea as behind the theory that Sansa is going to die or is no longer a Stark because Lady died.

They also don’t want to see Sansa in a position of power because they still blame her for lying about Arya hitting Joffrey (never mind realising who the real villains here are), and later getting Ned killed by ratting him out to Cersei (which has been debunked time and again). Furthermore, if she is Alayne and not Sansa, then she clearly does not have the Starks’ best interests at heart considering that she is Baelish’s protégé and holds similar motivations as him - which actualises her as a villain. And if she’s a villain, then she obviously can’t be the Lady/Queen of Winterfell, or just someone who deserves a happy ending in the least. Are you looking at the mental gymnastics?

As for Sansa being too deep into Alayne, I can only say that she constantly thinks of herself as Sansa during the Alayne chapters. In fact, she thinks like she is Sansa, not Alayne, no matter how hard she tries.

The Freys had broken all laws of hospitality when they’d murdered her lady mother and her brother at the twins…

Alayne I, AFFC

Before this she’s just reminding Baelish who she actually is saying Bronze Yohn will know who she really is as soon as he looks at her. She blurts out Jon Snow’s name and thinks of him fondly. None of which she would do if she were “in too deep” Alayne. Her pre-released TWOW chapter is littered with her still thinking as Sansa.

She felt alive again, for the first since her father… since Lord Eddard Stark had died.

For just a little while, as she ran, she forget who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up.

Alayne I, TWOW

She others Alayne a lot too, as if Alayne is a friend she knows and not her own disguise.

“No, my lady. I am from Gulltown.” And I am not, though Alayne was born there.

Alayne I, TWOW

And these are just some of the examples. Moreover, the recently leaked outline, even in its scarce information, has bashed the final nail in the coffin of this argument and that has obviously caused much anxiety amongst the antis. Never mind it not working like that because these arguments are clearly bad faith and hold no water next to the deluge of evidence saying otherwise.

#sansa stark #alayne stone #asoiaf #affc #twow #anti sansa antis #pro sansa stark #anon asks #anon asks t

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ebongawk · 1 year

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"Baby, baby, baby," Eddie practically shouted as he kicked his way into the apartment. Chrissy jumped from her curled up position on the couch, the book in her hands nearly launched across the room.

"Oh, my God," she laughed breathlessly, laying a hand over her heart. "Eddie, Jesus."

"Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly apologetic at all. "But you will never guess what I found at the store!"

He was holding up a paper grocery sack like it was a trophy, having dropped three other sacks when he barged in, and Chrissy's eyes darted between it and him incredulously.

"Groceries."

"Har, har." The grin still stretched over his cheeks made his sarcastic laughter almost genuine. "No. Well. Yes, but." With a flourish, he tore the paper bag away, revealing another plastic bag beneath. Chrissy blinked at it.

"Chicken nuggets?"

"Dinosaur chicken nuggets!" he shouted, evidently very pleased with his discovery. "The most epically childish thing in existence! One hit of these is guaranteed nostalgia!"

Pursing her lips around a grin, Chrissy shrugged. "I've never had them before."

Eddie looked at her for a long moment. The expression he wore when he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and coddle her, which slipped into his eyes every time she admitted something sordid about her own childhood.

Instead, he just grinned, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, sweetheart. You're in for a treat."

...

Two hours later, the oven was just finished baking their costumed chicken.

Eddie and Chrissy were also just finished baking.

She was sitting on the couch again, relaxed and riding the buzz of their shared joint as Eddie set a plate piled high with nuggets on the coffee table. Adorned on either side by ranch dressing, buffalo sauce, and barbecue sauce, he traipsed across the living room to load Predator into the VCR and plop down beside her.

"Dig in, sweetness," Eddie said, easy smile and red-rimmed eyes half-focused as he fast-forwarded through the movie previews. Chrissy leaned forward, plucking the nugget off the top as Eddie grabbed a couple and dipped them into various sauces.

Chrissy stared at the little nugget in her hand.

It was clearly a stegosaurus. The ridges on its back like fish scales and the curve of its spine made it easy to identify. It was ridiculous, how some tiny fried piece of chicken could take on the form of another animal, wasn't it? Even if that animal had been extinct for millions and millions of years. And the stegosaurus would never know that humans created a little snack to emulate its visage. They would never know that humans existed at all.

"Chrissy?" Eddie asked, his mouth half-full of her little stegosaurus's friends. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Her eyes suddenly blurred, and Chrissy let out a hitched breath.

"Oh. Shit. Sweetness." She could feel Eddie's hands on her shoulders, trying to turn her body toward him as she held that tiny little chicken nugget in her palm. Staring at his grainy little body even if she couldn't see him. "Baby, are you okay? Are you having trouble with this kind of food right now? I could make–– Well. Uh. I don't know if I can make anything, but––"

"He's just––" She broke off with another sob, thrusting her hands toward where she assumed Eddie's face was to show him the stegosaurus. "He's just so cute, Eddie! Look at him!"

She couldn't see Eddie through her tears, but she felt his hands squeeze her shoulders once, then twice, as she ran her fingertip over the tiny breadcrumb ridges of the stegosaurus's spine.

"Chrissy––"

"He doesn't even know that he's edible!" she cried. "He's just trying to live his little dinosaur life and be adorable!"

Eddie laughed, bodily pulling her into his arms until she was tucked up against his chest.

"Oh, baby girl," he cooed, rocking her back and forth. "He is pretty cute, isn't he?"

"Yes," she pouted. "He's just–– He's just a baby, Eddie! I can't eat him!"

"He's an herbivore, y'know? He was gonna get eaten in the Jurassic period too. You're just playing your part in the circle of life."

"I'm not a t-rex!" Chrissy retorted, unable to keep from crying harder. "And h-he doesn't deserve that! He's too cute!"

Eddie's laughter rumbled against her, bubbling up from his chest and tucked into her hair. Affronted, Chrissy looked up at him.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, princess, no," he said quickly, his nose scrunched up in humor. "No, it's just–– Baby, he's just a nugget. He's not even a real stegosaurus."

"I don't care," she huffed around her own laugh, looking down at the little nugget in her hand. The tears had begun to dry on her cheeks, and she nuzzled into Eddie's chest as she continued holding the stegosaurus close.

"You're literally too adorable for words, Cunningham." She felt the tell-tale sign of lips pressed against her crown as Eddie slowly stroked his fingers up and down her spine. After a moment, he let out a long sigh. "Should I put our reptilian friends away and order a pizza instead?"

"Yes," Chrissy replied, still pouting a little. "We can't eat them, Eddie, they're just babies."

A finger came up beneath her chin, gently tilting her head back until she had to look up at him. Those chocolate eyes she loved so much danced with mirth, lips twisted like he wanted desperately to conceal his smile. Which he was doing a poor job of.

"We'll see how you feel about it when you're sober," he acquiesced. "For now, how does pepperoni and hamburger sound?"

Chrissy grinned, leaning up to kiss him in lieu of an answer.

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #hellcheer drabble #chrissy x eddie #chrissy cunningham #cw weed #cw marijuana #tw weed #tw marijuana #stranger things #chrissy is just a high crier ok #also the dinosaur chicken nugget wasn't actually invented until 1993 #by the museum of natural history to celebrate the release of jurassic park #but since i didn't explicitly state the time period i guess it doesn't matter #tw eating issues #tw disordered eating #but just a little bit

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 1 year

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Sugar and Spice : Prologue

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, cheating, mention of fighting someone, minor hurt

A/N : I'm going to try and do daily updates like I usually do, but I make no promises as I am working on this series as well as Perfect For You and requests. Anyway! This chapter is honestly really tame for what the series is going to be. Just a quick introduction to some of the characters. I hope you enjoy regardless!!! The toxic will come!

His profile was simple, basic. There was nothing spectacular about it. She had other men in her messages with more interesting profiles, with pictures, yet she found herself replying only to catluvr1998. He intrigued her, drew her in, right from the beginning.

After meeting him, her intrigue only grew. He was young and handsome. He certainly wouldn’t need to pay for sex or arm candy, evident by the amount of girls staring at him every time he took her out. Yet his eyes were only on her.

She liked having other daddies, other men on the back burner so she doesn’t get too attached. She knew better than to get attached. Knew what happened the last time she got attached. But with him it was different. He was addicting in the best and worst ways. A drug she couldn’t get enough of. A drug she refused to quit. Even when she found out the secret he tried so hard to keep from her.

“You’re married?” Minho looked at her then to the ring she was holding. The same ring he slid off his finger before every meeting with her, slipping it into his pocket, and forgetting about it until he pulled up in front of the house he shared with his wife.

“Yes.” She shoved the ring into his hand and began to walk away, but he caught her wrist. She struggled against his grasp, begging him to let her go. But he held on tighter. “I don’t want her to ruin what we have, Y/n.”

“I don’t sleep with married men, Minho.” With one final tug of her arm, she was able to get free from his grasp. But she didn’t move, she stayed standing in front of him as if there was still something holding her there.

“Then pretend I’m not married. Because when I’m with you, she doesn’t exist. It’s only you.” He moved closer to her, cupping her face in his hands, and pressing his lips to hers. Game over. He won. Minho always gets what he wants, and he wants her.

“I need a new sugar daddy.” Hyunjin exclaimed, flopping onto the couch beside her.

“What happened to the one you met last week?” He handed her his phone wordlessly, a text conversation already open. Immediately she could tell why he broke things off. “We’ll get Chris to fight him.” She jokingly said handed his phone back to him, hoping to get him to crack a smile.

“I’d pay to see that.” He chuckled. Mission accomplished. “Help me find a new one? You seem really good at finding the good ones.”

“What about-“

“We don’t talk about him.” She giggled but agreed. No good would come out of talking about him. The reason she stopped seeing one man exclusively. The reason she would only keep each one around for a short period of time. Until Minho. But Hyunjin doesn’t need to know that she’s folding in on herself again, that she’s falling down the same hole she did back then.

“Give me your phone.” Hyunjin happily handed over his phone as he curled into her side. She scrolled through the profiles on the site she introduced to him a few months ago when he complained about his tuition and rent being so expensive.

“What about him?”

“No bio means immediate turn off.”

“Him?”

“Barely makes enough money to support one person let alone two.” It continued like that for a bit. Hyunjin pointing out guys that interested him and Y/n pointing out how to tell they would be bad sugar daddies. She taught him all the tricks she picked up on throughout her years of being a baby, and he listened as if it was the most important information he would ever learn.

When her roommates came home, she handed Hyunjin back his phone, and went to see what they wanted to do for dinner. And as always, it resulted in the two of them arguing over which restaurant would be better. “Hey! Who said we were going out to eat? What if I was going to cook?”

Both her roommates looked at her before bursting into laughter. “Oh please. You don’t know how to cook.” Seungmin teased, shaking his head.

“I hate you both.” She mumbled before heading back to where she left Hyunjin, Jeongin calling after her that he didn’t even say anything, but all she did was flip both of them off. “Did you find anyone interesting while I was talking to the babies?” She asked, sitting next to him again, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Him. I have to have him. Do you see those arms? He could choke me and I would thank him.” She giggled as she took the phone from her best friend, giving a quick once over to the profile he was clearly ogling while she was gone.

“Give him a like but wait for him to message you first. Remember, we want them begging for us, not the other way around.”

“Y/n we’re hungry! Can we please go eat now?” Jeongin whined as he walked into the room her and Hyunjin were in. “Hi hyung. Are you joining us for dinner?” Hyunjin looked over to Y/n with pleading eyes and a pout on his face, knowing it was hard for her to say no when he looked at her like that.

“Fuck sake. Someone call Chris. Might as well make it a group thing.” She rolled her eyes.

“We all know that he’s probably trying to rizz up some girl so the only call he’s answering is yours.” Seungmin chimed in with his arms crossed across his chest.

“I need new friends.” She mumbled pulling out her phone and calling Chris, who luckily answered after only a couple rings.

“What can I do for ya sweet cheeks?”

“Please tell me you were not with someone when you answered the phone like that?”

“What’s wrong with how I answered the phone?” She made eye contact with Seungmin who was just smirking to himself, knowing he was right in his assumption that Chris was flirting with someone just seconds before answering his phone. He will always answer her call, no matter what, which is why she’s the only person with a personalized ringtone, a secret only he, and Seungmin, know.

“Not important. We’re all heading out to eat and I wanted to invite you.” It didn’t pass by the other three standing in the room the way she told him she wanted to invite him, not all of them. Ever since Chris joined their friend group, there has been unspoken sexual tension between the two, but neither of them made a move.

“You specifically, baby girl?” He teased.

“Come or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.” She hung up the phone before he could reply, but the others already knew he would be there. Because there was no way he would turn her down.

“You look beautiful.” Chris whispered in her ear when the others were too deep in their own conversation to pay attention to the two of them. Her cheeks reddened at the compliment. She tried so hard to get over the hopeless crush on her friend, but it seemed impossible when he looked at her like she was the only girl in the world and treated her like she was the most precious person to him.

“Well that makes one of us.” She teased causing him to chuckle. She got lost in his smile. His beautiful, wonderful smile that made all the bad days better. And as she opened her mouth to say something else, her phone went off.

I miss you. Can I see you? She stared at the text with a small smile on her face, one Chris recognized all too well. It’s the same smile he gets on his face whenever she calls him, and he knows it’s time to let go.

Of course. I miss you too. It was like all other thoughts disappeared as soon as Minho texted her. Her mind was filled with only thoughts of Minho. So she excused herself from the dinner, sending enough money for them to pay the bill and then some to Seungmin, and went home to change and wait for Minho to pick her up.

She promised herself it wouldn’t be like this again. She wouldn’t become attached, wouldn’t crave his affection. But no matter how many times she tried to walk away, she always ended up back in his arms. Every path she walked down lead her back to him. Because everything leads back to him. He made sure of it.

back to masterlist

@mxnsxngie @chansducky10 @im-yn-suckers @tattywood @kpoprhia

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9w1ft · 2 months

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Am I the only one only one who thinks the girls wanted people to think they broke up? That their teams even spread rumors of it? Because they had big personal plans for 2020, and it really behooved them to quiet down the rumors that they were together, because of these big plans (that were foretold and then happened?) I don’t even blame people for believing it and I don’t blame people for stepping away from the fandom either, because at that point it got serious. The kaylor fandom was too big and too mainstream in 2019. Where it stands now is a nice, cozy safe place for it to continue to exist and capture the evidence, without being a danger to their private lives.

oh yeah for sure this is quite possible, though for me, i think there were several things going on and adjustments were made along the way and personally i don’t think it was one single plan executed uninterrupted from start to finish.

i think there were signs in early 2019 pointing toward karlie being reintroduced into taylor’s friend group in later 2019 (her hand in the yntcd promo, her posting using the lover album filter and congratulating taylor, etc) and if the deleted tiktok duet with the rainbow dress that christian siriano did a few years ago is an indication, taylor was in fact likely going to come out in between that.

for me and some of my mutuals, we think that they adjusted the plans to reunite once scooter jumped in because he had positioned himself to profit from taylor coming out and karlie being her friend while it happened. and as taylor has said in interviews since then, she is someone who will deeply inconvenience herself to prove a point. and i think things like the i can and i will necklace that karlie wore in late 2019 add to this idea, and songs like mad woman and vigilante shit point to this as well. as in, i believe it’s possible that they spread a rumor of a new rift between one another even among industry folks, in order for scooter to be lulled into a false sense of security around karlie, and in the end that’s how they got a lot of dirt on him. i remember how karlie posted from paris sipping tea just days before scooter’s infidelity was first reported.

and then from within everything that happened with late 2019, lover fest being announced that september with such limited dates, miss americana becoming what it was, the the man mv, among other things, i get the sense there was a shift again like i feel like they might have extended the period of distance between them for reasons i think you were alluding to, although there was talk of taylor touring less because of her mom, and then quarantine came and the shift to a more private few years was natural, so the whole thing is still a little haze-ridden. but, i firmly feel that with each album since lover she has given us progressively more clarity and what has transpired.

so to circle back to what you were suggesting, i dont necessarily think that they spread break up rumors in 2019 in order to lower the number of kaylors so that they could have a more private life. i think the chief driver was revenge on scooter, with then not taking it all back being a potential choice because of what they might have gone forward with under the circumstances they found themselves in.

#fandom dynamics is a separate conversation to be hand i think #*to be had

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If you're still taking asks, what about an AU where Mt. Lady has One For All?

Trying and trying to figure out how to manage Mt. Lady as Toshi's successor before realizing that I don't have to. That's not what the ask said!

1- OfA has often been passed to just whoever is around with the highest chance of not being evil, and so Banjo passed it to a fellow pro hero Tenyuu, who was just faster getting to him than En here. Tenyuu gave it to a sidekick Ricochet, and she gave it to a vigilante named Wayz, and they gave it to a hero named Magara, and she gave it a hero intern student Yū.

2- Yū was from a pretty small hero school and interning in a rural town, which is where Magara was trying to hide from AfO's notice. You may have noticed Toshinori isn't in that lineup of holders, so the commercial aspect looks a little different from canon and Yū is looking at it more like Uraraka- a license so she can use her quirk in other ways to make money. Moving cows for instance and whatever else that little smash comic had her doing idk.

3- and now she's got a target on her back from AfO, so Magara tells her to get help from old heroes- they'll know more and can help her. Yū didn't sign up for this, but girl isn't a quitter! She's vain and petty when it's not serious, but she knows when it's important. She's going down fighting, if at all! So she reaches out to the oldest hero she knows, Yoroi Musha, who reaches out to a few other old heroes including RG and Torino and they piece some info about AfO together for her.

4- Yū plays off the new strength as a side effect. She has to be very strong to lift and move her own body when it's gigantic and heavy, so when she shrinks and has less to carry she can move faster and punch harder. That's a lie, but it explains enough to buy her time on getting as much info and proof about AfO as she can before he pinpoints her as the next holder. When he does, she's ready, and the older heroes she had helping her release the info to the media as Yū grows to a hundred times her own size and strength and steps on AfO with every drop of OfA in her. It's rather gruesome, but also thorough, and as footage of that spreads with all the evidence that AfO did actually exist, and what connections could be found, it's a few crazy days. The HPSC does a cleaning of bugs and moles, and then invites Yū in to congratulate her.

5- she's only eighteen at the time, and they present to her an idea of a hero ranking, herself at the top. They really want to Mockingjay her, including already having a planned romance with Hawks, her age and just perfect isn't it? Yū hums, then asks if they think she's stupid just because she's young or blonde or both. She knows she's worth so much more than what they'd give her, even if she thinks the ranking might revitalize the hero industry and they could certainly use the numbers now. They can go ahead and give her the crown, but she isn't going to be their doll. Besides, she has AfO's secrets and was the one to decide they needed to be revealed after decades and decades. Do the HPSC think she doesn't have theirs, or are they just hoping she'll never think it's time for them to own up to it? (She's bluffing. She's bluffing so hard, but she can put on a show, and she did just turn AfO into jam, so. It works.) The HPSC smartly backs out while they can and thanks her for her continued work in the field. On her way out, she sends a thank you message to the heroes who helped her, and decides to look around the city for where she wants to set up her own agency, since she's got a bigger budget for it than she originally thought.

#pocket talks to people #deusverve #ask game

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kawaiichibiart · 6 months

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I can't find it (although chances are I never posted it :/), but to this day I think about the post where I share possibility of past akuma victims just, remembering everything. All of them remember.

All. Of. Them.

And, it just sets off this series of support systems.

Individual and group therapy is something that is set up for those who need it.

August's mom starts a forum after her son starts remembering his time as an akuma, and it leads to more parents speaking up about their children, very young children, having nightmares and needing to sleep with their parents or older siblings because their memories as an akuma is hitting them hard.

People who work call off in order to process what's going on.

School gets cancelled for a brief period (like maybe a week or two) of time, some students stay home for longer.

Friends support each other whenever the memories get too intense.

We see so much support and love between everyone who remembers and is remembering...

...but then we have Adrien.

Adrien who can't bring himself to look for support. Adrien who feels like he shouldn't get help.

Everyone who's been akumatized is remembering what they did, what happened, and people can back up what's happened with clear evidence (articles, blogs/vlogs, clips from past livestreams or news reports, etc.) but he doesn't have that.

Chat Blanc's timeline is gone and Ephemeral's was reversed. There is no existing evidence that he's been akumatized. No one remembers he was akumatized, except for Marinette.

Marinette, who's Ladybug.

Ladybug, who's kept things from him. His akumatization, the fact she must of planned on having him reveal his identity just to not tell him hers (and she must of planned on having Viperion in on it, too, which makes it worse).

The girl he no longer knows if he can trust.

He doesn't have anyone who can support him. He doesn't want to say anything in case people thing he's making it all up.

After all, can he prove Chat Noir got akumatized, killed everyone in Paris, maybe even France, split the moon in half and almost killed Ladybug again? Could he prove he was Ephemeral and helped his father win (and God, if that isn't just another peachy thing to find out)? That Ladybug lost her Miraculous because he couldn't break out of his father's control?

He's remembering killing the people he loves and finding his mother (fuck, his mom is under his house) and not being able to resist the akuma and the world ending and being alone surrounded by water and just the continuous thought of "I killed them...it's all my fault..."

He's alone, moreso than he normally is. He shows to school and photoshoots looking dead. He slowly stops talking to his friends, eventually stops showing up to school (Nathalie informing them that he's unwell, since that's what he told her) and eventually leaving Paris to find someone he can talk to because his memories won't leave him alone.

No one knows where he went. No one knows where Chat Noir went. Both of them just, vanished. No one knows why. They can't come up with a reason for him to run.

Nino thinks he's runaway after finally having had enough of how Gabriel treats him, and he took advantage of everyone remembering their akumatizations to leave.

Lila thinks he didn't run away and instead was shipped off to who knows where in case Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth/Monarch sends out an akuma and he he can target past victims who have this new found guilt, she'd just hate it if she got turned back into Volpina or Chameleon and target him :(

Some people think Chat Noir is running away from his responsibilities. Some think he ran away to get real training, maybe an extra weapon in case he needs it.

Meanwhile, Marinette is having a crisis, because if everyone is remembering what happened while they were akumatized....but the time line got erased. Chat Noir couldn't possibly... he'd find a way to leave his Miraculous with her, right? Maybe he wanted to prove he could still be a reliable hero? Maybe she's looking too deep into it (look deeper, honey, you hit the nail on the head, keep hitting it and be a better partner).

I honestly don't know where Adrien would go, part of me wants to say London, because if he could vent to anyone who might possibly believe him, it could be to Felix. Part of me wants him to literally still be in Paris/France, just with a new found ability to wield shadows and be able to hide in them without being noticed. And yet another part of me wants him to run to an entire different continent and leave everything behind.

Just, it's one of the worst ways he can find out what secrets are/were kept from him, and he's not able to say anything because:

He can't know anybody's secret ID, despite it being important he does in case he has to get help on the off chance Ladybug can't (she's captured, she's affected by the akuma's powers, etc.). Look what happened when he found out who Ladybug was. Death on the one hand and his father winning on the other.

Ladybug likely had to go through so much in order to defeat Chat Blanc, why would she want to hear his POV about it? The damage was reversed. He should be happy everyone is still alive alive again after he killed them.

Ladybug is the Guardian, of course she had to know his secret identity. Right? Maybe if she didn't hand out the miraculous, Fu would have and he'd know everyone's secret ID. But she's the Guardian now, so it has to be important for her to know who holds what Miraculous.

He should have known his father was the villain this whole time. Wow, you lived with the villain and didn't suspect him at all? You could have saved time by taking them time to look further into things, but no.

He got akumatized twice and the second time he just handed his miraculous over. It doesn't matter that he wasn't in control, maybe this is a sign he doesn't deserve a miraculous, let alone one of the two most powerful.

#adrien agreste #miraculous #ephemeral #chat blanc #cat blanc #this is something i genuinely think about often #if people who were akumatized remembered what they did #no matter what #he wouldn't feel like he deserved any support #because very few people remember either event #aside from him who remembers?#marinette is ladybug so she likely remembers what happened #and he can probably add bunnyx but does she really count???#....do the kwamis remember?#it's essentially that thing where it doesn't matter if you just broke your arm and the person next to you is in a full body cast #you're both in pain and healing #adrien has every right to getting support and talking about his akumatizations (both as himself and as chat noir)#but he's putting off what he went through as nothing compared to what literally everyone else went through #solely because both times he's been akumatized no longer exist #why should he get help for something that doesn't exist?#why should he get help for something that doesn't matter anymore?#it's a mindset that'll take a toll on him and one that has to faced head on #and lead to him finding support and the reassurance that what he went through did matter. that just because it didn't exist anymore #it doesn't mean he has to shut everyone out and pretend like he didn't go through something traumatic twice #the process will be messy as fuck #but he can get help #let marinette realize the chances he remembers are higher than she thinks #let her realize her errors and work on bettering herself #because if no one would be there for chat noir #at the very least he could talk to her

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wheels-of-despair · 5 months

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Deleted Scene: Hurricane Jade Summary: Tom gets an unexpected visitor during a cold winter alone. Words: 1.1k Note: This takes place between the final chapter and the epilogue.

"Hey."

Tom turns away from the petrol tanks he's installing to see… Jade. Just standing there, staring at him in that stupid jacket she'd once wrapped around Ruth. He feels the rage start to bubble immediately.

"I come in peace," she says, her hands held out in a submissive gesture. "Can we talk?"

"Nothing to talk about." He turns back to the tanks, although he can't remember what he was doing with them. He glares at the wrench in his hand, wishing it would get to work and make him look busy.

"Just for a minute. Then I'll go away forever."

This seems like too good an offer to pass up.

"Fine," he says through gritted teeth, dropping the tool on the grass beside the tank with a soft thud. Tom crosses his arms impatiently and turns around to lean against the side of the caravan, hoping the annoyance is evident on his face.

The park was still a few months away from opening, and he had plenty of time to get things in order, but he didn't like being interrupted. Especially by Jade. What the hell does she want from him, anyway? Hasn't she ruined enough already?

Jade smiles awkwardly and sits in the grass. What did she expect, to be invited in for tea? She stretches out her legs and crosses her ankles. She looks far too comfortable.

"I've sold Gran's caravan," she says casually, brushing her hand gently across the blades of grass at her side. "Ruth and I are leaving at the end of the month."

He wants to tell her that doesn't care. "Why?" he asks instead.

"We've decided to go out and see the world. The park is too full of memories for us both."

Right, because they're the ones who had their hearts broken there.

"Where will you go?" Dammit Tom, stop asking questions. You don't care, remember?

"Dunno yet." She folds her hands in her lap and smiles up at him. "Thought we'd just go to the airport and get on the first cheap flight to somewhere hot."

Tom's brow furrows. Is she joking?

"You think we're mad." It comes as a statement, not a question, so Tom doesn't feel the need to respond.

"I think it'll be fun, just figuring things out as we go."

The thought of going off into the world without a sensible plan makes Tom uneasy. Almost as uneasy as he feels under her gaze.

"I've been packing, and I've been doing a lot of thinking."

Tom stares at his shoes, wishing she'd get to the point.

"Do you love her?"

"Why, are you trying to pawn her back off on me before your big escape?" Tom spits.

"I'm not talking about Ruth."

Right. The other girl who left him a few months ago.

"I've been thinking a lot about her."

So has Tom. He's tried to stop. Tried to move on. But every time he goes near the stove, he thinks of her. The way she explained things so patiently, the way she teased him, the way she'd playfully bump him out of the way with her hip. He's been existing off of cereal and takeout. Every time he enters his empty caravan, it hits him that she's not there to ask about his day, or laugh with him at a dumb movie, or share his bed. Every minute he's not working, he's haunted by the ghosts of people who don't want him.

It's made him a model employee, but a miserable man.

Tom's heart feels heavy. He sinks to the ground and sits across from Jade. Sounds like she's ramping up for a long one. Might as well get comfortable.

"When I was a kid, Mum moved us around all the time. I lost count of how many schools I went to. Almost always ended up back at Gran's in-between. And when Gran moved down here, I had no one… until I found her."

Tom picks a blade of grass and twists it in his fingers.

"She was the only person I could ever depend on. Like a lighthouse in the storm. No matter how bad things got, she was always there to guide me home. She was home."

Hurricane Jade, he thinks.

"People come in and out of my life so often, I barely remember their names. They're all just… passing through on their way to somewhere better. But she liked me for me, even when I didn't like myself. She loved me, although I probably didn't deserve it. She was always there for me when I needed her. I just never stopped to think that she might need me too."

Tom hates that he can't hate Jade right now.

"How did you meet her, Tom?"

Tom looks into Jade's eyes for the first time since he sat down, and much to his surprise, he tells her the story. An abridged version, but more than he'd planned to give her; from the night she nearly ran him over until that last kiss goodbye. Damn that intense gaze.

"Have you talked to her since?"

Tom shakes his head once. She hadn't left a number, or an address. She didn't want him. Nobody did.

"Did you ever tell her that you loved her?" Jade asks quietly.

Tom nods and swipes angrily at the traitorous tear that escaped from his eye. He's never felt so alone in his life.

Jade reaches into her pocket and pulls out an envelope. She stands and steps toward Tom, holding out the paper. He doesn't reach out to take it, so she leans down and places it on the ground next to him.

"Would you give this to her next time you see her?"

"Dunno where she is."

Jade smiles in a knowing way that breaks the spell and makes Tom's rage begin to bubble again.

"I should get back," she says, dusting the grass from her legs. "Thank you for today, Tom. I hope you find the happiness you deserve."

Tom is suddenly faced with the urge to roll his eyes.

"Ruth and I are at Sleepy Sunrise 'til the end of the month, if you'd like to come say goodbye. I'm sure it would mean a lot to her; Ruth really does feel awful about the way things happened."

He'll not be going, but he nods once to acknowledge he heard it.

Jade smiles her dumb smile one more time and begins to walk away. Tom stares at the sealed white envelope on the ground, rather than the back of her tacky jacket, and wonders what the hell he's supposed to do with it.

"Tom?" He looks up, and Jade has turned around. "Always tell her what you want and how you feel."

"What?" he asks. But she's already rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Tom picks up the envelope and turns it over.

He's got a long drive ahead of him.

#writings of despair #tom grant is enough #tom grant #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader #...with minimal presence in this one.

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elinor-bolton · 2 years

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So I wanted to write about the textual evidence regarding Aegon II and the child fighting pit, and why its extremely dubious that it happened at all based on the text of Fire&Blood

So just a little bit of background on fire & blood. Fire& blood, the book containing the information the house of the dragon is based on, was written in the asoiaf universe from the perspective of Maester Yandel, contains sections from the perspective of Archmaester Gyldayn. It containes six chapters detailing the Dance of the Dragons, taken from several people’s accounts that were there at the time. The perspectives that matter in this particular bit of the story are those of Septon Eustace, Grand Master Munkin, and Mushroom, the fool. One should note that all of these perpectives contain inaccuracies, and often conflicting stories, but Eustace was known for being a supporter of the Greens and Mushroom was said to have greatly loved Rhaenya and was known to add an air of scandal to any of his accounts (ex during the early days of the Dance, Jacaerys was sent to the Vale to request aid from Lady Jeyne Arryn, the ruling lady of house Arryn, known as the “Maid of the Vale” because she never married. According to Mushroom, she agreed to lend her support only if Jace could make her climax with his tongue. This is obviously ridiculus, as, besides the obvious, not only was Jace 15 and Jeyne 36 at the time (Not the pedophilia doesn’t happen a lot in asoiaf, it is generally doesn’t happen with an older woman and a younger man) and Jeyne was well accepted by the history books to be only interested in women. She had a lifelong “companion” in Jessamyn Redfort and was known to have died in her arms at the age of 40.) But back to my point. The perspectives were biased and Mushroom told scandalous stories. We do know that Septon Eustace was the only one who we can be certian was in Kings Landing for the events of Ep 9, as he preformed Viserys I’s last rights. We do know that Mushroom was not at KL directly after Viserys I death, as he was at Rhaenyra’s court at Dragonstone.

So, we get to the events of Ep9. All accounts agree that Aegon was not with Helaena and their children when called in by the council. Munkin’s account simply states the prince was found “at his revels” Eustace’s account says that Aegon was found “abed with a well-kept paramour, the daughter of a wealthy trader.” Mushroom, who was definately not present told a very different story. He states these “revels” “were at a Flea Bottom rat pit, where feral children fought each other for the amusement of watchers, while Aegon, drunk and naked, was pleasured by a young girl.”

Now we know these rat pits existed, and several members of the Dance may have visited them, including Aegon (once again, by the account of only Mushroom), Daemon and Baela (see the end of the linked above article on”rat pits” However, literally the only person who says the Aegon was there was Mushroom, who very much was not in Kings Landing. I’m not in any way trying to argue that he was “in bed with a well kept Paramour” (honestly he was probably drunk at a brothel) But I think it’s absolutely ridiculous and incredibly biased that the writers of the show decided to take the obviously unsubstantiated account of the story and use that to make Aegon seem worse. It’s just part of a larger pattern of the writers picking the absolute worst accounts for Aegon’s character building and completely ignoring the objective accounts for Rhaenyra (Such as the fact that in the text she definitely ordered the death of Vaemond, who did not call her a whore (Although he did accuse her of committing adultery which was high treason so) Instead the show has Viserys”ordering his death” and Daemon acting on his own to behead a noble without trial (aka literally the thing that Joffrey does to Ned Stark that starts the war with the North) which is a super big issue the narrative just glosses over, but once again i digress

#hotd season 1 episode 9 #hotd s1e9 #aegon ii targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti viserys i targaryen #vaemond velaryon #asoiaf mushroom #septon eustace #an elinor-bolton original

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the-annoying-moth · 1 year

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So..uhmm I never wanted to do this bcuz...I felt...guilty but seeing this shit is fucking stressing me so let's start with this shit:

Let's start at the beginning like in 2019 more or less with a moth of about 12 or 13 years old at most but many knew me simply as sushi (somewhat random, my nickname was for my kitten but I changed it to my self insert moth girl )

At that time I had abandoned my old acc bcuz a girl certainly harassed me to answer her and to support her emotionally but she in itself degraded my problems, so I had decided to escape like the good coward that I am and I remembered that Jaja existed sooo I talked to her to tell her that sushi girl was me or just mysdered/mysde and we continued with our ships normaly(sfg! Nash x Classic!Frans and huhhh I think Rachel x Exterreri)

But despite the fact that everything was normal, something happened because Jaja began to talk to me a little about Zaiko, telling me to be careful when approaching them because they could hurt me and well, I blindly believed her, making me also fear and hate them for some reason.(Zaikoperdonameesqueestabachikitaypendejaigualnoeramiintención;;;;)

Although it seemed strange to me about Zaiko because I had not found any type of evidence that harmed Zaiko and in itself it was only Jaja answering ask type "She made me feel very bad with her actions..."(I'm using the old Zaiko's pronnouns acording to the year)and again I just keep listening only to Jaja because she was my friend in that time and I admired her art because for me was really pretty and comfy to see

Well, time passed all right I guess? There weren't many problems regarding our shipps until one day I drew a drawing of exterreri x rachel saying that their relationship reminded me of SasuSaku due to the fact that Exterreri left for too long and then came back and then Haha he spoke to me privately saying He did not like this comparison at all, asking me to perhaps delete the post or hc, I agreed and deleted the hc without too many problems, but a few months later the chaos began

I started to devolping a shipp with Zaiko and that ship was Seth x Cherry,Jaja she found out about this and she warned me again to stay away from Zaiko because they were a bad person and double-faced but I didn't noticed that honestly bcuz Zaiko was a very comprensive person and very very very kind and patient towards me and some mutuals in that time

And everything went down when I created my oc and shippchild of pf!frisk x killer! Sans,Artemisa Jaja inmediately talked to me starting the conversation with "I thought you didn't like that ship" and I told her that I was neutral regarding the ship and created Artemisa for fun too so that she could also interact with other fanchilds of the same ship or other ships as well. After I explained to her, she began with "You don't know how hurtful you are, I thought we were friends!" I felt horribly bad because I didn't want to make her feel that way with my fanchild and I was a bit scared to be honest so I told Zaiko that problem

And I tried to resolve the problem with a serious dialogue to her and we broke our ships at Jaja's request I honestly was very sad I just loved the shipchilds that we make like Alexander(Sfg!nash xFrans) or Said(ExterrerixRachel),and she also requested me to delete the posts of said ships and childs (which she did not do because we made more than anything a deal)so we stopped talking and being less close than before and by that timeI started to talk to @yueart about our ships which at that time I think they were (AlexanderxViolet,BinariøxBermellon and TristánxZenka).

And among so much talk I brought up the problem with Jaja, realizing that I was not the only one affected by his actions because Yue also went through the same thing

So I had an idea, to make a reboot for Frans to see what he thought Haha, what did I get as an answer? well in the comments she sent me a "our ship is still canon right :)?" I was like "you're goddam kidding me right?!" But internally,and I said yes

But one day I just got tired of all that shit and well,tell her all the truth of the matter and blocked her inmediately

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Voy a ser muy sincera con esto,este tema me estreso mucho e incluso mi ex pareja sabe del tema pues a él le pedia consejos de que hacer,recuerda que si tu pasaste la misma situación con esta mujer no estás solo! Me tienes a mi y a muchas personas más,debes mantenerte lo más firme y valiente que puedas ante sus estúpidos juegos,manipulaciones y llantitos. Espero que estés donde estés sepas que tienes apoyo tanto en este testimonio y muchos más

No te sientas mal si ella te hizo creer que la dañaste,literalmente tiene una mentalidad de una niña de 11 u 13 años

Para Jaja:

Honestamente...no me arrepiento haber dicho lo que dije en ese tiempo,me hiciste sentir tan mal con tus palabras,para mi eras una amiga más pero al final me di cuenta de algo,no conozcas a tus ídolos espero que estés donde estés seas conciente de tus acciones o el daño que le hiciste a personas. Sayonara~

#annoying moth text #Bueno ya me sentí mal #conpermiso

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averseunhinged · 8 months

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i spent most of this week's fun writing time trying to wrangle my brain into finishing arranged marriage (the first part's done! i just need to let it marinate for a couple of days and use fresh eyes to make sure i've wrung most of the awkward out), but here's part of the new thing i let myself write as a little treat. i have zero plans for it other than, vaguely, shenansies.

Klaus retreated to the permanent privacy of his and Caroline’s spelled suite, a home décor must when your children were the world’s only tribrid, the last Heretic confirmed to still live, and the blackest witch since Dahlia herself had slithered the Earth, were prone to dropping by unannounced, and not at all inclined to limit their expressions of disgust at any indication of parental intimacy.

The first time Lizzie burst into their bedroom uninvited, the resulting chaos convinced him of the necessity of that. In the end, Hope managed to throw the much taller, squirming girl, still shrieking about her mother being defiled, over her shoulder and staggered all the way out of their house. Caroline had been tempting in nothing but an artfully draped bedsheet, cheeks flushed pink with her paroxysms of embarrassed laughter, but Klaus resigned himself to not bedding her without an appointment again until he could bribe Freya into warding it to hell and back.

Decades older, now, their children might be, but part of them would always stay as young as they appeared.

Collapsing onto the settee and sprawling out into the corner, he sipped his bourbon and pulled up contact information he had only very rarely had occasion to use over the years.

When she answered his call, it was in a hoarse, exhausted alto. “We can be at Heathrow in two hours.”

“Pardon me?”

“Yes, if you want me to fix whatever you or the girls have got yourselves into this time, Enzo is coming with me.” On the other end of the line, there was a rusting and shifting of mattress and linen and then the soft padding of the witch’s bare feet on creaking, old hardwood. “And I don’t care how much he provokes you. I don’t care how many times he hugs them or how many cutesy nicknames he uses. I don’t care how obnoxious he is, because if he truly steps over the line, you know Care feels remarkably little guilt about punching men in the dick.”

An understatement if there was ever one. Once, a visiting older vampire had, evidently, grown particularly weary of remaining among the reanimated and taken his chances in groping Caroline aggressively enough that his fingers had gone places she was of the firm opinion they did not belong. She’d punched him so hard; his genitals had been pulped. By the time Klaus got involved, he found her berating the man for his sartorial choices while grinding her stiletto into whatever was left. Not that he thought it an overreaction, but it was a tad hypocritical of her to object when he added the vampire to his decorative skull collection.

“So, Enzo isn’t staying home, and you’re not allowed to maim, torture, or kill him in any way, shape, or form.” There was the click of a light switch and then hushed, domestic noises: the clink of metal against metal, water poured, loose tea measured, the click of an electric kettle turning itself off. “Now, who’s the fuck up this time?”

That was fair, he supposed. After all, he’d never contacted the witch except in times of crisis. Caroline’s kidnappings had petered out over the years, and stopped altogether when the last coven to conceive of a supposedly foolproof plan hadn’t lasted past the attempted nabbing. Between Hope’s pathological distrust of witches, aside from her aunts and the twins—understandable, in Klaus’s opinion, given the circumstances of his daughter’s existence—the lingering remnants of Lizzie’s hero worship of her mother—again, understandable—and Josie’s slightly deranged loyalty to the parent who had spent decades trying to fix what Alaric had broken—bit of a pattern emerging—the girls could not be relied upon to have a reasonable response.

Caroline hadn’t even scolded them overmuch for not firing a warning shot before turning her abductors into smears of ash and blood. She’d never been the sort to get a kick out of her own kidnappings, unless she’d had a hand in planning them.

“Believe it or not, we currently number among us not a single fuck up. There’s no emergency.”

Bonnie set something glass down with a hard thump. “Why the Hell did you wake me up at 4:30 in the morning, then?”

“Well, I don’t exactly keep up to date with your itinerary, witch,” Klaus replied with ire to match. “You’re capable of ignoring a call when abed, are you not? Besides,” Klaus continued to avoid being hung up on, “the girls do need help. Urgently.”

She sighed and the sounds of her preparing her tea resumed. “Fine. What terrible ideas do I need to save them from this time? If they’re harassing Damon and Elena’s kids again, I want plausible deniability and am ending this call.”

“Worse.” Klaus slumped lower and gave his drink a despairing sip. “They’ve decided it’s Caroline’s and my fiftieth anniversary in October and have their little hearts set on a family destination celebration.” He let that sink in for a moment before finally arriving at the crux of the problem. “The entire family.”

“Shit.”

#halfway thinking about making them all go on a cruise #klaroline wip wed

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years

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Batman: Let me get this right, you invaded the Justice League database so you could prove what?

Riddler: That you guys invented Atlantis and Aquaman is just a normal metahuman.

Batman: And how exactly did you convinced Poison Ivvy of being a distraction for this? The two of you are not in the best terms and I can't see she agreing with this plan.

Poison Ivvy: She is right here. And she also wanted to prove that Aquaman isn't real.

Batman: Look I really didn't want to bring the heavy violent interrogation tenicques. But there's no way I'm buying that excuse, so I'm giving you one last chance, why did you invade the Justice League database?

Poison Ivvy: You can torture us all you want Batman, we are talking the truth.

Riddler: Please don't torture us all you want, Batman. But yeah, we already told you the reason.

Batman: *grabing something from his utility belt* I warned you.

Riddler: Wait wait wait... Bill Nye doesn't believe in Aquaman.

Batman: What?

Riddler: Yes, Jon told us.

Batman: That makes no sense. How would Scarecrow even know that?

Poison Ivvy: His best friend told him.

Batman: Best Friend? Crane doesn't have friends... unless the Mad Hatter? Is he controlling you two?

Riddler: No, you moron, a girl called Velma Dinkley that he met in an Elvira parade or something, she personally knows Bill Nye.

Batman: That's just insane.

Riddler: And that's why I searched the internet for proof while Doctor Isley sended a fanmail to Bill himself asking about it.

Poison Ivvy: Nygma found a video from Nye's own security camera where he gives a very long explanation to a trick or treating kid about how Aquaman's existence is scientifically impossible and therefor he isn"t real. Not much after the response to my letter with the very same explanation came. I have it here with me. *even hurt and handcuffed to the Batmobile she makes a plant grow on the pavement and there is a letter inside it's leaves"

Riddler: And I have the video on my phone. I would show you, but I can't acess it while bounded upsidown with a broken rib!

Batman: I'll look it up. *thirty minutes later* I suppose you were right. I'll still have to take you to Arkham, but if I find any evidence of Aquaman not existing I'll send it to you.

Riddler: Oh, I thought Aquaman not being real was a ridiculous notion, detective?

Batman: That was before Bill Nye the science guy explained it. Now it is my duty to investigate Aquaman.

Poison Ivvy: Good. I hope you know Arkham won't keep us long. We will soon also be investigating it and it's better that we help each other, cause you won't want to go against me.

Riddler: Independent of your choice, we will find out the truth, Crussader, there's no puzzle I can't figure out. Also I want my phone back.

Poison Ivvy: And I want my letter. It's autographed!

#i will beat this dead horse of a joke soo much #i love making smart people dumb #they are all bill nye fans #happy halloween scooby doo #a small reference to velma dinkley and dr crane brotop supremacy #riddler #edward nygma #batman #bruce wayne #poison ivvy #pamela isley #bill nye #aquaman #bill nye is an aquaman denier #fictional conspiracy theory #you bet vic sage is on the aquaman deniers group #i consider that hhsd and batman the brave and the bold scooby doo are different universes and that's why batman doesn't know who velma is #same for riddler

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twicearoundthesun · 1 year

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“This doesn’t look familiar.”

Jeongyeon stifled a chuckle as Chaeyoung rolled her eyes.

“God, you’re so paranoid. This is exactly where I found you. Leaned up against this tree. It looks like every other tree in these goddamn woods, so I can’t imagine why it doesn’t look familiar.” Chaeyoung kicked a rock. Nayeon glared. Chaeyoung glared back. “Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t trust any of you. Shouldn’t it look like we made camp here?”

“You had two backpacks and a shitty little fire that’d gone out hours before I found you. You didn’t exactly make camp, I’m willing to bet anything this is just where you collapsed and that girl made a fire next to you to try and keep you from dying. If she even exists.”

“Why would I lie?”

“Maybe you hallucinated her.”

“She got me kicked out of my fucking home-”

“Okay, okay.” Jeongyeon held her hands up. She didn’t want Chaeyoung angry, especially not after last time, and there was no use letting them at each other’s throats. “Let’s not fight, okay? Nayeon, look around and see if you find anything, any evidence that she was back, or where she went off to. Chaeyoung, did you remember anything out of place?”

“Nothing at all. The way the fire was set up, it looked like there’d been some sort of small metal pot, but it was gone. Nayeon had two cloaks on.”

“And you mentioned the green one was hers – what was her name, again?”

“Dahyun. Yeah, the green cloak was Dahyun’s.”

“If she left you with all of the supplies and her cloak, I don’t think she abandoned you. We can rule that out. She intended to come back.”

“I could have told you that. She was too soft to abandon me.”

“Great. What was she doing? Looking for food?”

Nayeon shook her head. “Looking for… some sort of plant, she was trying to make medicine for me. She’d found one here already, but when she tried to make whatever it was, it didn’t work.”

“You tried it?”

“No. She just said it didn’t look right, or something.”

“And she just said she was off to find the plant. Something that grows in the cold….”

“No. That was the problem. She was looking for, like, seeds? Underground? And then she would speed up their growth with her powers, but she was bad at it.”

Jeongyeon gnawed on her lip. “Seeds? Are you sure?” It was very hard to sense seeds underground, even the most experienced in botany magic couldn’t do it with certainty. If the girl really sucked as much as Nayeon said, it wouldn’t make sense for her to find them… Or, it would explain why she was having such trouble.

“How’d she find one in the first place?”

“She found a couple, actually.”

Jeongyeon tilted her head.

“The first few were too small, and she couldn’t get them to grow any bigger. One was big enough, but the medicine didn’t turn out right.”

Jeongyeon tilted her head. “Seeds… too small?” That certainly didn’t make sense.

“Like… The little onion thing.”

“Bulbs. Not seeds. You mean bulbs.”

“Same fucking difference.”

“Not at all. Seeds would have been impossible to find. But okay, you said she knew a lot about the flora in the area?”

“Yeah.”

Jeongyeon nodded. Okay, if she was looking for bulbs, then trying to grow them, she obviously needed the flowering part of the plant. She knew the area well. Well-studied, probably, but not well-practiced.

Jeongyeon was both well-studied and well-practiced. She ran down the list in her head. A flowering bulb, common enough in this environment that Dahyun could find a few, but uncommon enough that she had trouble. Probably not native, but introduced. Could survive the cold months underground. Theoretically, Dahyun was thinking it could be made into a medicine that would cure Nayeon.

“Did she mention anything else? Any other ingredients?”

Nayeon took a deep breath. “Just mentioned some sob story about her mother being sick, and her brother making it for her. She was thinking of her mother’s death as she said it.”

“… And whatever it is, she thought it’d cure you?”

“Yeah, I mean. I don’t know, Jeongyeon. She just said, her brother would make it for her mom all the time to help.”

“All the time….” Jeongyeon tilted her head. That didn’t make sense. “She had to keep using it…?” Clearly the medicine didn’t work – it didn’t cure her, at least. Unless... That wasn’t it’s purpose. “Oh.”

“Oh, what?”

Both Nayeon and Chaeyoung were staring at her, now.

“Nayeon, I don’t think… I don’t think she was trying to cure you.” Jeongyeon said softly. “I think she knew you were dying and was trying to make you comfortable.”

Nayeon was silent.

“Theres a flowering bulb in this region, genus Corydalis, that can survive freezing in the winter and blooms in the early spring. It’s used in a lot of medicinal potions.” Jeongyeon remembered studying it. “It’s very hard to get any magical properties out of it by itself, though, which is pretty standard for most plants. But when you take the Corydalis petals and brew them at the perfect conditions it’s sort of like a sedative, and an anti-inflammatory. It would have calmed you down and numbed some of the pain of your body succumbing to illness.”

Nayeon frowned. “Nice. The little shit was lying to me.” But Jeongyeon could hear the sadness in her voice.

“She was trying to keep you comfortable and warm and not alone in what she thought were your last hours instead of ditching the dead weight like she should have. Doesn’t sound like a little shit to me. Sounds like you owe her.” Chaeyoung sneeered.

“I know that, Chaeyoung. Why the hell do you think we’re in the middle of the woods looking for her?”

“Everyone, just calm down.” Jeongyeon said. “Now that I know her thought process, I think we can start to retrace her steps. Just stick with me.”

She started north, following the slight incline. “Corydalis,” she continued, “Most varieties grow in well-drained, rocky highlands. This forest… isn’t that, so the plants probably were introduced here; someone grew them and they spread. But they’d grow best uphill, where water isn’t likely to pool. She’d have started by going uphill. If she knew what she was doing.”

They followed her wordlessly. She followed the increasing altitude for a few minutes; each time they’d get to the top of the hill, Jeongyeon would make her way to the next-highest ground they could see. Chaeyoung cut slashes in some of the trees along the way, to give them a clear path back to Tzuyu and Jihyo, at the camp.

It was thirty minutes of walking before she froze.

To the untrained eye, nothing was different here than it had been the last four hills they’d climbed. But Jeongyeon felt her magic grow stronger, a small tug in her gut. Among the dead winter brush, there was something strong in bloom. As they neared the top, she reached her hand out, easily growing the tiny sprout that poked out of the thin blanket of snow until it stretched upward towards her fingers, blue-purple flowers hanging down in clusters.

“She was here.” Jeongyeon said. “She was only able to grow it into a sprout. But she was here.”

“And she isn’t here anymore.” Chaeyoung said.

“No.”

“But her body isn’t either, and there’s no blood.” Chaeyoung said. “That’s a good sign. Or an awful one.” Nayeon winced.

“There’s no sign of a fight.” Jeongyeon tried to remain hopeful. “But… She couldn’t finish growing the plant.”

Nayeon only frowned, and plucked a flower off.

“Is there any way to track her, Jeong?” Chaeyoung was staring off into the woods, looking for any signs of life. “Any clue what she might have done next?”

Jeongyeon shook her head. “I… I don’t know. If this plant was what she was after… Something stopped her from finishing her work. There’s no sign of anything, here.” She paused. “It’s going to start to get dark soon. We’ll wait one more night to break camp, and check again tomorrow. For now, we need to get back.”

No one answered. Nayeon crushed the flower in her hand and dropped it, turning to follow the marked trees back to camp.

Jeongyeon met eyes with Chaeyoung before they both followed.

#coven au #sorry we'll get to Tzu and Jihyo eventually #i know nothing about plants or magic #pls suspend ur disbelief #ik yall arent as excted abt this au as I am but oh well #writing some baby smc now tho bc i know you like it #jeongyeon #nayeon #chaeyoung #twice au #twice fic

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