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illdowhatiwantthanks · 3 months

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Sunday Mornings

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff galore Word count: 2,309

You woke up early that morning, but that wasn't unusual for you. Mornings were your favorite part of the day. If you woke up as the sun rose, its brilliant, yellow-orange rays refracted through your sheer curtains and bathed the room in an ethereal, golden glow. You watched the light creeping its way through the window and sighed contentedly. You ran a hand over the soft fur of your cat, Roger, who slept curled at your stomach. It was slow and peaceful and so, so quiet on Sunday mornings. There were no expectations, no unfinished jobs, no pressures hanging over your head. And this Sunday morning, there was a beautiful woman lying next to you in bed wearing almost nothing.

You'd spent the night Casey's many times, falling into a routine, becoming more and more comfortable with her, with yourself, with how the two of you fit together. The first few nights, you barely slept at all, too conscious of Casey next to you. But after you'd stopped lying about how well you slept, Casey started to do little things to help. She downloaded a white noise app on her phone when she learned you slept with one at home. She surprised you one night in bed with a hot cup of your usual Sleepytime tea. You still didn't sleep well, not yet. But you slept better.

This was the first time, though, that Casey had spent the night at your apartment. Your home was your sanctuary, and you worked hard to keep it perfect. For you, the outside world was overwhelming and overstimulating. You could only handle it for so long. When you needed to retreat, your home was an oasis of calm and comfort and quiet. It was rare that you invited people in and, despite your growing adoration for Casey, you were a little nervous to have her there. Nervous that she would, by no fault of her own, upset the precarious atmosphere you'd created at home.

But so far, she'd only made home feel more like home. Last night, you'd come home from dinner and split a pint of Ben & Jerry's, turning on a late night baseball game. You'd laughed and laughed as Casey got invested in the game, pointing angrily at the players with her ice cream spoon: "What the fuck was that!? Where are you throwing? The bleachers!?"

She cooed over Roger and assured him he was still the only man in your life. And when you finally took her to bed, she was reverent, deferring to you where she normally took control, careful to make sure that you felt that your space was yours.

Now that the sun had made its way up past the window, you rolled slightly, Casey's arm tightening around you like a boa constrictor. You froze, hoping you hadn't woken her up. You waited a few minutes, heart pounding in your chest, before you were sure she was still asleep.

The real challenge was going to be getting out of bed when her arms were tangled around you. You were a creature of habit, and mornings were no different. As much as you loved Casey in your bed, the feeling of her body pressed into yours, you had a routine to keep to.

You inched closer to the edge of the bed, rolling ever so slightly each time. You froze at every creak of the bed frame, every catch in Casey's breath. You'd managed to get one leg dangling off the bed when Casey inhaled deeply and pulled you aggressively toward her, like a child with a teddy bear. Damn it, why'd she have to be so strong?

"Where could you possibly have to go this early on a Sunday?" she groaned, her voice husky with sleep.

You grimaced, apologetic. "Nowhere," you whispered. "Go back to sleep." You kissed her on the nose and moved to leave the bed, but she only held on tighter.

"Do you have to?" she asked quietly, blinking as her eyes opened and adjusted to the light.

You looked at her body, still curled with sleep, blue-green eyes blinking expectantly at you. You couldn't say no. "Okay," you relented. "I'll stay for a bit." You wrapped your arm around her back and pulled her to your chest, your head resting lightly on hers as she burrowed into you.

You let your mind wander for a while as you played with Casey's hair, listening to her breathing grow slow and steady again; she'd fallen back asleep. This time, you were careful to extricate yourself first from Casey's arms, replacing your body with a particularly large pillow. She clamped onto it with a death grip. You grinned. She held you so tightly, so protectively. Anyone else might feel smothered, but you loved it. Your need for deep touch had finally met its match.

You tiptoed out of the bedroom, cracking the door just wide enough for Roger to slip in and out. As much as you'd enjoyed your leisurely morning, you were ready to get back to your routine. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, watered the plants. You fed Roger and opened the living room blinds. Finally, you turned on your country music playlist, making sure it played low enough that it wouldn't wake Casey.

You felt a buzzing warmth in your chest at the thought that Casey would be joining you for Sunday breakfast–your tradition, ever since you'd stopped going to church.

You hummed along with Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton as you sifted pancake ingredients into a bowl, placed strips of bacon on a foiled pan, and turned on the heat under your great-great-grandmother's cast iron skillet. You grimaced at the coffee maker. It would have to wait. The grinder was way too loud to run while Casey was sleeping.

You poured the first scoop of pancake batter onto the skillet, relishing the sizzle as it spread, watching intently for dry edges and bubbles.

"Hi, sweetheart," Casey whispered in your ear from behind, wrapping her arms around your waist. You jumped. "Sorry, sorry!" She laughed. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you."

"Morning," you replied, your heart still beating wildly. You smiled and stimmed your fingers next to your ears, standing on tiptoes to kiss Casey's cheek. Your stomach flipped when you saw she was wearing one of your sweatshirts.

She sat at the table and rested her head on her hands. "What's all this?" she asked, gesturing to the kitchen.

"Breakfast." You flipped a pancake and continued to stare at the pan.

"Smells amazing," she observed. "Do you need any help?"

You shook your head, then remembered the coffee. "Actually, I didn't start the coffee. Can you do it?"

"Sure," she said, rummaging through a cabinet to look for the coffee beans. You loved Casey next to you like this, both doing your own things, but sharing space, sharing love.

"Did you do all this for me?" Casey asked.

You hesitated. "Yes?"

"Why the question mark?" she said, filling the coffee pot with water.

"Well, I do this every Sunday, so... it's not really special, but it is for you in the sense that you are here and will eat it."

"Wow," Casey laughed, sitting back down as the coffee brewed. "You really know how to make a girl feel special."

"Sorry." You blushed. "I probably should've thought of something special... Like–"

"Y/N, I'm joking," she said, cutting you off and grinning cheekily. "It's special because you made it and I get to enjoy it with you."

Your shoulders relaxed. "I do make really good pancakes, though. You will not be disappointed."

"Can't wait," she said, leaning back in the chair. "What mix do you use?"

You stared at her as if she'd shot you.

"What?" she asked, observing your reaction.

"A mix!?" you exclaimed. "You think I'd use a mix, Casey?!" You stood with your arms crossed, spatula in hand, glaring at her before walking over and placing a quick kiss on her nose. "I cook from scratch. Only the best for you. Always."

Casey grinned goofily. "See, now I'm feeling special."

You set the table, carefully arranging the butter dish, maple syrup, and whipped cream in the center.

"Thank you," Casey said, rubbing the small of your back as you set her plate in front of her.

You added sugar and cream to your coffee and left Casey's black before taking your own seat.

"Here's your gross black coffee," you said, pushing it toward her.

"I think you mean my delicious and refined black coffee."

"Whatever you say," you shrugged, covering your pancakes in mountains of whipped cream.

Casey stared at you. "That's it?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" you garbled through a mouthful of pancake.

"No syrup!?"

You shook your head. "I don't really like it."

"You're such a weirdo," Casey said, shaking her head and drenching her own stack in syrup. The sounds that came out of Casey's mouth as she ate your pancakes you had only ever heard her make in bed. You grinned from ear to ear.

"God, Y/N," she said, "these are so good. What is in here?" Casey ate ravenously, messily. It was one of your favorite things about her, that she was so unselfconscious. Casey enjoyed food like she enjoyed most things in life–fully and unapologetically.

"All the normal stuff," you said, taking a sip of coffee. "Buttermilk. Never regular milk."

"Do you just have buttermilk at all times?"

"Mostly, yeah."

"Weird," she said and continued eating.

"Oh, and I replace the sugar with malted milk powder."

"What does that do?" she asked, propping a leg up on the edge of her seat. You beamed. She was so cute when didn't give a shit.

"Just gives it a more complex flavor, I guess."

"Well, whatever you're doing, you're doing it right." Casey licked syrup off her fingers, then cocked her ear. "What are we listening to right now?"

"My country playlist," you answered.

She screwed up her nose. "Eew, really?"

You pointed your fork at her. "Hey! There will be no Tanya Tucker slander in this household, got it? If you want pancakes, you get country, too."

"I'd listen to tracks of someone scratching a chalkboard for these pancakes." She ran a finger along the plate to pick up the last dregs of syrup.

"Maybe, uh," you started, running a hand nervously through your hair. "Maybe you could come next week, too? For breakfast?"

Casey's face lit up. "Really? I'm not... in your space too much?" She looked at you with genuine concern, as if she really would leave your space to you if that was something you needed in the relationship.

"No." You shook your head. "I like having you here. Most people take energy away from me, you know? But not you."

Casey looked at you for a moment with so much love, it took you aback.

"I'll be here every Sunday then," she said. She glanced away and stood quickly. "Alright, I've got the dishes." And you knew in that moment that she hadn't meant to show how much she felt for you. You didn't mention it, and you wouldn't until many months later, but you remembered it and tucked it in the back of your mind to go over later, like a love letter.

You moved on for Casey's sake, saying, "Well, you shouldn't just come for breakfast. You might as well stay the night on Saturday, too, for, um..."

"Sex?" she finished, standing at the sink.

"Yeah," you confirmed, blushing. You watched Casey placing dishes in the dishwasher, your heart light to know that you had someone who wanted to have Sunday breakfast with you. And Saturday nights, too! Someone who didn't get tired of you. Almost everyone got tired of you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the clang of the cast iron skillet hitting the sink.

"Woah!" you yelled, jumping to your feet and snatching the skillet out of the sink. "What the hell are you doing!?"

"The dishes?" she said, raising her eyebrows at you.

"You don't wash a cast iron skillet, you dork. Not with soap and water."

"What do you mean you don't wash it? That's unsanitary," Casey argued, folding her arms across her chest. She could tell you were getting ruffled, and she liked you ruffled.

You huffed. "This skillet has been in my family for over a hundred years. A hundred years, Casey! And you almost washed it. Unreal. My grandparents would roll in their graves. Generations of seasoning, gone. Poof!" You could sense Casey grinning at you as you ranted about the skillet, rubbing it clean with coarse salt and a paper towel, then lovingly smoothing in Crisco. "Listen," you finished. "I love you, but don't mess with my kitchen things."

Casey leaned down and pecked you on the lips, continuing with the other dishes. "Yes, chef," she said, pinching your nose and leaving dish soap bubbles behind. You scoffed, but your heart was full. You could get used to Sunday mornings with Casey.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #casey novak one shot #casey novak drabble #casey novak fluff #casey novak smut #law and order svu #svu #casey novak fanfic #neurodivergent #autistic #casey novak x autistic reader #x autistic reader

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poppadom0912 · 1 year

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Anesthesia

Characters: Kelly Severide x Reader, Matt Casey, Crockett Marcel

Warnings: Mentions of surgery.

Summary: It's incredible was anesthesia can do to a person.

A/N: Very much mixed feelings but it's also kinda cute, idk. Really short compared to what I normally do but oh well.

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"Everything ran smoothly, not a single complication. I'm proud to say your stitches are some of my best and with this kind man at your bedside, you'll be back to firefighting in no time." Crockett said with a smile once he checked all your vitals.

You hummed happily, a sleepy smile on your face as you mentally thanked the man, forgetting he couldn't hear your thoughts. "Your a really good surgeon Crockett."

"I try my best." The surgeon laughed, taking your compliment in his stride. "Rest up alright? I'll be back later to check on you."

Wiggling your fingers, you sighed as the surgeon left the room and looked up at your man in interest, only now remembering his existence when you felt his fingers combing through your hair. "Oh! Husband you're here!"

"Always will be." Kelly chuckled, finding it too amusing how loopy you were after your surgery. He'd definitely remember every single second and make sure it came in handy in the future. "How you feeling?"

"Like a billion dollars." You said with a cheesy smile, enjoying the comfort he was bringing you. "I have a question for you though."

"Ask ahead baby." Kelly said, entertaining you.

"I'm not a baby." You scoffed, looking at him disapprovingly. "What happened to our baby though, y'know the reason why my stomach was so fat." You said, poking your completely flat stomach in pure wonder.

"I did give birth right?" You asked, confirming that your fears weren't true. "There was no surgery for taking our baby, they can't cut into my womb, the wombs mine-"

"Y/N, who do you think is sitting in the chair opposite mine." Kelly rose a brow, stopping you mid ramble before you could get yourself riled up for no reason.

Confused, you huffed but listened and turned your head to your left and what do you know, there sitting was none other than your husbands best friend with your six month old playing with his fingers on his lap.

"You have a baby?" You asked, your eyebrows shooting all the way up. "Since when was Sylvie pregnant?!"

Struggling but somehow managing to keep in his laugh, Kelly mocked glared at Matt who snickered. "That's our baby. The baby we made and was just talking about."

"My baby!" You said with the biggest smile. "I missed you baby boy."

Your son sent you a gummy smile, easily recognising your voice. He made random but very cute gurgling sounds mixed in with his giggles which made you smile even more.

"Don't you dare hurt my baby boy Matthew Casey." You said threateningly, glaring at your friend with squinted eyes. "I know where you live, where you work, sleep, and eat."

"We do a lot of those things together Y/N." Matt said, reminding you that you worked in the same firehouse as you and he was also your roommate at the loft.

You hummed nonchalantly, waving him off. "I'll still come for you Matthew."

"Copy that." Matt smiled, eyeing the time on his watch. "I gotta go, shift starts in ten and I need to drop off this little man with your sitter."

"Thanks man." Kelly said, helping gather up your son's nappy bag. "Be good alright? Don't be trouble." Kelly looked at your son seriously, giving him a quick kiss before they left.

"Aw, I miss them already." You pouted, looking at your husband longingly opening your arms wide open. "Come cuddle me please. I miss you too."

"I've always been here Y/N, and I'm not leaving any time soon." Kelly chuckled, sitting on the bed besides your legs. "I've taken time off to nurse you back to full health, remember?"

You hummed, not fully paying attention, simply gazing adoringly at your husbands incredibly handsome face. At the lack of an answer, Kelly laughed, brushing your hair back from your face so he could see your properly.

"Alright, budge up." Kelly gave in, watching you cautiously in case you hurt yourself as you moved.

"Your a firefighter, shouldn't you be able to fit into small spaces?" You asked very seriously but made room for him anyways. You wanted a proper answer but all your got was a small shake of his head and a hearty laugh from your man.

Settling against him, you rested your head against his chest, finding extreme comfort in the steady beats of his heart. His warmth enveloped you the second he gently wrapped his arms around you.

Pressing a kiss into your hair, Kelly listened to you hum contently as you relaxed in his embrace. Even on drugs, you always felt as though you were home with Kelly.

"Love you." You mumbled into his chest, your eyelids fluttering shut, completely wiped out despite barely moving and doing anything.

"Love you too." Kelly replied, watching you doze off and the only thing he could hear was the beeps of the monitors telling him you were alive and your barely audible snores.

#onechicago #one chicago x reader #chicago fire x reader #one chicago fic #chicago fire #kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x y/n #kelly severide fanfiction #oneshot

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amberbeach · 8 months

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'TIGER SPIRITS'

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You leaned against the Red Ranger as he guided your arms, smiling when his breath tickled your cheek, listening as he passed on experience he had gained during battles, closing your eyes when he brought your body closer to his.

"You know, if you want me like this, all you had to do was say so."

Casey broke away, chuckling as he looked over at you, lowering his gaze to the ground. You grinned as you stepped closer, your footsteps silent due to your animal spirit, and he shook his head when he saw a smirk on your lips.

"You're supposed to be focused."

"I am. On you."

Casey held your gaze for a moment, laughter leaving his lips, as he glanced away. A squeal left your lips when he suddenly brought you to his chest, pinning you to the leafy ground. Your chest rose and fell as you stared up at him, the cub that became the master in a matter of months.

"Not focused enough."

You smirked, raising your eyebrows when he leaned down to kiss you, freeing your hands to place them on his jaw, closing your eyes as he deepened the kiss.

Casey remembered he was supposed to be teaching you, but the thought faded quickly as your noses brushed. "God, I've missed you."

"I missed you too." You murmured against his lips.

Casey buried his head in your neck and you ran a hand through his hair, a smile on your lips when he left kisses along your skin. Your tiger spirits had sought out each other while he was still a cub at the Academy, but Master Mao kept you separated, knowing it was the only way you could both advance during your training. Now that you had found each other again, there was no holding back and you savored every second together.

When Casey invited you to join him for training, you should have predicted it would end this way. His mouth captured yours, silencing your thoughts, the woodland drifting away into empty space as you kissed. RJ had mentioned it before to Casey who had brushed it off, claiming you were two good friends in a similar situation - before the Dai Shi threat began.

Tiger spirits were strong and always drew their counterparts, which explained how you and Casey always seemed to reconnect. Everything else faded away as your fingers unbuttoned his jacket. There were no expectations in the woodland, just two people, and two spirits connecting on a higher level, as you lost yourself in his kiss and each caress,

It was rare to have two tiger spirits in one area, and RJ knew it was due to the invisible force that brought them together. And understood why Master Mao kept you and Casey apart. It was because when you were together, your spirits made it appear as if nothing else mattered. And when facing Dai Shi, it was a mistake that could end a life.

But right now, in the sanctuary of the woodland Casey had brought you to, intending to teach you moves he had learned fighting against Dai Shi, that it became true.

The world faded away as you kissed, clothes falling around you as you lost yourselves in the moment. Tiger spirits were strong-willed and passionate, and when they found a pairing, it was for life.

It was always difficult to say goodbye, but you knew that you would only serve as a distraction to Casey's training and you had your own mentor to help you hone your skills, even if your heart resided with Casey Rhodes. It was always difficult to pull away from his kiss, making him promise to survive, so you could meet again, and live the future you had both dreamed of.

While Master Mao believed you were a distraction, RJ believed you reminded Casey what he was fighting for - a future. In the end, he was always certain of one thing. the two tigers would find each other. And it was proven when Casey sought you out after the final battle and you reunited, remaining side by side every since - even decades later.

The tiger spirits were fierce. Especially when they had something to lose. And when Casey left to fight against Dai Shi and his monsters, he knew exactly what he was fighting for - a future where all he saw was you.

#casey rhodes #casey rhodes x reader #casey rhodes imagine #casey rhodes imagines #power rangers jungle fury #power rangers jungle fury imagine #power rangers jungle fury imagines

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the-bi-library · 10 months

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Here are 20 bi/bisexual pink books to celebrate the barbie release!

Books listed 💕The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur 💕Can I Steal You for a Second? by Jodi McAlister 💕This Spells Disaster by Tori Anne Martin 💕A Merry Little Meet Cute by Julie Murphy 💕Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston 💕Season of Love by Helena Greer 💕Flip the Script by Lyla Lee 💕Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert 💕The Poisons We Drink by Bethany Baptiste 💕In the Ring by Sierra Isley 💕Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake by Alexis Hall 💕Abbott by Saladin Ahmed 💕Then Everything Happens at Once by M.E. Girard 💕One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston 💕Forget This Ever Happened by Cassandra Rose Clarke 💕Who I Was with Her by Nita Tyndall Honorable mentions 💕Just Your Local Bisexual Disaster by Andrea Mosqueda 💕Follow Your Arrow by Jessica Verdi 💕So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens 💕The Gallery of Unfinished Girls by Lauren Karcz

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jerzwriter · 5 months

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Stress Reduction

Thank you to Anonymous for this 3-word ask: Tobias, Casey, Labcoat. I have no idea where you wanted me to go with it, but damn, my mind automatically went smutty. lol Not a bad thing because I haven't written smut in a while, and this was a fun little foray back into it. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you!

Book: Open Heart (Book 3 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Words: 1,400 Rating: Explicit Warning: Sexual content - it's not super, super explicit, but it's explicit enough - so, yeah. Warning. lol Summary: It's been a long, difficult day at work, and Casey desperately needs a little break. Tobias doesn't get the message at first, but he quickly comes around. A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 14 - Comfort

He probably would have griped about how late it was if he had any idea of the time. Boston had gone dark around him as he sat in his office, now illuminated solely by his desk lamp, but Tobias had been too busy to notice. If his caseload wasn’t enough, the amount of paperwork insurance companies required just to keep his patients alive... he sat back for the first time in hours, rubbing his eyes with frustration... then quickly returned to his work. After all, he wanted to get home sometime today.

A bit later, a knock on the door startled him, but not enough to take his attention away from what he was doing.

“It’s open,” he yelled, not looking to see who had stepped in.

“Hey,” Casey smiled, leaning on the closed door behind her, a mix of exasperation and exhaustion intermingled on her face. But Tobias’s face brightened the moment he heard her voice. If there was one thing that could pull him away, she was it.

“Hey, yourself,” he smiled, finally looking at the clock. “Jesus, how did it get this late! I’ve been so busy, and I’ve barely seen you today.”

“I know,” she said, collapsing into the chair before his desk. “It’s been insane. They’re short staffed in the ER, so on top of our workload, I’ve been down there half the day.”

“Well, that sucks. But I’d kill to be in the ER. Between that and filling out all these precerts and appeals, I’d take the ER any day.”

“Yeah, at least there’s action there,” she smiled.

“Any chance you’ll be wrapping up soon?”

“Not as soon as I’d like,” she sighed. “I’m waiting on results for a few patients, and I’d like to stay until I have them in hand.”

“Well, you’re free to hang out here with me until they do,” he replied, a tired smile on his lips as he turned back to his computer.

“I’m glad you said that because... I need a favor.”

“Sure... what do you need a consult?” he asked.

“Not exactly...”

“Want me to pick up some of your DT cases so you can return to the ER?”

“No. Not at all. I’ve got that under control.”

“Then, what do you need?” He asked, unaware of the bemused look on Casey’s face as he continued to focus on his laptop. Casey flipped it closed and met his stunned expression with a coquettish grin.

“Dr. Carrick, what’s happened to you? There was a time when saying I needed a favor would have led to all sorts of suggestive innuendo...now... this?”

That earned a genuine smile, and his old swagger returned. Leaning back in his chair, he swiveled slowly from side to side. “Have I mentioned it’s been a long day? This appallingly appropriate behavior thing is completely out of character for me.”

“Well, thank God for that," she laughed.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, what would you like me to do for you?”

“Tension,” she sighed. “I am so tense... and I need... a release.”

“Oh,” he smirked, a far too pleased look on his face. “So... a neck rub? Shoulder rub, perhaps... do you think that would help.”

Casey leaned over the desk, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a seductive gaze. “That... would be a good... start.”

Tobias quickly cornered his desk, and Casey eagerly took his extended hand and rose to her feet. In a motion so smooth, she barely knew it occurred, he spun her around. His chest rested firmly against her back as he brushed her hair to the side; shivers went down her spine as he placed a tender kiss on her freshly exposed skin. Those shivers multiplied when his strong hands began kneading the tense muscles in her shoulders. Surrendering to the bliss his touch provided, Casey melted against him as a low groan escaped her.

“You like that, sweetheart,” he breathed in her ear, tugging her earlobe between his teeth before continuing. “Is this helping at all?”

“It’s... it’s a start,” she gasped, heat rising within her as she felt his hands on her waist.

“Well, if I’m going to provide you with expert care, I’ll need to rid you of this lab coat.”

With that, the coat fell to the floor beside Casey’s feet, at least for a moment, for Tobias spun her around once more, quickly lifting her onto his desk. She hadn’t a moment to reply as his lips consumed hers, his hands deftly unbuttoning her silk blouse. His hands already on her breasts, his thumbs taunting her nipples through the delicate lace of her bra.

“Is this better?”

Words were hard to come by, but Casey wasn't about to let him win this easily. With every nerve in her body pulsating and her mind turning to mush, she pushed through to reply.

“You... you’re getting there,” she said with an alluring gaze that set him aflame.

An animalistic groan rumbled deep in his chest, reverberating against Casey's breasts as he passionately kissed her, one hand entangled in her long, blonde hair, pulling her closer to him, the other rolling her nipple between his fingers as he eeked out her ecstasy. Her head fell back, and his steaming kisses moved to her neck, her chest... his hand had moved lower, lifting her skirt and pushing her underpants to the side. Each one of Casey's whimpers a symphony to his ears as his fingers glide through her soaked folds. He gently bit down on her nipple as he nimbly moved inside her. She lifted her hand to her mouth to cover a scream.

“I’ll take it this is better, then?" He teased, his pride growing by the moment as he took in her trembling body.

Attempting to keep her composure, she lifted her head and looked him in the eye.

“I’ll be better when you’re inside me,” she mewled.

Tobias raised a brow, his thumb circling her clit as his index and middle fingers moved in and out of her with ease.

“What,” he taunted. “This isn’t enough for you?”

Casey was done playing. Grabbing his lab coat's lapels, she pulled him against her, her lips slamming into his with a bruising kiss. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants with ease, she smiled when she felt them drop to his ankles.

Breathlessly pulling away, it was now her turn to tease him. “You know what I want, Dr. Carrick.”

Taking his erect cock in her hand seemed to immobilize him. She gruffly stoked him, base to tip, before moving him against her wet core.

"You still with me?" She smiled mischievously as he looked at her with his familiar smirk.

“This will have to be a quickie."

“I have full faith that we can make that do. Now, Tobias. Now, get to work!"

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, rendering her silent as he slammed inside her.

They both surrendered, moaning with relief as he moved inside her, her hips bucking off the desk to meet his every thrust.

“Did you lock the door,” he half chuckled, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

“Too late now,” she began to laugh, but word escaped her when his hand slipped between them, roughly toying with her swollen clit.

Casey's wails filled the room. "Oh, God, that’s just....”

“That’s just what,” he demanded, doubling his pace; the papers he had worked so diligently on all evening fell to the floor with each violent thrust.

“It’s just...” she puffed, "It’s just...”

“Just?”

If Tobias wanted an answer, he'd have to settle for her body's reply because her words were completely lost. Her back arched off the desk, greedily pushing against him to maximize her pleasure. Eyes screwed shut, the room seemed awash in an amber glow as she bit into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming.

Every muscle in Tobias's body tensed as beads of sweat dripped off him. The feel of her teeth biting his flesh and her body clenching tight around his throbbing cock put him over the edge. A loud curse escaped him as he exploded inside her, his body thrashing as he found his release.

His weight was heavy on top of her as he tried to catch his breath, and she lovingly stroked the back of his head, placing small kisses on his neck. She felt him smile against her when she began to giggle.

“What are you giggling about?"

“I'm just thinking I’ll have to leave you a five-star review, doctor.�� Your stress reduction techniques are unparalleled. Of course, they seem to have helped you as much as they have me, but that's beside the point.”

Tobias rose to his elbows, a playful grin on his lips.

“I’m happy to practice this technique anytime you need me, darling."

"If I had you do that, we'd never get any work done."

After a quick kiss, they helped each other get dressed... rumpled lab coats and all.

“Now go get those lab results, and let’s get the hell home," he ordered. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

"Oh, yes, you are," she smiled, garnering a bewildered stare.

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded. "When we get home, I'm going to use my special stress reduction techniques on you."

Tobias nodded with delight. "Then go get those labs because I can't wait to let you begin."

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

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#tobias carrick #tobias x casey #tobias carrick x mc #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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ghost-kitty-cat · 6 months

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Honey! Where's my Headcanons? Honey where is my Headcanons! (I pray that people get that reference...)

First Headcanon, (slightly also a Lauren Headcanon... but..) I like to imagine Lauren and Honey were friends in high school (I also imagine Lauren was friends with Casey in high school but Honey & Casey didn't actually meet until further down the line...)

Second Headcanon, Honey is a very patient person which is why they didn't mind taking things a bit slow with Casey.... (they also are quite calm but um... you'll see why in a bit...)

Third Headcanon, I don't know why but I imagine Honey's family was rich but not extremely rich... like rich enough that Honey's parents could afford them dance lessons specifically ballet (which is why they know how to dance...)

Fourth Headcanon, (this is connected to the last Headcanon.... but..) Honey's family was the kind of people who kinda let the money go to their heads and they kinda becames snobs (except for honey) and also Honey's family didn't have the best control of their tempers sooo there was quite a lot of yelling mostly directed at Honey (didn't help that back then Honey was almost as anxious and nervous as Casey so they ended up kinda locking away certain emotions even after moving out and that's why they're so calm.... jeez that got depressing....)

Fifth Headcanon, (this is a more light hearted one.. i promise...) Because of Casey (and Because Lauren practically begged Honey to) Honey's home now has a bunch of plants (I imagine Honey has a actual home while Casey & Lauren shared a apartment which means Honey has more space and Lauren asked Honey to take some of Casey's plants since the apartment is practically overflowing with them...)

Sixth Headcanon, I don't know why but I imagine Honey really likes cinnamon (also pumpkin pie too....actually scratch that, they like all the sweets and they have a massive sweet tooth.....maybe in the future when Sweets possibly opens up their dream bakery, Honey can be one of their first customers....I think Honey & Sweets would get along...)

Seventh Headcanon, (I don't think Honey's job has been mentioned (yet) sooo...) I like to imagine Honey works as a author... they aren't super well known (yet) but they have written quite a bit... (now I'm just thinking that Ellis, Gem & Honey would possibly get along... maybe a few of Honey's books have ended up in Ellis's bookstore....)

Eighth Headcanon, (I don't know why... but..) I like to imagine Honey has a ginger cat (who I have dubbed "Cheese/Cheese Puff" and he is very fluffy and poofy.... also round like a cheese puff...)

Ninth Headcanon, (slightly inspired by one of my Casey's Headcanons... but..) I like to imagine Honey has tried to come up with their nickname for Casey but 1. They aren't very good at nicknames and 2. When they try to use nicknames like love,baby, babe and etc.. it causes Casey to get very flustered (I believe that's the word...) so Honey doesn't really have a nickname for Casey though they occasionally call him something flower related like Rose or Petal...

Tenth Headcanon, (totally not based off my own opinions... but..) I like to imagine Honey really likes the movie "Howl's Moving Castle" (plus other movies made by Studio Ghibli... I believe I spelled that right...)

Bonus Headcanon, (a bit of a future headcanon techically... but..) When Honey eventually opens up a bit more and lets loose more of the emotions they have locked away, I totally see them becoming more anxious and nervous... and as a way to fidget/stim Honey will either write or paint... (I imagine they even gave Casey a painting once though it was a small painting...)

#reverie audios #Honey #Slight Casey #Tiny bit of Lauren #I love that I got to make a reference using Honey's name #Also the mental image of a apartment overflowing with plants is hilarious XD

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cutest-bunny-writings · 1 year

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Pull On My Heart Strings

Genre: angst, fluff, ✨ cliche romance(ish) ✨

Rating: 13+

Warning: social anxiety, self-doubt, getting disowned, much romantic cliches about falling in laps, crying, pepper spray is mentioned, a disappointing phone call,

Note: I don't remember writing a lot of this because I was loaded on meds for a severe lung infection.😅

Summary: You've been waiting to see this show for so long. To see award winning harpist Min Yoongi perform live, in a front row seat! What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 2k+ (I think?)

Pairing: harpist!Yoongi X (f.)reader

You dance around in your room as you get ready for tonight, humming the melody of your favorite song by your favorite musician. Award-winning harpist Min Yoongi. And tonight's the night you finally get to see a live solo concert of him. With front row seating!

You squeal to yourself just thinking about it, having to take makeup brush away from your eye when a delighted shiver follows.

Your best friend, Beau, is coming with you since you don't do to great by yourself in crowded areas. Let alone such a crowded place like La Plaza de Amor, a typically busy place that's bound to be busier tonight than ever.

Your phone rings, making your vanity shake with vigor on its uneven legs. It's a call from Beau and you're pretty sure you know what this is about but it's not their fault.

"Hello, Beau?" You question while trying to maneuver your heels onto your feet without dropping your phone, a skill you unfortunately didn't inherit from your mother.

"Hi, Y/N. I'm sorry but I can't go with you tonight. I'm on baby duty because Casey got called in to do emergency surgery. I think you'll be okay by yourself, but remember to take your pepper spray!" They sound so cheery but you know they're exhausted.

"I will!" You smile despite the sadness that sits in your heart. You knew that Beau was also looking forward to this as a break from parenting. And you know Casey's a surgeon but sticking your partner with no alone time and refusing to pay for a babysitter is ridiculous, borderline insane.

You stumble through your house as you try to get used to your fancy shoes, typically used to flats and athletic shoes. You do accidentally bump your hip into the kitchen counter, being more concerned about potentially having ripped your dress than with the expected deep purple bruise that is sure to develop within the next few hours.

Upon arriving at the Plaza, you suddenly felt bother over-dressed and under-dressed. Some of the attendants are dresses to let you know that they have the money to make this look like everyone else shops at crappy thrift stores. Others are dressed in modest fashions that hide "scandalous" parts of the body, taking care to not draw attention away from the lavish architecture and color of the Plaza, dressing in three colors or less.

You're starting to think that you look like a peasant compared to these people. Your dress is thrifted. Ankle length with long sleeves that end at the wrist and a cowl neckline. It's a soft midnight black silk and your shoes (also thrifted) are pure black leather with a three inch heel.

The excited energy begins to fill you once again as you start to listen to the other excited harp enthusiasts discuss, wondering what tonight's playlist shall be. Perhaps original songs or covers of songs? You bet he's going to play originals, those seem to be his favorite to perform. You love seeing him get lost in his own melodic creations.

You know the majority of Yoongi's career history as a harpist. He originally started with an orchestra but quickly rose to fame by performing solos with concerts that got his name in the headlines of every muscial journal that was still up and running.

Everyone could tell from the very start that Yoongi was meant to do great things in his musical career, but the same faith didn't exist in other aspects of his life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please find your seats within the next thirty minutes while we prepare for the concert, that would be wonderful." A voice speaks through the cleverly hidden speakers in the Plaza.

You find your seat in the front, at the perfect angle to see that beauty that is Yoongi's face. And now he has shoulder-length hair to make him look even prettier during his majestic performances.

God, you really just want to play with his hair and hands.

Okay, stop. You're here to appreciate his musical talents, not thirst over his physical features. Well...maybe both. But mostly here for the music.

You excitedly settle into your seat once you find it, ironically surrounded by very beautiful men and women. You're starting to feel like a peasant again.

"You're staring." The guy next to you speaks.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" You didn't even realize that you were staring at him. He looks like one of the men from the pictures of Yoongi and his friends.

"It's okay. I know I'm world wide handsome."

Yup, that's the only one older than Yoongi. His hyung, Kim Seokjin also known as World Wide Handsome.

So that must mean they were given front row seats by Yoongi, which you completely expected because they're his close friends.

You didn't expect a crowd of refined rich people to go nuts over a man just walking on stage. But you can see why.

Yoongi in a cloud gray three-piece of suit with a flower crown made up of sprigs of baby's breath. He's not wearing the blazer like a blazer either, it's draped over his shoulders and head in place by a sweater guard.

"Hello, and thank you for coming to my concert." He bows to the audience before going go sit on his bench behind his harp.

The fact that this man has full confidence in himself and his musical capabilities to immediately close his eyes.

The first strike of the strings gives away exactly what the song is, one that makes your eyes water with heartache for something, but you don't know what that something is.

You're kind of embarrassed when the song is over and you come to the realization that you've been crying, but only after the man next to you offers a tissue.

"Thank you." You carefully accept the tissue, taking care to not touch the man's hand.

"You're welcome."

The second song begins and Yoongi's eyes are still closed.

It's almost unbelievable when the concert comes to an end. The warm glow of the lights fade out and you hear the sounds of dress shoes walking across the stage.

When the lights come back on, Yoongi is gone and so are his friends.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you are interested, there will be a meet and greet in a few minutes."

As much as you love that idea, you really need to go to the bathroom and you don't know where the bathroom is so this might take a little bit.

Hallway after hallway and they're all starting to blur together.

Voices draw you towards what you think is the hallway with the bathrooms, which would be correct!

You finally get a chance to relieve yourself and thank God these toilets have that new quiet flush feature.

While you're washing your hands, you hear a conversation through the wall and some very distinct crying noises. Being the naturally nosy person you are, you feel the need to investigate, but you also want to console whoever is sobbing like that.

You're very surprised when it leads you to Yoongi's dressing room.

You have to carefully consider your next move. To know or to not knock. You decide on knocking.

The room goes quiet on the inside before someone opens the door. It's the man from earlier.

"Oh, it's you."

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I heard somebody's crying and got concerned along with curious. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was okay." You wrong your hands together and look at the floor.

He closes the door so you start to walk away, only getting about five feet before the door opens again and you're told to come in.

You carefully take off your shoes when you come into the room and place them next to the others, the men's dress shoes. This makes you significantly shorter and suddenly you feel more intimidated than before.

You make your way to the only open spot there is in the room, the vanity bench. It's surprisingly soft and cushiony.

Yoongi watches your every move through red and puffy eyes.

You make eye contact and he sniffles which breaks the silence.

"Do you want us to leave you two alone?" The tallest one asks.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fine." Yoongi wipes his eyes with his shirt sleeve and sniffles again.

The other six men exit, leaving you alone with your musical idol.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I know." He runs his hands through his hair when he leans forward. "I also know that you cried during the performance." He smiles to himself.

You blush and look down at the floor again.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. That means you actually care about the music. And Seokjin told me what happened." He leans back and pushes his hair back, relaxing and letting his eyes shut. "You're welcome to come sit on the couch if that bench is too uncomfortable." He pops an eye open to look at your face redden again.

You hesitantly rise from the bench and try to walk as carefully as possible over to the couch, unfortunately tripping on a loose water bottle.

You're caught by Yoongi's hands which feel much larger on your waist than you initially thought they would be.

The fall and the catch land you in Yoongi's lap and you panic.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" You try to escape but his hands hold you firmly in his lap.

Your face burns and you stare at the buttons on Yoongi's shirt instead of hands on his shoulders, making sure your entire weight isn't on him.

"You can let go. I'm probably too heavy anyway."

"But what if I don't want to let go? This is quite nice."

Yoongi didn't think you could get anymore red than you already were but you looked redder than a tomato and that caused a laugh to escape him.

"Do you still want to know why I was crying?" He pushes a strand of hair out of your face so you'll look at him.

"Yes, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I'll tell you because I want to. You don't seem like a sasaeng."

You can feel his hand moving on your back and you try your hardest not to budge.

"I got a phone call from my parents."

Everyone knows that Yoongi's relationship with his parents has been rocky since his teens when he first expressed no interest in becoming a doctor, surgeon, lawyer or politician.

"They've officially disowned me. And even thofuut I'm a grown man, that still hurts." He eyes start to water again and his voice cracks. "My name is being removed from all inheritances and assets."

You shift in your spot on Yoongi's lap and reach for his face. Carefully brushing the tears away. "It'll be okay. Do you have somewhere to live?"

"Yeah, I found a place to keep a low profile and avoid the paparazzi for the time being." His hands come up to hold your cheeks and a soft smile graces his lips. "Thanks for caring."

"I don't think I have much else to care about." You laugh.

"Oh, pretty girl has jokes, I see!"

You blush again and lightly smack Yoongi's chest.

"You know what, here." He reaches for a piece of paper of the side table and scribbles an address. "Come visit me when you can. I'll be home most of the time."

You take the piece of paper and stash it in your purse. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Sorry to tell you this right when we're relaxing, but the meet and greet is in like three minutes."

"Damn." You sadly laugh. "I guess I'll see you next time I'm free."

"I hope so."

You climb off Yoongi's lap and he ushers you out the door after checking that that coast is clear.

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

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I hope you enjoyed and I love you, my fluffies!🥰

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Here’s a big old infodump on Mari Matilla an AW 2 oc who's little plot and background I kept on adding to for the last month or so till it spiralled into a fully fleshed character-

I briefly mentioned Samy and Mari’s dynamic in this post so this is more focused on Mari as the remaining Matilla sister.

Warning its a long post I've tried to section out but I thought i better post it now or i never will so oops here we go ALSO spoilers for the entirety of AW2 just to cover my bases

Tldr basic info-

Name: Mari Matilla

Nickname/mean rumour name: ‘Mary Shell-y'

(Anglicised her name to Mary if people mispronounce it enough)

Close Relatives:

[Deceased] twin Sister Sam Matilla.

Estranged Mother Francesca Matilla. [Alive]

Stepfather Micheal Matilla. [Annoyingly Alive]

Name: Samy matilla

Nickname: ‘samwich’ a highschool nickname that Samy tried to spread herself that Mari will not let her live down.

Close Relatives: (same as above but was secretly still in contact with their mother Fran)

Died : 2022 spring swimming in cauldron lake.

The duo moved to bright falls in Spring 2019.

Works at the summer general store before the lake is closed off to the public.

Samy Drowns and she moves into the general store basement in 2022. (Year before the nightingale murder and the events of AW2).

Additional oc Outside the Matilla family:-

Name: Satu Barkley

Nickname: Sparky

Works for Biltmore’s Logging camps, mostly delivers the logs but won't skip the opportunity to do some log splitting. Her Hobbies vary from wood carving to hiking and darts. She met and ended up dating Mari after getting set up on a blind date with her via their shared friend Rose Marigold.

Family:-

Recently Mari Lost their twin sister Samy Matilla violently to ‘the cult of the tree’.

Her ‘murder’ happened a year before Saga and Casey arrived to investigate Nightingales murder.

This death in the family leaves her alone in Watery with only the company of their senior dog Charlie, a greying jack Russel with a laziness problem.

Mari makes do with the little family she has left (literally little Charlie is tiny even for his breed she jokes he's shrunk as he's got older)- not having many relatives nearby as a support system considering she ran to bright falls after cutting contact with everyone but her sister in 2019.

Before her Grimm passing the twins had very little other family than distant (both physically and emotionally) aunts and uncles as well as having a mother and stepfather they'd cut contact with for good reason.

The ’murder‘

The grizzly ritualistic murder of Miss Matilla and Mari’s trauma from discovering the gruesome aftermath (only being drawn outside by Charlie howling at the cultists outside) has led to her becoming an elective Mute when encountering about 90% of the town.

Because of the cult's anonymity Mari lacks any kind of mutual trust in the majority of the town growing paranoid that anyone could be a cult member after her too to finish off the whole family.

This paranoia in turn led the non cult members of the town to be suspicious of her being that she somehow didn't hear the murder happening right outside her home at the time (staying for the summer in the general store by the lake).

All they'd heard was that her sister had been murdered right on her doorstep and she'd just slept through the ordeal only waking when it was too late.

The truth being that Mari had been up the last two nights looking for her sister who'd set out to go swimming in the lake despite her protests that those waters were not safe.

See She'd been too swept up on scouring every inch of the woods after finding Sam's bag, shoes and phone sat on the edge of the lake just abandoned that she hadn't called her in missing in town (not daring to leave the woods) . And even after spending the full day searching she didn't trust the police to come looking for her either.

This lack of sleep from searching day and night meant she had passed out on day 3 and slept through the cults ‘murder’ ritual never knowing that her sister was long dead before the cult began attempting to carved her heart out (Samy having been drawn into and drowning in the lake while trying to disprove her sisters worries about her. Samy following a ‘figure’ into the waves).

The town also was not aware that at that time the three of them (Samy, Mari and Charlie) slept in the basement of the old general store, meaning even if Mari had been awake she wouldn't have heard a thing anyways. (This doesn't stop her blaming herself though).

They also didn't know that Mari had stirred that night at the sound of the howling and barking making it out of the general store door rifle in hand a moment too late only seeing deer masked figures fleeing into the woods and the telltale pattern of her sister's dress covering a bloodied and water trodden body splayed out on the picnic bench. She'd rush out not realising she was screaming already and try to shake her sister awake to no avail.

Seeing a body

something there ,

not her sister

not anymore.

The sun would rise by the time she called into the sheriff's office. Hand still wrapped around her sisters, hair wiped off her bloodied face with loving care and blanket pulled over her so she wouldn't get cold.

They'd come within the hour and cordon off the area.

She'd only let go of her sister’s now Ice cold hand when another would grab hers leading her off to the car park in silence.

Mari had been taken to the police station to fill out all the reports and witness forms not really saying a word just in shock. They'd ask if anyone could come collect her and when they received a shake no offer a lift back up to the store to get her things.

Later on she'd be silent still as she begrudgingly brewed coffees for the sheriff and deputies up at the general store while they took the body and photographed the crime scene.

They'd comment on how the heart had been half carved out sliced open shoddily but not removed properly like the other victims and that the noise of the dog howling and the lights of the store turning on must have put off the ‘killers’ assuming someone nearby was watching them (at least that's their running theory).

Aftermath-

Mari gets very intense surrounding the investigation into Samy’s death. She finds out from her autopsy some key facts that don't add up -

Samy's lungs were filled with lake water - logically yes she drowned in the lake so how did she walk up back to the general store where she got murdered.

Her mottled skin and appearance applies more to a body that's been in the water for weeks not mere days at most.

The cult still seemed to have tied down Samy’s body but the marks on the body would coincide with her being alive at the time of the ‘murder’ and pulling against said restraints.

In Mari’s mind she can only comprehend two ideas-

Either one : Samy almost drowned in the lake barely surviving and after being lost in the woods for two days finally struggled back home to the general store getting picked off like a wounded animal .

Or worse, the cult tortured her by waterboarding her in the lake only to grow ‘ bored ’and kill her up by the general store as a threat.

In either of these options one thing remains - guilt Mari feels such a deep gnawing guilt at not running after her sister after Their fight at not checking up on her sooner knowing the lake had a history of drownings.

It had to be her fault , hers and the cults.

The police (well really just the Sheriff since he's the only one who can relate to Mary having hallucinations having his own about shapes in the night) considered making a recommendation to go to the cauldron lake clinic after some pretty horrendous ptsd episodes and bouts of insomnia began occurring more frequently to Mari leading up to deer fest.

These recommendations definitely did not arise because she accidentally punched a newbie cop in the face who mistakenly jumped out at her from a dark corner with a deer fest mask on while trying to prank their coworker).

These episodes are all being triggered by the surrounding deer imagery of all things. Why'd the cult have to pick the town's mascot of all things, why not a wolf or something scary?.

Mari denies the help initially. Partially on lack of trust and partially because in her own words-

‘Im not fucking crazy Breaker alright! I just get spooked by y’all running up on me all the time with this stupid deer fest shit it's every day and it's it's everywhere in town already the festival’s not for another month and a half alright! Why? why are they rushing?’

It takes one pretty rough breakdown and waking up in an open holding cell on a Sunday morning with no recollection of the *last ten hours for her to finally realise yeah getting help might be the best thing for her sanity and safety right now. That or moving out of town forever and that's not an option in her mind.

*Those missing ten hours consisting of her actually getting the courage to shoot at a cult member missing by an inch, fleeing badly on foot , getting caught , kicking screaming and exchanging punches, just to then in a fit of rage screaming at them to go ahead kill her like her sister only to get *bonk* knocked out cause a taken was approaching and they didn't have time to explain to her what actually happened with her sister. A cult member dropping her off at the station steps as a ‘drunk and disorderly’, their fellow cult members in the police station getting her inside and checked over.

Satu the lumberjack picks her up from the station in the morning with coffee , an ice pack for that possibly broken nose and therapy enrollment forms alike in hand.

These outbursts lead to her becoming even more of a social pariah, seemingly an outsider against small town customs .

But In Spite of said episodes she still aims to be polite when she does choose to speak to the townsfolk.

She always pays promptly and tips well in the dinner;

she'll smile back at the townsfolk as she walks by when taking Charlie to the town park to chase pigeons.

When she stocks up She nods along with cashiers gossip trying to remember who's who and waits while they give Charlie all the fuss his old little face can handle. (Which is surprisingly a lot , he loves all the attention).

Most of all when she heads back to the woods she's never late for work.

Not that she could be late considering she works alone as pest control and wildlife management in the acres surrounding the lake.

She only visits town to stock up on supplies every month or so and since Rose in the Dinner is about the only person she’ll hold a full length conversation with in town , her social skills have been lacking as of late. (Not that she has great ones to begin with)

She thinks Rose is ‘weird’ (heavy quotes weird) like she is , changed by all the weirdness in this town.

She’d never admit it but she feels Like something is following rose around too, a darkness that dims the usual sparkle in her eyes sometimes or a daydream on the air she gets lost in.

Not that she'd admit to spending way too much time staring into Roses' silvery eyes though.

But she knows Mr Wake writer extraordinaire is Rose’s ~ one true love~ and she's only a pinch jealous . Though she does love to hear her excited reviews and ratings of - ’the best Casey novel in her opinion , or are we talking about most engaging ?or ooh! the one that the critics like the most? cause that's a controversial pick in my opinion~’.

(Oh and Mari totally didn't get accidently spoiled by Rose about Casey dying in the last book when she’d just decided to start reading them.)

After her sort of one way crush faded a bit and Rose and her became more besties , Rose tried and succeeded to set her up on a blind date with a local lumber worker who Mari had met in the past delivering logs up to the general store - Satu Barkley.

A broad shouldered gentle giant of a lady who Mari sees as way out of her league but who seems to be pine-ing (pun fully intended) just as much as her.

They bond over a shared love of woodwork with Satu carving a little wooden raven to go on Samy's grave and a little wooden wolf for Mari to wear as a necklace Mari immediately swooning.

Satu becoming the second person she feels safe enough around to talk to freely when she comes to visit the lake and deliver logs.

Work-

Work has been weird too lately.

She used to work in the bustling old general store with their sister before the whole park got shut down.

It was a dream I mean sure the summer rush was always hard to stay on top of but the work kept her mind occupied and sharp , it was a challenge and made the quiet evenings afterwards so much more rewarding.

Worth the struggle just to get to see the sunsets and hear the full array of seasonal birdsong , the cool breeze through the woods slightly chilling the skin.

Her sister always the overachiever would spend the summertime working by Maris side part time shopkeep but full time most days ‘idiot supervisor’ (her own words) or rather doctor and emergency first aider. (Spending the rest of the year working in the wellness centre)

Having worked in emergency medicine in a Vancouver hospital before moving to Bright falls to live with her ‘runaway’ sister, Samy knows her way around your miscellaneous woodland injuries handling the splinters to sprained ankles and the more grizzly injuries too with equal measures of care.

Those summer days in the store by her side the lake and the woods felt even

brighter,

warmer,

kinder than usual.

The woods used to be alive with a beating heart of campers and birdwatchers, the odd ‘guided adventure tour’ by the Koskela Brothers too travelling down the trails like veins through the woods.

Now they're just too quiet.

The only harsh sound being the consistent clanging and buzz of the monitoring station in the hill a crude noise cutting through the bird song in the morning

Moving on-wards-

When the general store got shut down the two of them had moved back into an old cabin their aunt owned that they'd inherited after she passed in 2019 , (this inheritance prompted Mari cutting contact and moving).

The cabins Situated just outside the town's borders up in Watery, but the two secretly keep the keys to visit the general store every summer and fish the lake.

Mari couldn’t bear going back to the cabin without her sister ; all her clothes laid out for work tomorrow , all the sticky notes reminders the plants in the window unwatered. That whole cabin just felt like an open unhealed wound .A living tomb dedicated to a woman who'd never step foot in it again.

She'd slept in her truck that night and sold the place to whoever would move in the quickest, this person ironically being Satu who was a little shocked to see Mari just up and leaving.

After she'd gathered all her sister's and her stuff on the back of the pickup truck she'd left for the woods.

And Once she'd found the old store keys and some solid padlocks she'd set out to bunker down in the basement of the abandoned general store. It was the warmest down there and had been least hit by the elements being some old bunker design from way back when the caldera in the lake was more of an active threat.

(Listen please okay , I sleep deprived Luc editing this backstory right now knows that there isn't a basement but I forgot that the first cult encounter happens in the general store and it's inferred they chill out in there too so we're shifting from the og idea of living in the general store to a second location , for story purposes she's hiding out in the fictional basement keeping Charlie entertained with a bunch of tennis balls and chew toys while the cults lurking above like a fox beneath the hunters, she's covered the hatch to the basement with moss and scrap wood it's all good alright… at least for now).

The store itself is broken down in patches, it's overgrown in others and the patches between those two variables aren't looking too good either.

But It's familiar , it's safe enough

If only it wasn't close to where it happened.

She keeps envisioning that day over and over , rushing out to Charlie's howling , seeing shadows scatter into every corner of the woods.

Seeing her.

Trying to perform CPR on someone , something long gone, a bloodied chest and empty eyes. Just a shadow of the bright bubbly sister she'd angrily yelled goodbye to a few days prior.

The blood on her hands grew as cold as the one she clasped.

It's always the same nightmare , the same moment until eventually it's just silent rest .

Maybe she hopes deep down by staying in that dingy building by letting it rot around her bit by bit.

By being in that right place at all times she can stop the cult using the woods for their murders and make them slip up somehow.

That she can be there when she wasn't before awake and watching.

It was a stupid and under-thought out plan but it's all she can think about now , the what ifs that might have saved her sister , that could save another soul eat her alive in the silence like rust through iron slow moving but persistent till the end.

She spends weeks out at night tracking , documenting and trying to hype herself up to take a shot at these cult members. Trying to detach herself from reality by hyping herself up going ‘deer hunting’ never quite having the bravery to pull the trigger once and for all. Hell when she finds an old Halloween mask- a wolf while clearing out boxes for memories she dons that imitating the very cult she's trying to catch out.

Her days, unlike her nights, are monotonously spent culling ‘ diseased ‘ wildlife for the weird company she's found herself working under. They say their pest control and testing wildlife so they can provide treatment and preserve the species in the woods. She doesn't ask questions , the pay is a little too good to be true but it's paid on time and she doesn't have to worry about being late.

This constant prowling of the woods A dedication to surrounding the lake is why she kicks herself when she returns from a monthly supply run to find the area cordoned off with a dead FBI agent there splayed out contorted just like her sister was.

Nicknames-

After a few days of near encounters with the cult she hangs tripwires at the front doors attached to chimes she makes from razor clamshells taken from the lake, the one on the front door additionally bearing the old door's entrance bell in its centre for extra volume.

Gossip, well more a cruel mythos started spreading of a ‘Mari shell-y’ a week after the Chimes went up.

The story goes that when two rangers came to check on the abandoned store after seeing smoke in the forest that they reached for the doors and were ambushed by tripwires of shells wrapping tightly around their arms, the chimes breaking in the process.

That ‘Mari the shell lady , the weirdo in the woods who lost their voice in the lake, had finally gone looney and is collecting shells to fight off the “witch's powers”’.

She persuaded the rangers that she was just lighting a fire to mask her scent, and that she was on the job- tracking some weird wolves in the woods with rabies , emphasising how rabid and uncontrollable these wolves were to the rangers, this task putting them at enough unease to leave promptly with a ‘-good luck with that’.

Interaction/encounter wise within AW2

(Disclaimer I wrote the majority of this stuff while watching a play through of aw2 and was only on the first few chapters of the game so there's some bits that are out of sync with the main plot)

Overarching plotline of Mari like most Bright Falls inhabitants is just a ‘so bad very bad day worst day of their life’ plot. She doesn't influence the progression of the main story and is more just another victim of the horror genre narrative demanding sacrifices barely surviving it's attacks on her ‘Until Dawn style’ (Emily from until dawn my beloved inspiration).

So Mari’s arc Aka ‘Mari will not die in spite of the world trying it's best to axe her’ (wink wink) begins with a nice calm start in the oh deer diner:

After Rose gives her ‘remember me? , weird your back cause…’ speech to Saga and she's gone through both conversation roots, Mari can lightheartedly bantering with Rose at the counter of the oh deer dinner about how-

M- ‘the animals in the park, well around the whole lake are acting weirder than usual lately like really off putting, more aggressive, almost rabid, think it's just the changing of the seasons getting to them?’

R- ‘must be that volcanic ash in the air their studying down there, you should mask up breathing all that dust in all day and night oh and get a little doggy sized mask for Charlie to wear you'd match’

M- ‘we would (she grins) , you worry about me too much though Rose’

R-‘well someone's got to , I mean just look at you’

M-‘hey!, I'll have you know this is my best shirt I ironed it and everything’

R- ‘oh really? So that's why you wear it every time you're in town hmm? S’got to be the fourth time I've seen it this year’

M- ‘you try living in the woods with a senior dog who's always needing carrying I'm sure all your clothes would be finely pressed and smell like daisies’

R- ‘daisies and roses. well, at least I know what to get you for your birthday’

M-’ a new shirt?’

R- ‘shush you'll ruin the surprise’

Mari doesn't really speak to Saga in the dinner but will nod when noticing her and smile genuinely (if a little anxiously) at her if approached before turning back to the counter and the paper sat on it before her. Giving Charlie scritches behind his old scruffy ears, who sits next to her on a pulled across diner chair.

General Store Basement introduction-

Saga and Casey can encounter and interact fully with Mari in a night-time/late evening cycle of exploring around cauldron lake anytime after the first overlap events/ first encounter with the cult occurs.

When returning to the murder site A trail of fresh blood not washed away by the rain can be found and observed leading from bushes nearby to the general store.

Meeting Shelley for the first time she'll be hunkered down in the deepest corner of the general store basement

To get in you'll need A key for the front door that can be found using the flashlight as its hiding spot on a small metal tin is marked by fluorescent paint.

Several shell tripwires can be inspected and disarmed outside the doors and windows, some of the windows are hammered shut shoddily with long nails sticking out of the frames.

Unlocking the front door and delving into the general store again , several objects are disrupted

- a table is shattered, legs strewn apart , several frames off the walls smashed on the ground and a cult mask sits on the floor brandishing some dog sized chew marks.

-Following the trail of blood leads further into the store and to the attached laundromat room where one washing machine has been pushed out of place revealing a hatch concealed below it.

Below the general store in its basement Mari is found on her last tether.

Being guarded by a quietly growling charlie (you know that sort of old dog rumbly growl they have?) And with A shotgun raised shakily she crouches in the farthest corner of the store wide eyed at the intrusion and visibly bleeding. Having been shot in the shoulder , rough gauze is wrapped haphazardly around the wounded area but She looks palpably pale and clammy.

The shotgun is leaning awkwardly against her stiff bracing shoulder twitching much to her dismay and Charlie the jack Russel sits tucked onto her lap.

Saga can de-escalate the situation by showing Mari her badge and introducing herself and Casey, commenting on recognising her from the dinner in town earlier and asking about her dog.

‘She's Charlie , She's harmless, really more talk than bite. Not that she could bite with her old teeth, give her one of these biscuits off the counter and she'll be your best friend’

A dog biscuit can be retrieved and given to Charlie who softens up at the approach.(And yes you can pet the dog)

When Mari finally calms down she'll crumble a little bit from the stress and alot-a bit from the general blood loss.

Saga can then ask her name and ask about the gunshot wound :

Asking about the name triggers her to recognise the last name Matilla as one of the previous victims of the cult commenting on the incident occurring around a year and a month ago and how the victim looked identical to her minus the haircut.

Mari winces at the comparison, combing a hand through her hair she clarifies Samy was, is , her twins sister and almost spitefully asks why they've turned up now of all times to look into the murders,she calms though saying it's atleast better late than never.

Asking about the bullet wound prompts Mari to comment on it not being as bad as it looks,

‘I was just bunkering down for the night getting Charlie her dinner when I got ambushed by this smokey figure? Like not smoking burning like an enveloping aura of sooty air must be the fucking volcanic ash shit from the lake’ , she quietly adds “I haven't been drinking I swear.’ when Casey's eyes fall on the array of cans on the table.

‘The shot though that went clean through and it's missed the brachial plexus see’ ,

holding up her hand she clenches and unclenches her fingers a few times it's weird though there's two of her fingers on this held up hand missing old wounds scarred over.

‘It all still works just hurts like a bitch , missed the subclavian artery too, still made a mess of my good shirt though and Im supposed to wear this to date night tonight :( ’. Mari is scarily calm for someone who's been shot.

Casey comments on the formal medical knowledge Mari seems to possess but rather lacking medical application of the gauze on her shoulder.

She divulges that her sister used to pop quiz her on the parts of the body, the challenge growing along with her growing up from bones to muscle systems to arteries and where they are a great way to pass time on long summer days.

All great fun at the time but in hindsight it would have been better in this case to have been taught how to bandage said body parts.

Casey has some medical training from a previous operational medicine program he gestures for her to approach so he can adjust the gauze and the two agree to answer some questions in exchange for them just double checking that shoulder wound and rewrapping it (concerned by how pale Mari looks).

While Casey's sorting out that shoulder wound Saga can explore this corner of the basement further around where Mari has crumpled down She has several frankensteined together sketches of the cultists faces from memory watching the cultists hiding in the different areas around the lake, noting down details when they'd lift masks to take sips of beers or drunkenly letting them slip off entirely.

Yellow and pink post it notes , receipt paper ripped from the cash register , and lined stationary paper are stuck haphazardly to a corkboard against the wall with whatever Is available .

(Casey's pretty sure there's a few empty pens stabbed into the cork in more than one spot.)

While Saga is looking around Casey can ask about Mari’s hand if it's a ‘New wound? , looks old from the scarring, that from a cult attack too? ‘

She clarifies no an old wound from when she was a kid , an accident with an unsafe bear trap, not that there is a safe bear trap for a child to be left around and supervised by a ‘distracted’ stepfather on a hunting trip.

She changed the subject pretty quickly and apologises for the shell alarms out front. Commenting on the rumours and nicknames around her,

Casey in turn comments on the choice of names saying it's cruel when a nickname sticks , mari sympathises making a guess that having the same name as a fictional character must come with a lot of jokes and jabs.

Casey asks how she can be staying in the general store and not have heard the murder happening right outside.

Saga, equally confused, clarifies their here because of an FBI agent being murdered on the picnic table outside.

Mari stumbles back up to her feet and with some assistance closes the hatch door , the room immediately falling deathly silent of the sounds of the outdoors now locked away.

Didn't hear a thing. I'm afraid it's an old bunker design sturdy as anything but soundproof too.

Mari promises to head into town to get the shoulder looked at and as Saga and Casey head out to explore the cauldron Lake area she can be heard calling up Satu to come and pick her up trying her best to downplay her injury and saying it was an ‘accident’ while cleaning her rifle.

Escalation /second worse encounter:( aka the angst zone of Samy the dead sister returning.)

Her sister was buried in the woods near the lake wanting to be surrounded by the very nature she coveted . Her grave being marked by some small memorial rocks from mirrors peak and carvings of a crow , a bear , a little wooden duck and other trinkets left by visitors. Fresh flowers sit picked from the surrounding area.

Saga can on her travels around bright falls encounter a manuscript page that details a horrifying encounter - an empty grave and a taken soul rising up to lay it's last family member to rest beside her in that woodland tomb.

Of a shadow imbued figure clawing out of the dirt handful by gritty handful and brandishing an axe ripped out of a cedar tree stump, carving its way through the general store's front door like a horror cliche , the shell chimes rattling a final death rattle.

(this next bits a little messily written i won't lie i love all the manuscript pages and the style of writing in the game but i cannot imitate it i do visual art not written so shoutout fanfic and authors this is harddd.)

“Beyond the door , her last remaining protection Mari Matilla , still recovering from her bullet wound burning a hole in her shoulder, is frozen in place staring in wide eyed abject horror at the looming figure on the other side of the splintering wood.

This figure who shares the same face , the same blood now cold no longer pumping through dead veins looms forward through the gash in the door.

A single white eye peers through the crack sunken into it's hollow socket, the creature smiles a sickly grin too wide for it's face.

She swings her axe bringing the door down with it charging through the threshold , with each slamming step Mari snaps out of the ever growing fear in her heart willing herself to just move! as the axe comes slashing down again.

Finally it makes contact, clipping her ankle with a sickening thump. Bone exposed She screams the world all crashing back down around her at once.

‘The light , the basement. The light will keep me safe’ she thinks and so she dives for that sunken room.

Gunshots ring out in the distance , safety , a chance at survival; she knew who it was, the only one brave enough to be out in these woods alone , Saga Anderson, her hero.

she screams again louder than before:

‘SAGA she's Here Help me!’ she just had to hold on a few moments more. Just a few moments longer. The creature a mirror of her lurches forward for the basement door and-”

The rest is scratched out.

The page ends before anything else can occur saga sets off back to the lodge as the day draws to an end.

On the way to cauldron lake she calls Casey and tells him where she's going, chasing after another page by our best selling author friend she's pissed she asks why he'd write something like this into reality.

He tries to explain that he doesn't remember writing this but writing in the escape , writing in that saga is there to save her and that the basement full of lights is the safest place for her to be. That sounds like what he'd write , from what he knows that that is how he can help.

‘its a horror story all of this is I have to stay within the narrative tropes but you can change it's ending it's not written yet there's always a final girl right who barely escapes but not unscathed?’

When she arrives at cauldron lake it's dark the sun's setting , as she approaches down the hill from the parking lot she encounters several taken , gunshots ring out and she hears from the general stores direction screams for help exactly as written she just prays Charlie and Mari have reached the basement , sprinting towards the store.

The sister's warped and ritually sacrificed body has become a taken a hollow hole in her chest, hair slicked to her face and hands bloodied .

((I have two visual ideas for this currently. One is that she sort of floats above the ground like a body floating face down in the water. Or alternatively upright usual axe swinging but her hairs sort of floating behind her and clothes slightly flowing in a current we can't see)).

She has dirt across her arms and under her fingernails having crawled and clawed her way out of the grave. Stumbling back to her place of death hearing Mari whistling as she cooked, her attention drawn and a rage at her own death bubbling up inside her.

She screams out at her in its distorted voice ‘ why weren't you there ? Why did you leave me to die? What sister lets her sister die in the cold in the dark ? Look at me, You wretched bitch look at me!’

When saga arrives to save Mari she can look around and find the shallow grave empty and flooded with lake water, the coffin floating atop and ripped open. Reaching the general store front door is destroyed , Mari surprisingly isn't dead but has barely contained ‘what was samy’ in the basement of the general store. Rattling and slamming can be heard against the basement hatch upon arrival that goes scarily quiet when Mari calls out to saga again.

She's blood splattered and with one arm weakly cuddling Charlie and is pretty sure like 90% her ankles fully broken (saga is more than sure it's broken she's pretty sure it's been slashed by an axe swing and maybe broken too who knows but she's trying not to panic despite being able to see bone) saga quickly sets to scouting around finding something to splint the leg with and something to cover the basement hatch with that's heavy.

Mari's struggling in the sort of blood loss delirium but asks saga (when she brandishes her weapon of choice and flashlight to go head down into the basement with) to please please leave her be,

Mari asks why she's like that why she came back like that,

She confesses quietly that she hopes that whatever has brought her back can purify her if , if they just wait long enough right , keep her in the light? She doesn't know how she knows but she just knows the light will fix her. It's a fact in her mind now the light is safe and she can be safe again.

She has to be right? .

M: ‘I just , I mean , she's talking. She's breathing what she's saying is cruel, sure but it's better than silence. Please don't hurt her, what would you do ? What would you do if Logan came back out of the Lake please just leave her be’

It seems the story has warped Maris memory of events aligning it with Logan drowning too.

Saga sympathises with Maris grief but stands firm on Logan's condition ,with both hands on Maris shoulders reminds her that -

‘Logan isn't dead. Your sister down there? she’ doesn't have a heart ,

theres post mortem autopsy incisions across her chest Mari , the woman she was, your sister , who you cared about so deeply , that you feel so guilty about not being there to save that version of her she is gone and that thing in the basement is just a vessel being puppeted around, a shadow of who she once was . whatever that is now it is not your sister it's a monster , it's dangerous and it will kill you if we don't kill it’

The Frankenstein's monster - part beloved body - park lake darkness, trapped in Mari ‘Shelly's’ basement and wanting revenge upon her misguided ‘creator’- Mari feeling solely responsible for the argument that led to Samy going to the lake.

(Am I forcing this concept too hard? Yeah absolutely, probably but oh well it's fun and stupid too something something seeing the humanity in someone you've lost coming back wrong even if this vision is clouded by your own remorse).

Ultimately Samy ends up breaking out of the basement if Saga approaches and/or leaves the area and Saga has to put her down fighting in the limited space of the general store trying to lead her away from where Mari and Charlie are cornered.

After defeating Samy , Mari will be in tears but gather herself as the trio make a break for the car park , the escape sequence set off by a loud rattling of all the shell chimes outside and a growing dark presence outside warping the scenery. Mari can carry her own flashlight helping to stun enemies and throwing out the odd flare but is slow moving due to the ankle wound and dog on her hip.

(no she will not leave the dog she'd rather die )

(I'm imagining Kind of like the AW1 section where you're getting Barry Wheeler across Anderson's farm - defeat a wave or two of taken and then rush for the exit no cool rock number though but alot of ambient sound - storm , shell wind charms etc).

After getting their leg seen to properly, splinted stitched, wrapped and painkillers prescribed by Doc Nelson and an ambulance called .she gives the excuse some poachers put bear traps up in the woods and that luckily Saga was in the area following a lead and was able to open the trap for her.

He half buys it considering there's a record that Mari lost two fingers as a teen to a bear trap but doesn't ask further questions considering she's been escorted to him by an FBI agent who still has some blood splatter on her coat.

After aftermath:

It takes a few days to overall emotionally recover from the horrors ™. But once she does recover Mari can then be found half the time hiding out in a makeshift room in the ‘employees only’ room in the back of the oh deer diner.

She refuses to stay in a hotel or home saying she's not getting taken out in her sleep after surviving all this. It takes s while for Satu to persuade her to move back to the cabin with her (mari joking they’ve only been together 6 months and already moving in how forward~)

Rose agrees to watch over her when she’s in the diner she can until everything's sorted out.

(And lend her some actually daisy smelling shirts joking she bought the detergent just to prove her wrong)

The reward for getting Mari alive out of the taken onslaught is a charm she offers that reduces the damage you take from axes (thrown or melee) by 50 percent. It's shaped like a little shell and hook.

Eventually Mari starts spending her daytime out of the back room and in a corner booth of the diner. She doesn’t want to be idle so spends some time folding napkins and cleaning cutlery whistling little simplified versions of the chapter songs as the story progresses.

Charlie settles really well into her corner booth of the dinner enjoying pancake scraps from the chef and scratches from the patrons equally.

I think at some point after the events of AW2 when she finds out about everything (the cult, the taken etc) she ends up having a bit of a fighty argument with Ilmo only to falter when finding out his brother's death.

She gets closure from knowing while her sister probably did suffer drowning in the lake she wasn't tortured or aware (as far as she knows) as a taken when the ‘cult’ got her.

Other little details/ miscellaneous plot beats i didn’t know where to put:-

Mari feels like the failure of the family in her eyes. Her golden child sister got her degree worked in a hospital and seemed to have her life together while she just struggled to figure out what she wanted. That's why she feels so bad that Sam died, not her because she feels she wasn't doing enough with her life while Sam had so much more to give. She learns to push through this guilt and live for the both of them by the end.

Mari lost two of her fingers ( pinky and ring) in an accident with a bear trap when she was little. Her stepdad at the time forced the two twins out in the snow to go hunting despite their protests. Mari was a good shot but didn't enjoy the cold. She'd never seen a bear trap before and then suddenly bam no pinky or ring finger. Stepdad freaked out calling for help and scrambling while Sam stayed calm checking on Mari and talking to her to keep her from going into shock. Since that day Sam's always been Maris' hero. And since that day Samys always knew she wanted to be a doctor to help people like her sister in crisis.

While Mari was born before Sam , Sam has always been the ‘ older’ sister of the twins. More mature in nature and in ego.

The day after Sam dies Mari lops half her hair off because she looks too much like her sister. In turn this makes her look just the same as she did when they first moved to bright falls (partially symbolising how she's set herself back in time healing wise by not confronting her grief). It only kind of works so she gets rid of the mirrors in the cabin.

Maris' fatal flaw was her devotion to killing the cult, it drove her to insomnia, dehydration and overall not taking care of herself .

She obsessed over unmasking a group that she'd fallen for the publicity of.

Spending months in total out in the woods at night , a wolf mask worn to conceal her face stalking the cult never brave enough to pull the trigger and take one out but Internalising the same ideology the cult used to detach themself from the rituals (telling herself ‘ it's just deer hunting , their not people just pull the fucking trigger’) even at times almost getting caught after hallucinating her sister by her side taunting her to take the shot.

she thought they were evil and had murdered her sister but she ultimately (by the end of the game/her character arc) ends up being told the truth and convinced to either work with the cult to take down taken (as a parallel to Ilmo losing a sibling but having the community for support) or teaming up with rose as a body disposal guy. (Since The hardest part is hiding the bodies ; D) she laughs about it in hindsight if only she'd known from the start how different things could have been.

#alan wake oc #remedyverse oc #cult of the tree #its an oc infodump babeyyyyy #oc tag: Mari Mattilla #tw gore #tw body horror #long post #alan wake 2 spoilers

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✨BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS ORGANIZED BY GENRE (and tropes listed)✨

i will do the cut thing because this is going to be long…

THIS WILL BE CONTINUOUSLY ADDED ONTO AS I READ MORE BOOKS THAT FIND THEMSELVES IN MY FAVOURITES

Fantasy/Sci-fi (because I feel like they go hand in hand)

•A Court Of Thorns And Roses (the entire series) by Sarah J Mass

I can genuinely say that this series had such a massive impact on my life and it will always be in my top recs. The writing is SO beautiful and the world- building is IMPECCABLE you can vividly picture everything and it just completely transports you to this magical world.

Tropes: fae (ik this isn’t a trope i just had to say it), a little enemies to lovers, a little friends to lovers, royalty, FATED MATES (my personal favourite), forced proximity, they dream of each other, she owes him a debt, slow burn, found family

spice is included✨ and honestly pretty fricking spicy (spiciest on this list probably)

•Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

Another book that like altered my brain chemistry because it was so good. The main character has a chronic illness (that is the same chronic illness the author has). It’s such a comfort book to me and i really wish i could read it for the first time again because there’s twists and the ending had me SHELLSHOCKED and i do not get shocked easily because most of the time i can tell it’s coming but i genuinely had NO IDEA that is how good Rebecca Yarros’ writing is.

Tropes: enemies to lovers (but they’re attracted to each other from the very start), kind of forbidden love (parents were enemies), they’re bonded to each other so kind of fated mates?, THEY’RE AT A COLLEGE TO BECOME DRAGON RIDERS THAT’S LITERALLY SO COOL, oh did i mention DRAGONS THAT TALK AND ARE SASSY LITTLE SHITS, also kind of found family bc the MC’s is dysfunctional as hell

also spice is included✨ i’d rate it maybe a 3/5?, it’s not SUPER detailed and there’s not a lot but there’s one scene where my jaw was dropped the entire time

•One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

This is a comfort read FOR SURE. I felt so seen because the MC is just like me (socially awkward, book lover, nerd) and she has a huge crush on this other girl ( YES IT’S LGBTQ!!) who is totally like 70s rockstar vibes (she’s literally so cool i cannot). It’s a book that’ll have you squealing and kicking your feet. Oh did i mention the love interest is ACTUALLY a 70s pink chick who’s accidentally time travelled forward after an accident she had on the subway?

tropes: this is pure fluff guys like seriously you can’t not love it, kind of coming of age (she’s 23 and finding her confidence and place in the world) , the love interest doesn’t remember how she got there (so amnesia), found family (just now noticing a theme with all my recs so far..)

there’s spice mentioned but not actual spicy scenes!

Romance

•Bridgerton series

This series is a staple however due to you not having to read all the books/ the books in order there are a few that i don’t think i’ll reread (i haven’t even read Francesca’s yet) like for instance i didn’t like Benedict’s book because of the Cinderella retelling aspect and I ended up dnfing

BUT the rest are REALLY good, my favourites being Colin/Penelope’s (Romancing Mister Bridgerton) and Hyacinth’s (It’s In His Kiss)

Tropes: (just doing the main one for each book)

Book #1 (Daphne)- fake relationship

Book #2 (Anthony)- enemies to lovers

Book #3 (Benedict)- fairytale retelling (cinderella), she was a lady’s maid for one of his sisters (i think… it’s been awhile)

Book #4 (Colin/Penelope)- friends to lovers, she’s a socially awkward wallflower and i relate immensely (there’s twists and overall is just a beautiful love story)

Book #5 (Eloise)- they’re pen pals and she runs away to his home (he has children that are an absolute MENACE to her it’s hilarious)

Book #6 (Francesca)- haven’t read yet but i know that the main premise is her late husband (who died not long after she married him) ‘s cousin has always loved her since he met her

Book #7 (Hyacinth)- mystery, they’re trying to find his family’s hidden jewels (their dynamic is amazing and hyacinth is my favourite bridgerton she’s so funny to me)

Book #8 (Gregory)- they’re friends and they realize they’re in love with each other as they’re about to marry other people (he crashes her wedding it’s fantastic)

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Heart Like a Truck: Chapter 4

⚠️trigger warnings: mention of death, alcoholism, and language

A/N: I ended up having to cut out the ending and will be putting it in chapter 5. I'm still struggling with writing but I adore this chapter and couldn't wait any longer to share with you all.

The air in this truck as the three of us was thick with suspense. Cecilia felt Jake hand on her thigh but as much as she wanted to shut out the world and take Jake dressed like a cowboy she couldn't. Her eyes kept darting to him. How he looked in that red plaid and those jeans set her core on fire. It was a look she always loved on guys but with Jake she fell in love with his soul and mind before ever seeing him. However his muscles did wonder for him in this even though everything was a size bigger because of being Casey's. Her right hand left the wheel and put it on her thigh over his hand.

She didn't want him to run because of what was bound to happen. Her heart knew they would find their piece of heaven here on these acres and he would run until it was safe. In her mind she had a feeling who was at the house but she had to come up with a lie. She was preparing herself for the worst.

"Cece, what are you thinking?" Casey voice behind her in the back seat. His voice filled with concern for the woman who's always been a sister to him. His eyes caught hers in the rearview mirror.

"What is waiting for me," she tried to hide her panic from the two guys but they both knew her too well.

As she finally pulled her truck up into the front of the house her heart sank. It was her worst fear, it was the FBI. Her and Jake's eyes met each other, she could see the fear in his blue eyes at the sight in front of them. Before opening the doors,she sighed,"follow my lead boys," taking a deep breath to regain her confidence.

Out of the SUVs was her lawyer; Jackson Carter, Eric Randall the chief of the Police and a man dressed in a suit. She looked at Jake and back to the house and watched him walk there before she opened her mouth.

"Cecilia, there has been new evidence found on the death of your parents" Jackson states.

She turned her head so face, certain she was going to have whiplash from it. She looked over the men standing in front of her. Unsure what to say, it's been eight years since the accident. Her and Casey were the ones to find them as they came home from the bar. Unable to say words she turned around but not before looking at the man next to her that had stood by her side through it all.

"Jackson, what are you talking about? It was stated to be an accident," Casey's voice full of concern. He knew this conversation was going to open a deep wound for Cece but neither of them understood. They had found the truck used to haul hay hit one of the apple trees they had on the farm.

"You see it wasn't an accident. Someone tampered with the vehicle. Someone who was on the farm then and still is now. He is always wanted for other crimes from before he started here."

Looking down at the ground and digging her feet in. Besides Casey there was only one man still here from that time and she knew exactly who. "That lying piece of fucking shit," she mumbled under her breath. The anger rose inside of her. She and her father had trusted this man. "I'll take you to him," her voice dark.

"Cece, let me. You go calm down otherwise you will end up in no better spot. Remember that man in that house" his hazel eyes looking at the house then back at her. "He needs you to stick around." Putting his hand out for her keys.

"NO! Ryan is the reason they aren't here anymore. I want to see him arrested!" She turns toward the three men that told her this information. "I'm on my property, my only request before you read him his rights is I get to punch him."

She heard the chief chuck, "I won't stop you." Eric states. He's known her since she was just knee high before he even joined the force.

Feeling the keys in his hand, Casey knows she isn't in her right mind to drive to the bunk house. He sees the look in her face and this isn't what she expected tonight. He watches her jump in the passenger seat and sighs. Looking at the house she sent Jake too, he knows that man is watching out the window unsure of what is going on. However he gets in the truck, looking over at the hellfire sitting in the passenger seat. He knows she's going to fight the biggest guy and he won't stop her.

His knuckles are white from squeezing his fist so tight. He has no idea what's going on but he watches then all head back out to the farm. He's concern, knowing he doesn't know everything about her past he thought she was open enough. However the look Casey gave looking back at this house as Cecilia climbed into the truck passenger side his mind wandered. He walked into the dinning room where his backpack was and pulled out his laptop he had to see what he could find out about the woman who held his heart. He promised himself he never would but after watching everything unfold outside he didn't want anymore secrets. He searched her name but instantly it felt wrong and he couldn't bring himself to look. She always told him when she felt like talking she would. He knew it was his fault, he never stayed long enough for those walls of hers to break down.

She felt the rev of the truck as her blood boiling inside her. For twelve years she trusted this man. Her own father trusted him and now she wanted answers. She wasn't scared of him but more of the truth coming out and destroying everything she thought she knew. She felt her mind drift back to that night. However she shook her head, she couldn't pry open this wound while Jake was here.

After a long quiet ride Casey pulls the truck in front of the bunkhouse. It was a log cabin that was for all the guys that stayed on the ranch to work. She knew they would be in there as it was dinner time for them, and of course beer. She jumped out of the truck with it still in drive with Casey behind the wheel. She heard him sigh but she was on a mission. She heard the other two vehicles and wondered why no one was coming outside. She swung open the door to find them all around the table.

Casey leaned against the door frame, watching the fight unfold before Ryan knew what was happening Cecilia had him but his collar and throw on the floor. She might be a tiny little thing but she had a fight in her that was unbroken. She was a straight up spitfire when it came to those that hurt who she loved. This little thing was ready for any fight this man was gonna throw her way and she had the fight of a wild mustang under her shell.

"What the hell Cecelia?" Ryan yells from the floor.

Not saying a word the anger was evident on her face as her jaw was tight and she threw a punch hitting him square in the jaw. Ryan knew better than to fight back though. She wasn't one to pick a fight over anything.

She told them one punch and she listened she walked away, shaking her hand. She still was angry and needed to let off some steam. "Have at it, Eric. I don't want this piece of shit on my property ever again."

"Ryan Davis, you are under arrest for the murder of Thomas and Emma Dunn."

As Cecilia stormed out of the bunkhouse she heard Eric reading Ryan his rights. She didn't want to hear the FBI agents. She let out a sigh, she needed back to her safety in his arms.

Feeling a hand on her upper back she turned and saw Casey. She felt the tears forming under her hard shell. He pulled her in for a hug. It wasn't who she needed but he understood her pain. He had been there with her that night when they found them and through all of it.

She looked up "take me home to him. I don't feel safe driving." She walked away from him. Her head hung long with frustration, her skin felt hot to herself and she felt her strong heart breaking down.

"Cecilia Dunn! I have a few questions for you about another man we are looking for," states the agent just as she's about to get in the truck.

"I don't know who else you would be looking for. I'm not a safe haven for wanted criminals," the anger and emotions still clouding Cecilia's head.

"This is about the hacker from Duskwood…." The agent starts talking. "I haven't heard from him since the mine. I assumed he died in the fire started by Rogers but I'd like to get back to my home after everything." She turns around and gets in the truck.

She looked out the window not saying a word to Casey as he drove her back to the house. She was frustrated, she wanted to punch Ryan more. Everyone in this town knew she was a fighter when those she loved got hurt. She wanted to kick him and make him beg for his life but not in front of the Chief of Police and the FBI agent. She knew her lawyer wasn't going to stop her but that's all.

Her mind kept drifting back to that night but she refused to open that deep wound. She felt the bumps of the uneven road under the truck. Her only concern was to make sure she made it into his arms.

As he pulled up she saw Jake sitting on the swing. Before Casey even had a chance to put the truck to a full stop in front of the farmhouse Cecilia had opened her door and jumped out. She couldn't wait another second to be in his arms and a moving vehicle wasn't going to stop her.

He grabbed her as she came running up and pulled her against his body. She was burning up and he knew she was angry as hell. He looked up from her and saw Casey getting out of her truck.

"Cecilia, I will check everything he's touched tomorrow. The rest of the boys will pick up the slack and it will be like he wasn't even here. I promise," Casey's voice laced with a promise to make it all better.

She turned her head to look at him and the tears of crying into Jake's shirt was evident on her face. She was at a loss for words as the sunset, she just shook her head but held onto Jake tighter.

"Love, I made something simple for dinner. Why don't you go eat." Jake's soft voice in her ear. She shivered at it but in the best way possible.

Watching her walk inside Jake knew it was going to be a rough night but even though the FBI found his little slice of heaven here he couldn't leave her even to distract them.

"Be easy with her tonight and don't let her get to the liquor cabinet. I know she knows how to pick the lock," Casey's voice full of concern for that girl. However as he looks in the window he sees her standing in front of it. Before Jake even notices he runs in and throws Cece over his shoulder and brings her to the kitchen.

"LET ME DOWN YOU BIG GOON!" Cecilia yells hitting his back.

Casey completely ignores the request and just takes the hits on his back. This isn't the first time he's dealt with this side of her but the first time Jake is here as well. He places her down on the barstool.

Cecilia keeps looking between him and where the liquor is. After everything she just needs to feel the burn of whatever she grabbed going down her throat and into her stomach. Her eyes linger on it slightly too long and she feels a hand grabbing her chin. She sighs as she knows it's Casey. She looks into his eyes and sees the hurt and feels herself picking at her fingernails. The feeling of him being right is something she should be used to but she refuses to admit it.

Casey realizes she won't move as Jake stands in the doorway. Unsure at this point if Cecilia even told Jake about this issue. He goes into the fridge and grabs her a can of soda. Handing to her, he knows what she wants but he can't go down this road again. He leans in and whispers into her ear, "this is not the time for that. I can't watch you open that wound as well. I won't watch you fall into that again."

Standing in the doorway where Cecilia's head turns in the man that holds her heart. She's kept so many secrets from him and maybe it's time they come out.

"I got it Casey, go take care of the ranch," Jake's voiced full of concern for Cecilia. He is realizing there are some big secrets in both their life. He thinks back on the moments with her, how didn't he figure it out sooner. She's fighting the devil in alcohol form.

"I will see you guys tomorrow. Cece, I think you should tell him." Casey walks away.

Looking back at the can that still isn't open, Cecilia focuses on it. The cold metal in her hands, she felt like she could melt it with her touch so hot. She flips the tab but not enough to open it. She doesn't realize Casey left until Jake is standing in front of her with his hands on hers.

"How long?" The crack in his voice is evident he figured out what was going on just now. However, Jake wants to hear it from her.

"Eight years, I've had this drinking problem. It started after Casey and I found them." the softest sigh leaves her mouth as she plays with the tab on the can.

"Why hide this from me?" Jake very well knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from the girl in front of him.

"Because you always leave!" Cecilia's voice raises as she looks up. The tears in her eyes turn back into anger.

"Only to protect you! If they were to find me here I can't imagine what I would do if they hurt you!" Jake's voice laced with anger on her hiding this from him.

Pushing Jakes away from her, the can dropped to the hardwood floor. Cecilia stands up and turns away from him. "When are you going to fucking learn Jake! I don't need to be protected! I didn't need it with Richy or any other time! I need to know you're not going to leave when things get tough with me! For fuck sakes everyone in my life has left me besides the ones I pay!" Her voice laced with total anger and frustration, it's this morning all over again. However, this time she refuses to walk away from the fight.

Jake's jaw clenched tight at her words. Of course she needs to be protected from them, she was all he had to live for. He understood her anger but he wasn't afraid of her like Casey or the other guys, his fear inside of him was for her if something was to happen to this piece of heaven carved out in the Montana countryside.

Unsure how to put these fears so she could understand where he is coming from he picked up the can. It was a miracle this can didn't break open in the fall, much like the two of them it held on even under the pressure. Moving closer to Cecilia he knew she was a bomb that if handled wrong would go off. Was he frustrated with her for hiding this, fuck yes but he needed her around.

She felt his hand graze her arm, but she moved away. Cecilia knew she hurt him saying that but it had to have been side. She stopped herself from saying she wished never took that text because it would have been a lie. She adored and found home in him but this fight needs to happen.

Turning around she catches the look in his eyes, it's one of fear. "I guess I'll be better off alone," her voice still angry at everything that has happened.

"I'm not leaving you Cecilia! I just was raised to protect the woman I love without even batting an eye." He reached for her hand this time grabbing her so she couldn't move.

Catching his jaw clenching at trying to protect her from his world she's unsure if she can keep this going. "I protected you from them! I didn't let them ask questions on who you are. You need to stop treating me like I'm something that needs to be put on a pedestal because I'm not!"

As she goes to pull away Jake pulls her closer. His free hand goes to the back of her neck and the other one moves to her waist. "I will always protect you. I can't imagine a life without you. I meant it, there is no evading you. When I'm not with you every moment of my existence is thinking of you. Trying to figure out how to come back to you and let those masks of both of ours fall off. You are my home!"

Feeling herself pinned between him and the counter she feels stuck. She loves him just as much as he's saying he loves her but her mind is fighting all of this. She catches him staring at her eyes and while she sees fear still its truly not of her but of losing her. She pushes him away and storms into the living room again. Heading near the liquor cabinet and her knives she plays with.

"For fuck sakes Cecilia! Don't do it. Don't choose the alcohol over me!" Storming after her as he watches her every movement and sees where she is heading.

Taking a sigh she shuts out the world. Picking up one of the knives her dad had given her. It was handmade, she felt the wood grain under her fingertips and saw the family last name engraved in it, Dunn. She flips it over running her fingers along the dull blade. She saw the other engravement 'to my loving daughter, Cece'. She felt the tears she had gotten just before they passed for her birthday, it had never been used outside of this house and that's how it planned to be kept. Putting it back down, she realized her parents wouldn't have wanted her to react like this. She was supposed to be an old tree that no matter the storms never broke.

Turning around she saw Jake, she saw the anger as he thought she was going for the cabinet. "I needed to refocus, Jake," she felt her mask slide back on.

He walked closer to her, this time grabbing her waist. "No masks with me. Let those feelings out but don't hide yourself from me please."

The concern in his voice made Cecilia thankful for his hand around her waist. She grabbed the worn out flannel he still had on and pulled herself close. She looked at him up and down and the feeling in Casey cabin came back but this time with also the anger she felt in herself.

He saw her close her eyes and he knew she was trying to calm herself down but tonight he was going to do so. Crashing his lips into hers he felt her body melt. Expecting her to fight him he smiled into the kiss as he pulled her body against his leaving no space.

Feeling his grip tighten on her she fought the melt into him and every muscle in her body tense. His smile was the very thing that was making that happen. She was certain he thought he had won but she was still a loose canon. She pushed him away and bolted away from him.

She ran down the hallway, passing all the family photos from over the years and a few she added of friendships. As she turned the knob into the master bedroom she heard him coming behind her. He wasn't light on his feet in the boots but she slammed the door closed and locked it. There was a small stash noone else knew about in the closet of Jack Daniel's and tonight she planned on shutting out the world and forgetting everything.

As she found the bottle and popped the top off she heard the door unlocked and swing open. Before she even thought about it the bottle was to her mouth and she felt the burn going down. It was the only thing in this moment to numb the pain she felt inside.

Jake grabbed the bottle from her and went into the bathroom with it dumping it down the drain. Caseys words rang in his mind 'Be easy with her tonight and don't let her get to the liquor cabinet. I know she knows how to pick the lock.' He heard her crying but didn't see her. As the last drop went down the sink he tossed the bottle in the garbage and entered back into the bedroom. Finding her curled up on the floor where he had taken the bottle from her. Jake knew she was broken and afraid.

"Cecilia….." He went to say, unsure of the rest.

"No, don't you dare!" Her head lifted out of her knees and the tears streaming down her face. "You have no idea why I wanted that bottle so bad that I was willing to hide it from you!" Her voice was laced with an anger he couldn't deny.

She was right, he didn't know but Jake knew she needed to be thinking straight and right now she wasn't. Walking up to her even in this state her hazel eyes were dark as the bottom of the ocean and full of anger and tears. Kneeling in front of her his hand reached for her face. However, she batted him away.

She wasn't going to let him win tonight as much as her body was aching for him, she was also needing to forget today's events. She closed her eyes trying to steady her breathing and was once again lost in all emotions including feeling his fingertips on her lips.

"Please let's talk this through. I can't lose you to that," his voice soft for her to truly hear what he was saying and her body leaned forward with their lips crashing into each other's.

He tasted the whiskey still on her lips but the kiss was messy. Jake felt Cecilia's hand grab the flannel and pulling herself close to him until she was on her knees. Pulling away reluctantly he smirked at her as his forehead was against hers. "Don't think for one moment that kiss is going to let me let you open the liquor cabinet." Jake knew she was hoping for relief but she wasn't going to get it that way. If anything he would be that release and addiction for her.

Her sigh was evident, still full of anger as she opened her eyes. Cecilia knew he was close but looking straight into his electric blue eyes did things to her. She saw the unconditional love in them for her and she knew he could take the anger still inside her. She wished she let it out on Ryan but she couldn't. She felt her emotions melting away but still the anger burned inside of her. That wound that was sealed so tight was cut open again and the thought of losing Jake like she had lost her ex-fiance; she couldn't handle that. Her heart was very much unbreakable with others but Jake to her was her motor. He is the very thing that keeps her going when everything else fails around her.

Cupping her face, Jake could see the emotions still bottled up inside her, especially the anger. She hadn't joked back with him about the kiss and that worried him. The playful banter between them was always their way of calming the storm building but he had seen her in the middle of it this time and had to ride it out. He leaned his lips forward and kissed her deeply pulling her as close to him as possible.

His kiss brought her out of her mind and back to him, she still tasted the whiskey in her mouth and Cecilia knew he had as well but wasn't letting her go. Her fingers found their way to the buttons on Jake's shirt and started to unbutton, she needed that skin to skin contact with him. Pulling away from the kiss to take a deep breath she was struck by his eyes again with a devilish grin.

That devilish grin was the one she knew she needed to ride this storm out. The one that would eventually calm her soul when her anger was released even if it meant no sleep for the restless. As she looked between his blue eyes and his grin she felt herself lean back into this kiss. Her hand ran along his strong chest as they knelt on the floor but this kiss was full of anger of the events and things said. Her body knew what she needed from him even when her mind fought it.

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a/n: thanks to @digital-corruption, @itsnotzka, and @miss-celestia13 for the help on this chapter.

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