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r0-boat · 1 month

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Can I get a mcfuckin uuuhhhhh yandere Elliott from sdv getting pussy drunk? Whether that's just eating reader out or can't stop fucking them is up to you, I just have a need 🥺👉👈

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Yeeeeeeee

My God Elliot my first husband my love.

There is a yandere Elliott mod that I love with all my heart I will be using this as a basis!

(if you don't know there's a part in the mod where he kidnaps you and keeps you how arrested in your own farm if you try to leave the farm you'll get a cutscene where he pretty much tells you that you're 'very sick' and you need to come back)

Okay without further ado

Yandere Elliott x AFAB gn!reader

Drunk off your pussy

Nsfw

He insisted on carrying you back to the cottage in his arms. Elliot had been so busy with his next book that he had not noticed that you snuck out of the house on your own. He'll have to watch you more closely from now on.

Looking at you now, even with your heaving breaths, your chest rising and falling, your eyes red and wet with tears as you cling to him. It was hard to stay mad at you as much as he wanted to bend you over his knee and make your ass red for disobeying. He spent so many nights without you and his arms and underneath you; seeing you like this just made it harder even to consider punishing you for your actions.

To your surprise, instead of being over his lap, you lay gently on the bed. Elliot, instead of a look of disapproval, it was a look of hunger.

"You disobeyed me, my dear, normally I would punish you like I always do...but I've decided that perhaps I should... Change my methods of punishment." He purrs, licking his lips as he begins to roll down your pants, taking your underwear with it.

Not wanting to make your husband angry or change his mind, you submissively obey. Spreading your legs sweetly for Elliot.

He hums at the sight of your pussy; It had been so long since he had you like this. Maybe that's why you ran. Was it was all just for his attention? "Don't worry, my sweet, I'm here now." Elliot murmurs, his smile morphing into a crazed one. He spreads your lips apart. You felt a hot breath against your cunt before his wet tongue slid inside you.

Tasting your sweet wetness for the first time in a while He shutters.

"mmh, fuck! I've miss this."

Normally your husband would make moments like these more romantic whether it be candles around the cabin too rose petals in the bed, but. You did not deserve these pleasantries.

"No! Spread wider. Don't make me get the spread bar again. If you won't part these legs, then I will make you."He smiles.

If you were going to run away and flirt with some other man like a whore then you were going to be treated like one. Right now you are not his perfect beautiful spouse. You were his play toy pet, writhing and moaning underneath him your hand gripping his hair Your body fighting on whether you should push him away or bug against him. You had your answer You want pleasure struck like lightning feeling his fingers slip inside you in his mouth curl around your clit. Elliot knew all the best ways to pleasure you.w hat kind of husband would he be if he didn't know how to make his precious spouse cum? With him suckling your clit and his fingers working your sensitive spot inside. You tried to stifle your noises. Which made your husband frown.

"come on, my sweet, let me hear you."He begs, his eyebrows furrowing as he kisses your inner thighs.

He plays with your clit in a way you cannot resist and his fingers pick up their pace slamming knuckles deep inside you every tense of his arm.

You tried to close your quivering legs, only for Elliot to remove his hand and mouth only too strike your cunt with his hand after prying you open. Youre loving husband striking you in any way stunned you. He was sorry to hurt you like this, but if you do not listen, there'll be more where that came from.

As he feels you get close, he removes his fingers, replacing them with his eager tongue, not before licking them clean, not wanting to waste a single drop of your delicious cunt

his thumb pressing against your swollen throbbing clit.

"I miss the taste of your cum on my tongue. Are you going to be good and give it to me? Do I have to ring you out for every last drop you have? Hm?" Elliott purrs, dragging his tongue across your wet lips.

To wasted no time diving his tongue inside, brushing his nose against your clit as he licks and sucks you out like a starving man. Feverishly trying to spread you even wider, pressing your hips, making you grind your cunt against his face. You arch your back cumming on his tongue, and he rides out your orgasm moaning and bucking his own hips as he drinks every last drop of your cum.

His mouth glistens with your juices as he parts from you. His tongue lulled out, and his eyes glazed over with lust and bliss. He thought he had his fell as you tried to squirm away. He holds you down, nuzzling against your inner thigh.

"Where do you think you're going, beloved? We're not done. This is a punishment, remember?"

"I will eat your pussy; I'll make you flood my mouth over and over till You're too tired to even move from your bed tomorrow. Maybe then you'll finally stay put."

#smut #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley smut #sdv elliott #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv yandere #yandere x reader #sdv elliot x reader

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 3 months

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So, did Smilling Critters really die out here? Wouldn't there be some kind of way for them to still be alive, or for the prototype to revive them? It's because I would like to see them here in your AU, mainly I would like to see CatNap apologize to them and have an emotional meeting with all of them.

(besides, you have a great AU, I loved it the first time it was posted :D)

AAAAAAAAA, thank you so much!!! I'm glad you like my AU!

I have been going on and off about letting the other Smiling Critters have a permanent death in my AU or not, but I think that for the "main version" of the AU they will be gone. Permanent type of gone.

In my own headcanons, PickyPiggy ate the remains of CraftyCorn, Bubba Bubbaphant and KickinChicken. I still don't know if I prefer her to have been so hungry she ended up turning on her friends, or if an accident happened and she was so hungry she ate their bodies. Either way, she also tried to attack Bobby, with Hoppy and Dogday stopping it from happening and leaving her behind. Hoppy died during an accident while the trio was running from Catnap, and Bobby died soon after. Again, I don't know how she died: Either a broken heart from losing so many of her friends, or from a critical injury from trying to save Dogday.

I think most of their bodies if not all of them were claimed by the Prototype, so in theory they could be brought back. In practice, however, all of this started because Elliot Ludwig couldn't accept the fact his daughter would be gone and desperately wanted her to have a chance to live. Angel and Prototype both know Dogday and Catnap miss their friends, and the duo's ever-increasing guilt is only going to get worse as they process their trauma, but bringing their friends back from the dead is not the way to do it. Deep down Angel wants to try that, but they can't and shouldn't. And it hurts, yes, but they can't allow the cycle to continue.

... ON THE OTHER HAND. Good God do I wish I could bring these dumb critters back from the dead, or at least make it so that Catnap trapped everyone/sent them to the Playtime Co's equivalent of the shadowrealm or maximum security prison, and Angel has to save them and stitch them back together during chapter 4. OR, EVEN, everyone discovering the other critters were still alive when the authorities go in to investigate the factory and find them very malnourished, but still alive.

IN MY OPINION Picky would have a hard time eating, thanks to her trying to eat her own friends. She goes vegan because even the smell of meat makes her stomach curl, and she decides to try gardening around the isolated house. She can't look most of the other toys in the face due to trauma, but she's trying so hard.

Kickin picked beef with both Mommy Long Legs and Kissy Missy. MLL finds him to be a sort of "annoying little brother", and Kissy is always making an >:( expression with some of the things Kickin tries to do. His way of coping is via trying to fill himself with hobbies. He gets diagnosed with ADHD and surprises no one.

Bobby has abandonment issues, becomes Long Legs' and Kissy's best friend, and now they NEVER leave each other's side. Bobby tries romance books and movies, only to realize what really soothes her anxious mind is, ironically, horror. And Doom. Lots of Doom. She also takes responsibility in helping take care of the younger toys, and I think she's also the first to fully accept Catnap's apologies. She hugs him and he becomes close to crying, then she starts sobbing and they're both hugging each other and crying. Her right arm needs extensive treatment due to her getting it badly injured, though.

Craftycorn has a 50/50 chance of becoming an Youtuber or influencer and no one can't change my mind, girl is the queen of MySpace /j. But being serious, she, much like Bobby, has abandonment issues, but is also TERRIFIED of the dark thanks to Playtime. It also takes her a long time to go back into drawing, and an even longer time to pick up any red pencils. It reminds her of blood. This however does end with her finding out drawing horrifying creatures helps her cope with her anxiety! Second to forgive Catnap and acquires an habit of making outfits and trinkets for the other toys. Also she has to wear braces on her hands and is always grumpy when her hands (hooves?) start hurting.

Bubba... My baby. My poorest boy. Mentally speaking, he seems to be the most well-adjusted, until he finds out he keeps forgetting what he reads or studies. He tries to play it cool, to be a helping hand to poor Dogday and Angel, tries to learn everything from the other toys so he can start making plans on what he wants to do for this future, but he just. Can't think about a future. And a few months later it's 3AM and he can't stop crying and chewing on his own pillows, and he feels awful and he keeps forgetting things and why does every little thing bothers him SO much, his recovery has been going so well, why is it happening? And then the flashbacks happen, and oooh boy, he does NOT escape the PTSD and burnout diagnosis. Much like Craftycorn he's extremely grumpy about his symptons, but Bobby and Crafty are trying to help him be kinder to himself.

Hoppy would probably need at least an year or two to physically recover from her injuries. She hates the fact her legs got so badly hurt during her time at Playco, and for the first few weeks she's grumpy, very easily startled, and very mean to others. It takes her the longest to even look at Catnap without wanting to murder him. Catnap sometimes wishes she had never started to forgive him, because now the only one left to forgive him is himself. Also I think Hoppy is the second one hit with the ADHD diagnosis, surprising no one.

Also. Ahem. All of them are besties with Miss Delight, who helps some of them try to understand Catnap more. Our big feline is constantly worrying about hurting his friends again and his guilt is eating him from the INSIDE OUT, but at least Dogday is there to help him. Speaking of which!

Don't tell anyone but Dogday has been smoking and drinking. He's 21, tired, and therapy is a long process. He thinks he's hiding well from everyone else (he can't be a bad example to them!) until, again, 3AM hits and he sees Mommy Long Legs smoking and Catnap coming back from the Prototype's barn smelling like alcohol. So all three of them stare at each other like "...", until they hear something falling down inside.

Surprise surprise, it's a drunk Angel.

THANKFULLY. These bad habits will eventually go away as, again, they recover from the trauma and start finding healthier coping mechanisms. But until then everything is MESSYYYYYY

... Okay now I'm once again reconsidering the idea of bringing them back from the dead or not rip-

#poppy playtime #dogday #catnap #the smiling critters #smiling critters #bobby bearhug #picky piggy #craftycorn #hoppy hopscotch #bubba bubbaphant #save everyone au #poppy worldwide #mommy long legs #miss delight #kissy missy #also FOR ME poppy doesnt smoke nor drink but no one can leave her close to any bottle of wine bc she WILL drink wine #she cant get drunk but she loves wine

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syoddeye · 2 months

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14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

because i can't be Normal, here are 11 mini moodboards + blurbs lmao. thank you canva. some of the photos are low res, that's my b.

disclaimer: this is clearly for fun. i don't want to hear about how wrong i am lol.

Price: Maybe this is because the strong visuals from Ursa Major by @the-californicationist is rotting my brain (affectionate), but my favorite dude likes workwear and high quality clothing. I don't think he prioritizes fashion, but at the same time, he puts on Hard Pants whenever he leaves the house because you never know who he might meet! (You. At the store. Where he gets that pesky can of whatever off the top shelf for you.) Need to commission an artist to draw him as Tom Selleck.

Rudy: Inspired by Bayardo. Rudy likes moto style, worn-in/lived-in clothing, and cleans up real nice. I could see him gravitating more color and knit button downs/polo shirts. I didn't include much western/cowboy stuff, but I imagine Alejandro's aesthetic rubbing off on Rudy since they've known each other for decades.

Ghost: To no one's surprise, his favorite color is black. But, he wouldn't wear clothes that draw even more attention. He's already a big fella, I just don't see him trying to stand out on purpose. He favors darker neutrals, layers, regular cloth or paper face masks, and workwear. Pretty plain aesthetic. Just a Guy™.

Kate: "Sy, that's a lot of Gillian Anderson." AND? What about it? Anyway, I think younger!Kate saw If These Walls Could Talk 2 and emulated Amy's (Chloë Sevigny) style for a number of years. I think with her work and maturation of style, her style is more utilitarian/streamlined, but when she dresses up, ooh baby. Some of Maya Erskine's outfits in the new Mr. and Mrs. Smith show also scream Kate to me. Obviously we have a vest outfit here, because if there is one thing lesbians love, it's utility. /jk

Nik: Similar to Price in that he values clothes that can hold up under normal-to-heavy use. Every outfit does have to highlight a chain. My guy is probably sitting on a small mountain of money, too, but the clothes he picks for himself are unlabeled.

Ale: He's a smooth operator 🎶 No, but to me he's like Soap - Alejandro knows he's good-looking. He has the range and the confidence to pull off most anything. I think similar to Rudy, I imagine him leaning more towards moto aesthetics, with more cowboy/western vibes. Not afraid of color. Lest we forget, he owns a ranch, so throw in workwear, too. Tucked in shirts, belt buckles. Another minor point of inspo is Donald Glover from Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Gaz: It's coincidence two photos contains glasses BUT I think in my dream world, Gaz dresses the way Elliot Knight's stylist dresses him. Which is to say wonderfully. Gaz tends toward neutrals, pieces that are easy to layer, and can fit into more than one look. He's probably somewhat up on fashion and style, not obsessed, but aware of what he looks good in. Not afraid to chat up a sales associate for help.

Soap: He knows he's nice to look at. He knows his arms are drool-worthy. The moment the weather's pleasant enough, he's sleeveless. I also know he probably dgaf about fashion but let's feed my delusions. Streetwear, athleisure - He's got to be able to move freely, feel comfortable, and show off his build.

Farah: Ignore the bags lol. If anything, she's carrying something crossbody and functional. Anyway, Farah's a leader and has been from too young of an age. I think this translates to how she carries herself and what she wears, yeah? I think she aligns with Soap+Gaz+Ale in the Can Wear Anything group. My soft as fuck HC is that Price gave her a few band shirts at some point in time.

Alex: Generally aware of what he looks good in. He relies on his more fashion inclined friends and loved ones to send him ideas or buy him clothes outright because he does not go out of his way to shop. He constantly wears that a single jacket he got One compliment on it six years ago. Like Ghost, he's Just a Guy™. A very handsome one.

Valeria: She's a business woman, right? 👀 Valeria's aesthetic is a mixture of all black everything/glam/utilitarian but make it fashion. In my deepest of dreams, her fashion style is more fluid, and she eats up everything she wears. Again, kind of falling into the idea that confidence makes any style possible on her.

character ask game questions here!

#i made these between meetings on mobile so let's be nice about formatting #sy asks #cod aesthetics #moodboards #john price #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy parra #simon ghost riley #kate laswell #kate laswell cod #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #alejandro vargas #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #farah karim #alex keller #valeria garza #femalefemur

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unhinged-with-no-gender · 11 months

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Comeback - How would the sdv bachelors react if you disappeared for a few months?

Yeah yeah I know, my blogs been dead for literally a year i’m SORRY i never said i was stable lmfao. Anyways, here’s my apology return post, the premise is pretty much just the farmer had a little breakdown and ran away for a bit to god knows where, leaving behind the people who cared for them, and then the reactions when they came back

Alex

- : o

- mans flabbergasted

- You left an athlete. No matter your size, this man straight up pulls you off the ground and into the air, squeezing the life out of you.

- Once the initial shock wore off, he was in tears. After some consoling he admitted he felt like he did when his parents left all over again. He thought he’d never see you again.

- He admits he spent a lot of time in the fields around you farm, they proved to be good space to work out in. An added benefit to spending time in a place that reminded him of you

Elliot

- You skipped the shocked stage with him, he launched STRAIGHT to the waterworks.

- He’s a blubbering mess, trying his hardest to show you all the poetry he wrote about you in your absence, though it was hard to read considering it was still wet with his tears.

- He was by far the most dramatic, especially at first, but once he calmed down he refused to leave your side. He was clinging to your arm like a child.

Harvey

- I like to imagine you walked into his clinic in the middle of working, and he thought you were his patient for the day.

- “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t expecting you till-... Farmer?”

- He’s trying so hard to keep it together.

- He acts casual, like you leaving didn’t hurt him that much.

- “Welcome back. Should I even bother asking where you went?” Dad mode is ON and he is SALTY.

- he does eventually forgive you lol

Sam

- Sort of a mix between Alex and Elliot. He is instantly upset, but eventually says it reminded him of the times his dad is deported.

- He had asked EVERYONE if they knew where you went, and finding out no one knew crushed him to his core. He missed you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

- But then, like Harvey, he gets a little salty. How could you do that to him? He gets over it much quicker though.

Sebastian

- This man is FUCKED UP

- You had been convincing him to leave his house more, be more open, maybe socialize a bit.

- You were his rock, his support through all the scary life things.

- Then he was alone.

- He sees you and immediately looks away. He can’t even look at you after what you did. But, oh god, he misses you so much. But he won’t cave, so he continues to miss you even from so close.

- It takes him days, maybe even weeks, before he’ll even talk to you. No matter how often you show up to his basement, he won’t open the door.

- He finally lets you in a little again, but it takes even longer to get him to open up again.

Shane

- Like Sebastian, but instead of having a basement to retreat to he has a beer can to empty.

- He doesn’t even want to feel the sadness, so he doesn’t, masking his feelings with a cold one.

- Again, like Sebastian, he doesn’t want anything to do with you at first when you come back.

- However, unlike Sebastian, he warms back up quicker.

- When you go to explain to him that you simply couldn’t handle life anymore for a bit he gets it. He’s easier on you than anyone else. He gets it so much it hurts.

- He asks you if you ever feel like that again you come to him inside of running away. He missed you so much, but he understands.

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shion-yu · 3 months

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A Safe Place (part 3) [day 18]

A feverish Cliff is seen in the emergency room. For @monthofsick Day 18 “Unfamiliar surroundings”. 2,965 words, original work, TWs emeto, hospital content.

Part 1 | Part 2 - I swear this was supposed to be 2 parts but now it’s gonna be 4? Lol whoops.

Elliot supported Cliff into the busy ER. It was a Saturday, of course there were a lot of people there, Elliot thought regretfully. Silly to hope otherwise. Elliot eased Cliff into a seat as close to the reception desk as possible and then checked Cliff in, presenting Cliff’s ID and health insurance card. He was grateful Cliff’s wallet and phone were the two things his boyfriend had actually brought with him when he left his parents’ house, although a jacket and his inhaler would have been useful third and fourth choices.

“What’s this visit for?” The receptionist asked after scanning the cards and handing them back to Elliot.

“My boyfriend is having trouble breathing,” Elliot said, hoping this concerned her as much as it concerned him. “He has asthma, he’s wheezing, and he has a high fever. He didn’t know who I was earlier.”

The receptionist stood up a little to catch a glimpse of Cliff in his seat, who did look like he was struggling. “Okay, we’ll get him triaged as soon as possible,” the receptionist said. Elliot chose to believe her for his own sanity’s sake. “In the meantime, have him wear a mask.”

Cliff sagged against Elliot when Elliot sat next to him. He was in no shape to do paperwork, so Elliot tried to fill it out as much as he could. Fifteen minutes passed. Cliff was whimpering in pain and his wheeze had grown louder. “Just a few more minutes, Cliffy,” Elliot said, hoping it wasn’t a lie. Thirty minutes passed. Cliff was now insisting he was fine after all, and that they ought to go home. But that was when he was lucid, which would last only a minute before he’d follow up by saying something that made very little sense and reminded Elliot exactly why they couldn’t leave. Finally, about forty minutes after they’d checked in, a nurse called Cliff’s name and brought them to a small room between the waiting room and the actual ER. Elliot repeated the story he’d given the receptionist although more aggressively this time as the nurse nodded and took Cliff’s vitals.

Elliot never wanted Cliff to be so sick. However, his vitals did prompt some action and for that Elliot was grateful. Cliff’s fever was 103.5 now, his oxygen running lower than expected at 92%, and his heart rate and blood pressure were both high. The nurse led them to a stretcher in a curtained off bay and told Cliff to change into a gown. Elliot had to help Cliff climb up, his boyfriend’s coordination poor. His hands were shaking too hard to button his own gown up, so Elliot did it for him.

“Don’t feel good,” Cliff mumbled, swaying even as he sat up on the stretcher.

“I know, just lie back,” Elliot said. “They’re gonna help you.”

Thankfully, this time they only waited about ten minutes before a new nurse came in with a small bucket full of supplies. She introduced herself as Anna and said she was going to insert an IV, take some blood, and hook Cliff up to oxygen and fluids. She was also going to swab Cliff for flu and strep, but Elliot explained the urgent care had already done that. “Well, this tests for some other stuff too, it’s a full respiratory panel. I’d recommend we just do it anyways.” Elliot agreed on Cliff’s behalf; Cliff seemed to be communicating only in nods at this point.

Nurse Anna looped some oxygen tubing over Cliff’s ears first and plugged it into the wall. She also attached a blood pressure cuff and oxygen probe that she said would stay on for now for monitoring. Elliot felt like all the devices only made Cliff look sicker. Anna swabbed Cliff’s nose, which made him cough harshly to the point of gagging, and then got ready to insert an IV.

Cliff looked to Elliot in panic, swallowing rapidly. ‘Faint,’ he mouthed to Elliot helplessly. “Um, I think he passes out when there’s needles,” Elliot spoke up for him. Cliff nodded gratefully.

“Well you’re in the right place if you do,” Nurse Anna said. She lowered the head of the stretcher and told Elliot to hold Cliff’s hand as she looked for a vein in his other arm. “I’ll go super quick,” she reassured them, and she was right. It was quick. But Cliff turned sheet white and got really sweaty and by the time she’d collected enough tubes of blood, flushed and secured the hub and hooked him up to a bag of fluids, Cliff was barely conscious. “Don’t worry, it happens,” she said. She put a pillow under Cliff’s legs and told him to breathe deeply through his nose. Elliot found her calm demeanor the only thing keeping him calm, because it seemed terrifying even if it was normal. Cliff followed her directions and eventually gained some color back. Anna said his blood pressure was coming back up and that he should just lie there with his feet up for a few more minutes, then left the room.

“I’m sorry,” Cliff apologized miserably for the tenth time since they’d come back here.

“Baby, please, stop apologizing,” Elliot told him. “You’re here because you have to be and you’re not doing anything bad or wrong. Just rest.”

Cliff’s eyes filled with tears and he covered them with his forearm. “I suck,” he whimpered, Elliot’s words clearly not having reached him as intended. Elliot sighed and put one hand on Cliff’s head to stroke his sweaty hair. It wasn’t worth fighting Cliff on this right now. Elliot just had to be there for him.

Cliff fell asleep to Elliot’s relief. Elliot texted his mom what was going on and hoped this wasn’t as bad as it felt. Cliff snored quietly until a woman came with a huge portable x-ray machine. “Sorry to wake you up,” she said, “Cliff? I’m here to get your x-ray. I’ll go fast.”

Cliff opened his eyes and stared blankly at her. Elliot wasn’t sure if Cliff knew what was going on at this point so he stroked Cliff’s arms and explained, “Cliff? She’s gonna take the pictures of your lungs now.” He helped the x-ray tech manipulate Cliff’s torso so that he was lying on a hard board. Elliot stood in the doorway while they did the films.

“Alright, take a nice deep breath for me and hold it,” the x-ray tech said. “I know, good job, got it. You can cough.” And cough Cliff did, that same desperate wet cough that had made Elliot’s mind up to bring him here. He managed to catch his breath, but it wasn’t over. “One more,” the tech said, moving the boards and machine around to point at Cliff’s side now. “Again. Deep breath. One, two, and good. Let it out.”

This time Cliff didn’t seem able to stop coughing. He coughed until each gasp sounded like a Herculean struggle and Elliot wasn’t sure that any of that air he was gulping in was actually reaching his lungs. The machine that was measuring Cliff’s oxygen levels started to beep and the tech told Elliot she was going to find the nurse. Elliot held on to Cliff and tried to soothe him, but it didn’t seem to work. Cliff just kept coughing until suddenly his eyes flew open and he spewed a sharp wave of vomit from his mouth all the way to the end of the stretcher. Elliot winced, pulling back and trying not to look at the mess. Cliff spluttered and coughed between additional harsh gags that produced little besides a stream of thick brown saliva that pooled in his lap. Elliot prayed the nurse would come in soon and hesitantly rubbed Cliff’s back. He didn’t know what to do and Cliff seemed frozen, unable to lift his head or close his mouth.

Thankfully the nurse showed up then and said, “Oh no!” Oh no was right, Elliot thought anxiously. “Did we just get coughing too hard?” She glanced at Cliff's oxygen levels and turned a small green dial on the wall, which made a quiet hissing noise for a second as the flow of oxygen increased. “Don’t worry hun, we’re going to get you cleaned up.” She found a change of sheets in one of the cupboards behind the stretcher and changed the blankets and top sheet in record time. She checked Cliff’s fluids which were nearly done and then charted standing in the room for a few minutes on her rolling computer.

Cliff was silent, hunched over holding a pink plastic basin in his lap in case of another incident, and Elliot couldn’t tell if he was just out of it or humiliated. The room still smelled of putrid stomach acid; Elliot breathed through his mouth. His phone dinged in his pocket and he saw an alarmed text from his mother. He didn’t have time to reply though, as the doctor walked in at that moment.

“Doctor Jim,” Anna greeted him politely, scooting her computer farther away from the bedside. “He just threw up coughing and I turned up his oxygen.”

“I’m not surprised,” Dr. Jim said. He looked to be in about his forties, was mostly bald and had tiny round glasses that looked too small for his face. “Cliff? I’m Jim, I’m a physician here. How are you doing today?”

Elliot thought that was a stupid question. Cliff looked at Dr. Jim with hazy eyes and mumbled, “Sick.”

“Well, that makes sense. You’ve got yourself a nasty case of double pneumonia,” Dr. Jim said. Elliot’s heart sank. “Has this ever happened to you before?”

Cliff shook his head no. He moved his hand to the edge of the bed that Elliot understood as a silent signal to hold it, which he did. “Well, I think it’s best if we admit you for observation overnight with the vitals you have. I’m going to order two IV antibiotics and some steroids, try and get that swelling down in your lungs and hopefully you’ll be feeling better in no time. How’s that sound?”

Cliff didn’t answer. “That sounds fine,” Elliot said, squeezing Cliff’s hand. “Can I stay with him?”

“Once we move him to the floor, visiting hours are eight to eight,” Dr. Jim said. “But you can stay with him for as long as he’s in the ER.” He turned to Anna and gave a few other orders for Zofran, Tylenol, albuterol and budesonide treatments. It all seemed so casual to them, but Elliot was still disturbed by how sick Cliff looked and seemed to him.

Dr. Jim physically examined Cliff next. Cliff shuddered and Dr. Jim apologized for his cold hands, but Elliot knew that the temperature hadn’t had anything to do with it. He hummed a lot, wrote down some notes, and then left with a “Hope you feel better soon.” Elliot wondered if he told all his patients that, or just the ones who could actually get better soon. Nurse Anna also excused herself to get the ordered medications, leaving Elliot alone with Cliff once again.

“So… pneumonia. That sounds pretty bad,” Elliot said. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt so sick?”

“You were at work. I didn’t want to bother you,” Cliff said in a tiny voice. “And then I tried to text you but none of the letters in my phone made sense.”

Elliot felt his chest clench painfully hearing that. “Cliff, you wouldn’t have bothered me.”

“But I’m bothering you now,” Cliff whimpered.

Elliot frowned. “I didn’t say that.” Silence from Cliff. Elliot sighed and grasped Cliff’s hand in his own. “Cliff, Cliffy, can you look at me?” It took a second, but fever-bright, hazel eyes eventually focused on Elliot. ��You’re my boyfriend. I want you to be okay. Can you at least try to trust me?”

“I do trust you,” Cliff whispered, voice hurt.

“Then let me care about you.”

Cliff fell quiet again and Elliot sat back but kept Cliff’s hand in his. Cliff had his eyes closed, but it didn’t do much to hide the tears that escaped from the corners of them. Elliot didn’t say anything, just brushed them off of Cliff’s cheeks with his sleeve. Once Cliff was asleep, Elliot finally allowed his own silent tears to fall.

Eventually a CNA came to bring Cliff down to the short-stay unit. She rolled Cliff’s stretcher down the hall and into an elevator. Cliff looked nervous and kept glancing at Elliot, making sure he was still right next to him. Elliot always was. They got to a small room that had a real hospital bed in it and the CNA and Elliot both helped Cliff take two steps from the stretcher onto the bed. It was painful for Elliot to see how difficult even this brief transfer was for Cliff, and Cliff started another one of his long coughing spasms afterwards. Elliot rubbed Cliff’s arm, unsure what else he could possibly do to help. “Water,” Cliff croaked hoarsely between deep, rattling coughs.

“Sure. Um…” Elliot looked around him but this room was barely more than an ER bay. It didn’t even have windows. “Let me go check,” he said, and went to go look for the nurse’s station. There were two tired and rather bored looking, middle aged women sitting at computers at the end of the hall. “Excuse me? My boyfriend just got here and he could use some water…”

“I’m almost there,” one of the nurses said, which Elliot thought was a weird thing to say when she very much wasn’t almost there. Regardless, they didn’t seem to like him hovering very much so Elliot went back to Cliff’s room. There was nowhere for him to sit, so he stood at the bedside. Cliff had managed to stop coughing at least.

The nurse, despite her indifferent demeanor, did show up with a little bin that contained hospital socks, meds and a large plastic jug of water. “Clifford Barrows, hmm? I’m Carey. And you are…?” She raised an eyebrow at Elliot.

Suddenly feeling extra protective, Elliot quickly said, “His boyfriend.”

“Alright. Mr. Barrows, are you okay to have Elliot in here?”

Cliff nodded a yes. Elliot thought it was so weird to hear Cliff called by his last name. They seemed too young for that.

“Well, your boyfriend will have to leave after I finish this admission paperwork as visiting hours are over soon, but remind me to get you a chair for tomorrow,” Carey said. She started a myriad of questions, which included Cliff’s emergency contact.

“Make it Elliot,” Cliff said quickly, looking at him. “Um, will my dad know I’m here?”

“You’re eighteen, right? Not unless you tell him,” Carey said. “But I see your dad is the primary insurance holder so he may see the invoice after you’re discharged. It shouldn’t show any details though.”

Cliff grimaced but nodded. At least there would be no confrontation in the actual hospital, Elliot thought to himself. Carey kept asking questions, which ranged from did Cliff smoke to could he walk up a flight of stairs to did he have any plans to hurt himself right now. They seemed a little ridiculous to Elliot, but Cliff was able to answer all of them with simple yes’s and no’s pretty quickly since he was for the most part entirely healthy.

“You’re easy,” Carey said, winking at Cliff. “Boyfriend? Visiting hours are over now honey, so you say your goodbyes and you can come back at 8am tomorrow morning.” Elliot thought she was kind of like those old ladies at diners who yelled at you for your order but called you honey so you couldn’t feel totally attacked.

He nodded and gave Cliff a quick hug. He thought about kissing him, but Cliff didn’t like to be kissed in front of other people so he just squeezed Cliff’s hand instead. “I’ll be back in the morning,” he promised. “Get some rest and tell them if you don’t feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” Cliff said. He looked scared, so Elliot hugged him again and kissed the top of his head this time.

“I love you,” Elliot said. “I know you can be strong for me. You’ve got your phone right here.”

Elliot didn’t look back as he left, because he could feel Cliff’s kicked puppy expression trailing him and knew if he did, it would be ten times harder to leave. He walked to the parking lot without thinking, got in his car, and drove home without Cliff beside him. He made it to the park a block away from his parents’ house before he pulled over and cried for a solid ten minutes.

Cliff was going to be okay, Elliot told himself. Cliff was stronger than he seemed, and realistically Elliot couldn’t be there for him every second of the way. But he’d promised Cliff they weren’t going to the hospital, and then he promised Cliff that he’d be right there next to him the whole time. He’d broken both of these promises and now Cliff was sleeping in a hospital bed, in a tiny room with no windows and only a crotchety old lady to keep an eye on him. Elliot felt just terrible and wondered if he’d made the wrong choice dragging Cliff to the ER. All he wanted was for Cliff to be okay, though, and he really hadn’t seemed okay today.

Elliot wiped his tears away and told himself he had to be strong. This seemed so intense and adult, but Elliot couldn’t let it overwhelm him. He tried to remember the coping mechanisms his therapist had taught him back in high school. Deep breaths. One second at a time. He could do it, and so could Cliff. Elliot turned on the car and returned home by himself.

[Part 4]

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evsstolenhearts · 8 months

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HOLY FUCKING WOW

YOUR A TEENAGER IN THE SHAW PACK AND THEIR TAKING YOU TRICK OR TREATING!!! WHATS THE DAY LIKE?

Requested by @frog-0n-a-l0g <3

Ngl, up until like, last year, I never went to do actual Halloween activities. I live in a house that's very "spiritual" (tarot cards, candles, Crystal's, ect.) So since I had no friends we used halloween as a time to chill mentally, physically, and spiritually and all that.

David: as Elliot mentioned (I'll be mentioning what they said for asher, and milo as well bc he has good ideas), ACTUALLY takes you trick or treating. And will let you bring friends if you wish. I see him and angel living in one of he neighborhood that are fancy and cool, but has no strict rules so people go HARD on the Halloween decorations. Him and angel trail behind as you and your friends run to get candy, having fun and fucking around. David won't let you take anything home made for safty and will watch yall closely, but it's weirdly surreal, he won't admit it but he di have fun. (Totaly didn't think abt how Gabe took the boys trick or treating as kids)

Asher: listen man.... if yall leave no evidence.... David will never know it was yall who TPed and egged his house. Seriously tho, he picks you up and yall go to the store, getting eggs, toilet paper, glitter glue, fake roaches, fake spiders, ect. Probably prepares before hand tbh. Then will buy you a bunch of bags of you favorite candy's and treats <3

Milo: I'm obsessed with the idea Elliot mentioned, that milo takes you to a fair or something, so here's my take on it. Him and Sweetheart TREATING YALL. Bring your friends, yall gonna go to a fair, milo and sweetheart paying, get some pumpkins, then after the fair yall cruising in his black convertible, pumpinks in hand, getting something from a Cafe yall like, then going to their apartment. Carving the pumpkins, then later getting ready in costumes to actually go trick or treating in the rich rich neighborhoods.

Tank: haunted houses. Yall going to haunted houses. And after haunted houses then back to tanks house to forcefully give Sam a makeover. He shall be going trick or treating as a full, media style, vampire. I wouldn't be surprised if he glared at you next pack meeting.

Marie: driving next to yall while you and ur friends trick or treat. No one is completely sure what happened when she took you trick or treating... but you go home at 4am and have been sworn to secrecy.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted shaw pack #redacted shifters #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted marie #redacted teenagers #photos from pinterest set up by me

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Slashers falling in love with a victim updated

So someone requested this before and I wanted to do it again because a lot of my older work sucks a lot. I am working on requests but my baby brain can't work on one thing at a time.

Includes: Thomas Hewitt,, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer

Warnings: Murder and violence mentions, strong language

Thomas Hewitt

Today you went into hell. After a car crash the sheriff brought you back to his house. You saw your friend get tortured and killed on by one. You escaped from the sheriff but met another man. A much scarier man. You escaped into the basement and you’re currently hiding under a table. But a few minutes later the man walks down and makes his way to the table.

You sit, waiting for the man to finally leave. You heard the sheriff call him Thomas. It’s hard to believe that a human is capable of that much evil. He’s standing in front of you now. You hear chopping noises from the top of the table where the body of your friend lays. You’re covering your mouth and feel your muscles cramp at how tense you are. A few minutes later the chopping stops. All you can hear now is your heartbeat.

You shut your eyes and hear him walk away. Before relief can fully wash over you a hand grabs your ankle and pulls you out from under the table. You scream and look up at Thomas. Half of his face is covered by a mask and he’s huge. Not just because you’re on the ground. He was tall when you ran into him earlier. You’re surprised he didn’t rip your leg off.

“You don’t have to do this,” You say. He doesn’t have anything in his hands but you know a knife is close by, “Thomas right? I won’t tell anyone I swear! I really do! You’re a smart guy! Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything I promise,” You’re just now noticing how wet your clothes are getting from the floor. It makes your bones ache and your skin itch but you ignore it,”Please you can’t kill me!” You plead. He’s shown restraint so far, maybe he can show some more. He grabs you from under your arms and lifts you up.

He grabs your wrist tight and leads you to a support beam on the stairs. He grabs some rope and ties your wrists to the beam. You tug at them when he gently strokes your hair before leaving to go upstairs.

Jason Voorhees

Your friends invited you to go on a camping trip with them. You recently had a talk about feeling left out so you assumed that this would be a way to make amends. But you were wrong. Max and Elliot, the couple, were together the entire time and rarely included you. Blake and Oliver were the same. They left you to chop firewood while they went swimming. You walked behind them on the hikes because the trails weren’t big enough. Not like they’d include you anyway. When you tried to join in on the campfire they all said they all just ignored you unless you almost shouted then you would get a simple “cool” or a “oh”. On the third day of this you had enough.

“You guys really suck you know?” You say sliding on your shoes, “If you didn’t want me to come why invite me.” Max scoffs.

“We said you could come if you wanted. We never forced you to join us.” You grab a towel and look at your other friends.

“Well I at least thought you would give a fuck.” You walk away and down to the trail that leads to the dock. You kick acorns along the way mumbling to yourself about your ‘friends’. You finally reach the dock and you slide off your shoes and set down your towel. You jump into the lake and start to swim out. The water is cold but it’s cooling off your hot skin. Drawing closer to the water is Jason. He heard the commotion and grabbed his machete. He watches as you swim in the lake. He looks down the path and hears your friends. He looks back at you then makes his way down the path to your friends.

About ten minutes later you pull yourself back up onto the dock. You lay down on your towel and shut your eyes. You’re gonna leave after tonight. You were supposed to stay for another few days but you can’t stand your friends. You soon feel a pair of eyes watching you. You sit up and look around. You spot a man watching you, hidden in the trees. When you see his mask and machete you’re quick to scramble to your feet and run off the dock. Sticks and thorns poke your bare feet but you keep running. You finally get to the campsite. You grab the ax you used to cut firewood and look around for the man.

You run into your tent and put on a shirt and shoes, grabbing your car keys. You keep the axe in one hand while you run to your car. Inside you find Max and Elliot dead. You let out a scream and spot the man out of the corner of your eye. You drop your keys and turn to him. He’s giant. Taller than anyone you’ve seen before and built like a super human. You keep the axe high waiting for him to do anything. But he never does. He just stands and stares at you for a few minutes, although they felt like hours.

Eventually he turns and walks away. Leaving you confused.

Lester Sinclair

Last night while you were driving, finally getting away from your past you pulled into a wooded area to spend the night in. You slept in your car and something must have happened while you were asleep because when you woke up your fan belt broke. You groan and shut your hood. You grab your bag and walk back over to the road and look out for any cars. Soon an old truck passes by and you wave it down.

“I’m so sorry to bother you but my car broke down and I need a new fan belt. Is there a town nearby?” You ask the man in the car. He takes a puff of his cigarette and nods.

“Ambrose is bout ten miles from here. Ya need a ride?” You nod.

“That would be wonderful thank you sir.” You get in and he chuckles at the title.

“No need to be so formal. I’m Lester.”

“I’m Y/n. This is very nice of you.”

“Well it’s really no problem t’all. I was on my way down there anyway.”

“You’ve got good taste in decorations,” You say watching the deer hooves sway with the movement of the car, “I had some bones back home, but I had to leave them when I moved.”

“Why’s that? Were they just too big?” He asks.

“My ex boyfriend wasn’t the most supportive of my interests.” He frowns now.

“Well Y/n you seem like a nice person, you don’t deserve people treatin ya like that.” Yoy nod.

“I know. You seem like a real nice guy too Lester. Thank you again for driving me into town.”

“No problem t’all. I have to go back there often anyway so why not help out a stranger.” He gives you a smile and you smile back.

“You’ve got a really nice smile. Makes sense it should match the rest of your looks.”

“You’re pretty good lookin yourself. I don’t get many compliments out here ya know?”

“Well you should get more handsome. Maybe I can get your number and we can go out sometime,” Lester pulls into town now, “If you’d like.”

"I would like that. I'd like that a lot," He shuts off the truck, "Now I gotta talk to Bo really quick. He's the owner of the store but you can look around."

"Alright then." You and Lester get out of the truck. He lets you in the shop and he makes his way to another section while you look around. You hear muffled talking from the two men. You look over and find Bo with a hand on his face and Lester looking excited. You smile to and go back to looking around the shop.

Bubba Sawyer

Waking up your memory comes flooding back to you. A hitchhiker you picked up went crazy and popped on of your tires. He chased you to a gas station you passed earlier. The old man there said he would help you but he ended up kidnapping you and taking you back to his house. The hitchhiker was there and another man wearing a leather type mask. The last thing you remember was the hitchhiker cutting your finger and putting it in a very old man’s mouth.

You finally wake up dazed and confused. You’re still at the table, tied to a chair while the four men ate like nothing was wrong. You let out a scream and the men howl back at you. Laughing and shouting. All you can do for a few minutes is scream and have them scream back at you. You eventually stop and so do they.

“Please you have to help me!” You shout to the old man, “You can’t let them kill me please!” You beg tugging hard at your restraints.

“He can’t do nothing for you! He’s just the cook!” The hitchhiker says.

“Shut your mouth!” The old man yells back. Their yelling gets drowned out when your eyes turn to the man wearing a leather mask. He’s walking towards you. You try to move away from him but you’re stuck as he moves his hand to hold your jaw. He holds your head in place as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. You cry out and look at the mask. It dawns on you it’s not regular leather. Your cries turn into another scream when realize he’s wearing another persons face.

“I think Bubba likes them!” The hitchhiker shouts. You let out choked cries as the men keep laughing.

“You have to make them stop they can’t kill me! Please make them stop!” You say as Bubba runs his hand over your hair. Your head is turned but you can see him nod. He says something you can’t understand.

“I’m not having any of that. You’re not keeping them.” The old man comments. Bubba turns away from you now, he says something else to the man.

“Bubba does like them!” The hitchhiker shouts, pounding his fists on the table a few times. He gets up and walks over to you, “Bubba’s got a new pet!” He says getting close and poking you. You scream as he laughs and pokes you over and over again, “Bubba’s got a new pet!” He shouts over and over again.

“They’re your responsibility Bubba. I’m not doing a damn thing to help ya.” The old man says.

“You hear that? You’re staying with us for a long time!” The hitchhiker yells. You keep struggling as Bubba keeps petting your head. How are you going to survive this.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer x y/n #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

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bethanydelleman · 11 months

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Kinda of a downer and you don't have to answer this but your post about how one of the austen heroines could die giving birth made me think of how the heroes would grieve. Do you think they would remarry and such?

I don't mind. It's important to remember that in this era (and sometimes even in Western countries today), people aren't only marrying for love. If Mr. Darcy ended up widowed with a daughter, he might think the "right" and responsible thing to do is to marry so there is a mother in the house to look after the child. And having a mistress of the manor was a real job which was even more important when you had children.

I've written this. (it's sad obviously)

Now we know with Georgiana that Darcy is wealthy enough to basically replace a mother with staff (like Mrs. Annesley), but say an Edward Ferrars with five children might require either a wife or a female relation (who basically gets room and board) to manage the house and help with the children's education.

To give an example from a novel, in Wives & Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell, Molly's mother dies when she's very young. Her father is a country surgeon and not that wealthy. He ends up hiring a governess, both to teach Molly and to keep the house respectable (it's heavily implied he wouldn't have if his wife lived). However, when Molly reaches 17 and he realizes she's going to have suitors, he decides to remarry mostly so she has a chaperone. There is another widower in the novel who has only sons, he doesn't remarry and depends on his female relations to entertain.

As for the Jane Austen heroes...

Colonel Brandon and Captain Wentworth both have the kind of romantic personality that would lead me to think that they wouldn't remarry. They also are probably both wealthy enough to cover the lack of a wife with staff. Maybe Sophia Croft could help too ❤️ (Colonel Brandon has some family mentioned too).

Charles Bingley and Henry Tilney I can easily see remarrying, after an appropriate grieving period.

Edmund Bertram got over Mary, I bet he would remarry after Fanny. Just throw him someone wife-shaped (is my disdain for him coming through?) Also, given Fanny's weak state of health, he may be our most likely candidate. Reginald de Courcy would be like Edmund.

As for Edward Ferrars, he is pretty devoted to Elinor, but it depends when she dies. Life is long and can be lonely. I do see grieving taking him longer than the others.

With Mr. Knightley, he just doesn't really leave Highbury (lack of opportunity) and he lived as a bachelor for like, 38 years? So I feel like he's unlikely to remarry if Emma dies. Also, he can invite John and Isabella to live with him.

And Darcy. Firstly, I can see Lady Catherine pushing very hard for him to marry Anne if she's still alive and unmarried. Secondly, he's such a catch that he will definitely have women trying and he does engage in society (keeps a house in London ect.) so he has opportunity. However, he is picky and it took him 28 years to be so bewitched by a woman... I could see it taking him a while to remarry, but not because of grief but because it takes him a while to meet someone else he likes well enough to marry.

Also, just as a note, Jane Austen has very few remarried people in her novels, contrary to what was statistically likely at the time. Mr. Henry Dashwood and Mr. Fraser (Mary Crawford's friend's husband) are exceptions to the general rule. General Tilney, Sir Walter, and Mr. Elliot are some of the very few widowers and only the last one is trying to remarry. There are several widows and as far as I know none of them remarry.

There is speculation that Lady Lucas is a second wife, since Charlotte is 27 and has a 7ish year old brother (The famous Lucas Wine Boy). However, with about 20 years of fertility, this age spread is certainly possible with a single wife.

#question response #jane austen heroes #jane austen #pride and prejudice #mansfield park #sense and sensibility #emma #persuasion #Northanger Abbey #lady susan

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hey, sorry to ask, but could you do a sdv elliot x fisher reader 🤭 if not, that’s alright! i don’t wanna take your time from ya

of course! :D, im not too into elliot’s story but i’ll go based off of what i’ve seen and heard,,,

pairing: (sdv!)elliot/(gn! fisher!)reader

wc: 1.09k

cw: spoilers to elliot’s heart events, mutual pinning, fluff, gender neutral (no gender specific terms), use of platonic nicknames (bucko by willy), established friendship, friends to lovers

wiping your brow and setting your fishing rod to the side, you marveled at your small bounty of sea creatures. having caught three fish, combined with your walk through cindersap forest, plus your stops to greet your neighbors had worn you out.

an exasperated sigh flew past your lips as your legs dangled over the edge of the dock, you knew your work wasn’t done yet. turning back to check the clock on willy’s storefront, you were met with a certain long haired man walking by, gazing off at the water. “OH- my, goodness!” you yelled before chuckling nervously, “you scared me!”

elliot chuckled back softly before his gaze shifted back to the sea, “i thought you’d be used to seeing me by now.” he hummed, “i’m afraid not.” the man playfully chided much to your, just as playful, dismay.

you’ve been living in stardew valley for a while now and built up a decent relationship with elliot. he’d shown you around his cabin numerous times, played his piano for you, and invited you to a book reading he’d hosted in the local museum/library in town. he’s supported you too! in his own ways, of course.

he based a couple of scenes in his books on you, inspired entire books off of the interactions you’ve had, complimented you on your fishing skills along with other things of the sort. you enjoyed it, the brief gleam of joy in his eyes when you tell him you liked a song or excerpt he wrote, it made you want the dream of living in pelican town to never end.

you hadn’t realized it but in the midst of your thinking, elliot had walked away. maybe this was why you weren’t used to him, he’d always been disappearing just as quickly as he appeared. you knew he had his own schedule, but visiting his house was always an option, so you’d do it later.

standing up, you decided to pack up your things and head home, briefly stepping into willy’s to sell any fish that you didn’t need to donate to the junimo at the community center. on your way home, you made a took quick detour to the saloon only to be greeted by elliot once again. you ordered and found a seat with some familiars of the right-corner table of the place.

elliot was spewing his usual poetic nonsense which you couldn’t help but laugh at his slurred tone caused by the strong wine he often drank when he visited. sharing one last chat with clint and willy, you decided to focus more on your food, not wanting to be fatigued the next morning. though, you couldn’t help but notice the not-so-subtle glances elliot was taking from across the saloon.

given you’d been doing the same thing occasionally, you didn’t think he was too. admittedly you were a bit flustered and this didn’t go unnoticed by willy or even ‘the romantically oblivious’ clint. “you should talk to him.” he stated bluntly nearly prompting you to spit out your food. “it’s not like you don’t know the boy, and not to mention we all saw you leaving pierre’s with those flowers.” willy added.

you swallowed your food and grinning defeatedly seeing as your purchase earlier this week outed you. it’s not like you weren’t going to give elliot the bouquet, you’d just been building up the courage to.

“you’re the same person who told me to go for it with emily? seriously? i find that hard to believe.” clint grunted, taking a sip from his stein of beer. “okay, well, don’t act like that. you got with her didn’t you?” you huffed back, waving your fork around before hiding your face behind the glass of your wine—that elliot had bought you earlier that night—in even more defeat. “which is just the reason you should go and splay your feelings to elliot, bucko.” willy prodded matter-of-factly, moving the bottle away from your face.

standing up, you placed a pouch of gold on the table. “i’ll do it. tomorrow. and if i don’t! i owe you both double this!“ you announced catching the attention of sam, sebastian, and abigail—who’d just been a room away—causing them to snicker at your seemingly random announcement.

willy and clint laughed in amusement at the bet, “we’ll take it, i could always use a little extra cash, you haven’t stopped by to process any geodes lately.” clint chortled. “i won’t even owe you a silver dollar!“ you guffawed, snatching up your bottle of wine and heading to the door.

the next day came faster than you’d expected, it almost made you wish you never stepped foot out of that bar with the thought that the night would have gone slower if you hadn’t.

you took your time watering your crops and feeding your animals, hoping that somehow they’d convince you to go give the bouquet to elliot. fortunately you did it yourself, after checking your personal stash you realized you didn’t have enough gold to renovate your home and pay the men for the bet so you’d just have to perk up and confess.

on your way to elliot’s you greeted your friends around town, emily in particular noticing the bouquet and cheering you on before quickly sending you on your way by shoving you out of her house and on your way to the bridge. “you can do this!” she loudly whispered, the giddiness she’d been holding in becoming evident when she spoke. “okay… okay!” you reassured her and yourself.

walking onto the beach, you notice elliot dusting off the old boat that always sat next to his house and luckily enough he’s not quick to notice you just yet.

“ahem… uh. elliot!” you speak out, causing him to look up at you, flashing a brief smile before going back to dusting off his boat. “hello, the weather is just about right for a boat ride. willy says to give it another day though, something about those silly ‘tides’ and such.” elliot replied.

laughing dryly, you nod. “yeah… listen, um, i wanted to give you this.” holding the bouquet down to elliot, you notice his eye slightly widen and you couldn’t help but feel you made a mistake, but you waited for him to confirm your suspicion. “you really feel that way?” the question made you gulp, “i feel that way too!” he said cheerily. letting out an excited yelp, you hopped into the boat and hugged the red head tightly, “thank yoba!” sighing as you slid off of him, elliot gently ruffled your hair.

you felt relived that this was finally off your chest. smiling at elliot, you kissed his cheek and waved a pleased goodbye, breaking off into a run to willy’s not too soon after you left his eyeshot. “i told you i’d do it!” you yelled, swinging the door to his shop open.

THIS WAS LEGIT MY FIRST FIC(on tumblr), i really hope you enjoy, i did my best to proof read and everything

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GUYS GALS AND NON-BINARY PALS I WELCOME YOU TO ‘WHAT I HEADCANON TALIA WOULD WEAR AT HER WEDDING TO BRUCE’!

Disclaimer I am neither Chinese nor Jewish so if there are any Chinese/Jewish fans who want me to change something or correct me on anything feel free to do so! (Ngl gonna make some of it kinda vague since I’m hopping between websites on my phone)

This started as just what Talia would wear to the wedding since as per tradition for those who can afford it Arab brides can have three dresses. But after a bit I got frusterated when she should wear what and ultimately decided to do a chronological order of the wedding. (Not including the engagement party, dinner party, or anything else. Just the night before and forward.)

shoutout to @daminette-56 for being the reason I planned this and to @immortaldino for being the reason I remembered to do this!

The night before is universally a bath night for the bride and groom. Both go to a Hammam (bath house) to get cleaned up and scrubbed down making sure to use pomelo leaves along side their respective choices of scents.

They then get into red and gold pajamas and slippers and at the right hour, the hair ceremony can begin. They sit in front of a window as a relative of good fortune combs their hair four times with blessings. They struggled to find a relative of good fortune but thankfully Talia was able to reach out to relatives on her mom’s side to help out. They were confused at first but realizing her and her fiancé’s bad record with parents decided to help out. (Had to keep a tight lip about the league). Once the ceremony is done and the red yarn and leaves are tied on the bride, the separate families eat and while waiting for the candles and joss sticks to die out the henna ceremony can begin.

After the candle has burned out and they wrap their henna to go to sleep they go to bed and the groom keeps his ribbon and leaves in his pocket for good fortune.

It’s the morning of the day and Talia wakes up early af to get ready. Meanwhile Bruce wakes up and has to take on ‘groom challenges’ trials set for him such as quizzing on Talia (he nails it) food tolerance challenges (just barely passes the spicy test) and finally giving packets of money to Talia’s bridesmaids so he can enter the room where Talia is to find her shoes. Ras made this challenge especially hard since he wasn’t allowed to go all out on the challenges but Bruce being the world’s greatest detective figures it out which brings us to Talia’s first outfit.

And ofc the shoes

After the shoes are found and placed on Talia Bruce carries her over to the tea ceremony. A red tea set with a Double Happiness symbol is used for the tea ceremony, where black tea is sweetened with dried longans, lotus seeds, and red dates. The tea is poured and distributed to paternal parents first, then paternal relatives, then maternal parents to maternal relatives. Afterwards Ras and Alfred give red envelopes of either money or gold.

Bruce: Alfred I couldn’t possibly-

Alfred: Consider it as a future investment for the property damage your future child will inflict Master Bruce.

Bruce: Fair enough.

After the tea ceremony Talia changes and they head to the next area of the wedding. Here Talia dons a white dress and a traditional Arab wedding cloak.

Its here that the Ketubah is read and signed in front of a small audience afterwards Bruce takes off Talia’s cloak and replaces it with a veil for Bedeken. (Apologies if I used the term incorrectly 😅)

Then Bruce walks down the isle towards the chuppa with Alfred, his groomsmen including Clark, Kate, Dr. Elliot (prior to Hush), some relatives and coworkers, and oddly enough both two face and Harley Quinn with Dick as the begrudged flower boy. Then, Talia follows suite with Ras and her bridesmaids. Nyssa, Amla, her closets friends from studying in Cairo and her ballet years, Lois because of Clark, and oddly Selina. They had a mutual agreement that if Selina stole anything her hand would get chopped off and Selina wouldn’t so long as she was in the wedding. Talia figured she could use the extra security and had her as a bridesmaid. Ivy is also a bridesmaid since she and the Al Ghuls tend to plot to save the earth together. (Hence Harley wanting to join)

They exchange vows, have Talia circle Bruce three times, exchange rings, have the seven blessings performed, and then Talia pulls back the veil and Bruce breaks the glass with people cheering.

After that it’s Yichud around lunchtime. Talia and Bruce have a moment to themselves and share a meal in calming silence. They talk for a bit and cry at the fact that their mom/parents couldn’t see this ceremony. They then get their parents (AKA Alfred and Ras) so they can legalize the marriage.

After freshening up it’s time for the reception. Aka, PARTY TIME!!! And Talia’s outfit.

outfit

Shoes

Makeup

Zaffee is their offical entrance as husband and wife with a drummer group following them and you can hear the ladies zaghrouta. The party is officially in full swing and the dancing begins. Naturally Talia leads the dabke but Bruce is no slacker and has no trouble keeping up. How does his wife dance in heels he doesn’t know but deeply admires. It’s a fun night of celebration and dinner is a huge feast of a buffet with different foods from all over the world. At the end of the night (basically 1-3 am) Talia is back in her white dress they dance and it’s the final dance called Hora where Talia and Bruce are lifted in their chairs while holding a kerchief. Afterwards, they’re cutting the cake with a sword (as per Arab tradition). Talia puts back on the cape, and the Newlyweds say goodbye to guests as they drive away in a car wrapped with flowers and a procession follows them honking horns and playing music. They make it to the airport and say goodbye to close family and go off on their honeymoon where a marriage bed made by the fortunate relative is there waiting for them.

They crash and fall asleep immediately.

I’m tired have fun and good night.

here’s Talia’s wedding ring btw. Comes in two for practical reasons idk.

Here is Bruce’s btw

#brutalia #talia al ghul #bruce wayne #brutalia wedding #arab talia al ghul #chinese talia al ghul #jewish bruce wayne #sorry for mistakes #im tired #arab #arab weddings #ras al ghul

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blooming-violets · 2 years

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Halloween fluff idea: Peter and wife taking his kids trick or treating! Bonus points if they visit Aunt May’s house to surprise her.

Peter, you, and the twins: Claire and Benjy.

It's the first Halloween that they're old enough to appreciate what Trick-or-Treating is. They're both so excited to dress up and go out.

Earlier that year, Peter showed them E.T for the first the time. You thought they were way too young to see that movie but he insisted that he saw it at their age so it was fine. Both kids cried and were terrified through the whole thing but, afterwards, screamed that they wanted to watch it again. It became their favorite movie.

Cue the costumes:

Peter put them together all by himself. It wasn't that hard but he really wanted them to nail the look. He's very proud of it and the kids love it.

On Halloween evening, Peter loads everyone into the car and drives over to May’s house. She doesn’t know that they’re coming, thinking that they’ll go Trick-or-Treating in their own neighborhood.

“Hurry, go knock on the door,” Peter whispered to his two toddlers as he placed them in May’s driveway. “And, remember, what do you say when she answers?”

“Trick-or-Treat!” They both parroted back to him, their tiny voices syncing together into one.

“Good job,” he smiled proudly at them. Peter slipped his arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head. “May is going to lose it. I used to make her watch E.T. with me all the time when I was little.”

The twins both excitedly knocked on the front door, their tiny fists banging away, while you and Peter strode up the walkway. It took May only a minute to answer. She opened the door with a smile, wearing a witch hat, and cradled a large bowl of candy in her arms. Her eyes lit up when she saw her great niece and nephew standing in front of her with giant, matching smiles.

“Auntie May!” Benjy jumped up and down in front of her, over the moon to see his favorite person in the world.

“No,” Claire chastised him, already taking the lead in any situation. “You supposed to say Trick-o-Treat.”

Benjy nodded, taking the orders from his sister, “Tw’ick-O-Tw’eat!”

May laughed and bent down to see them, “Oh my, don’t you two look wonderful. Where have my Claire Bear and Benjy Boy gone? All I see are Elliot and Gertie.”

The twins giggled and Claire held out her arms, “It really is us, Auntie May! We’re dressed up!”

“What?” She pretended to rub her eyes and reexamine them, giving a quiet gasp. “You’re right! It is you.”

Benjy held up his orange plastic pumpkin, “Daddy said if we said tw’ick-o-tw’eat then you give us candy. I thinks you forgetting something, Auntie.”

Peter rolled his eyes at you with a smile. Leave it to Benjy to have nothing but candy on the mind. May held out the bowl and let them each pick two pieces to put in their buckets.

“What do you say?” You reminded the kids.

“Thank you!” They both shouted at the same time. Benjy was already tearing into the piece of chocolate he was given. You were certain his face would be covered with it within the next hour.

Peter untangled himself from your side and stepped around the kids to pull May into a hug, “How you doing? Enjoy the Halloween surprise?”

She gave his side a soft smack, “You told me you were taking the kids around your neighborhood, you liar.”

He laughed, “Sorry. That was the plan but they insisted they needed to Trick-or-Treat at your house. They want you to come with us. Wait until you see Benji’s tricycle. I stuck a basket to the front and bought an E.T. to stick in. I know you. I know you’ll want to get a million pictures of them before the sun fully sets.”

May looked down the street, taking note of the few kids already starting their night, “But who will hand out candy?”

“Leave it on the porch. It’ll be fine. If some asshole kid steals it all then, oh well, they steal it all.”

“Asshole!” Claire piped up from under Peter’s legs. She was too smart for her own good. She knew whenever a bad word was said and she loved to repeat it, knowing it would get reaction from the adults.

You shot your husband an unamused look, “Language, Peter.”

May shook her head in feigned disappointed at her nephew, trying to hide her smile, and turned her attention down to Claire, “You’re daddy is in big trouble.”

She nodded back with wide eyes, “He should get a time out on the time out chair.”

You agreed, “You know what to do.” You pointed to the top step of the porch. “Time out, Peter.”

He gave an exasperated sigh, putting on a show for the kids, as he slumped down on the top step. His head hung low as his bottom lip pouted out.

Claire went and sat next to him, resting her head on his arm, “It’s okay, daddy. You just gotta say sorry to mommy for saying bad words. Then you can get up again.”

Peter looked up at you with big, round eyes, milking this for all it was worth, “I’m sorry, mommy, for saying bad words.”

You did your best to hide the snort of laughter that desperately wanted to come out. You took a deep breath and nodded, “Thank you. You can get up now.”

“You did it, daddy!” Claire jumped up with him.

Peter’s attention turned to Benjy who had gone unusually quiet. He was hunched up in the corner, surrounded by a growing pile of wrappers, and stuffing as much of May’s Halloween candy into his mouth as he could.

“Benjamin Parker!” Peter gasped. “You little sneak!”

Benjy looked up with chocolate smearing his lips, “I didn’t do it. It was a ghost.”

“Tell that ghost he’s going to be the next one to get a time out if he doesn’t cut it out.” Peter clapped his hands, letting it slide. It was Halloween, after all. Candy was meant to be eaten. “Alright, children! Get your pumpkins, grab Auntie May, and let’s get Trick-Or-Treating.”

“Yay!” They shouted back.

Claire grabbed her pumpkin bucket and jumped down the stairs. She grabbed hold of your hand and started to tug you down the walkway, excited to get going.

Benjy pushed himself up off the ground and gently took May’s hand, giving her a big, chocolatey smile, “Come on, Auntie May. I’ll share my candy wiff you because you don’t have a bag. We can be Tw’ick-O-Tw’eat buddies.”

“You know,” she whispered to him, gladly taking his hand. “You remind me so much of your daddy when he was little. I’d love to be your buddy tonight.”

Peter hopped down the stairs to wrap his arm back around your waist and placed a kiss to your temple, “I think we’ve got some good kids. Let’s make a date tonight to steal some of their candy after they sleep and watch a scary movie.”

#the amazing spiderman #tasm #peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm x reader #tasm one shot #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #halloween one shot #autumn blurbs #tasm peter parker #tasm peter #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm fic #trick or treat #trick or treat fic #blooming-violets #blooming violets fic #blooming violets

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Could i request a landon and elliot drabble ?? Maybe Lyra wanted them to spend more time together and landon is kind of nervous of making elliot scared since he isn't exactly the most gentle person. But he ends up reading elliot a story until elliot falls asleep in his arms and thats when Lyra comes in and shes like melting at the cuteness and reassurance

sorry for rambling

Of course! This is such a precious idea!

Masterlist

Content: fear of physical abuse, very brief mention of noncon

"You're-You're leaving?" There were tears in Elliot's eyes and his lower lip was wobbling pathetically. He looked so frightened, and the sight all but broke Lyra's heart.

Lyra, Karine, Broderick, and Yvonne were all gathered at the front door, grabbing their coats and bags as they prepared to run their respective errands. Elliot was stood before the group, trembling.

"Only for a bit. It won't be all day, I promise," Lyra assured him.

Karine frowned. "I'm sorry, bud. Broderick, Yvonne, and I have to meet with a colleague about, uh...something. We'll probably be out for the rest of the day."

Yvonne smiled sadly. Placing a gently hand under Elliot's chin, she planted a small kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry, love. We'll be back tonight. Landon will be here to keep you company, all right? We love you." She ruffled his hair a bit a tapped the tip of his nose before giving him a warm smile and walking out the front door. Karine and Broderick were quick to follow her.

Elliot looked up at Lyra as the door shut behind his other teammates, his tears starting to overflow. "Please-Please, don't go."

Lyra sighed. "I'm sorry, sunshine. I just need to head out to the farmer's market to grab a few things. I won't be gone long, and it's like Yvonne said, Landon will be here to protect you. He's ordering pizza as we speak and you'll have the whole house to yourselves. He'll take good care of you, I promise."

Elliot sniffled. Their words did little to quell the growing fear and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. As hard as Landon had been trying, he was still such a large and imposing presence that Elliot couldn't stand to be around. It made Elliot feel so unbelievably guilty, but he couldn't help it. Every time they were alone together, Elliot expected Landon to beat him or humiliate him or force his legs apart.

Lyra could see the panic on Elliot's face and quickly kneeled down in front of him. "Hey," they whispered gently. "It's okay. I promise it's okay. Has Landon ever hurt you before?" Elliot whined and shook his head. "Then why would he start now?

"B-Because n-no one will b-be here to-to s-stop him," Elliot mumbled.

Lyra frowned. "Sunshine, he won't hurt you. I promise. I'll be back as soon as I can. Would it make you feel better if I had a talk with him before I left?" Elliot thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay. Then, wait right here. I'll be right back." With a quick kiss to Elliot's cheek, Lyra stood up and made their way into the kitchen, where Landon was just getting off the phone.

Landon looked up when she entered the room. "Hey, Lye. Pizza's been ordered. How is he?"

Lyra sighed and shook her head. "Not good. He's really scared. He looked like he was about to throw up."

Landon sighed. "Really? I thought he was getting used to me."

Lyra shrugged. "I guess that's only when all of us are in the house. He said that if the rest of us are gone, there's no one to stop you from hurting him."

"But I would never hurt him!" Landon exclaimed.

"I know that, but he doesn't. I need you to be extra gentle with him today, Landon. You two used to be really close, and I want him to trust you again, but that entirely depends on you. You didn't exactly make a great first impression after we rescued him."

Landon rubbed at the headache forming behind his eyes. "I know. I want him to trust me too, but I don't know how to get him to."

Lyra shrugged again. "I can't tell you how to make him trust you. You'll have to figure that out on your own."

Landon rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the pep talk, Lye."

"Figure it out, Landon," Lyra said. "And if you hurt him, I swear to god, I will end you." With that, they turned and left Landon staring out into the living room where Elliot was hugging himself and trembling on the couch. They gave Elliot one last hug before telling him goodbye and walking out the door.

Landon saw Elliot shudder and heard a tiny whimper when the door shut behind Lyra. He was pretty sure he could see Elliot trembling. Landon sighed. He could be gentle. It was just like taking care of Colleen when they were kids, only Elliot's fears were so much deeper and darker than hers.

Landon slowly entered the living room, careful to make his presence known. He didn't want to frighten Elliot by being too quiet. Elliot looked at him briefly before turning his eyes to the ground. Landon shifted his weight nervously. "So, uh...I ordered pizza. Shouldn't take too long to get here, so...I hope you're hungry." Elliot didn't react. "I got your favorite. Pepperoni, sausage, and extra cheese, right?" Elliot still didn't react. He was shutting down, and Landon couldn't let that happen. He had to figure out a way to make Elliot feel safe.

Landon rushed over to him, which only served to make Elliot flinch. Landon silently cursed himself as he sat down in front of Elliot. "Elliot? You okay, bud?"

Elliot looked at him. "Y-Yes, Sir."

Landon's heart dropped. It had been so long since Elliot had called him that. He didn't mean to scare him. "You seem a little on edge. Is there anything I can do?"

"N-No, Sir. I'm o-okay."

Landon sighed. He didn't know what to do. "Would you...like to talk?"

Elliot glanced at him again. "About what, Sir?"

Landon shrugged. "Anything. If something's bothering you, we can talk about it. If there's anything you wanna get off your chest? Or even if you just want to talk about...I don't know, cats or something. We can talk about anything."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Cats, Sir?"

Landon nodded. "Yeah, you like cats, right? I think I remember you saying something like that once."

Elliot's cheeks turned bright red. "Well, I, um...y-yes, Sir."

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I'm not really a huge fan of cats, but we can talk about them if you want. Anything to make you feel more comfortable."

Elliot hunched his shoulders in slightly. "That's okay, Sir. We-We don't have to t-talk about something you-you don't l-like."

"I mean, it's not like I hate them or anything. I'm just not a huge fan of house pets in general."

Elliot nodded. "I-I see." He lowered his head even further and continued to fidget with his hands. He picked at the skin around his fingernails until they were red and raw.

Landon sighed. They weren't getting anywhere. Elliot didn't seem more scared of him, so perhaps that was something to be happy about. Still. Elliot couldn't seem to take the "Sir" title out of his mouth. Landon would need a different strategy. Luckily, he had another idea.

"Wait here, Elliot. I'll be right back," Landon said.

Elliot nodded. "Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

Landon didn't waste any time. He rushed to Yvonne's room and scanned her bookcase. She could've had hundreds of books in there, which Landon supposed wasn't a bad thing. He didn't know what most of them were about, but he wanted something light and fluffy; something that wouldn't stress Elliot out or scare him out of sleep. Eventually, he landed on a thick book called Worlds Away with a picture of a purple Earth ringed in gold on the cover. Reading the synopsis, it seemed like something Elliot would thoroughly enjoy. It was a beautiful book. Landon just hoped it would be enough to help Elliot relax.

Elliot was still in the same position when Landon returned; curled up on the couch with his knees up to his chin.

Landon's heart dropped, but he forced a smile to his face. "Hey, I got a book from Yvonne's room. Thought maybe I could read to you again."

Elliot glanced at the book, then up to Landon, and then back again. His expression was difficult to read. The idea didn't seem to disinterest him, though he didn't seem particularly thrilled by it either.

"That's-That's very kind of you, Sir."

"Yeah? Is that okay with you? I want you to be comfortable, so we don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Elliot nodded. "I-I'd like that, Sir. Thank you very much."

Landon smiled and slowly sat down beside Elliot on the couch, careful to keep a healthy distance between them. He turned to the first page and started to read aloud. It wasn't long before Elliot scooted a little closer in order to see the pages, even though he couldn't read them. Landon gladly tilted the book so that Elliot would follow along, internally sighing in relief that Elliot was comfortable being close to him.

Landon read for so long that he didn't stop until he heard snoring beside him. Landon had just finished chapter twelve when Elliot fell asleep. The boy's head was resting on Landon's shoulder and his mouth was hanging open. Drool dripped from his open lips and onto Landon's t-shirt, but Landon didn't mind. At least the boy could get some rest.

It was then that Landon realized just how heavy his own eyes were. So, he leaned his head on the back on the couch and allowed himself to doze off. He'd never been a particularly avid reader. Perhaps he'd simply done too much reading for one day. Landon was out moments after he closed his eyes.

. . .

Lyra was terrified when they walked through the door. They had no idea what to expect, but they hoped for the best. They'd only been gone a couple hours, but their anxiety had been eating away at them since the moment they'd stepped out the door. Elliot had been so terrified to be alone with Landon. The look on his face was absolutely heartbreaking. Even though Lyra knew that Landon would never do anything to hurt Elliot, there was still a tiny voice in the back of their mind that worried that Elliot's fears had been confirmed.

When they finally stepped through the door, however, what they found washed a flood of relief all throughout their body. Both Elliot and Landon were fast asleep on the couch, a book open on the larger man's lap. There was an untouched box of pizza in front of both of them and a blanket over Elliot's small shoulders.

Lyra smiled and quickly fished their phone out of their bag in order to take a picture before either man could wake up and ruin the precious moment.

I hope you enjoyed!! Poor Landon has no idea how to deal with Elliot, but he's learning and eventually, Elliot will be as comfortable around him as he is around Lyra.

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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Anything For You Part 2.

Sebastian x Reader x Yandere Elliott

Warnings; yandere Elliott, kn!fe, holding hostage, angst, possessive behavior, fighting, bruises, threats against life.

Part one

It had been three years since Sebastian left and started a new life in Zuzu city and almost three years to the day since you married Elliott.

You were starting to love him, maybe even starting to forgive him for what he did. Everything between you two was almost completely normal. Well, as normal as it could get.

Elliott had told everyone that you were sick and kept you in the farm more often than not, but the farm was thriving and even though you hadn't seen everyone as much as you'd like to but you had gotten used to it.

Until Summer hit.

As a surprise to Elliott you were going without him to ask Robin for an upgrade on the house you and Elliott both wanted children but hadn't decided on which adoption agency.

When you entered the shop, and a familiar man leaned against the counter, he'd gotten several piercings now and had started to grow a beard.

"Sebastian?" You said softly.

He turned and met your eyes, you thought he'd be angry, probably scream at you, maybe even leave again.

Was this even real?

"Hey (y/n).." he said "Wanna go on a ride?"

You nod and he takes your hand before going out the door.

"You remember how to hold on?" He asks.

"I think so." You say,

"I'm right here." He says, "Just hang on like I'm your lifeline."

You nod against his back and hold him so hard that it must hurt, but he doesn't say a thing. You two ride to a place you haven't been to in years.

Sebastian parks and shuts off the bike, the view of the city is beautiful in the afternoon. It's always been beautiful, you're about to compliment it when Sebastian gets off the bike and comes to your right side and kisses you firmly on the lips.

You lean into the kiss as tears start to drift down your face.

When you two break apart for air Sebastian wipes away the tears with his thumb and looks at you like you're his reason for smiling.

"Miss me?" You ask trying to lighten the mood.

"Every fucking day." Sebastian says

He pulls you off the bike and takes you to the tree, you want to kiss him again but your loyalty to Elliott clouds your mind.

Sebastian senses the hesitation and pulls you into a hug instead.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers "I should've taken you and left. To hell with everything else (y/n)...I'm just happy you're safe."

"I never thought I'd see you again." You tell him soft enough that you're not sure if he heard you (he certainly did).

"He doesn't hurt you does he?" He asks.

"No." you say, "Never, he threatened to kill himself once after we got into a fight but nothing against me."

Sebastian sighs and looks you in the eyes.

"We can leave together." He says, "Run away to the city or far from there, get a new farm, a new house and we'll be happy."

"I made a vow." You tell him. "I can't break it."

Sebastian nods, you two decided to sit against the tree in each other's arms telling each other everything about your new lives.

"Are you happy with him?" He asks.

"I'm learning to be." You tell him.

"I'm gonna be in town for a few more weeks." He says, "If you let me try and change your mind, at the very least try then I'd appreciate it."

"Try to what?" You ask with big doe eyes.

He smirks and grabs your hand putting it against his heart.

"Try to convince you to leave him and come home."

He takes you home around six, Elliott's waiting at the house pacing around the property, he couldn't find you and normally you're back before seven and no one has seen you all day, but he knew Sebastian was in town and that's all he needed to know.

When you arrive home Elliot's pacing had been moved to the house, you go inside and he relaxed instantly.

"Where have you been?!" He asks. "No has seen you all day!"

"Hey," you say calmly. "I'm here that's all that matters. I was being safe I promise."

He places his hands in the back in the dinning chair and sighs.

"I know.." he says, "You're always safe..especially with your friends."

Your stomach tightens, carefully you set your things down by the door and walk to the dinning room table.

"Friends like Sebastian."

The rooms quiet, he looks up at you in a hurt sort of way. You sigh and nod.

"Yes, I am, I'm always safe with Sebastian. I went to Robin's and we went for a ride and lost track of time."

He sighs through his nose and shakes his head.

"Are you cheating on me with him?"

"What?!" You gasp out. "Elliott no!"

"You know I can't live without you." He says walking towards the bedroom

"I can not function without you (y/n), I need you every moment of my life. I can not have you leave me."

He turns to face you with tears crawling down his face.

"Please don't leave me."

"Elliott." You say going to him, he wraps himself around you and starts to cry.

"Please, hate me all you want just don't go."

His cries break your heart as you hold him against you.

"I'm not going anywhere." You tell him.

A small voice says otherwise in your mind but you shut it down.

"You married me." Elliott says, his grip on you tightening. "Me. Not him."

"Elliott?" You say struggling against his painful grip.

He grabs your forearms painfully and looks at you with obsession, a dangerous kind.

"You married me! You had a chance with him but you chose me! I won't have you go back to him again! Do you understand me?!"

"Let me go!" You yell.

"Answer me!" He yells.

You push away from him and stumble into a wall, you're both panting and looking at each other ready to make your next move.

"You wrote the notes." You tell him. "You broke into my house and watched me sleep, you stole my underwear."

He's silent the entire time.

"When I started dating Sebastian you..you sent me the bouquet to break up with him, then when I didn't you sent me notes explaining how you were going to hurt him and his family.."

You stand straight eyes full of defiance.

"So yes I chose you; but I never really had a choice now did I?"

He's quiet for a moment before speaking

"I did those things to protect you from yourself. We're soulmates (y/n)! You're mine and mine alone!"

"I belong to no one!" You state.

"You belong to me!" Elliott yells. "Sebastian is here for a few more weeks and his family lives here. If you want them to live then you will stay mine. Understand?!"

"if you hurt them I'll never forgive you." You say quietly. "I'll leave you."

"No you won't." Elliott says with a chuckle. "If you even try to I'll kill myself and you wouldn't want that. I know you well enough."

You say nothing, a scowl on your face hardened as stone.

"Now." Elliott says, "Let's go to bed. We have to ask Robbin to make a new room for our baby."

For the next few days Elliott keeps you at home on a leash, it's not until you're able to convince him that you two need to get the room for your baby that he allows you to goes into town but with him at your side.

That morning you and Elliott take the long way to Robin's, it could be to show everyone you belong to him, or to try and find Sebastian, either way it gives you an opportunity, you see Abbi leaving her father's shop when you see her you wave and lower your palm just enough to put your thumb against your palm and close your fingers over it.

She sees it and nods.

"Elliott!" She calls out.

The both of you stop and she catches up to you.

"Look hate to do this but I need (y/n) like right now, I'll walk her back home if it makes you feel better, I know their condition is..delicate right now."

You cringe at the lie Elliott made up for you about a year ago to keep you at home. Elliott assess the situation, he has no real reason to say no and he knows Sebastian doesn't wake up until noon at the latest. So he lets you go and you hand him the materials and money for the new room.

Abbigail takes you to the shop and straight to her bedroom where Sam and Sebastian are on her floor playing video games.

They both turn and Sebastian rushed towards you.

You practically leap to him both of you holding each other as tight as you can.

"I don't have a lot of time." You say pulling away from him, Sebastian takes your hand and nods.

"Elliott knows Sebastian's back and he's threatening the whole family, if I leave he'll kill them all..last night he was so angry.."

You shutter at the memory and the hand that inst holding Sebastian's goes to the spot where he left bruises from his fingers.

Abbigail comes forward and rolls your sleeve up enough to reveal the bruises.

"I thought you said he doesn't hurt you.." Sebastian said softly.

"Never anything like this." Abbigail says, "I've never seen him get physical, it's more emotional and mental damage."

"And since we still have no actual evidence." Sam says shutting off the game, "We're left with nothing."

Sebastian grips your hand and looks at you heartbroken.

"I can take you home." He says, "I can tell mom and Maru and Demetrius to come with me for a few weeks."

"What if he hurts Sam and Abbi." You say.

You squeeze his hand back and shake his head.

"I'm glad I got to see you again Frog man." You say, letting go of his hand.

"(y/n)," Sebastian says, "Please we have to try it, if he's leaving bruises he'll start doing worse. Please let me help you."

You sigh and look away, you want to say yes.

"I'll tell my parents tonight." He says, "Around midnight I'll come get you. Ok?"

You nod and a chorus of relief fills the room, Sebastian pulls you to him and hugs again kissing the top of your head.

Abbigail takes your hand and walks you out of the room back outside where Elliott is waiting.

That night you wait until Elliott is asleep, you're thankful you don't have any pets otherwise this would need more than a days planning. Under the bed you have a bag packed with your essentials, money, some clothes, things you can sell, personal documents, and a knife.

You crawl out of bed and slink under the bed to grab your things, carefully you walk out of the bedroom when the lamp in the bedroom turns on.

"Where are you going?" Elliott asks sitting up.

You want to run but you're frozen where you stand.

"You're leaving me?" Elliott asks. "After all we've been through? After everything I've done for you?!"

He's on you in a second, you don't know how he got to be so strong but your bags in the ground and you're fighting against him. He pushes you into a wall and he's pushing your face against it. You start to yell at him.

"LET ME GO!" You yell, "ELLIOT STOP IT YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

"I'm protecting you!" He growls out, you hear a jingle and you know it's the cuffs. You're fighting harder against him knowing if he gets you those you're done for.

"LET ME GO!" You keep yelling

There's a pounding on the door.

"(y/n)!" Sebastian calls out. "(Y/n) hold on!"

Elliott gets the cuffs on and drags you to a chair, he uses a sweater from your bag to tie you against the chair, and two more to tie your feet to the chair and table.

"This'll be fun!" Elliott says going to the door.

The door swings open and Sebastian sees you for half a second before Elliott is on him.

"You just can't seem to listen can you?!" Elliott says pushing him away from the door. Elliott pulls out a knife from his pocket and holds it up.

"I told you to stay away from them when you first started hanging out with them and now you're back! They're mine! My spouse! My partner! Mine!"

Elliott pounces on hims and the two are fighting in the dirt outside. You can see Elliott and Sebastian both landing punches rolling on the ground.

You're sobbing in the chair doing your best to break free.

The bindings on your feet come loose, you push yourself up and run outside, by that time Elliott's got Sebastian against the ground the life pressing into his throat.

Falling to your knees you scream out; "NO!"

Elliott stops but doesn't look at you.

"Ill stay!" You sob out, "I'll stay forever Elliott I swear, please.."

Sebastian looks at you pleadingly.

"Say you hate him." Elliott says.

"I hate you Sebastian." You scream out the words carving your heart out, "I hate you."

"Just go!" You yell at him, "Leave us alone! Don't come back!"

They still make no movement, Sebastian looks at Elliott with enough hate to kill a man.

"I love you Elliott." You sob out, you feel sick, the tears feeling hot against your cheeks.

"If you love me, please don't kill him. How will our child feel if they ever find out?"

Elliott leans down and says;

"If you don't leave or if you make a move towards either one of us, I'll slit your throat, then theirs"

Sebastian pales and nods, Elliott gets off of him. For a moment Sebastian lays there thinking of what went wrong of what he should've done.

Elliott goes to you and lets you out of the chair and cuffs. You rise and he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your head.

You continue to cry when you see Sebastian get up, he watches you and with one last look he walks away.

You turn to Elliott and cry against him.

"Thank you." You whisper out. "Thank you my husband."

Elliott's heart softens at the sight of you.

"You know what I have to do now right?"

You nod against him.

"Im on the farm and only the farm until you can trust me again."

Elliott chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

"So smart."

You go back into the house where he cuffs you to the bed, and holds you against him, you look up at the ceiling and envision a life you could've had back where you once were three years ago.

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blueikeproductions · 7 months

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The main OCs of my Heathers AU!

From the bottom left to right onwards:

Kara Sweeney: Ram’s kid sister. A bit bratty but a good kid. Knows her brother is gay and keeps his secret, so long as Ram pays her in Crunch bars. On good terms with Veronica, Martha, Braverman and Sputnik, but likes to tease Kurt.

Charlie Chandler: Red Heather’s baby sister. Shares Red’s smug attitude and superiority complex, though she mostly is just copying her sister as a phase. Likes stealing Red’s scrunchies and is typically wearing them on her wrists, hair and ankles. When at the funeral, Veronica overheard Charlie say to Heather’s corpse it was HER time now, which made Veronica concerned, doubly so when Charlie looked at Veronica and gave her a thumbs up. Adores Veronica and views her as her big sister. Likes to mess with JD and has kicked him in the shin more than once.

Sacha “Specs” Silverman: Part of Veronica’s geeky friend group. His nickname comes from the 3D glasses he’s constantly worn since kindergarten. A huge Star Wars and anime fan, extremely loyal to his friends, and a whiz at computers and electronics. He was the leader of the AV club and delegated Braverman and Jamie tasks suited to their skills. He and MacNamara shared a mutual romantic interest but never dated. Specs became the first tragic murder at Sherwood, being tricked into coming on the roof of the school thinking he was meeting MacNamara, but instead was pushed off the roof by a petty Chandler.

Dan Braverman: The main protagonist among the OC cast. Originally born and raised in Hawkins, Indiana, he came to Sherwood when his stepfather got a better job in Ohio. A cheerful, easy going type who doesn’t let high school cliques and stigmas bother him and happily goes to the beat of his own drum. He (along with Tracey, Cheryl, Specs and JD) is naturally viewed as a threat to the Heathers because he can easily make friends with those from other cliques (Tracey from the stoner faction was the first “non geek” friend he made when he moved into town), and the cliques being divided gives the Heathers their authority. Has an interest in comic art and is usually found reading ALF, Transformers or Disney Ducks comics or drawing comics. Braverman is JD’s best friend, and if we’re being honest, his only friend at the start. The two became close friends during Sophomore year at Hawkins High, and after dealing with a problem involving the Upside Down, Dan unexpectedly moved away leaving JD feeling betrayed. Two years later out of sheer luck, the two boys reunited at Sherwood, Ohio, with new challenges putting their friendship to the test.

Bud Dean Sr.: Jason’s grandfather. His only remaining immediate family after Jocelyn and later Bud died. He came to Sherwood to repossess his late son’s assets taken by police when it was learned Bud Jr’s company was committing fraud. Among the assets Sr. wanted to collect was Jason, and like Bud Jr., only really viewed the boy as property and a tax benefit. Bud Sr. also plans to restart the family company, and groom JD to take over, something JD doesn’t want anything to do with, having finally escaped that nightmare. He comes to the Braverman house unexpectedly one day to pick up his “free loading” grandson, and earns the immediate ire of Cassandra Braverman, Dan’s mother

Elliot “Sputnik” Silverman: Spec’s twin brother. Gained his nickname for his admiration of space exploration. While Specs was older and immature at times, Sputnik was the youngest and the more mature one of the two; however, Sputnik lacked confidence, making him an easy target of bullies. His primary tormentors in high school were Kurt’s group, which all the more stung because Sputnik and Kurt used to be great friends when they were younger. Usually relying on Specs, Veronica, Tracey, Dan or JD to protect him, Sputnik’s world was destroyed when his beloved twin died. Sunk into a near endless depression, and wanting to die, he practically tried to make Kurt punch him so hard he’d succumb to it. Kurt, who had since been changing his ways because of Dan, JD and Specs, instead comically cried uncontrollably which then caused a confused Sputnik to start crying. The two reconcile over grief of their past and losing a loved sibling, and mend their friendship then and there.

Jocelyn Heron-Dean: JD’s late mother. A shy, meek person who is kind and caring to her loved ones but struggles with social situations. She had trouble making friends, but in middle school she met Cassandra, Dan and Liam’s future mother, and the two became fast friends. Jocelyn seemed attracted to those with wild/aggressive personalities, a boon when it came to Casey, but a curse when she became smitten with the rich and good looking Bud Dean, who was in the same class as the girls. Come senior year of high school, Jocelyn was talked into eloping with Bud, leaving town to take over his dad’s construction business. Reluctantly, Jocelyn does so, and never saw Casey again. Nine months later and against Bud’s desire for an abortion, she had Jason. Their relationship soured over time, with the stress of constant moving, Bud’s true, cruel nature becoming more apparent, with Jason being the only bright spot in her life at that point, but even that couldn’t last as her mental health deteriorated. Once again, forced between two rough paths, Jocelyn accepts suicide as her only means of escape, reluctantly leaving Jason with Bud. Prior to this, when Jason was still a baby, she considered divorce and getting in touch with Cassandra somehow so she and Jason could stay with her. She would learn through an old acquaintance that Casey was having her own struggles as a recently single mom with a baby boy of her own, and didn’t want to pile on with her own problems, feeling ashamed she left Casey behind in the first place.

Cassandra “Casey” Braverman: Spunky, loud, and a bit chaotic, but stern and commanding when it matters. A big kid at heart, which makes her one of the very few adults in Sherwood to be sympathetic to Veronica and the others’ problems when they’re brought to her attention. In her teen years, she had a wild streak and was part of rough n’ tumble local biker gang, always looking for a thrill. Her first husband was a man called Clay, who resembled a more fit version of Dan with a handlebar mustache. Dan was not a planned baby (and really neither was Liam later), as Dan was the result of a drunk fling out of wedlock. Casey rolled with it, and figured a kid would be an interesting adventure. She and Jocelyn would become good friends in middle school, Casey made the first move to Jocelyn’s surprise, and were inseparable. She would often drag the shy Jocelyn into crazy adventures, the two having a blast together once Jocelyn loosened up during one. The one thing they disagreed on was Bud Dean: Casey hated him and Jocelyn loved him. They had a fight about it senior year that saw Jocelyn choose Bud, and saw Casey hurt, but for her friend’s sake accept her decision. After Jocelyn ran away, Casey suffered her second major loss in Clay, who died in a horrific motorcycle accident just after Dan was born. After parting ways with her biker friends in Hawkins, Indiana, she worked odd jobs there until she met and fell in love with Roland Braverman, a mostly mild mannered young man who fell for her spunky nature. 16 years later, she gave birth to her second child Liam, and a year after, she met Jocelyn’s son Jason who she happily took in when he needed a place to stay.

Liam Braverman: Dan’s baby half brother. The two share a room and Dan tends to watch over him the most. Martha, Veronica, JD and Kurt have assisted in one form or another in taking care of him, but while Liam loves his big brother the most, he took an interest in JD to the point his first words wound up being “Jay-Jay.”

Cheryl Rodgers: One of the popular kids, though she doesn’t view herself as such, and like Braverman, chats with whoever she pleases with which annoys the Heathers. She’s sweet but tragically dim, not realizing when those like Thrash or Green Heather take advantage of her for their own means. Cheryl hates Heather Chandler, and often Red has to make Green or Gold talk to Cheryl to get her to do something Red wants. She’s part of the cheerleaders and very athletic and very limber which makes her popular with boys. She has something of a male harem kink and has a romantic interest in most of her male classmates, but deep down just wants a sweet, smart guy who respects and cherishes her. Despite this, she has an unhealthy obsession with Thrash and Throttle, the biggest and hunkiest guys on the football team… as well as the most aggressive and cruel. She’s on friendly terms with Veronica and Braverman’s group, and joins them on adventures occasionally.

Roland Braverman: Dan’s stepfather. Mild mannered and kind, but is quick to anger when he gets really stressed out, and has a habit of shouting about what’s bothering him. Is the complete opposite of his wife, and the two will butt heads over matters, but they deeply love each other and find a compromise to a given problem. They’re pry the most stable couple in Sherwood, and are fairly open minded about things the other parents like Ram’s tend not to be. He loves his stepson and son to bits, and works hard to make a good future for them, but his work unfortunately consumes a lot of his time so he’s not around as much since they moved to Sherwood.

Toby Throttle: A cold, quiet, highly perceptive and intelligent type. A member of the football team. Comes from one of the rich families of Sherwood like the Heathers and Ram. While he has everything, he’s cruel and blunt and always seems unhappy, indulging in bullying out of a sick desire to feel something. Throttle appears to hate everyone, even his own parents and little brother, with the only one he seems to care about is his best friend and other half Thrash, and even then that’s peculiar because Throttle particularly hates low income people. He’s the counterpart to the loud, boisterous, simpleminded Kurt, and the one who took him in under his wing come high school.

Terrance Thrash: Arrogant, moody, dim, and violently aggressive. Part of the football team. The stock 70’s-80’s teen movie bully. He’s the middle child of a large low income family and tends to be ignored, freeing him to do as he pleases. Like Throttle, he loves to bully his classmates, and throw his weight around. He truly has peaked in high school, with what could be charitably called his best years behind him already. He’s Heather Chandler’s on again off again boyfriend, and while they mostly use each other for sex, there DOES seem to be genuine love between them ala Pete and Peg from Goof Troop. Between the two boys, Thrash does all of the talking, and is often pointed in the right direction by Red/Green Heather or Throttle to stir up trouble. He’s the counterpart to the marginally more intelligent (by comparison) and thoughtful Ram, taking under his wing come high school. He has a disdain for gays, fat chicks and nerds, though he’s thankfully stupid enough to not realize Kurt and Ram are (secretly) gay.

Kelly Kelly: Kurt Kelly’s older sister. A kind, chatty girl who was very popular and loved, who Kurt admired when he was little. Kelly was the one who helped nurture Kurt’s nerdy and sporty interests, along being the only one at the time who was aware Kurt was more into boys and tried helping him understand those feelings. Tragically, she died in a plane crash along with their mother, with it being suggested Kurt’s fall to bullying and his comical behavior was partly him still grieving over his sister. It took JD beating Kurt up to protect Braverman, Spec’s death and Sputnik’s own despair for Kurt to properly move on and return to his true self.

#blueike productions #blueike #heathers the musical #heathers au #heathers #heathers 1989 #heathers movie #heathers ocs #dan braverman #heathers oc

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thatonesquintern13 · 4 months

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📺: the way home - season two

season one recap 🩵

episode one - the space between:

• watching the ‘previously on’ like i didn’t just spend the week recapping it

• thought this was jacob and dell but it’s just another little boy and older lady

• “it will always take you where you need to go.” 👀

• picking up where season one left off. kat and dell were literally JUST healing and now where back to murder boarding

• oh we’re just immediately jumping into the FROZEN pond

• it didn’t work!

• kat you know that’s not how it works !! just get out before you freeze!!!

• oh god now alice is in the pond

• and YEAH we’re BENEATH THE ICE

• ALICE

• KAT DONT YOU KNOW CPR

• CHEST COMPRESSIONS

• oh god alice is back okay

• so much just happened oh my god

• a note for kat on elliot’s door ):

• me and elliot squabbin the next time i see him 😤

• (did anyone else’s school use the word squab around like 2015?? 2016??)

• “if i’ve learned anything these last few months it’s the worst thing to waste is time.” i gUESS!

• now how can a dog time travel 😭 the pond is SICK for that

• “the pond is done with us, allie. we have to be done with it.” we’ll see

• they’re making a pact to stay in the present

• time jump! seven months laterrrr

• hello?? DECODE PARAMORE?!?!

• and kat is jogging through the woods like is this twilight???

• passed elliot’s (still empty) house. hayley williams is right, how did we get here 😭

• ofc kat is listening to decode she’s an emo millennial

• if you think about it this kinda is like twilight. she’s gonna jump off a cliff next probably

• dell landry: bee keeping age!!!

• where’d the horse come from? 🤨

• “hey, boy. who are you?” oh so neither of us know okay

• oh! it’s the last day of school!

• not spencer from school pulling up

• and maybe zoe from school? hard to say

• alice is leaving!? oh going to the states with brady

• “that’s the thing about shared custody, eventually you have to share.” rip /:

• ugh r*chel mention

• “i am screening your next guy! these last two, they’ve been so very disappointing.” LAST TWO!?

• oh she meant brady and elliot 😂

• “brady only disappointed in the later years. we don’t.. we don’t talk about elliot.” yeah still too soon formerly nemesis monica

• lol so new guy leaves (suspiciously 🤨) and kat is like “okay fiiine i’ll take over the herald and hire myself back!! if i must!!!”

• and good for her!

• oh someone’s died 😰

• evelyn goodwin??

• oldest member of the most prestigious (and wealthiest) family in port haven. an institution, dell says!

• linger?more?

• oh elliot has the AUDACITY to send post cards 😤

• yeah, alice you’re right to roll your eyes at him!!

• we’re getting so much landry lore!

• but also more evidence for my jacob is his own ancestor theory

• the landrys were a founding family of port haven with the aforementioned goodwins

• dell talking about HAPPY MEMORIES OF COLTON!!!! 🥹

• we’re throwing a summer partyyyy

• landry ladies kitchen dancing 🥹

• ruined! by brady calling 😤

• oh so kat and alice are on the same wavelength as me. no wonder kat knows so much about her great great whoevers

• they stuck to their word, no pond!

• “yeah, well. elliot’s not around anymore to give us those pearls of wisdom.” “when are you gonna let that go?” no, no. hold that grudge, alice.

• “elliot promised that he would always be there to help, and when we needed him the most […], he bails.” just like the avatar 😪

• can’t help but notice the herald is brighter now that new guy is gone.

• now i know brady isn’t trying to blame KAT for the shared custody thing

• are we ever gonna be introduced to rachel bc now it’s getting suspicious

• “alice is no distraction, she’s the glue” she really is huh 😭

• ooooh evelyn goodwin put the herald in her will???

• kat is going to ✨lingermore✨

• (i’m guess that’s the goodwin estate?)

• “no wonder you turned the herald into a weekly, you’re always here” okay dell kinda ate with that one 😭

• “i’m going up the hill” me: kate bush?

•but also: *eerie music change* “i’m going with you.”

• okay now i’m scared of lingermore

• oh something has Happened here…

• sorry, evelyn saved everything to open a museum and her son was just like “eh oh well. gonna sell.” ??? hate men.

• oooh but now the herald gets it all!!

• now kat has the entire history of port haven at her fingertips! finding jacob has literally never been easier.

• oh something Sinister has Happened here… 😰

• alice! step away from that pond! you promised your mother!!

• oh she’s just coming to say goodbye ):

• girl back up that’s literally how you fell in the first time!!

• oh it’s LITERALLY how she fell in the first time? the bracelet hello???

• i do enjoy that when i gasp now it’s actually stuff i am surprised about

• is dell gonna have flashbacks of her own of this place now?

• she’s just sad about evelyn ):

• you know. this was kinda how dell’s future was looking before kat and alice showed up…

• yeah how is kat supposed to get all these boxes back to the herald

• UM

• why’s this portrait look just like kat 😀

• “MY KATHERINE, 1814” HELLO

• what did evelyn know 👀

• aww the jewelry dish

• we are immediately back to kat and alice keeping secrets from each other 🫠

• she’s a runna she’s a track star 🏃🏻‍♀️

• oh! note’s gone from the door! is elliot back???

• omg he’s back

• “well kat landry!” “oh… elliot augustine…” okayyyy

•god, kat might as well have just said “you look hot” that would’ve been less embarrassing 😭

• (and he does, she was right.)

• why is elliot being weird

• wait. just realized this man LEFT in the MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR??? elliot there’s a TEACHER SHORT- wait they’re canadian…. is there a canadian teacher shortage??

• um but still. in the middle of the year, dawg??

• okay elliot when have you ever “imposed” on the landrys be so for real

• omg kat get up girl you are not playing it cool rn

• “i will never understand why she took elliot’s travels so hard” bc they’re besties??? (also bc that’s her stepdad but we apparently are keeping that a secret)

• dell didn’t notice that kat and alice were literally time traveling but she DID clock kat and elliot and that is, once again, so southern of her.

• “i haven’t seen you wear the bracelet in forever! i was beginning to think you lost it.” hehe about that…

• no actually WHY is elliot so… off i’m starting to not trust this… like go back to the caribbean if you’re gonna be like this

• “somebody had a glow up.” lmao rita!!

• “looks like elliot had what the kids call a hot boy summer” RITA!!!

• oh so alice didn’t know about katelliot and is really just mad bc elliot is her bestie!!!

• “and besides, there is no us, really. right?” ELLIOT YOU’RE THE BIGGEST DUMB DUMB THERE IS

• fumbled the bag

• he didn’t even say GOODBYE!? god what is with these men

• “great party, dell.” 😭😂

• “you better get out there and get a lobster before rita pilfers them all” lol okay great callback

• “[the farm] will always be here waiting for you.” 🥹

• fireworks for colton 😭😭😭😭

• flashbacks for everyone 🥺

• i miss colton landry

• ugh how long are kat and elliot going to pretend they don’t love each other

• alice is connecting dots

• colton and baby elliot 🥺 the club house is always there for him to have a space 😭

• “don’t waste any time, kid. because it’s never guaranteed.” and elliot thought that was a joke?? i-

• *branch snaps* “did you hear that?” WHO CAME BACK 🫵🏽

• “i saw that look between you and elliot. are you two together?” alice you’re far too late

• alice you didn’t ruin anything, sweetie 😭

• kinda rude that i grew up an hour from the beach and never went to a summer bonfire beach party in high school. (i didn’t go to parties in hs who am i kidding)

• oh! we’re being haunted by our past! cool.

• an elliot mixtape!!! IN THE CLUBHOUSE

• aww elliot’s here.

• with a STRONG candian ‘sorry’

• oh they met alice after the last summer cookout… interesting

• i thought “traveling” was a euphemism. but he actually meant time traveling lol

• “i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. i just knew if i saw you, i wouldn’t go.” OKAY AND WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD

• just sitting on the bed nothing crazy

• SCREAMING !!!!!

• grey’s anatomy training 😏

•making out with all for you playing in the background. gonna cry actually.

• elliot apologizing right away 😭 okay there’s the awkward guy i missed

• “i’m not your problem anymore” WHY WOULD SHE SAY THATTTTT

• ALEXA, PLAY EXHILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

• the sad part is, they could just go right back to how they were. like elliot is so willing to be that sounding board for kat.

• but. he blew it. super hard. complete buffoonery.

• “welcome home.” damn she’s cold

• baby nick!!!

• ugh elliot was gonna make his move RIGHT before kat met brady 😭

• so i guess spencer from school and zoe from school are??? no more???

• alice is still hung up on nick 😭 girl he’s old let it gooo

• why are they making her sing rn

• now look you’ve made her get stage fright again. (it’s definitely not the ghosts of her mother’s past coming to haunt her…)

• kat and dell finally getting the mother daughter relationship they deserve??

• is the house called lingmore or lingermore… i need to look this up

• the subtitles are telling me lingermore. dell’s accent is just thick lmao

• oh! see, dell thought evelyn reminded her of herself too.

• “i wanna build back our relationship. i wanna get to know you again.” yup yup yup 🥹

• kat has also noticed that dell is talking about colton and jacob in a positive light now

• “no more regrets, only resets” dell would kill on facebook

• ugh, i know Something is going to happen and it’s gonna ruin everything we accomplished in this scene

• um why are we back at the “did you hear that” scene 😰

• WHO IS THAT!?!?? 🫵🏽

• colton???? new guy?????? JACOB!?!?!?

• oh my god

• the blurry polaroid!!

• alice and kat sharing their secrets! season of healing!

• kat don’t let her manipulate you like this!

• okay or do. whatever.

• wait elliot send that text 😭 you gotta be the one to fix this, dude.

• neighbor!? who is this man???

• they better not be trying to give dell another love interest 😤

• could be elliot’s dad tho? but i doubt it

• suspicious buyer of the neighboring farm????

• the new buyer isn’t going to lease the fields sooo what does that mean 😅

• dell is going to be losing money?

• AND WHOSE HORSE IS THIS

• don’t tell me that horse jumped in the pond 🤧

• mother daughter pond jump 🤪

• “it’ll take us where we need to go” what could go wrong! 😀

• BABY ELLIOT!?

• has present elliot been LYING to present kat this whole time??????

• if i got sent to 1814- hold up who is that

• not the gun

• HELLO

• grey’s anatomy training (dying in a horrific way)

• um. okay 😀

fin.

#DAWG #watching weekly is going to be soooo frustrating #i need to know what happens immediately 😭#the way home #hallmark

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