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the-name-is-z · 26 days

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SKELETONS | ch. 16

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Summary: Iris quickly recovers from her accident and has a brief discussion with Daryl. Rick decides the group needs to know a little more self-defence. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; recovering from a car accident, daryl being sentimental (yes, deserving of a warning), discussion of surgery, training a kid to use knives, walker dismemberment

Chapter 16 - Recover

When they pulled in and Iris shambled off of the bike, she ignored Daryl as she staggered toward the camp. Andrea, Lori, Carl, Dale and T-Dog came rushing toward her. Shane was nowhere to be seen, and she was glad for it.

“Oh my god, are you alright? What happened?” Lori asked.

“Fuckin’ deer.” Iris mumbled, reaching up to touch her head wound and scratching off some of the blood. “I’m fine.”

“Come on, let’s make sure you’re alright.” Dale beckoned, pulling her into the house. Andrea handed her a glass of water.

“Thanks.” She mumbled. Carl came in quick, followed by an exasperated Lori.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie, I never meant for this—“ Lori began.

“It’s alright. Not your fault. I’m sorry I couldn’t bring them back.” Iris replied, her speech a little slurred. Lori shook her head.

“Shane went to find them.” She murmured. Iris nodded, running a hand over her face.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Carl said, offering her a smile. Iris tried to reciprocate, flicking his large hat.

“Thanks, cowboy.” She replied.

Daryl peered through the window into the sitting room from sitting on top of his bike, messing with the rubber of the grips.

Beth was still dehydrated and catatonic in the morning, and Iris was annoyed at the throbbing headache in her brain by the name of Daryl Dixon. Also, the real, painfully throbbing headache from her concussion. Just thinking about their conversation irritated her. Not because she was genuinely mad, because she wasn’t. But because an argument like that was so incredibly childish given the circumstances. It was petty and ridiculous, and had no real merit. She knew it, Daryl knew it, and yet it sort of felt good to just let off a little bit of steam. But not at the expense of a concussion.

Iris stepped into the bedroom of the farmhouse to see Maggie sitting beside her sister, stroking her hair. She had her hand clutched tightly around Beth’s, small tears in her eyes.

“How’s she doing?” Iris asked.

“Okay, as far as I can tell.” Maggie murmured.

“Do you need anything?” Iris asked, tilting her head. Maggie offered her a small smile.

“Nah, I just wish my dad was here.” She replied.

“She’s a strong kid.” Iris stated and Maggie nodded, more tears lining her eyes.

“I was just reminding her about— nevermind.” She murmured.

“About what? I’d love to hear…” Iris replied softly.

“My dad would die if he heard this.” Maggie grinned. “My first summer back from college, I drove home, dumped my stuff off, went straight out to the stable for a ride. My family comes back from church and Beth grabs my things and starts unpacking my stuff upstairs.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Yeah, until this one here starts rifling through my backpack. She finds this little plastic container with these pink and green candies inside.” Maggie continues. Iris smirked knowingly, nodding along. “She didn’t even know I was on the pill. She was so freaked out by the idea of me, boys and sex that she runs outside and chucks them in the duck pond. And I ride up, I see this, I’m screaming. She’s crying and Shawn runs outside, thinks one of us is drowning.

Soon as he figures out what’s going on, the jerk busts out laughing so loud that my horse rears up and gets mud all over the three of us. My dad comes out, ‘what the heck is going on out here?!’ and she turns around, bats her eyelids and says, ‘we’re just swimming, daddy.’ In her Sunday dress, all covered in snot and mud.” She stopped, sniffing as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Rick, and Glenn, they'll get Hershel. They’ll be back soon and she’ll be up and at ‘em.” Iris consoled. Maggie nodded.

“Glenn’s a good guy.” She murmured.

“Yeah, he is.” Iris replied, offering a teasing grin. Maggie huffed at her expression, rolling her eyes playfully.

“You sure you wanna come?” Shane asked as he and Daryl loaded the back of the SUV with weapons. Daryl looked slightly out of place wearing a shirt with sleeves, his red bandana tied around his neck. He did have his angel-wing leather vest, however, which eerily reminded Iris of home.

“Bite me, Shane.” Iris replied sweetly, offering a smile as she double-checked all her knives. Daryl’s lips curled up at the corner and he looked up, seeing Iris turn away from him. Shane raised an eyebrow, exhaling through his nose as he slammed the trunk shut. T-Dog and Andrea walked over, bringing over some food for the road, just in case.

“Guys.” Andrea said, pointing to the road. A red chevy was driving toward the farm, rather quickly. They didn’t stop at the camp, instead pulling right up to the house. Carl and Lori came out right away, everyone at the camp jogging to meet them. Rick, Hershel and Glenn got out of the truck, present and accounted for, and seemingly unharmed.

“Dad!” Carl cried, leaping into his arms. Rick embraced him tightly, Lori joining quick. Maggie ran out and Hershel stepped forward, expecting to meet her, but she sidestepped him, hugging Glenn instead. Iris’ eyebrows shot up but she didn’t say anything as Hershel scoffed, walking toward Patricia.

“Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery.” He instructed sharply.

“Surgery?” Iris asked, frowning.

“Who the hell is that?” T-Dog asked, pointing to the unknown kid sitting in the backseat of the chevy. There was a strip of red fabric over his eyes like a blindfold, but he seemed either asleep or unconscious. His lips were pretty pale, and Iris suspected the kid was the one who was injured.

“That’s Randall.” Glenn answered, seemingly over-it. Daryl, Andrea, T-Dog and Dale approached him while Iris approached Rick with a few others, expecting an explanation.

“We couldn’t just leave him behind.” Rick offered once they all got reacquainted, gathering together in Hershel’s dining room. “He would’ve bled out, if he lived that long.”

“It’s gotten bad in town.” Glenn stated, shaking his head.

“What do we do with him?” Andrea asked.

“I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he’ll probably have nerve damage. Won’t be on his feet for at least a week.” Hershel announced, wiping his hands with a cloth as he walked into the room.

“Do we want him to be on his feet? We don’t know this kid.” Iris murmured.

“He’s just a kid.” Rick replied. “But once he’s up, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way.”

“Isn’t that the same as leaving him for the walkers?” Andrea asked.

“Nope.” Iris said pointedly.

“He’ll have a fighting chance.” Rick agreed, nodding.

“Just gonna let him go?” Shane asked with a scoff. “He knows where we are.”

“He was blindfolded the whole way here. He’s not a threat.” Rick retorted.

“Not a threat. How many of them were there? You killed three of their men, took one of them hostage, but they just ain’t gonna come looking?”

“They left him for dead. No one is looking.”

“We should still post a guard.” T-Dog murmured.

“He’s out cold right now, will be for hours.” Hershel explained.

“You know what? I’m gonna go get him some flowers and candy.” Shane spat. “Look at this, folks! We back in fantasyland.”

“You know, we haven’t even dealt with what you did at my barn yet.” Hershel said loudly, stepping toward Shane as he meant to leave. “Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all— This is my farm. I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. So do us both a favour— keep your mouth shut.” Iris grinned widely. Shane sucked on a tooth, sighing as he looked over everyone around the table. He spun on his heel and left.

The group slowly dispersed, cooling off as they got back into their rounds of… as close to normalcy as they could get. Iris leaned her head back as she stood in the sun, letting her skin soak up some vitamins before she went to sit in the shade. She heard the tall grass crunching behind her and opened one eye, looking at Daryl as he stood, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“If it isn’t my hero.” She murmured. She wasn’t mad about it anymore, but she wouldn’t let everything go right away.

“Don’t call me that.” He replied softly. She opened one eye again, turning to face him. “I ain’t your hero, and you ain’t mine. But you saved my life, and I saved yours. We’re even.”

“Are we?” Iris replied, raising an eyebrow. Daryl paused, looking down at his feet before shaking his head.

“Nah.” He muttered, stepping closer. Iris froze, unsure of his actions before he grabbed her hand and placed his red bandana into it, closing her fingers before letting it drop. She held it up before looking to him.

“What’s this for?”

“’s so it’s an even trade.” He replied simply. For the one she’d ripped and given him, to staunch his bleeding. At least, if she needed this one to save her life, it was already red. Her face softened as she looked down at the bandana in her hands, and he was almost uncomfortable with how genuinely she looked at him next.

“Thank you.” She said softly. He said nothing in return, simply nodding before turning and making his way back toward his tent. Iris didn’t think he, or anyone, frankly, noticed how much that bandana meant to her. But over the past week or so, she had found herself reaching for it and finding it gone. Now, at least, she had this one.

Daryl didn’t bother to mention that he had also asked Carol if she could help him remove the stains from her old one and try to sew it back together.

Dale let Iris know that he’d explained to Rick how he felt about Shane, and what Shane had said to them. Each threat, each choice, each part of Shane that made him a danger to the group. And Rick took Shane on a little drive to set it all straight. Well, to drop off Randall as well, but to set Shane straight was a big part of it. Iris understood how Rick thought he should do things, but Shane was as much of a ticking time bomb as the damn CDC. Except his actions weren’t triggered by the ramblings of a crazy doctor, it was all him.

Iris… she didn’t think Shane was going to make it. He was going to blow, or he was going to get exiled by the group, or he was going to be killed, or die. He wouldn’t do any of it without a fight, but the way Shane did things was not what built a long term community. An army, maybe. A group of crazed survivalists, but not a community. Not what the world needed.

“Iris.” Rick called, stalking across the camp. The triumphant leader returns.

“Yeah.” She called, looking up from her knife collection.

“Shane and I spoke, and we agreed that we need to start using our knives more. To keep quiet and save ammunition. Take a page from your book.” He explained, gesturing vaguely to her weaponry. She nodded, tipping an invisible hat dramatically. Rick’s lips quirked upward and he took a breath. He took everything so seriously. “I was hoping you could give us some direction at some point. Best ways to take down a walker with a knife, face to face or from a distance.”

“I’m not opposed, for sure. But the throwing thing, that comes from years of pre-walker practice.” Iris explained, sitting back and looking up as he squatted down next to her. She picked up a throwing knife, aiming and letting it fly. About twenty feet away, T-Dog lurched to the left as the knife embedded itself in a target she’d carved. “Sorry!” She called. He made a face, waving her off. Rick chuckled.

“Alright then. Face to face it is.” He agreed. “Can you start with Carl?” He asked. Iris blinked, but that was the only surprise she would show.

“Of course.” She nodded, shaking his hand as he got up and walked off to his next leadership task. She turned to see him kicking rocks up and down the road. He looked rather bored. “Hey, cowboy!”

“Yeah?” He asked. Iris waved him over and he started running, meeting halfway.

“Your dad wants me to teach you some knife skills. You in?” She asked. He grinned.

“Okay, we’ll start with this one, alright?” They were a little ways in the forest and she handed him an average size knife. Long enough, sharp enough, small enough. Lori and Rick both knew where they were and Carol volunteered to come with, to watch and learn. “This is a pretty standard size, good for learning. You can keep that one, okay? But you take care of it like a chef, you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am.” He agreed, flashing a grin.

“Now you can grip it forward, or you can grip it backward, but however you grip you stick with it so you don’t drop the knife. This determines how you stab the walker.” She explained. “Now the method that works the best is to take it down first, especially because a lot of ‘em are gonna be taller than you till you grow, okay?”

“Okay.” He stood up, copying her stance and she smiled. She whistled sharply, and a single walker groaned as it started toward them in the forest.

“You wanna kick out their knee. So you can do this from the front or behind, whichever is safest in the moment. From the front, you can either kick it out to break it, and the walker falls pretty straight, or you pull, and they fall toward you. That’s a little more dangerous. From the back, you kick forward so they fall away from you.” She explained. Once the walker got close enough, she demonstrated, and the walker slumped to the ground without much fight.

“What happens if it doesn’t fall the right way?” Carl asked.

“What matters is it gets on the ground and that you feel in control. If you panic, it gets unsafe.” Iris replied. "Now once the walker is on the ground, you pin ‘em. If they fall on their front, put your foot right here at the base of their neck, between their shoulders. Pins their head and arms sort of at the same time.” She replied. “C’mere, put your foot up, see how hard you have to hold it?”

“It’s strong.” He grunted, the walker fighting against the ground.

“Mhm. Don’t underestimate them, alright? They might be mindless but that means they’ll do whatever it takes to sink their teeth in.” Iris warned. Carl nodded. She took over again, finding it much easier with more practice. “Here, I’ll dismember squirmy here for our practice.” She reached down with a longer knife, cutting off the walker’s arms so he couldn’t reach for them. Iris tossed them somewhere in the woods.

“Gross.” Carl recoiled, covering his nose because of the smell.

“Get used to it, cowboy.” Iris grinned. “Now until you get stronger, it’s better to find the weaker places on the skull to stab them. That means eyes, under the chin, in the ear, or here.” She pointed to places on her own head. “You can feel on your own head for the soft parts versus the thick skull.”

“Like right here?” He asked, pointing to a particularly soft spot on his own head.

“Bingo, little man.” She agreed. “Now why would it be better to choose a soft spot?”

“Because its easier to stab?” He asked.

“That’s half of it. Wanna venture a guess, Carol?” Iris called, catching her attention. Carol shrugged.

“So it’s easier to pull out?” She asked. Iris put her fingertip to her nose.

“Exactly. You find yourself in a position where you need to fight off more than one, it’s a hell of a lot easier when your knife doesn’t get stuck because you chose to shove it through some thick bone. These guys might rot, but they rot slow. Now take your time, you can kill this one, okay?”

She motioned to the armless walker she was holding down, and in one swift motion, Carl buried the knife in the base of it’s skull, and it stopped wriggling. He pulled the knife out in a second motion, rubbing the gore off on the walker’s clothes.

“You’re a pro!” She beamed, and Carl grinned back. “You wanna try one now? I think I hear another one coming.”

“I… I’m nervous.” Carl admitted, gripping the knife tight in it’s hand.

“You got this. You watched me, you know how. I’ll be right here, nothing’s gonna happen to you, cowboy.” Iris encouraged. She watched as the smaller walker approached, and Carl ran around to the other side, kicking it’s legs out. Iris smiled as he used both feet to pin it down, planting the knife into it’s skull.

“I did it!” He cried. Iris held up her hand and he gave a gnarly high-five. She half turned, smiling to her other student.

“Your turn, Carol.” She invited. Carol paled a little and cleared her throat.

“I’m okay just watching, for now.” She said quietly, smiling softly at Carl. Iris nodded.

“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind. Let’s go again, cowboy. Try a different direction.”

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handhelld · 9 days

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Some stardew oc shenanigans some ramblings below vv

Farmer Oc is Maverick! He isn't actually the farmer, but more of a farmhand/freeloader on the farm.

Maverick was found by Willy on the shoreline with a ton of ship debris. Maverick had been a ship captain on a crabbing boat, but got caught in a sudden mysterious storm that led to communications failure and then the wreck of his ship and loss of his entire crew. (The green rain)

Maverick was extremely lucky to survive, but lost part of his leg and most of the feeling in his arm as a result of it being wrapped in rope from the mast. (This is what ends up saving him, since it got wrapped so tightly that even when he got knocked out, he stayed floating with the debris instead of sinking.)

Maverick doesn't have anywhere to return to or a place to stay, so the local farmer offers him a room in exchange for helpin' them with the animals.

He drinks a ton though and spends a lot of his nights at the Saloon. He and Shane have a VERY rough start and they end up getting into drunken fights more often than not. Gus has had to kick them out a few times.

Very much enemies to lovers, they skip over the friends part and its very much unhealthy at first but gets better later on as these idiots work out their issues.

Maverick is good friends with Willy, and fishes with him very often. It helps having someone with two working arms to help Mav reel in those fuckin summer Tuna.

Maverick is incredibly gentlemanly to all the ladies in town, Pierre hates his ass because he thought he was flirting with Caroline once. Marnie thinks he's a real charmer and definately smacks shane over the head for saying rude shit about him. Sam had to pull him aside once and be like "My dad is still very much alive, so you better quit it." after seeing him helping Jodi with her groceries. Maverick thinks its fuckin' hilarious because he is very much gay.

The ACTUAL farmer is this weird guy who goes by "Radish" . They rarely speak, have local crypid energy. Sebastian is kinda into them but is also very intimidated by them. Radish is just a weird lil fella. Not even Mav really understands them but they are #1 wingman.

#Crush.png #Crush.oc #Stardew Valley #shane stardew valley

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castielli · 2 years

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pechadream · 1 month

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Hi!!! I saw your post about SDV Farmers! I have 2 OCs! This first message will be about Lizzie!

Lizzie’s farm focuses on flowers and producing local honey! She grows a small batch of crops each season to cook and preserve as jams. She isn’t the best fighter, often rushing out of the mines at the last second or waking up in Harvey’s clinic. She loves gardening and spending time outdoors. Her favorite seasons are spring and summer, she loves seeing the Moonlight Jellies!

She has a massive crush on Shane, bumped into him running into Marnie’s farm to buy a heater and they became fast friends over their love of chickens. She’s been working up the courage to ask him out (and so is Shane).

Her best friends are Sam and Penny, she frequently visits with Evelyn to learn more about gardening, and helps out Jodi, Caroline, and Harvey when she has free time.

She loves stuffed peppers, sunflowers, fish tacos, and strawberry wine! She wasn’t fond of pumpkin pie until she had Caroline’s, now she comes over in the fall for the annual pie making day. She dislikes pickles, diamonds, and spiders!

Ahh she's so pretty!!! Hope I did her enough justice!

#Stardew Valley #Other Farmers #My Art #Alright time for my rambling in the tags 👍#I am very biased because hair is my favorite thing to draw #BUT I LOVE HER HAIR SO MUCHH #Also the bow? 10/10 #I like how her accessories match colors!!#The colors are just 🤌#Also I'd love to hear more about her and Shane‚ they sound very cute-#Oh yeah also- just in general for whoever sees this- I'll be trying to get to each Farmer whenever I can!#I don't wanna get burnt out from this- so I'll be taking my time! (and spending that time gushing about everyone's OCs)

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biggerbetterbat · 8 months

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WITH YOU [7] OPERATION MERLE, OPERATION LAUNDRY

Daryl Dixon x OC (Charlie Reed)

Summary: Together with Rick comes more problems. When the group leaves to find Merle Dixon, Charlie finds out she's not meant to be a housewife and gets herself into trouble.

Warnings: language, violence

Song: Power Little Mix

A/N: Hello! This bad boy took me a while...I'm glad that I can post it finally. Like I said, I'm watching season 10 and I'm already writing chapters to that season. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one and see you tomorrow

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

Charlie was standing next to Glenn, her arm around his shoulders patting it from time to time. He was standing with crossed arms, holding his tears as two men were clearly destroying his car.

"Look at them," he said. "Vultures," Glenn whispered. "Yeah, go on, strip it clean."

"Generators need every drop of fuel they can get. Got no power without it," said Dale and shook his head. "Sorry, Glenn."

"Thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days." Asian boy said.

Charlie bit her lips and nodded, trying not to burst out laughing. "Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday."

They turned their heads to the sound of a car. Shane was back from his trip to the lake. That was probably the furthest he left the camp, and today he wanted to leave it more than any day, because of the unexpected comeback.

"Water's here y'all!" Shane called. " Just a reminder to boil before use." —— The sun was high on the horizon, shining bright as no cloud could be seen on the sky. Amidst the hustle and bustle of survivors going about their tasks, Charlie knelt next to a little girl, offering her a bottle filled with water that Shane brought earlier that day.

"Here you go, Sophia."

"Thanks," she smiled up.

"So, Sophia, tell me more about your life before all this craziness," Charlie said. "Carl always brags about what he was doing before."

"There's nothing to talk about," she shrugged, looking away.

"What were you doing for summer breaks? Any favorite games? Cartoons?"

"I don't know."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"It's just...I'm different than Carl," she said.

Charlie reaches out, squeezing Sophia's hand gently, her expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes. "It's okay. Everyone is different."

"I guess," she nodded.

"Hey, guys! What are you up to?"

"Just talking and resting. Join us,"

Carl plopped down beside them, his energy infectious. "You're doing exercises?"

"Yes, she does. So should you," Charlie said and gave him his book.

"Why? The world ended, there's no school, right?"

"Just do it, Carl."

Her eyes moved to Sophia's movements with a mixture of admiration and sorrow. Despite the harsh realities of their world, Sophia persevered, her determination evident in every stretch and bend. She was so obedient and calm, doing whatever she was told. Meanwhile, Carl's energetic antics contrasted sharply with Sophia's focused demeanor. He joked and laughed, his carefree attitude a stark reminder of the innocence they had lost.

"Do you want to hear a joke?" Carl's question was addressed to the little girl. "What do you call a walker with no legs? A crawler!"

He chuckled at his own joke, but Charlie's expression darkened, her brow furrowing in annoyance. "Seriously, Carl? Jokes about walkers right now?"

"Carl," Sophia gasped. "Show some respect. Those were people once."

Carl's grin faltered, realizing his mistake. "I just wanted to make you smile. I know it's hard around here."

"It's not just about what you meant, Carl," Charlie said. "It's about how you think. We're living in a world where every day is a struggle for survival, and you're making jokes about the dead."

Carl's face fell, his guilt evident, so he didn't say anything but turned around and walked away.

The group was scattered across the clearing, each engrossed in their own tasks. Despite the ever-present threat of danger, there was an air of cautious optimism that permeated the camp, a stubborn refusal to surrender to despair in the face of overwhelming odds. And then, in an instant, everything changed. Everyone's attention was turned towards the woods and their hearts stopped at the sudden scream "Mom!"

"Carl!" Lori screamed and began running towards the source of the noise.

The little boy ran into her spread arms and she hugged him, before examining if he had any scratches.

The rest of the group walked past them to see the horrific picture. All of them were armed in case there was something dangerous. And there was. Dead deer with three arrows in it, but the most disgusting sight was a Walker. It was kneeling and eating the deer.

Charlie grimaced her face because besides that it looked like it was from a horror movie, and the smell was even worse. Her heart started beating faster as fear overcame her lowly. She wasn't safe here anymore. None of them were.

The creature got up as it felt fresher meat, still alive with hot blood in it. He turned to them and started to move towards them. But they were quicker, simply cutting it head.

"It's the first one we've had up here," said Dale. "They never come this far up the mountain."

"Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's why," replied Jim, and hairs raised on her neck.

They heard rustling in the bushes and everyone was expecting more of the Walkers coming from behind them. So all the men got ready, holding up their weapons.

Daryl.

He looked surprised, with squirrels around his body. Dixon didn't expect to see all his camp waiting for him like that, so he stopped. His brows furrowed as he saw the deer with half insides gone.

"Son of a bitch." he cursed. "That's my deer. Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" he was yelling and kicking the dead, rotten, headless body.

"Calm down, son," said Dale. "That's not helping."

"What do you know about it, old man?" he raised his head and walked to Dale. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go to On Golden Pond?" he asked and then turned around pointing at the animal. "I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed-up part right here?" he asked, looking at the damage that Walker did.

"I would not risk that," replied Shane.

"That's a damn shame," he said. "I got some squirrel, about dozen or so. That'll have to do." Daryl looked at Shane who nodded his head at that.

Then the head started to move its jaw, eyes moving in search of somewhere to eat.

"Oh, God," said Amy, holding herself from vomiting.

"Come on, people." huffed Daryl. "What the hell? It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?" he asked while shooting the Walker dead.

"Well he's already angry," said Charlie, when Daryl was gone. "Good luck," she whispered looking at Rick.

Daryl Dixon was going to the camp, looking for his brother. He was already angry, so telling him about Merle would be a clear shot in the knee. Charlie felt sorry for whoever would have to tell him.

Stupid Walker that killed that deer...

"Merle? Merle! Get your ugly ass out here. Got us some squirrel. Let's stew 'em up."

Charlie was looking at him and guilt washed over her. She once had brothers too, and she was close with them once, too. She wasn't supposed to do it, it was not her job. But when she saw him looking around, waiting for his brother to show up and say something stupid, she felt sorry for him. Glenn's words echoed in her head.

"Daryl." Charlie walked up to him before anyone else could. She stood in front of him and lightly touched his shoulder. "Hey." She smiled and tried to look as honest as she could.

He was looking at her with furrowed brows. Not sure why she was touching him, talking to him, and smiling like this at him.

"We need to talk," she said.

"About what?"

"Merle," she said, still looking for the right words. "There was a, uh...tiny itty bitty problem in Atlanta."

"Is he dead?" he asked immediately.

"We're not sure," she answered.

"He either is or he ain't." Daryl raised his voice, clearly angry.

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Rick made his presence known.

"Who are you?" Daryl furrowed his brows.

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes." Daryl mimicked the way that a cop said his name. "You got somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Rick explained. "He's still there."

"Hold on, let me process this." Daryl turned back to Rick and made a few steps. "You're saying that you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!"

"Yeah," Rick said.

Daryl launched his sting of squirrels and attempted to tackle Rick. Shane got involved by shoving Daryl from the side and knocking him down, where Dixon gripped his knife and got back up. Grimes caught Hunter's arm while the other cop grabbed him behind and dragged Daryl backward.

"You best let me go!"

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't," replied Shane.

"Chokehold's illegal!" Daryl groaned as his air access was limited.

"Hey, file a complaint," said Shane, strengthening his grip, who was still fidgeting. "Come on now, we can keep this up all day."

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic," said Rick, looking Daryl in the face. "Do you think we can manage that? Do you think we can manage that?"

Shane forcefully let Daryl go, as he panted heavily.

"What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others," said Rick.

"It's not Rick's fault," interjected T-Dog, who saw the scene as he came back with the wood. "I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" asked annoyed Daryl, still panting for air.

"Well, I dropped it in a drain."

"If it supposed to make me feel better, it don't," he said as he finally got up.

"Maybe this will," said T-Dog. "Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get him...With a padlock."

"It's gotta count for something," added Rick.

"Hell with all y'all!" Daryl yelled and wiped his face to not show tears. "Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him."

"He'll show you," said Charlie, looking at Rick. She couldn't care less about Merle, but seeing Daryl who was usually cold and never showed any emotions, was something that just moved her head."Isn't that right?"

They were sitting around the fire, cooking the squirrels that Daryl prepared. He was angry and his moves were nervous, but apparently there was a person in the camp that couldn't cope with his emotions even more.

"Could you just throw me a bone here, man?" They all heard Shane's voice as he followed Rick. "Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?"

"Hey, choose your words more carefully," said Daryl.

"No, I did. Douchebag's what I meant." Shane answered Daryl's comment. "Merle Dixon...The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying out of thirst."

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me." Rick shook his head. "I can't let a man die of thirst...Me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being." he explained.

"So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?" asked Lori in a skeptical tone.

Charlie could see how mad she was and how annoyed Rick made her. Minutes ago she was so happy that her husband was back and then, suddenly when he didn't want to do what she told him, she just stamped her feet.

Rick, on the other hand, turned to look at Glenn. He knew what he wanted without even telling. Asian boy closed his eyes.

"Oh, come on."

"You know the way," said Rick. "You've been there before...In and out, no problem. You said so yourself." Rick tried to convince Glenn. "It's not fair of me to ask, I know that...but I feel a lot better with you along. I know she would too."

And Glenn sighed, looking at Charlie by the corner of his eyes. She sighed heavily.

"That's just great," said Shane. "Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?"

"Four," said T-Dog.

"My day just gets better and better, don't it?" asked Daryl, who was focused on cleaning his bows.

"You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's crazy cracker ass?" asked T-Dog, annoyed by Daryl's comment.

Archer didn't even look at the man. "Why you?"

"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."

"That's four," said Dale.

"It's not just four." Shane snapped back. "You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick." he turned to his friend. "Come on, you saw that Walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we've got. We need them here. We need them to protect the camp."

"It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns," argued Rick.

"Right, the guns." gasped Glenn and everyone's attention turned to him.

"Wait, what guns?" Shane asked.

"Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left," answered Rick. "I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up."

Shane's eyes light up at the information. His posture changed. From being defensive and angry, he relaxed.

"Ammo?"

"Seven hundred rounds, assorted."

"You went to hell to find us. You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?" said Lori, who saw that she was losing Shane too.

"Dad, I don't want you to go," said Carl.

"To hell with the guns. Shane's right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of our lives, even with guns thrown in." Lori said again, getting up as she saw that Rick still hadn't changed his mind. "Tell me. Make me understand." she huffed.

"I owe that debt to a man I met and his little boy," he said. "Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him."

"What's stopping you?" she asked.

"The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer." Rick said, a little ashamed that he lost something so precious.

"These are our walkies?" Shane asked.

"Yeah."

"So use the CB. What's wrong with that?" Andrea made her idea known.

"The CB's fine," Shane said. "It's the walkies that suck. They're crap. Date back to the '70s, don't match any other bandwidth, not even scanners in our cars."

"I need that bag." he almost whispered to Lori, then he kneeled before his son. "Okay?"

Carl nodded.

"All right."

Daryl was already ready, waiting for a sign so he could get in the car and go find his brother. He was still angry, but the hope that they would find him made him a little bit calmer.

So Charlie walked up to him and leaned on the hood of the car. He gave her not the nicest looks, but softened a little when he realized it was her.

"Be careful, okay?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Because your brother is just not worth it," she answered. "You think he would do it for you?" she asked but didn't get the answer. "You have to come back here in one piece alive."

He looked at her suspiciously. "So I can bring back Rick Grimes and you lover boy?"

"No," she answered. "I mean yes. I mean no." she furrowed her eyebrows herself. "What I mean is...just come back. All three of you, okay?"

He shrugged.

Something warm spread through his body, making him feel bad that he snapped at her. At the end of the day, she was the one who came up with the idea of sending Rick with him to find Merle.

He watched her back as she was walking away from him.

Charlie huffed as she felt her trousers getting wet and her arm going numb from washing someone's shirt. She absolutely hated the situation and honestly would like to be in Atlanta, saving Merle Dixon, but no...she was here, playing housewife.

"Can someone explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?" she asked throwing the garment into the water.

"The world ended," said Amy. "Didn't you get the memo?" she smiled at her friend.

"It's just the way it is." Carol shrugged, focusing on her task. "But I do miss my Maytag." she smiled at Charlie.

"I miss my Benz, my sat nav," said Andrea.

"I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey." Jacquie closed her eyes as if she tried to feel the coffee on her tongue.

"My computer...And texting." sighed Amy.

"I miss my bathtub," said Charlie. "And I miss my Louboutins."

She sighed.

"I miss my vibrator," Andrea confessed.

"Oh!" Jacquie gave her a surprised look.

"Oh, my God." Amy gasped.

They all burst out laughing after quiet and shy Carol looked behind her and said: Me, too. It was the first time they talked like that together.

But the fun didn't last long as Ed approached them and killed the light atmosphere with his presence. "What's so funny?"

Oh, how Charlie hated this man. He was disgusting and thought he deserved everything, just because he's a man. She would kill him in his sleep if she was in Carol's place.

"Just swapping war stories, Ed," said Andrea. "Problem, Ed?"

"Nothing that concerns you," Ed answered rudely. "And you ought to focus on your work. This ain't no comedy club."

Charlie rolled her eyes, not feeling like a housewife even more.

"Ed, tell you what..." she got up and looked at him. "If you don't like how your laundry is done, you're welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here." She threw a wet shirt at him.

"Ain't my job, missy," he said and threw the shirt at her.

Amy was quick to put an arm on her friend's shoulder. "Charlie, don't."

"What is your job, Ed?" Charlie asked anyway. She wasn't afraid of him."Sitting on your ass smoking cigarettes?"

"Well, it sure as hell ain't listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch." said Ed straight into her face and turned to Carol. "Tell you what...come on, let's go."

"I don't think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed." Andrea stepped in.

"And I say it's none of your business," he said and once again turned to Carol. "Come on now. You heard me."

"Carol." Andrea looked at their friend.

"Andrea, please. It doesn't matter." Carol whispered.

"Hey, don't think I won't knock you on your ass just cause you're some college-educated cooze, all right" Ed threatened Andrea and she gasped at his insult. "Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later."

"So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed? Yeah, we've seen them." Jacquie said, entering the discussion.

"Stay out of this. Now come on!" Ed snapped. "You know what? This ain't none of y'all's business. You don't want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now, I'm done talking. Come on."

Carol started following her husband, but Charlie stepped in front of her. "No, no. Carol, you don't have..."

"You don't tell me what! I tell you what!" Ed screamed and pushed Charlie to the side.

Carol was taken. aback at how strong the slap was, but she couldn't focus on that as she saw Charlie was hit too.

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Hi, Mousy! 👋🏻 I hope you've been doing well! ✨ I don't know if these are worth of ideas but I'll leave that to you! It's about the short stories that you wanted ideas from. I pondered the whole day... Here's one of them 😆

So, firstly, I had an idea about your farmer, Julian and my farmer, Ziana. It's based on that one Joja situation with Shane your friend talked to you about, if you remember, hehe (the blue chickens). I would imagine Julian and Ziana were just finished with some farmwork and are resting together (feel free to add more of others' farmers, if you like!) munching some cookies or whatever you can think of (like a picnic maybe?) Ziana has the habit (like me, LOL) who kind of just having random thoughts and questions out of randomness.

So, while they're munching some cookies, Ziana suddenly thinks about Shane's chickens being blue and can't help but think to herself while she's munching on a cookie, finding the thought weird at first. But then she remembered that one time they helped Shane with his Ad video for Joja (you know that cutscene with Emily and Clint as well? Imagine Julian also helping too!) She recalls that Clint turned blue after drinking the Joja Cola. Then Shane also worked with Joja, so...

Everything is a coincidence but it feels right for her conclusion so she just had to ask Julian about this thought... (assuming she's already comfortable with Julian since she tends to ask random questions to those she's comfortable with 😁 The result of doing so is mostly a flick on the forehead from others. Mostly from Isaac 🤣)

How will Julian react upon hearing Ziana's random question? 🤔

It's a funny idea, haha 🤣🤣 For me, at least 😅

I hope this is okay and understandable 😅🙏🏻 My English has worsened lately 🥲

Heeey! Thanks so much for the question! I just got the inspiration for this scenario (the story turned out longer than I thought it would 😅). Hope you like it ❤️

In this story, the main characters are OCs Farmers - Julian (my OC), Ziana (@nimillaarts), Bo (@boinurmom13), and Bella (@ivquatro). Enjoy!

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"The blue chicken theory"

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Many will agree that the middle of spring is the ideal time for a picnic in nature, when the forest has already woken up from its long winter hibernation, and the ground is covered with whole fields of pleasant-smelling flowers; when your skin is blown by a not too cool breeze, and the food is not atacted by pesky midges, which are usually found in summer.

The farmers of the Stardew Valley thought a spring picnic would be a great excuse to get together and relax after the hard work in the fields. Ziana and Julian sat on the edge of a picnic rug on the grass near Marnie's ranch, Bella beside them opening a bottle of homemade juice (everyone had decided to avoid alcohol for this picnic). Bo, having finished helping his friends with the dishes and food, decided to head to the lake with a fishing rod, trying his luck and practising fishing, which, by the way, he hated with all his heart. But, unfortunately to him, fishing is necessary to make some good cash, so Bo trying to learn while he could, and also try not to gag because of the fishy stench.

Bella finally sat down on the rug with the others, pouring apricot juice into her and others mugs.

"Mmm, the cookies is really good!", Ziana was munching contentedly on the four mint cookies Bella had baked just in time for the picnic. Making healthy oatmeal cookies, and at the same time so tasty, is not an easy task, but the red-haired farmer succeed in cooking.

"I can say the same about your homemade juice. I love apricots". Putting the large glass bottle of juice in a basket so the sun wouldn't heat up the drink, Bella took the cranberry rakhat lukum Julian had made from the pretty little plate. Taking a half bite of the sweetness, she hummed a little with pleasure as she chewed the lukum slowly. Julian didn't need any verbal encouragement, as his friend's reaction to the lukum he'd made spoke for itself, so Julian just smiled broadly and began to quench his thirst with apricot juice.

"Hopefully Bo will be back in time from fishing, or his juice will get hot in the sun quickly", Julian said and grabbed from the basket a small avocado and tomato sandwich that Bo had made. The funny thing was that he was the only one who brought salty snacks to the picnic, thinking that "after the sweet stuff, one would immediately crave salty stuff". And he was absolutely right.

While the three farmers were sitting on the picnic rug, chatting and eating tasty snacks, waiting for the fourth farmer to come back from fishing, Jas came back from Pelican Town and excitedly told her uncle, Shane, about something. Behind them, clucking, come three chickens - Charlie, Shane's favorite, and two more, motley, with beautiful blue feathers. When the girl spotted the farmers near her aunt's ranch, she waved her hand in greeting. Shane also raised his hand and smiled weakly - his smile grew a little bigger when Julian, Ziana, and Bella waved back at him and Jas.

"What a beautiful hens! Hehe, so cute!" Ziana gasp, she couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful feathers of chickens.

"Right? So adorable. I even managed to buy two blue chickens from Marnie", Julian was also looking at the chickens, which were noisily stomping around Shane and Jas's feet, begging for attention and pets while Shane tried to open the front door with his key.

"This chickens looks well-fed, and very happy. Still don't understand why Shane still speak about himself so poorly..." Bella recalls with a slightly sad smile a conversation with a pizza and beer lover who was always calling himself worthless in everything he touched. The situation was even worse when Bo told her that he and Julian had found Shane lying near a rock in the rain with a bunch of beer cans. Good thing they'd gotten him to Dr. Harvey in time.

Ziana turned to Bella, looking at her worriedly, and then looked at the ladybug on the rug; she knew about situation with Shane, and the fact that the story had almost ended in tragedy... Even though chicken man often spat caustic phrases and demands for the farmers to leave him alone, Ziana knew that if she got to know him better, and that he actually is a wonderful and interesting friend. She's glad the other farmers gave Shane a chance (although Shane and Bo still exchange sarcasm, and sometimes, when the kids aren't around, heavy swear words).

Julian caught the tone with which Bella said the last sentence and sighed, remembering the feeling of anxiety that they wouldn't get Shane to the clinic in time.

"It's a good thing it all worked out. He said he'd been talking to a therapist for a while now and had even kicked the alcohol habit", Julian set himself up for more positive thoughts, Bella and Ziana nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Shane looked much happier". Ziana smiled softly, still looking at the ladybug and making sure none of her friends inadvertently squashed the little insect. Wanting to change the subject to something more cheerful, Ziana remembered the blue chickens. "How do you think Mr. Shane made his chickens' feathers blue?"

Ziana's question made the other two farmers think for a few moments.

"Well, I don't think he dyes his feathers, the chicks are already born with blue coloring", Julian nodded in confirmation of Bella's words, "So maybe..."

"Goddamn piece of garbage! I hate this fucking fishing! Stupid fish, fucking rod! Bitch ass fucking bullshit!" Before poor Bella could say anything further, all the farmers on the rug were startled by the harsh and loud profanity of Bo, who, stomping loudly and kicking some kind of iron can under his feet, was walking towards his friends. Shane and Jas were also taken aback by the loud noises, but Shane's expression immediately changed from shock to annoyance. He quickly handled the keyhole and led Jas home, covering her ears with his hands just in case so she wouldn't hear any new "unnecessary" words. The chickens quickly followed their owners and the front door to the ranch slammed shut.

Finally, the white-haired "fisherman" reached his friends: his face was still contorted with anger, but he tried to hide it.

"Mr. Bo, what's wrong?", Ziana set the plate of cookies aside so her friend could take off his shoes and sit down next to her on the picnic rug.

Bo sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to settle his headache and calm down.

"Let's just say the fishing hadn't gone well."

He reached for the net he'd thrown on the grass nearby and showed the three farmers his catch. Well, if you could call it a catch: in the net, from which fresh water dripped to the ground, were several empty Joja cola cans, broken disks (also from Joja.co), and slippery green algae hanging from the same net. That can, by the way, that he was kicking, was also his "catch" - an empty iron with the logo of that "beloved corporation", but he didn't put it in the net with the rest of the catch, deciding to take out all his anger on the unfortunate can.

"But why do you need fish? We have plenty of picnic food", Ziana asked again.

"Wha..?" Bo murmur quietly. "Oh, no, I wasn't catching fish to eat, was planning to release fish anyway. I just need experience, like, fishing knowledge, you know? And what kind of experience can I have if I catch shi- uh, I mean garbage, instead of fish?" Bo looked into Ziana's amber eyes and quickly corrected himself. He thinks he's used his entire limit of bad words for the day, especially since he'd hate to vent so much negativity on his friends.

Finally, Bo sat down cross-legged, picked up a plate of loukum and ate his sadness, showing to this world how grumpy and angry he was, cursing quietly the fish, the Joja co. trash, and the day the old fisherman had handed him that damned bamboo rod. Julian and Bella began to take turns comforting him with food and words, agreeing with his negative opinion about the greedy monopoly corporation and their inexcusable attitude toward garbage disposal.

Ziana's attention was suddenly drawn to the cola cans in the net, she stared at them intently for half a minute. After a moment, a question suddenly dawned on her.

"Uh, Mr. Julian? Remember when we helped Shane with his Joja cola commercial project with Clint and Emily?" Julian stopped patting Bo's back in comfort, and looked at Ziana.

"Yeah, of course I remember. Clint had turned blue after drinking that nasty stuff.", Julian's face wrinkled a little at the mere recollection of this "miracle drink" with a lot of sugar, caffeine and Yoba's guess what else, since some people contacted the company with a complaint that their skin turned blue as blueberries. While the change in skin color can be blamed on Clint's worries about Emily, it can usually be a slightly bluish hue rather than a bright blue. Julian also can't forget Bo's light teasing that multicolored young man grumbles over Joja like an old fart. But he knows that Bo wouldn't even want his worst enemy to take a sip of that crap, let alone drink it himself voluntarily.

"I remember by the end of the commercial, Clint was turning blue from soda. I mean, a side effect of that cola is blue skin in some people", Ziana scratched her chin in thought. "And Mr. Shane", she continue, "also works at Joja and he too drinks this cola a lot. Doesn't that mean he pours the soda into the chickens feed to turn their feathers blue?" Ziana finally spoke the question, waiting to see what her friends would say.

Bo snorted and wanted to open his mouth, reply that it was an absurd idea, but he immediately closed his mouth again and his eyes widened at the realization that this theory had a right to exist.

"No. Freaking. Way.", Bo said.

Bella and Julian followed Bo's example: the red-haired girl almost choked on the apple slice she was chewing, and Julian's face expressed the emotion of a man who had just realized that his life was a lie and shambles.

"Huh, it actually makes sense..."

"Don't." Julian replied to Bella, raising his hand in protest. His throat was sharply dry. "I refuse to believe it."

"But man, think about it!" Bo had completely forgotten about his anger over his recent bad fishing trip and was fully immersed in the discussion.

"Shane would never do that to his chickens!" Julian protested.

"But maybe..." Ziana began cautiously, but Julian interrupted her.

"It can't be", the yellow-haired young man replied a little softer to Ziana.

While Bo, Julian and Ziana argued for a minute about the chickens feather theory, Bella pulled back from her shock and said: "Why don't we ask Shane himself?"

The three wranglers looked at Bella, and then all four of them looked directly at the front door of the ranch where they had seen Shane today with Jas.

Bo smiled predatorily. "Time to terrorize people."

"Let's do it better tomorrow, after lunch. We'll rest today." Julian decided to leave the feather coloring debate for tomorrow, returning to the snacks and juice, and his friends decided to follow his example.

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Completed fics (so far)

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There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.

If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

#completed fics #so far

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Meanwhile with DigiAdvs 02 O.C.s

Shanes' Mon: ... SHANE: ...(FLOATING...) {FLOATING...} {Eyes Closed} SHANES' MON: (Shane.) Shane: ... {Sigh} Yeah? Shanes' Mon: ... You've been here a while... Shane: (I was resting.) Shane: Are you concerned for me? I'm fine. Shane: I have these (*holds up Taichi+Daisuke's GOGGLES*) now, so... and Koushiro-...san really upgraded them well. So I can actually SEE where I'm going now when I need to. Shanes' Mon: (It's like you've 'accomodated' yourself.) SHANE: ... (M aybe.) Shane: At the same time, the colors sometimes give me a headache. But Koushiro-san did add in an option that can dim them... but then it's harder to see the signals for "distortions". Shanes' Mon: (But at least, you can still somewhat tell them apart based on the vividness.) Shane: ... (Yeah...) Shane: ... Well, I'm up now, so... Shanes' Mon: (Where are you going from here?) Shane: I don't know. (Mostly I just wanted to "sleep".) Shanes' Mon: ... Shanes' Mon: (But you said, 'want{ED}'.) Shane: Yeah. There's people I want to see again... SHANE: ... But I know they'll wait for me where they can, so there's no major rush. Shanes' Mon: (Are you going to go back to "sleep"?) Shane: (It depends.) Are you going to be there when I open my eyes? SHANES' MON: ... (If you reach out to me.) SHANE: ... Shane: (Yeah, I know.) Guess I gotta wake up then. Shanes' Mon: (As you know, I cannot leave "the Void". But you know how "to communicate" with me.) SHANE: ... Right. (And you know how "to listen".) Shanes' Mon: (You might want to put those goggles back on.) Shane: ('Heh') Honestly, I'm surprised I got this much use out of them, but as said, they're... functional now. SHANE, ADJUSTING GOGGLES: Ready. Shanes' Mon: (Time to 'wake up'.) SHANE, SEEING Darkness ... and Signals: SHANE, OPENING EYES: (*in a bed*) ... ?? ? PATRICK (Shane's sibling): Huh, I thought I heard something...!! ! W-wait, SHANE??? SHANE, Awkwardly raising hand slowly: Um, hi PATRICK, IN AWE: You're at my place--!! ! Shane, nodding: I'm ... home? PATRICK: SHANE: ... (I'm solid.) (I'm not glitching out.) PATRICK: ... Do you still need to rest? Shane: ... Maybe a bit. But later... we can see? PATRICK: That's fine. Just... let me know when you're feeling better. (*closes door carefully*) SHANE, CHECKING GOGGLES: (Still here.) SHANE, CHECKING DIGIVICE: {STILL... Here.} Shane, sighing in relief: (I guess it'd be {REALLY} Bad if even the most powerful 'Mon in all the universe got caught up in 'that'.) SHANES' MON: (They don't Know the half of it.) SHANE: {LAUGHS} ... Hey. Shanes' Mon: (Say hi to Patrick for me.)

#coftff #coftff shane #coftffverse #repeat shane #repeatverse #repeat patrick #repeat koushiro #repeat tri koushiro #meanwhile with digiadvs #meanwhile with shane #meanwhile with digiadvs 02 #oc: shane summer #oc: patrick summer #shane and patrick #oc: shanes mon #shane and shanes mon #yūgami #the distortions #advs timeline: post tri #advs timeline: pre epilogue #verse: post tri #verse: university au tri koushiro #verse: university au #(SHANE 'Patricks going to FLIP when Patrick hears more about you')#(SHANES MON 'I Know')#(S H A N E 'You really did mess up all the enemies' plans huh?')#(SHANES MON 'Not just 'those' ones')#(So basically this is the University A.U. in a post Tri setting thus University A.U. Koushiro is)#({DUN DUN DUN} TRI KOUSHIRO WITH ACCOMODATIONSTM and now SHANE HAS THEM and THE WORLDS WERE {SOMEWHAT} SAVED THE END)#(... FOR NOW)

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Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine (Part 14 of ?)

(Stardew Valley — Shane/Female Farmer/OC)

This chapter is rated NSFW — 4084 words. Blow job and come swallowing amid some wholesomeness. lmfao.

(FYI: Additional chapters of Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine can be found in the Stardew Valley Fic Masterpost link in my blog description. Or, you can click the #green on the vine strawberry wine tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

*****

Shane spent every step back toward the ranch replaying his evening with the farmer, looping specific moments over and over until he was sure they'd imprint on his soul like a fresh brand, raw and searing.

"I love you."

Had she really said the words, or had his desperate sense of longing manifested them from thin air and embedded each syllable into his ear canal like an intangible specter? It was hard enough to reconcile his unabated self-loathing with the reality of Kristen presenting him with a bouquet. He recalled learning of the saccharine tradition among Pelican Town shortly after he and Jas had moved in with Marnie. He'd scoffed and declared it cheesy, confident that he'd never indulge in such a mortifying display. Even while he planned to purchase one at week's end, he wondered if Kristen would laugh and call him a stupid sap.

She would never do that. Just because you despise yourself doesn't mean you get to shove those insecurities onto her , he thought as he kicked a rock in his path and watched as it skittered into the tall summer grass.

It all seemed so surreal in a way that Shane couldn't describe. He wasn't dumb enough to believe that fairy tale romances exist. Hell, every relationship he'd witnessed or been a part of had folded like a house of cards, with the exception of one — Yana and James. If any two people truly loved one another, it was them. Jas was proof of such love, inheriting the best parts of each of them, nurturing their essence even while what remained of their physical bodies merged with the earth, unrecognizable. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.

Bullshit. They shouldn't have died, and no amount of poetic blather will make it okay. They deserved better. Jas deserves better…

Recognizing the infinite void he threatened to spiral into if he kept dwelling on things he couldn't change, Shane felt the seductive pull of some invisible thread guiding him toward a path etched with his footsteps over the years. The ranch was in sight, and those footprints nearly glowed, leading from the front stoop directly toward the faded oak door of the Stardrop Saloon. How many times had his fingers curled around the iron handle and pulled that door open to the aroma of marinara sauce and melted cheese? How many times had he drowned his traitorous memories under foam that bellowed over the rim of a frosted mug? How many times had he spewed them into a bucket, a toilet, Marnie's kitchen sink, his own bed?

You're three days completely sober, Shaney boy. You can stretch it to four. You can do whatever you put your mind to.

Her voice echoed within his skull, almost as clear as a bell. Though, Yana had never seen him at his worst. She didn't have the opportunity to find him passed out on lake docks in lonely forests in the middle of the night. She didn't have to witness him guzzling cans upon cans of Joja brand clearance beer while he sloppily played James' favorite first-person shooter alone. And she certainly didn't have the misfortune to find him neglecting her precious daughter in favor of spending nearly every evening at some small town saloon where everyone surely despised him.

Shame burned the tips of his ears as these thoughts plagued him, especially when he realized that he was glad Yana wasn't alive to discover the deadbeat he'd become. It seemed that Kristen had taken up the torch as his designated babysitter, finding him in every one of those situations and more, drunk off his ass or altogether unconscious. And he'd treated her so horribly in the beginning.

"Who even are you? Fuck off."

"No, I don't care what your name is. Go tell it to someone who gives a shit."

"Why can't you just ignore me like everyone else?"

Anytime her shock of curly auburn hair caught in his peripheral vision, or when the tinkle of her cute giggle wormed its way to his earshot, or when he noticed her dark brown eyes boring a hole through his head as if she could read his every thought, he wanted to scream. She was nice. Too nice. He'd been convinced she'd been put up to befriending him by Marnie, or she had a fucked up savior complex, and he couldn't decide which one was more unappealing.

He wasn't sure exactly when her presence ceased to feel like nails on a chalkboard or the scrapping of a fork across porcelain, but he could acutely pinpoint the night he'd looked her directly in the eye without forcing a scowl. He'd been standing on the edge of the very lake dock his feet found themselves thudding across now, early fall, a crisp chill nipping at his calves while he chased the bottom of his fifth beer can. One remained, and he'd handed it off to the farmer when she saddled herself up beside him without so much as a word in greeting. He supposed she'd grown weary of his insults but somehow still felt compelled to approach him regardless. He supposed he was glad for that.

The booze and his meandering broody thoughts had loosened his lips, confiding things he'd never said aloud to another human being, wondering if she'd look at him in abject horror. It would have been easier that way. Most people, especially those in Pelican Town, didn't like to ponder anything deeper than a mud puddle or a teardrop overflowing a thimble. If the frustratingly adorable farmer had been so shallow, perhaps he might have drank himself into oblivion by now. Instead, she listened — actually listened — and offered nothing more than her companionship, gulping her beer as if it didn't taste like warm piss on a good day.

"A woman after my own heart."

Pathetic. Shane had hated himself the second the cliché phrase tumbled from his mouth and abandoned her shortly after, standing alone in a halo of golden light from the lantern he'd left behind so she wouldn't be stranded in the dark.

He'd dreamt about her for the first time that night. The finer details had slipped from his mind and rolled down the length of his spine in the form of cold sweat by the time he'd stumbled to the bathroom to vomit. Despite telling the farmer that his liver was begging him to stop, he'd done anything but. The bottle of cheap whiskey he'd stashed above his closet door sang to him — a siren with the sweetest lullaby, promising a moonless night devoid of light or conscious thought. He gave in, slipping into the darkness like aching joints into a warm bath. Relief… alongside her freckled face.

Night had fully fallen by the time Shane returned to the present, standing at the edge of the lake dock, fireflies twinkling over the water, reminding him of childhood and Marnie convincing him they were tiny fairies. Even then, Shane had wondered why fairies would waste their time in the presence of a little boy when they probably had important fairy business to attend to. He was nothing. He was no one.

Except, maybe he wasn't. The farmer somehow found worth in him, despite all he'd done to discourage it. And, no matter how hard his self-loathing tried to convince him otherwise, she cared about him. She loved him.

Suddenly feeling light-headed, Shane swayed slightly before stepping back from the edge of the dock, certain that if he looked down, he'd topple headfirst into the lake.

You didn't say it back. Why didn't you say it back? She said you didn't have to, but you should have. You should have said it back.

"Shit," he hissed while running a trembling hand down his face. Summer evening humidity and sweat from his walk clung to his skin, coating his dry palm. A question formed in the back of his mind, the words swirling like a tornado around him while held captive within its tranquil eye.

Do you love her?

The question had never been posed before, so he'd never explicitly ruminated on the answer, even if its certainty had existed for longer than he’d realized. It had crept up on him, slow and undetected, biding its time while sprinkling pinches of adoration here, a drop of dependence there. Until the day he found her bloody and semi-unconscious in her kitchen, terrified that if he lost her, he'd lose the last piece of him that he considered human.

Do you love her?

Yes. He did.

❦❧🍓❦❧

"Shane, is that you?" Marnie shouted over the cacophony of upbeat bubblegum pop and Jas' voice singing along to the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

"Yeah, Marn, it's me!" he yelled, shutting the front door and greeting her with a half-hearted wave. Her frizzy hair was tied up in a high ponytail while she stirred a pot of something steamy on the stove, seemingly unphased by the ear-splitting racket threatening to crack his skull like a ball pein hammer.

"Good! Dinner will be ready in a bit! Go fetch Jas?"

He nodded, unable to muster up the energy to yell back at her when he knew he had to step into the lion's den known as his goddaughter's bedroom. When he saw the door was closed, he winced. How much louder could it possibly be inside ?

When he tapped the dancing little girl on the shoulder to get her attention, wiggling in front of a stereo that used to belong to her father, she launched upward like a rocket, a blood-curdling scream slicing through the music.

"Uncle Shane!" she squealed when she swiveled and caught him laughing, playfully slapping him on the arm while he reached over her to turn the volume down. "You scared me!"

"Uh-huh," he said, folding his arms as he stared down at her. "Yasmeen, how many times have I told you that you'll blow the speakers if you keep turning it up that loud?"

She wrinkled her nose at the use of her real name, knowing that he meant business this time. "Okay. I'm sorry," she mumbled, fiddling with the hem of her dress. "I won't do it again. Promise."

"You'll also damage your hearing, just like —" He cut himself off, biting his tongue before the remainder of the thought could be vocalized.

"Just like what?" she asked, her large doe-like eyes staring up at him, brimming with curiosity.

Unsure what compelled him, he placed a hand on top of her hand and continued. "Just like your mom, kiddo. She used to listen to music so loud her ears would ring. Drove your dad nuts."

"Oh," she replied, her face drooping so suddenly that Shane mentally cursed himself for being such an idiot. But she surprised him, as she often did, by reaching up to remove his hand from her head and clasp it in hers, tiny in comparison. "Will you tell me about the music she liked sometime?

"Yeah, I will." Rapidly blinking his eyes to keep the traitorous tears at bay, he scooped her up and carried her to the kitchen.

Dinner consisted of Marnie's famous spaghetti and meatballs, Jas' favorite, and the usual conversation. Shane was content to listen, mainly when Jas spoke about school and the things she'd learned that day, occasionally challenging her with questions. But the thinly veiled glances from Marnie in his direction indicated she had several questions of her own that he would be obliged to answer. Luckily, she'd kept her lips buttoned until Shane led Jas to bed for the night.

"Uncle Shane," Jas began as she snuggled under the covers and clutched her favorite teddy bear under her arm, "Aunt Marnie said you were at Miss Krissy's farm today."

"Did she?" he asked, tucking the sheets and blanket under her legs and feet, hoping his face didn't betray his unease.

"Mmhmm," the little girl confirmed between gaping yawns. "Do you think I can visit the farm sometime? I wanna pet the kitty."

"You have lots of kitties here," Shane said, unsure why the thought of Jas romping around his girlfriend's farm put a sticky lump in his throat. Especially when he'd just agreed to move the both of them in just hours before.

"I know. But none of them are white."

"That's true," he relented, forcing himself to relax. It would be best to get Jas acclimated to the new environment sooner rather than later, right?

"So can I?"

"Yeah, kiddo. I'll tell Kriss you wanna come over soon. But now, you need to sleep," he said, smoothing her hair from her face while another vortex-like yawn overtook her, eyelids fluttering and sealed shut by the time he softly closed the door behind him.

"So —" Marnie spoke as he meandered back into the kitchen, anticipating her probing questions as if he were about to be presented in front of a firing squad. "Lewis told me someone bought a bouquet from Pierre earlier today."

"That's interesting," he replied, skirting past her to pull open the fridge and pluck a can of Joja Cola from the top shelf. Only then did he realize he'd forgotten the damn bouquet at Kristen's, discarded on the tea table by her front door.

"Indeed, it is. He doesn't know who bought it, though. He was collecting taxes today, and Pierre's weekly sales manifest only shows quantity, which I guess makes sense. Why would he need to keep track of who buys what?" She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes slashing through him like lasers as she attempted to discern his inscrutable expression. The crack of the soda can as he pulled back the tab caused her to flinch and then roll her eyes.

"Pierre didn't just tell him?" he asked, almost bored as he sipped his soda and sat in one of the kitchen chairs.

"No," she replied, frustration creeping into her tone.

"That's shocking, considering how much everyone loves to shove their noses in other people's business. Guess I had the wrong idea about Pierre."

"Shane." She approached and stood directly beside him, arms still crossed and clearly incredulous by his blase attitude. "Were you really not going to tell me that you bought a bouquet for Krissy? We're family, and I want to be happy for you. Did she say yes?"

He took another deep gulp from the soda can, allowing her to flounder in uncertainty a few seconds longer before finally replying, "I didn't buy it."

"What?" Her face fell so fast it was almost comical, and Shane bit his lip to keep from smiling. "Then who?"

"She did." He wasn't disappointed when his aunt's expression morphed from sullen to confused to cautiously delighted within a second. When she opened her mouth again, he cut her off before she could ask if Kriss had bought the bouquet for someone other than him. "I said yes. Guess I got a girlfriend now."

"Well, what do you know…" Marnie said, her eyes already swimmy and red around the edges. "That girl always did have spunk." Without another word, she grasped her nephew by the shoulders and yanked him up into a rib-crushing hug, pressing her wet cheek into the hollow of his throat. "I am very happy for you, Shane," she mumbled as he awkwardly patted her on the back. He honestly hadn't expected such an emotional reaction and wondered if Marnie had doubts about his ability to function in a stable relationship. If so, he couldn't exactly blame her.

"Uh — thanks," he said when she finally released and leveled him with serious eyes.

"When you tell Jas, be honest. She's too smart for her own good and picks up on everything anyway." The implication of that statement wasn't lost on Shane, and he shifted his eyes to the side, not particularly interested in discussing her weird "secret" relationship with Lewis.

"Yeah, Marn. I know. She's just like her mom."

The slightly uncomfortable conversation wrapped up with Marnie capturing him in another hug before she took a phone call from someone with a familiar male voice. Shane gestured that he was heading to bed, resigned to the fact that everyone in the Valley would be aware of the newest official couple in town by morning.

A text from the farmer lit up his damaged phone screen just as he switched off his bedside lamp, and a thrill shot through his body like a low jolt of electricity.

You left your bouquet here.

With a guilty sigh, he tapped out a reply, the pads of his fingers sliding over the cracks.

I know. Sorry. You gonna break up with me?

He unconsciously held his breath; a small part of him actually worried she might have a change of heart.

No such luck. You're stuck with me for a while. I put the flowers in water so they won't die. Did you leave it so Marnie wouldn't find out?

He supposed that was a fair question. He wasn't blind to his caginess, and neither was she.

No, babe. I told Marnie. I'll tell Jas soon.

Her reply took longer than usual, and Shane found himself chewing on his thumbnail, waiting.

Good night. I love you.

A breath caught in his lungs as the words popped on screen, slightly warped by the cracks but unmistakable, confirming it hadn't been a one-off fluke.

Good night, pretty baby. See you in the morning.

❦❧🍓❦❧

Shane attempted to keep his breathing even while Kristen's tongue swirled around the head of his dick, her deep chocolate eyes staring up at him, nails digging into the back of his thigh as she anchored it for leverage. Even without the use of her other hand, she bobbed her head effortlessly, hollowing her cheeks for the perfect amount of stabilizing suction, holding him captive in many more ways than one.

He'd arrived at 5 am and found her waiting for him outside the coop with a cup of coffee so strong it could wake the dead. Considering he hadn't had a drink since Friday, he'd felt surprisingly light on his feet. The usual deep thirst that drenched every cell in his body still made itself known, especially in the quiet moments when he was alone, and his mind wandered and dwelled on intrusive thoughts. ( What if this is all an elaborate prank? She can't really be this into you. She'll change her mind. They always do.) The burn at the back of his throat, the trembling of his hands, the cold sweat that shone on his forehead and pooled in the dip under his nose. But those troublesome symptoms and the aching thirst itself became slightly less prominent when he was with the farmer. Like now, with his cock fully lodged in the warmth of her pretty mouth.

He wasn't exactly sure how he'd ended up with his shorts and boxers around his ankles while leaning against the wall next to the front door. He'd fully intended to only give her one quick kiss after he'd tended to the hens and told her he'd return in the evening. But she was persuasive, and he quickly gave in the second her deft fingers pulled down the zipper and smuggled their way inside, whispering that she wanted to make sure he wouldn't forget her while he stocked rows and rows of shelves with imitation food products. The notion was absurd. She was constantly on his mind, lurking around every nook and cranny, having burrowed into the gray matter of his brain like a parasite he would carry for life.

"Pretty baby…" He threaded his fingers through her unruly hair, curls wrapping around each digit, creating the illusion of crimson waves across his flesh. His stomach was beginning to tighten along with his balls. "Honey, I'm gonna come if…" He trailed off into a deep groan when she shifted below him, grasping the shaft of his cock in her hand to stroke him in time with the movements of her mouth, her tongue trailing slick pleasure in its wake. Of course, her goal was to make him come, and her quickening pace proved that assumption correct. He was dangerously close.

"Do it in my mouth," she demanded in the few seconds she released him to speak. "Come right down my throat."

"Holy fucking shit," he whined, gripping at her scalp as she laved the flat of her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, pulling back his foreskin to swirl her tongue again, a maneuver that made him weak in the knees. "Are you sure, babe?" She simply relaxed the back of her throat and nestled her nose in his pubic hair in response.

Never in his life had a woman willingly offered to let him come in her mouth. He'd done it once by accident when he was 18, and the girl gagged before storming out of the back seat of his car with her shirt and bra clutched to her chest. He'd heard of women enjoying such an act during bar crawls with drinking buddies but always chalked it up to male bravado, convinced they were probably making it up to win the latest dick-measuring contest. But now, here he was, a beautiful woman on her knees before him, requesting the very thing he thought was a myth.

"Kristen," he croaked, brushing his fingers across her forehead. "Look at me." Her dark eyes rolled upward to lock with his, even while maintaining a steady rhythm with her hand and mouth, captivating him. "Fuck yeah, you're gonna make me come. You're so beautiful." The praise poured from his lips like sweet wine, effortless. Every minute he spent with her, the less he second-guessed himself. She made him feel powerful and wanted and desired. Like a heady drug that dulled his anxiety while somehow heightening his self-confidence to levels unheard of, and he was quickly becoming irrevocably addicted.

She hummed in appreciation, switching up her technique, taking his cock deeper, nudging the back of her throat in preparation while Shane clutched the curls at the crown of her head. His stomach tightened, and his thighs quivered, forcing him to lean heavily on the wall, hoping his knees wouldn't give out.

"Shit, babe — are you ready?" His gasps seemed to echo within the darkened living room, even as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains at his left. It suddenly occurred to him that anyone could glace through the crack at the right angle and catch him receiving the blowjob of a fucking lifetime. The somewhat perverse thought helped tip him over the edge, intense pleasure ripping through him on a wave of euphoria that softened his tense muscles, threatening to spill him to the floor while his cock pulsed against the back of his girlfriend's eager throat.

"Mmm," she hummed once she'd swallowed and clumsily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Guess I don't need breakfast now."

He weakly snorted in response as he watched her stand and walk toward the kitchen for a glass of water she'd left sitting on the counter.

"I dunno if I'll ever get used to the shit you say," he remarked, pulling up his boxers and shorts. Once his belt was buckled, he slipped his phone from his pocket to check the time.

"Told you I wouldn't make you late," she said, approaching him with a seductive sway to her hips. When she was close enough, he didn't hesitate to tug her in for a parting kiss, emotion swelling in his chest that he still felt hesitant to speak aloud.

"I won't doubt you again." He was slowly drifting back to earth but didn't feel the usual weight that rode his shoulders like an unwanted phantom, tethered to him since childhood. "Hey, um —" He faltered, uncertain if this was the right time. When she regarded him with a questioning smile, he shouldered on. "Jas wants to come over. You think Saturday is a good day?"

"Yeah, that's perfect!"

Her enthusiasm — how her face instantly lit up, causing her eyes to sparkle in a stray sliver of sunlight — melted the anxiety seizing his lungs, and he exhaled, relieved.

She captured him in another kiss, much more passionate than he'd expected, before shoving him out the front door. Seconds later, he heard her ancient record player roar to life, Frank Sinatra flying him to the moon, even if it was just a Joja Mart.

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screenviolense · 11 months

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underused starter call. but specifically for my least used muses who i think deserve more attention. those who specify muses or fandoms get priority. list of applicable muses under the cut

all fandomless ocs (there's too many to type here, just check the muse list.)

all animal crossing muses (fauna, isabelle, lucky, merry, skye)

aya drevis (mad father)

melody valentine (archie comics)

libby rhodes (the atlas six)

all ninth house muses (alex, dawes)

taylor gentry (behind the mask)

all halloween muses (laurie, vicky)

isobel martin (the night circus)

all the outer worlds muses (parvati, valerie)

all percy jackson muses (emmaline, jade, jessie, katie, mary lou)

dana polk (cabin in the woods)

all pokemon muses (cynthia, rosa, lucy, irida, luna, marie, melanie, monica, sonia, summer)

ginger branch (the quarry)

all stranger things muses (joyce, chrissy, rachel)

all days gone muses (sarah, rikki)

farrah (descendants)

all stardew valley muses (emily, penny, ola, violetta, shane, jodi, rosemary)

all harvest moon muses (kathy, molly, pepper, elyse)

all dragon age muses (hawke, arri, atlas, anais, millie, elian, rowena)

aahana (dnd)

all sims muses (ara, violet, kayleigh)

yor briar (spy x family)

lupe madrigal (encanto)

all star wars muses (leia, keeta)

all fallout muses (cressida, dahlia, lidia, sarah, victor)

nana (ffxiv)

all fire emblem muses (anya, celine, alcryst, ivy, kagero, orochi, hana, selkie, setsuna, robin, panne, say'ri, cherche, dorothea, byleth)

all the wolf among us muses (snow, bloody mary, nerissa)

laetitia bresson (lupin the III)

lucie tedbury (league of extraordinary women)

#please like this bc it took me so long to list everyoen

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact! 🌈

I plot on Tumblr and write on Discord but I'm willing to do everything on Discord, if you prefer it that way. I write in third person, past tense and semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs average; sometimes more and hardly ever less). I try my hardest to get daily replies up but sometimes work, life, or writer's block gets in my way, and it more realistically takes me 2-3 days.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM preference but willing to do MxF or FxF). I might be talked into canon x OC (only MxM or FxF). I like canon and canon divergent plots. If it makes sense within the universe, I'll usually be okay with doing it. I don't have any triggers and do have a preference for writing smut for these (with a healthy dose of plot) but that's not a requirement.

All characters will be 18+!

I'll be listing my main muses, and next to them I'll list the character(s) I'm most dying to ship them with at the moment. In other words, on the left is the character I want to write as; on the right is the character I'd like you to write as.

I am open to doing other ships. These will just be the ones I'm most interested in at the moment.

On the left = bold means I have a lot of muse for that character ; On the right = italics means I'm especially interested in shipping my muse against that character right now.

Doctor Who:

Dhawan!Master - Any Doctor

Eleventh Doctor - Jack, Rory, Clara, Amy

Fifth Doctor - Turlough

Fourteenth Doctor - Jack, Rose

Second Doctor - Jamie

Sixth Doctor - Open to anything

Tenth Doctor - Jack, Simm!Master

Fantastic Beasts Franchise:

Albus Dumbledore - Grindelwald, Newt, Theseus

Theseus Scamander - Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Newt

Game of Thrones:

Alliser Thorne - Jon

Daenerys Targaryen - Margaery, Sansa, Jorah, Jon, Jaime

Jaime Lannister - Bronn, Dany, Sansa, Cersei

Margaery Tyrell - Dany, Sansa, Roose, Stannis, Joffrey

Petyr Baelish - Renly, Sansa

Roose Bolton - Stannis, Tywin, Margaery, Sansa

Stannis Baratheon - Roose, Davos, Margaery

Tywin Lannister - Roose, Aerys II

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri Rascalov - Faustin, Niko

Francis McReary - Niko

Gerry McReary - Niko

Mikhail Faustin - Dimitri, Niko

Niko Bellic - Dimitri, Francis, Gerry, Faustin, Ray, Packie

Ray Boccino - Niko, Phil

Harry Potter Franchise:

Barty Crouch Jr. - Lucius, Draco

Gilderoy Lockhart - Quirrell, Snape

Oliver Wood - Percy

Severus Snape - Lockhart, Quirrell, Harry, Lupin

House of the Dragon:

Daemon Targaryen - Laenor, Criston, Otto, Viserys, Laena, Rhaenyra

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter - Ray, Matt

Billy Russo - Frank, Curtis, Madani, Karen, Krista

Frank Castle - Billy, Matt, Curtis, Karen

Loki Laufeyson - Mobius, Thor, Grandmaster

Matt Murdock - Dex, Frank, Andrew!Peter, Wade, Foggy, Elektra

Nathan Summers/Cable - Wade

Peter Parker (Andrew only) - Dane!Harry, Matt, Wade, Tobey!Peter, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex

Remy LeBeau - Open to anything

Tony Stark - Tom!Peter, Steve, Bruce, Strange

Wade Wilson - Matt, Andrew or comics Peter, Cable, Colossus, Logan, Dopinder, Vanessa

Saw Franchise:

Mark Hoffman - Strahm

William Schenk - Zeke

Scream Franchise:

Billy Loomis - Stu

Dewey Riley - Randy, Gale

Jill Roberts - Kirby, Charlie

Mickey Altieri - Randy

Richie Kirsch - Sam

Tolkien Legendarium:

Bard - Thranduil

Beleg - Túrin

Celeborn - Haldir

Curufin - Open to anything

Elrond - Glorfindel, Lindir, Thranduil

Haldir - Celeborn, Legolas, Aragorn

The Walking Dead:

Beth Greene - Rosita, Daryl, Rick, Negan, Shane

Gareth - Rick

Merle Dixon - Glenn, Rick, Daryl, Andrea

Paul Rovia - Daryl, Aaron

Shane Walsh - Rick, Beth, Lori, Andrea

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formerlyz · 1 year

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“I’m here with you”

I wrote another stardew valley one shot because that’s apparently a thing I do for fun now. This is loosely based on Shane’s heart event at the cliffs.

Characters: Shane, Male OC (Asher) Sam, Harvey, Marnie

(Established relationship with Asher and Sam)

Trigger Warnings: Suicide ideation, Alcohol/Alcoholism, Vomiting, general angst/depression stuff (it’s Shane), Swearing

The weather forecast was usually pretty accurate, but today the rain came out of nowhere. Asher was at the Rasmodious’s tower dropping off ingredients for some kind of potion the wizard was making, and had just left when one of the summer storms the valley was known for appeared in full force.

Asher cursed under his breath as he jogged along the dirt path to his house, trying his best not to slip in the mud that was quickly forming beneath his boots.

Just as he was about to turn the corner up to the southern edge of the farm, he saw a strange shape in the distance, just on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Given the circumstances, he would ordinarily just leave it alone, but something in his gut told him to investigate what it was. He was already soaked anyway, what was another minute in the rain?

He slowed to a walk as he approached the shape, just trying to get close enough to identify the shape. Instinctively, his hand rested on the hilt of the dagger on his hip. Usually monsters had the sense to not go up to the surface, but he was prepared to fight just in case. As he got closer, he realized the figure wasn’t a monster, it was a human

It was Shane.

Oh shit… Asher said to himself as he sped back up to a run.

Shane was curled up in a fetal position on the ground. As Asher got closer he could see that he was surrounded by empty beer and liquor bottles, and he was laying only a couple feet away from the edge of the cliff.

“Shane! Shane, can you hear me?!” Asher called as he approached. He didn’t move or respond at all.

Asher skidded to a stop at Shane’s limp body, no longer caring about the mud or the rain. He pulled Shane a few more feet away from the edge. Shane made a grunting noise and retched as Asher moved him. Though the rain was quickly washing it away, it looked like he had thrown up a couple times already.

“A..ash?” Shane mumbled, barely able to open his eyes.

“Yes! Shane I’m here. What happened?” Asher looked around at all the bottles sprawled on the ground around them. He knew Shane was a pretty heavy drinker, but this was bad, even for him.

“I’m… sorry… I just…” Shane’s words slurred together as he fought for consciousness. “I couldn’t do it anymore…I’m so tired” He closed his eyes, tears mixed with the rain streaming down his face. “I came here…to… but I couldn’t even…do that right” He was sobbing now. Asher looked back at the edge of the cliff Shane had been so close to, realization hitting him like a freight train. He looked back to his sobbing friend, a lump forming in his throat.

“Hey…hey you have nothing to apologize for. Okay Shane?” Asher said in the most calming voice he could manage. “Things will get better. I promise. Let’s just get you to the clinic so Harvey can help you.”

“No!” The word burst from Shane’s lips as he angrily jerked away from Asher. “You don’t know that!”

He coughed up more liquor and groaned. “Why…why should I keep going…? Everything…hurts so bad, Asher.” He looked at the farmer through heavy eyelids before breaking down sobbing again.

Asher sat back on his heels, quickly trying to think of an answer. He considered just dragging Shane to the clinic, but if he didn’t handle this right he knew Shane would just end up right back here. He thought back to the lowest points of his life, and what got him through.

“Shane. You may not know it… but you have so many people who love you and need you.” Shane sputtered something that was probably meant to be a sarcastic remark, but just ended up coming out as gibberish.

“Think of Jas and Marnie. They love you so much. Jas practically worships you… and there’s no way Marnie would be able to run her farm without you.”

“And Emily! You know she looks forward to seeing you at the Saloon and hearing your chicken stories right? She talks about you all the time. Who else would walk her home every night after work if not you?” Shane’s sobs started to calm down as he listlessly stared at the ground in front of him. Asher took it as a good sign and continued.

“And Sam? Sam hates working at Joja Mart, and I don’t blame you guys, that place seriously sucks. But he always says that you’re one of the only things that makes it tolerable, even fun.” Shane’s eyes turned from the ground back to the cliff, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“Look, when I first moved here…I was terrified. I didn't know how to run a farm. I didn’t know anyone in town. For the first month I could barely afford to feed myself. There were some days where the only reason I ate was because of you Shane. Because you had dropped off a frozen meal or snack that you stole from Joja mart… you risked your job so that a person you barely knew could eat.” Asher paused. Shane's eyes had closed, and he wanted to make sure he was still awake.

“I just…wanted to do something…to take control of my life…” Shane whispered. “I’m a failure…I’m nothing…just…leave me here to die.”

“Shane. Listen to me.” Asher said firmly, squeezing Shane’s arm.

“You are not a failure. You are not nothing. You mean so much to so many people. We all love you and want good things for you. You’re a good person Shane.” Shane didn’t react. Asher swallowed, heart pounding in his ears as he continued.

“I know it’s hard. I know it’s exhausting and terrifying. And if you really can’t do it anymore just…just know that you’re not alone… No matter what you decide to do to take control of your life… I’m right here with you…okay?”

A moment that felt like an eternity passed. Asher watched Shane’s every movement to make sure he was still breathing.

“Ash?” Shane finally whispered. Asher leaned forward. “I think…you should take me to the Clinic now.” With that, Asher sprang up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He pulled his phone out and dialed Sam, who picked up after the second ring.

“Yeello?” Sam answered, blissfully unaware of the situation. Asher spoke as quickly as he could into the phone.

“Sam…listen very carefully. I need you to go get Marnie right now and meet us at the Clinic, if Jas is there drop her at your house to play with Vincent. I’ll explain later but Shane’s having an emergency, so tell Harvey to get a room ready.” Asher would have to pass by Marnie’s house on the way to the clinic anyway, but he didn’t want to waste any more time and he knew Sam could get to her fast. He also figured Shane didn’t want Jas to see him like this, and she wouldn’t question a surprise play date with Vincent.

“Oh…okay, got it.” Sam replied, it was clear from his voice that he was worried, but knew from Asher’s tone that he needed to hurry and do what he said. Asher hung up the phone and knelt back down. He gently touched Shane’s shoulder.

“Shane… I’m gonna pick you up now, okay?” Asher said, keeping his voice as steady as he could. Shane gave a slight nod that it was okay. Asher maneuvered his arms under Shane’s limp body and lifted. He was heavy, but the muscle Asher had gained from running the farm combined with the adrenaline coursing through his veins allowed him to carry Shane. Once he had a secure grip on him, he ran as fast as he could to the clinic.

Marnie and Sam were already there when Asher arrived. As soon as Marnie saw Asher carrying a lifeless Shane, she burst into tears.

“What’s wrong with him?” She cried.

“Drank too much…Explain later… Where the hell is Harvey?” Asher replied, panting from the run.

“I’ve been banging on the door, he must not hear us over the rain” Sam explained, eyes wide and worried. Asher cursed the storm under his breath.

“Both of you stand back” Sam nodded, understanding what Asher was about to do. He wrapped his arm around Marnie’s shoulders and gently but firmly pulled her out of the way.

Asher took a big breath in and with all his strength, kicked the door. Luckily the old piece of wood gave way under the steel sole of his boot and flew right open. Asher would pay Robin to fix it later.

Finally hearing the commotion, Harvey pedaled down the stairs from his apartment above the clinic. “What the?!- He began, understandably angry. However, as soon as he processed the situation, his tone immediately shifted. “First door on the right.”

Asher and Marnie made a beeline for the room. Sam stayed back in the waiting area, knowing it was probably best for him to stay out of the way for now. Asher gently placed Shane down on the exam table, and Harvey immediately went to work.

“What happened?” Harvey asked while quickly taking Shane’s vitals and hooking him up to monitors.

“I found him passed out in the rain surrounded… by alcohol bottles–” Asher tried to continue, but was struggling to catch his breath. Without missing a beat, Harvey grabbed an inhaler from one of the nearby drawers and tossed it to Him.

“Two puffs.” He said, going right back to work on Shane. As the medicine helped Asher’s lungs open up, he noted how efficient and collected Harvey was in action.

“Thanks… He was barely conscious when I found him.” Asher continued once he could breathe a little better. Harvey nodded. Shane seemed to be out cold now.

“Do you know how much he had to drink, and if he vomited at all?” Harvey began setting up an IV bag.

“I don’t know exactly. I just know it was a lot.” Asher thought back to how he had found Shane, trying to remember. “There were about a dozen beer bottles I think… and an almost empty bottle of whiskey sitting next to him... He threw up twice in the past 20 minutes, but it seemed like he had already vomited a few times before I got there”

Harvey opened Shane’s eyelids and shined a small flashlight in each of his eyes.

“Good pupil response, BP 139/97, a little high but still okay” he mumbled to himself. “Anything else I should know?”

Asher paused for a moment, glancing at Marnie. She was standing in the corner, hands clasped over her chest as she stared in horror at her unconscious nephew. Asher didn’t have the heart to tell Marnie why Shane was out there in the first place, and he wasn’t sure if Shane would want her to know.

“Ah…no…that’s it.” Asher said after a moment. Harvey gave him a glance. The doctor could pick up from Asher’s tone that there was something more going on, but he understood that now wasn’t the right time to talk about it.

“Thank you Asher, if you could please go back to the waiting area for now so I have room to work, I’ll come update you as soon as I can. Marnie, since you’re a relative you can stay, I’ll need to get a family history from you once I get a chance. Asher nodded, looking at Shane one last time before turning out into the waiting room.

Sam was pacing back and forth in front of the reception desk, nervously biting his thumbnail. As soon as he saw Asher he immediately stepped forward and wrapped the farmer in a tight hug.

Asher was still so shell shocked from the past half hour that for a moment he just stood there before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “Harvey said he’ll update us as soon as possible. Sorry for dragging you into this-”

“Hey, no none of that. Shane is my friend too.” Sam pulled back, holding Asher’s shoulders at arms length and looking him up and down, clearly concerned. “Are you okay? It must have been really scary to find him like that.”

“I’m fine.” Asher responded. They needed to focus on Shane right now, Asher could deal with himself.

“Ash…you’re shaking…” Sam said quietly. Asher didn’t even notice that he was in fact shivering. He was only wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts, which were completely soaked through, and the office was a bit cold. Sam led him over to the waiting room chairs, wrapped his jacket around Asher's shoulders, and pulled him closer so Asher could rest his head on his chest.

As Asher felt the adrenaline finally leaving his system, hot tears began welling in his eyes. He sat up and tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming.

“Sam…he…he was at the cliffs…I had to talk him out of…he almost…” Asher began crying too much to finish the sentence. Sam pulled him back into his chest and hugged him tightly.

“Hey you did good. You got him here, that’s what matters. Harvey’s a good doctor. He can help him.” Sam responded softly. Asher nodded, focusing on the sound of Sam’s heartbeat to calm himself down. Sam didn’t press for any more answers, and just focused on comforting Asher. Eventually he stopped crying, and the shaking mostly stopped as he warmed up.

After a while, Harvey finally came out of the exam room, both Asher and Sam sprang to their feet when they saw him.

“He’s going to be fine. I pumped his stomach and administered IV fluids. He’s resting now.”

They both let out a sigh of relief and sank back into their seats as Harvey continued.

“I’m going to keep him overnight for observation just in case, but he should be able to go home tomorrow.”

“Thank you Harvey. And I’ll pay to have Robin fix your door. Sorry about that…” Asher said, suddenly noticing just how exhausted he was. Harvey waved his hand.

“Don’t worry about it. In medical emergencies seconds can mean the difference between life and death. I apologize for not coming to the door, I didn’t hear you over the storm.” Harvey paused, glancing at the splintered wood then back to Asher. “Though, it’d probably be a good idea for me to examine your foot, if that’s alright with you. We can do it right here”

Asher nodded, slipping his muddy boot off. With everything going on he didn’t even notice that his ankle did kind of hurt.

Harvey pulled on a fresh set of latex gloves and pulled up a chair facing Asher. He gently placed his foot into his lap. “ No swelling, that’s a good sign. I’m going to gently move your foot up and down and side to side. Just let me know if anything hurts. Okay?” Asher nodded, watching as Harvey toyed with his ankle.

“Harvey…you asked if there was anything else you should know?” Asher winced as Harvey flexed his ankle a certain way. “That hurt a bit…but anyway…there was something. I just wasn’t sure if I should tell you in front of Marnie” Harvey looked at Asher over his glasses.

“I had a feeling…should we…go to a private room?” Harvey’s eyes briefly darted to Sam.

“No…I-” Asher winced again and he instinctively grabbed Sam’s hand, who squeezed back gently. “I…kind of already talked to him about it.”

Harvey finished his exam and pulled off the used gloves, tossing them in a nearby trash bin. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Alright. I’m listening”

Asher told Harvey everything that Shane had said on the cliffs. Harvey listened intently, his face neutral the entire time. After he was finished, Sam chimed in about how Shane had made some dark “jokes” while they had been working together about hating life and wanting to die, but that Sam just thought it was Shane’s deadpan sense of humor and didn’t think much of it at the time. Harvey mostly let the two of them speak uninterrupted, other than asking the occasional clarifying question.

Harvey sat back and sighed. “Thank you both for your honesty. Given the amount Shane drank tonight, I can’t say I’m entirely surprised.” Harvey shook his head. “Alcohol is terrible, especially when people are using it to self medicate.” He was quiet for a moment, the wheels in his brain turning.

“I’ll have a conversation with Shane when he wakes up, I know a great therapist in Zuzu City I can set him up with, and antidepressants may not be a bad idea either.” He stood and walked over to the reception desk.

“That offer extends to both of you. If either of you are struggling I have resources to help you, and I’m a licensed counselor myself.” Harvey walked back over with an ice pack in hand and handed it to Asher.

“As for your ankle, it’s most likely just a light sprain. I would recommend resting it for a day or two and elevating it with an ice pack. If it still hurts by the end of the week feel free to stop in and we can take some x rays. I would also suggest upping your vitamin C intake for the next week or so so that you don’t catch a cold from getting caught in the rain for so long.” Harvey also handed Asher a couple of vitamin C packets.

“Shane is in good hands here. He just needs to rest tonight. After the day you’ve had, you should go home and rest too” Harvey added with a reassuring smile. “Sam, can you help him get home?”

“Of course!” Sam stood and grabbed Asher’s hand, helping him to his feet. He definitely was more sore now after sitting for a bit.

Harvey went back to check on Shane and, after thanking Harvey again, Asher and Sam decided to go home. Luckily the clinic was close to Asher’s house and the rain had let up a bit, so the walk didn’t take long at all. Sam ended up staying the night with Asher, insisting that he didn’t want to leave him alone. Asher felt bad for being a nuisance but was glad to have Sam’s company after the stressful day.

They slept in the next morning and Asher woke up to the smell of pancakes. Still extremely groggy, he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, where Sam was standing at the stove cooking.

“I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed!” Sam pouted.

“You’re sweet, but I’m okay I promise” Asher chuckled. He was, admittedly, pretty sore from the day before, but he had felt worse. “I’ll get back in bed once I get some coffee, okay?”

“I’ll bring it to you! I don’t want you to overdo it!”

“Sam, I sprained my ankle, I’m not dying” Asher chuckled again, giving Sam a quick peck on the cheek as he went to fill the coffee maker with water.

“Fine, but I’m doing the farm stuff for you today” Sam said matter of factly. Before Asher could protest, there was a knock at the door.

All of Asher’s morning grogginess went away immediately as he opened the door to Shane.

“Shane, hey! How are you feeling?” Asher asked. Shane shrugged and looked at his feet. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but they were clean and dry. Harvey must have washed them.

“Better. I came over because I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was a mess. Thanks for getting me to the clinic.” He glanced up at Asher awkwardly before turning back to his shoes. “I’m going to start therapy next week and try to cut back on the drinking. For Jas’s sake y’know?” he added with a shrug, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“Shane, that's great! I’m really proud of you.” Shane glanced up again with a bit of a smile.

“And about yesterday. You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just happy I was there to help…and I’m happy you’re still here.” Asher added. Shane winced and looked back down at his feet

“Geez, it was that bad? I don’t remember most of yesterday to be honest.” He shoved his hands into his pocket, looking embarrassed. “In any case. Thanks for yesterday. If you ever need any help on the farm, let me know, I’m pretty good with chickens.” Asher smiled and pulled Shane into a hug, which he reciprocated awkwardly.

“Well, I really should be going. Don’t want to worry Marnie any more than I already have. I’ll see ya later Asher.” Shane said, giving a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. As he turned to walk away, Sam poked his head out from the doorframe.

“Is that my work husband?” Shane nearly jumped out of his skin, clearly not expecting someone else to be there. His eyes darted rapidly between Asher and Sam, connecting dots.

“Sam? What are… Are you two?” Asher nervously looked between Shane and Sam, Sam wasn’t out to his parents yet, so they had been keeping their relationship mostly a secret. If Sam was comfortable with Shane knowing though, Asher didn’t mind.

“Don’t worry hubby, I only have eyes for you” Sam flirted. Asher laughed and lightly smacked him on the shoulder. Sam wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a quick peck on the forehead before throwing an over the top wink to Shane.

Shane watched the whole interaction dumbfounded. After a second he cracked a genuine smile and let out a snort.

“Well, you guys keep life interesting, I can tell you that. Sam, I’ll see you next week. Asher. Good luck with…all of that” He said, gesturing to Sam, who pretended to look offended. “And…thanks again you two…”

With that, Shane turned to walk away. As he walked back towards Marnie's house, he felt the warmth of the sun shining on his face and took a deep breath. The future still seemed dark and scary, but he felt more ready to face it now that he knew he didn’t have to do it alone.

#sdv #stardew valley #shane sdv #sdv shane #stardew shane #stardew valley shane #sdv fanfic #sdv oc #sdv asher #tw sui ideation #tw vomit #tw alcohol #tw alchoholism #z tries to write

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lhck999 · 8 months

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My Stardew Valley OC's ship lore

Been wanting to do this one for a while! Sorry if it's messy, I wrote it straight into tumblr with no planning.

Stacy x Shane

• At first, both didn't really like each other. Stacy was the one who, despite finding socializing difficult, put in the effort to make friends with him.

• During the 2 heart cutscene, Stacy tells him she used to feel hopeless, too. Tells him she's starting to heal, and that he shouldn't give up. He doesn't take the advice to heart.

• During the 4 heart cutscene, Stacy barely speaks. But the look on her face says it all. Worry overflowed her teary eyes. "Hopefully I won't be around long enough to need a 'plan'.." Shane gets slapped across the face. "Don't you dare even think of such a thing!" Tears streamed down Stacy's face. Jas ran to her room, sobbing. None of them had noticed she was listening. Instant regret.

• In a rainy summer evening, Stacy was heading back to the farm though Cindersap Forest. She stumbled upon a trail of beer cans and ran along it, desperation starting to make it's way into her heart. The trail led to the cliff edge where Shane was.

"Stacy... I-I'm sorry..." Shane said, between hiccups. "My life... It's a pathetic joke...Look at me..." Stacy kneeled in front of him, not knowing what to do. "Why do I even try?" Shane questioned, sobbing. "I'm too small and stupid to...to take control of my own life... I've been coming here often...looking down... But I'm too scared, just like always..." Stacy gripped his hand. She felt a knot in her throat as he continued. "Stacy...All I do is work, sleep and drink...to...to dull the feelings of self-hatred. Why should I even go on? T-Tell me why I shouldn't roll off this cliff right now..."

Stacy recalled the time when she didn't feel like enough, when she worked until she passed out, when she didn't have anyone to talk to, when nobody seemed to care. Choosing her words carefully, she told him what she would have wanted to hear back then:

"The decision is yours. Just know that I'm here and I always will be, and that you can count on me for whatever."

Shane's teary eyes widened. "Thanks...I appreciate that...I really do." he paused. "...I think you should take me to the hospital now."

With great difficulty, Stacy carried an unconscious Shane to Harvey's office.

Suzy x Alex

• They bonded over gridball literally in their first meeting. Great friendship material.

• A few weeks after moving in, Suzy decided she deserved a break and went to the beach. It seemed someone else had gotten there first, though.

"Oh, hi. Suzy, right?" Alex asked.

"Yup. What are you up to?" Suzy responded. "Just enjoying this great weather." he paused. "Hey, go long!"

Suzy took a few steps back, and caught the ball Alex threw.

"Nice catch!" he said.

"Your throw was great!" she complimented back.

"Thanks. You know, I'm gonna be the first professional gridball player from Stardew Valley...There's no doubt in my mind."

Suzy looked at Alex, who was now staring onto the horizon.

"I already led my school's team to the regional playoffs... Now I'm just training so I can get a spot on the roster of the Zuzu City Tunnelers. You just wait!"

Smiling fondly, Suzy said:

"I believe in you."

"Thanks, Suzy. I'll remember that."

• As they start talking more, they share bodybuilding tips, book suggestions (mostly on Suzy's part), and plans for the future.

• During the 4 heart cutscene, Suzy was shocked. She had never imagined what Alex had been through.

"You seem like someone I can trust...That's why I'm telling you this, Suzy. I don't want any sympathy. If there's anything good about my past, is that it's made me strong."

She pat his back as she said:

"That it sure did."

"Now, let me show you what Dusty will do for a barbecued steak." he chuckled, holding a large piece of meat in front of the drooling dog, who was clearly super excited.

• "Oh, hello dear! How have you been?" Evelyn said, as Suzy stepped in through the front door after a few knocks.

"I'm alright! Things on the farm are going pretty well. How have you and George been?" Suzy replied.

"Thank you for asking, dear. We're doing well! What brings you here today?"

"See, I found these leeks while foraging and thought I'd drop by to give you some." Suzy said, taking out a few leeks from her backpack and gently placing them on the kitchen counter. "I also haven't seen Alex in a while. Is he here?"

"Oh, yes, he's just in his room! You can go right ahead. Thank you for the leeks, dear!" Evelyn responded.

"No prob!" Suzy said, turning to the corridor in front of the entrance.

Reaching the end, she knocked on the door to her right.

"Come in!" Alex said.

He was standing in front of the bookshelf in his room, looking a little gloomy.

"What's wrong, Alex?" Suzy asks.

Alex sighed. "Look at all these books... I haven't read a single one of them..." He picked a random book off the shelf, examining it's cover.

"But I guess you can't make a living in this world if you don't have brains..." Alex said, putting the book where it was originally.

"...I'm worthless."

Suzy looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and sympathy. She took a deep breath and said:

"Listen, man. Everyone's got their strenghts and weaknesses. Just because you're not good at one thing doesn't mean you're worthless." She placed her hands on his broad shoulders.

"I've seen your skills with that gridball, and they're on par with the pros. You could make it into the Zuzus if you tried." She said, letting out a smile.

"And if that doesn't work out- guess what? You got me here to help you out with studying, job hunting and whatnot!" Suzy complemented.

If he doesn't marry you, that is. (Stop it!)

"...Thanks, Suzy." He said, his eyes sparkling in that way she loves so much. "I mean it. You're a great friend." He now had a warm smile upon his face.

"Thanks. I try to be." She let go of his shoulders, turning her gaze to the ground as she smiled and her cheeks turned a little red.

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