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ᗷEᗩT ᗩᖇOᑌᗪ TᕼE ᗷᑌᔕᕼ

Max Caulfield x Reader

Summary: Funeral, distant Max, etc.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Max and I have always been joined at the hip. We met in my hometown in Seattle and were always close. Even though we went to different schools, we always found time to hang out together. We would go on adventures, take photos, and just have fun together. We were always there for each other, even when things got tough, and our friendship has been unbreakable since.

We'd moved to Arcadia together, though she kept rather quiet about it. I didn't mind so much, as long as I got to finally spend time with her without the boundaries of parents and different schools. Arcadia bay's a small town, but it was the best place to be, considering Max's photography wet dream and my... I'm not too sure, either way it could be found in Blackwell.

Speaking of, the final school year had just resumed after Christmas break and Max was already working on a new project. It was a secret, but I knew it was something she was really excited about. We were both so busy with school and our own projects that we barely had time to talk, let alone hang out.

"Black and white or colour?" Max mutters, eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

"What?" I ask, lifting my head to see what she's working on.

It's a photo she took last week of a doe over at the lighthouse. I smile at the memory, I remember her freezing when she notices the opportunity to snap the photo. I remember her coming to me and basically shaking with all the excitement. Later that evening, I was finishing some homework that was due the next morning and she lay on my bed, staring at the photo for hours.

"Wow, Max." I gasp, clearly not having had a good enough look at the photo to realise its true beauty, "It's really pretty," I stare into her eyes, ", the photo... of course." My face burns up, but Max keeps her focus on the photo she'd been editing the entire lesson. She doesn't respond, which doesn't bother me, I'd not been able to get full sentences out of her the past week. Though, I'd never dare point it out to her.

"Hey Max, I was thinking-" I begin, but am rudely interrupted by the ring of my phone, Max turns her head back to the screen again, knowing I probably wasn't going to finish my sentence. I check the caller ID, it's my dad. We haven't spoken since Christmas, so it'll be nice to catch up, but not exactly during a lesson. Dad always understood I'd be busy with school, so it's rather odd he'd be calling at this time.

"Hey, Dad!" I greet, smiling through the phone.

"Y/n, it's nice to hear your voice." My eyebrows furrow at his low and dragging tone. Something's not right, but I'm not sure what.

"What's up?" I ask, trying to get a read on him. But, clearly, the concerning silence on the other end of the line only added to my raising suspicion.

There's a long pause on the other end of the line, "Y/n, it's about Liam..." My heart sinks as I finally put together all the factors from the phone call. The odd timing, my Father's usual cheerful voice dimmed down to a somber, regretful one, my cousin had been overly thoughtful and somewhat appreciative.

"What do you mean Dad?" I breathe, desperation creeping into my voice. I get up out of my seat, heading towards the art room's brightly coloured door, deathly contrasted to the news I was yet to hear.

"Y/n, I know you knew about his health-" My heart stops as he speaks, "- and I don't want to just put this on you and expect to deal with it. So-"

I cut him off, "Just tell me." Quick and sharp, the words awaited acting as a signature to my unfortunate expectations.

"He passed away earlier today, around 11 to be exact."

Tears sat on the brims of my eyes now on the verge of an outbreak, waves of emotions and feelings part like the red sea as the news sink in. He was gone, gone before he could even get a chance to live. And, as much as I wanted to hold on to some semblance of hope, the bitter truth was clear.

He'd been ill for quite some time, and still more was to come. The doctors called it chronic, our family called it a bump in the road. We've downplayed it for so long, and it's finally reached its encore. But, it's the final curtain call. My mind reeled at the thought of my cousin lying in a hospital bed for weeks, maybe even months, knowing his fate. But, we all chose to look the other way. We were comfortable in our own lives and didn't want to rock the boat.

Liam and I were always hot and cold. We were usually either fighting over some silly competition or coming up with the world's greatest new invention. I remember one time for Halloween all of the first cousins dressed up as the mystery gang from Scooby doo, but there were one too many cousins so two of us had to be Scooby, and that just so happened to be Liam and me. We spent the whole night fighting over who was the better Scooby once we got home, we had 0 sweets to celebrate. Which soon lead to the both of us stealing a bunch out of our other cousins' bags.

It feels like yesterday that all that happened. Times change so quickly that sometimes you don't even notice how much it can flip your world. And now, he's gone. The one person I could always count on in a time of need is no longer here to help me out. It feels like the whole world has collapsed on me.

I sit on the floor, my back against the wall, balling my hands into fists as the tears continue flowing freely. I bury my face in my knees, wishing I could take the pain with him. But, that's not how this works.

Footsteps approach, and I hear the door open before the gentle warmth of a hand rests on my back. I don't have to look up to know it's Max.

"Y/n?" She coos, her hand rubbing circles on my back in soothing circles. "What're you doing out here?"

I shake my head, still trying to come to terms with what's happened. "Come on, let's go." The dark-haired girl helps me up, her cold fingers lacing between mine, while her free hand brushes any hair in my face. The phone call was long forgotten, assuming Dad understood and just hung up.

We make our way back to my dorm, walking in silence as thoughts race through my mind. A message notification rings through the silent air, I go to reach for my phone but am interrupted by Max, flashing me warning eyes. I shrug her off and pick up the phone, it reading:

Dad: The funeral is back home, 7:30 AM on the 27th, lots of love x

I huff and fall back into my bed, letting my hands be a blanket to my face, covering any fear presented on my face. I don't want to go back home. I don't want to see the looks on my parents' faces or the pity in everyone's eyes. I don't want to have to think any more about it.

Balled fists rub at my eyes as if to somehow erase the sadness and pass the mourning. Over the half-hour, Max had been accompanying me, she got the gist of what'd happened. "I can come with you if you want."

"No, it'd only be a bother, considering all that work you've got. I can tell Jefferson's been harder on you recently, don't let my problems-" I mutter quietly, guilty to be declining such a kind gesture.

She takes both my hands, pausing my sentence, "No, I want to. Plus, I know you'd do the same for me." She smiles softly, I don't know what to say, so I just nod

The funeral day soon comes around, I managed fine for the week or two after the news hit, but now it's time to actually face reality. I put on a brave face for Max, but I know the truth. I'm a mess. My eyes keep drifting to my phone, expecting it to ring with another notification telling me to go home. But it doesn't.

I make my way to the back of the church, taking a seat in the last row, Max following shortly behind. I know my parents are here somewhere, but I don't want to see them. They don't deserve my tears, they didn't deserve to lose him like this.

The preacher starts speaking, and I try to focus on what he's saying. But it's all so meaningless. And I'm dreading having to speak to the family later on, it'll only be full of pathetic small talk and to-the-side chats.

The speech shortly ended, and I slowly made my way out, Max following behind. We don't utter a word to each other, just make our way to an old wooden bench that would definitely give you splinters if you touched it bare skin. The rest of the friends and family gathered around the one small garden area outside the church.

I gain the occasional stare that is interrupted once I catch on, eyes full of pity, and words tip-toeing on eggshells in fear it may jab at a sensitive topic.

"I don't feel like I'm helping too much." Max sighs, deflating her shoulders in self-defeat.

I slowly shake my head, "No, you being here is more than enough."

The freckled girl glances down at her twiddling hands, attempting to gather her words, "I'm sorry."

"Please Max, that's all I've had these past few weeks," I chuckle, letting the playful statement drag out, lingering in the air.

"No, not like that. Well, yes of course- no- but, you know." She stutters, then takes a few breaths to clear her mind when she notices my waiting face. "I mean for being a bit distant, and I don't want to blame it on school or pastimes or anything, because really, I should've been making time for you. And I feel that the way I've acted has only added to how you feel." She says, slower this time.

"It's okay, I get it." I offer, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. "You're at Blackwell to do what you love most, I'm there to... well, to be with you. So, always put what you love first." I smile softly, giving her a gentle hug.

"Thank you," She whispers, burying her face in my shoulder, "But the thing is- um, never mind."

I pull back, a quirked eyebrow planted on my face met with a brightly red-faced Max, "What thing?"

She swallows, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve, "I- I'm just not sure if it's the right time." She admits, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

"Max, come on," I playfully jab her shoulder, ", tell me," I say, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible.

She nods, but she doesn't meet my eyes, "I know, I'm just- I don't know what to say."

I can feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion, "What is it?" Concern grew for the girl.

"I just want to tell you the full truth," She pauses, "It's just- I've never felt this way before. Around anyone. And I thought maybe if I'm distant it'll go away and I won't ruin what we've had." She admits, her voice breaking. "But it hasn't and I know it won't, and I'm so sorry if this freaks you out, but-"

I wrap my arms around her, almost immediately stopping her sentence, "It doesn't freak me out," I assure her, ", if anything, it relieves me." I slowly admit, the words more or less pouring out of my mouth.

I feel her shake her head, "I don't know, that's a bad or good thing." She giggles.

I pull back to look at her, "I'm not so sure. A good thing..?" I try, scratching the back of my neck. "This is really confusing me, did we just confess feelings to each other by beating around the bush?"

"Why'd you have to ruin it." Max rolls her eyes, leaning in for a tighter hug.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #blackwell academy #max caulfield #max caulfield x reader #mark jefferson #mr jefferson

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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taking a small break from writing just so when i do write i haven’t got anything holding me back how inspirational

sorry to the requests i haven’t got round to yet, i’ll get them done as soon as i can.

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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Idk if you're taking requests, but if you are, this fandom needs more Max stuff.

Requesting Max with a reader who can remember the loops 👀

gladly do it for you. plus i totally agree, max definitely needs more love

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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Hello!! How are you doing?? I hope you've been well! I hope I'm not distracting you from anything more important but I was kinda hoping to throw in another request aha

(I do apologise these are all LIS-related but I am just so obsessed with the game)

Could I ask for something with a gender neutral reader x Max Caulfield where they're both childhood friends. So reader is, like, super quiet and shy and reserved and they're in Max's photography/art class and one day reader finds out their relative has passed away so they play a song at the funeral which Max goes to (reader asks her to come but she says she has something else going on even though something happens and she ends up attending). Max ends up comforting them and they share a cute moment at the end?

Hope the other story is coming along well!! Don't get too stressed out with anything! You are a hella cool writer haha SUPER UNAPPRECIATED!!! YOU DESERVE MORE ATTENTION!! LEGEND!!!

hey, of course i’ll do this request, i never have many ideas for max so this’ll be a good start.

and once again TYSM!! :)

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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TᕼE GᗩᗰE

Dana Ward x Female Reader

Summary: just realized how much i strayed away from the actual request. sorry. reader gets broken up with the night before the game.

Warnings: None?

Springtime, AKA the best time of the year. Not too hot, not too cold. The days are long and the evenings are short. The trees are in full bloom and the birds are chirping. Though everything may seem just fine and dandy, if I'm being real, my life's falling apart.

That's a bit dramatic, but spring's left me feeling pretty down. There's something about spring (as much as I love it) that makes me feel... empty. I've been restless, can't concentrate. Oh yeah, and to top it all off, just when I think everything is going smoothly my boyfriend breaks up with me, and now I have my coach up my ass for not showing up to training because I'm too busy trying to get over it.

It'd been on autopilot ever since we met, I don't think either of us ever had feelings for each other, we were just comfortable. There was never any effort put into the relationship, just two beings as a label. Now I think about it, it was inevitable. Our personalities just didn't mesh well. It's like trying to put a puzzle together with the pieces missing.

It's not that I'm happy without him, I feel like shit. I feel incomplete. Like something's missing. There's a springtime metaphor in there somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Several knocks on my door and the slam of its opening grabs my attention, Taylor stood at the doorframe, "You need to get a grip." She exhales with her hands irritatedly placed on her hips, noticing my tired state, cocooned in numerous blankets.

"Huh?"

"I said you need to get a grip, look at yourself." She bleats, pointing to the mirror facing my bed.

I glance at the mirror and see the tired reflection of someone who doesn't quite know what they want. There's a sadness that hangs around my eyes, like a storm cloud that's ready to unleash its fury.

Taylor walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, "I know you're hurting, but you have your priorities, and personally I don't see how important that douche could be.

I scoff, "I don't want to talk, Taylor. Let me sleep." I roll onto my face, letting my pillow almost suffocate me.

"Fine, but I'm coming back in a few hours to check on you, and by then you better be in kit. It" She stands up and walks out, leaving me to my thoughts.

I groan into my pillow, the mere thought of having to leave my room makes my head hurt. I can't even bring myself to leave my bed, let alone get dressed.

Eventually, I give in and crawl out of bed, tucking the blanket around me like a cape. I make my way over to my closet and begin to paw through its contents. It's a struggle to put together anything that remotely resembles clothing, but after a while of rummaging, I find a tank top and pair of running shorts.

I'm hesitant to leave my room, I don't want Taylor to see how terrible I look never mind the rest of Blackwell, but sooner or later I make my way out of the dormitories. The campus is already bustling with students, the odd few stop what they were doing to look over in my direction. I'm sure Zachary made it his first mission to tell his little football bros about our row.

I spend my day walking around Arcadia rather than showing up to today's lessons. I'm simply too exhausted to care. I find myself at Arcadia's lighthouse, sitting on the bench facing the west sea, not really thinking or paying attention to anything.

Eventually, my stomach grumbles and I realize that I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I'm so tempted to go back to my dorm and curl up in a ball on my bed, but I steel myself and head towards the nearest place that serves half-decent food.

The diner wasn't too busy, the regulars sat at their usual seats, strangers stopping by for a quick brunch and the odd few Blackwell cheerleaders making use of their free period. The familiar smell of coffee and grease filling the air somewhat comforting.

I take a seat at the counter, waiting for a waitress to serve me. I feel a vibration from my pocket, I pull out my phone, seeing a message off of Taylor.

Taylor: u better be off your ass by 2. your coming to the game even if i have to drag you by your hair

I humorously scoff at the message from the blonde, rolling my eyes. I know she's just trying to make me feel better, but really I just want to crawl under a rock and die.

Y/n: you're*

I type back with a cheeky grin on my face. I'd completely forgotten about the game tonight, mainly because everybody's talking about the bigfoot's game, Logan this, Zachary that. Blackwell's internal misogyny always irked me, this year the female soccer team was given a fifth of what the boys' football team was funded. I doubt the team will barely have an audience to play for.

Taylor: nice to see YOU'RE keeping up with your english classes

Soon enough, Joyce leans across the counter, "Long time no see, Y/n." She smiles, dragging my attention away from my phone.

"Hey, Joyce." I smile, returning the gesture.

"What can I get you?" Joyce asks, pen and paper in hand.

I scan my eyes over the menu one last time before responding, "Belgium waffle and a coffee please, Joyce."

She scribbles her blue pen on the small notepad in her hand, "Coming right up.", before wandering off to serve another customer.

I lean back on the stool I'm sitting on, exhaling deeply as I do so. I bring my arms behind my head to let them stretch while turning my head to the left. To my surprise, I'm met with another pair of eyes gazing back at me. Girl from Blackwell, I know that for sure, she's in the dormitories. Danielle? Daisy? Dana. That's it. We've not spoken much, not that I can remember.

I remember the two of us are still staring at each other, I maintain it, thinking it'd be awkward if I just suddenly stopped looking back at her. Though as soon as the thought passes, she breaks the gaze, turning back to the chatter she'd been included in with her cheer friends. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed, maybe I was expecting something more from her? God knows.

I shake it off and focus my attention on Joyce placing my coffee on the counter in front of me. I pick it up, taking a sip before setting it back down, muttering a small "thank you".

"So, Y/n. Heard there's a game tonight." Joyce smiles, crossing her arms.

I sigh, "Yeah, go bigfoots." Unenthusiastically pumping a fist into the air.

"No, silly. Your game. My daughter, Chloe, had mentioned something about it." The waitress unintentionally reminded me.

"Oh, right." I smile, raising my eyebrows.

"Anyway, good luck for tonight, your food shouldn't be long." She winks, once again wandering off behind the counter.

I huff and let my shoulders deflate, taking a sip of coffee from the white mug placed in front of me. I place the mug to my lips, letting the bitter liquid run into my mouth. The sharp taste putting any worries or fears to sleep. I'm in caffeine heaven until a voice beside me speaks up.

"What're you doing here?" The soft voice speaks, making me slightly choke on the liquid in my mouth.

I clear my throat, "Uh, I got hungry." I respond, the sentence coming out more like a question rather than an answer. I shift my shoulders so I could face the girl I'd been looking at previously.

"All on your lonesome?" Dana's head tilts slightly, a playful smile set on her face.

I don't bother answering the question, as it seems pretty obvious. "What're you doing here?" I respond, crossing my arms.

"Same thing as you, I guess." She shrugs, her smile fading a little. She pulls out the seat next to me and takes a seat. We sit in silence for a few moments before Dana speaks up again"You okay?" She asks, her voice gentle.

I nod, "Yeah, of course." I lie, though the truth is I'm anything but.

She sighs, "We've not spoken much have we? How come?"

I chuckle at her silly question, "Don't ask me that." She hums in return, a hand coming up to her ear to play with an earring hooked into her earlobe.

"You seem down, why?"

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you." I think out loud accidentally, "Sorry, that sounded rude."

Dana shrugs, a smile still remaining on her face after my (kind of) harsh words. I let my eyes wander over her soft features as I take another sip of coffee, her brown hair mindlessly twirled between slender fingers. I can't help but feel a warmth in my chest, one I'm not used to.

"So..." She drags, breaking the silence I'd created, "How about your game tonight?"

"Yeah, I don't know. Doubt I'll be there." I'm quite taken aback by the question, who would've thought Blackwell's cheerleaders, the Bigfoot's number 1's, would've acknowledged mine?

She playfully punches my shoulder, "Hey, you're the captain, you've gotta be there."

I sigh, not wanting to expand on the subject, "Are you cheering tonight?" I ask, knowing the answer but still attempting to sound interested.

"Yep, the crowd's gonna be wild tonight." She cheers, but her smile soon fades when she notices the sad glint in my eyes. I'm happy that people are excited about the guys' game, but the mind works in funny ways, and all of a sudden I hate that people are excited. It's the same over and over again, little boys getting thrashed by another team and then getting upset over it later on. If any of the other teams got half the attention, they'd actually give people something to be excited about without the lingering feeling of inevitable disappointment of what was to come.

"Here you go, Y/n." The familiar voice calls and a plate is pushed in front of me.

"Thank you, Joyce." I smile.

Dana places a hand on my shoulder, "I'll see you later, Y/n." She grins before returning to her fellow cheerleaders.

Once I'm finished with my food, I pay Joyce and make my leave. Though I feel a set of eyes on me as I walk out of the small diner. I ignore it, blaming it on my conscience. I'm too lost in my own thoughts and feelings.

I sit on the edge of my bed for a while once I'm back in my room, contemplating what to do. I don't want to go to the game tonight, but I also don't want to be alone. I sigh, slipping off my clothes and climbing into bed. I pull the blankets up to my chest, wishing I could disappear. I know it's childish, but I can't help it.

Taylor made sure I was alive, as per usual. She came and gave a pep talk, totally uncalled for.

Finally giving in, I slip on my red shorts and shirt, making sure my captain's band sat just how I liked it on my left arm. I carry my boots outside of the dormitories along with my shin-pads and everything else necessary in a bag resting on my back.

I step outside, breathing in the fresh air, letting it soak out any worries, and hoping it lends me some sort of superstitious good luck.

With the newfound peace given by the fresh air, I take a seat on a bench, rolling down my socks, and slipping on my shin-pads, fastening the straps when I feel a tap on my shoulder, a very familiar, aggressive, irritating tap (more of a prod). "Took you long enough," Taylor scoffs, ", come on, Y/n/n."

I playfully glare at her, but get up, silently following her as she strides down Blackwell's concrete. We make our way to the pitch, the silence oddly loud. Once we finally arrive on the ground, much to my expectation, a row is barely filled up on the stands.

I greet the girls, and I'm met with many "Where've you been?" and "Back from the dead!", which I can't say I wasn't expecting and dreading.

I notice the stands start to fill up more and more as I begin to warm up the girls, it caught me by surprise a bit but I don't take any notice of it.

I'm called over by the referee along with the opposition's captain, we sort out the centre-kick before we're both sent back to our coaches.

"Right girls, I couldn't care less whether we win or lose, but try to win... okay?" Our coach attempts a speech but fails miserably.

"Really inspirational, Coach!" Taylor laughs whilst running to her position on the right wing.

The environment quietens down while we wait for the ref's whistle, and then the game starts.

The ball is passed back to me and all of a sudden I'm in reality. Two coming in from the right and one from the left, I drag the ball to the left then through the three as a whole through to another mid-fielder. The game goes on and we're 2-1 up within 42 minutes. By now the stands are almost filled and I notice a few familiar red figures running to the sidelines.

I make use of the time the ref is spending on making an offside decision to look at the figures. Noticing the girl, Dana, I'd been speaking to earlier on in the diner. Her and her cheerleaders' routine awfully similar to that of the routine for the Bigfoot's.

It's a massive confidence boost when she shoots me a wave and a smile, and if I saw correctly... a wink?

Only 2 minutes before halftime, you could tell our team was trying to get a last-minute goal. Taylor runs the line with the ball, a player right on her back. Another player, Rachel, takes the ball off of her, continuing the route the blonde had begun.

Rachel crosses the ball over to me, giving her time to run into the 18-yard box, I give the ball back to her, seeing no players had marked her, but instead of shooting she passes it right in front of me. I sprint to the ball, sliding on the ground in hope to get there before any of the opposition, the ball jumping right over the goalkeeper.

Cheers roar from the crowd, and as much I'm loving it, I'm not exactly enjoying the two players fallen over on top of me. I manage to roll out of the trap, and I'm immediately met with Taylor smiling at my side, "Though you got rusty for a moment." She jokes, patting me on the back.

Halftime finally comes around, Coach congratulates us all and the girls have a couple of minutes to chat amongst themselves.

The next half flies by, it was as if every single trouble that weighed my shoulders down had been lifted. It felt good to be doing the one thing I love to do. The score ended up a 5-2 win. And the team and I were ecstatic, the crowd's reaction only adding to the mix and increasing every level of happiness.

I find myself separated from the rest of the team, celebrating our win in my own way, and yes, that may be on my own in the changing room, but at least I'm celebrating. I told Taylor and Rachel I'd meet them later, but I'm not too sure how long 'later' will be.

"Hey, you played amazing."

My ears prick up at the familiar voice, Dana in her red cheerleading uniform stalking around the corner, "Thank you."

"How was the Bigfoots' game?" I question, slightly curious as to how she managed to cheer for both teams at the same time.

"I'm not too sure..." She smirks, "I wasn't there."

I sigh, placing my bottle of water to the side of me, "Dana," I smile, ", thank you so much."

The girl furrows her eyebrows, "What do you mean?" She asks, knowing exactly why I was thanking her.

"You know," I roll my eyes, ", you were meant to be cheering the guys tonight, yet you cheer for us and you bring the crowd with you. It was just what the girls needed, I don't know how I could possibly thank you."

"Um, no problem," Dana blushes, ", though, there is one way you could thank me, on behalf of the whole squad."

"What's that?" I tilt my head, wondering what she has in mind.

She takes a step closer to me, her eyes locking with mine, "Kiss me."

My eyes widen, and I'm momentarily lost for words. All I can do is stare at her, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She takes this opportunity to lean in closer, her lips pressing against mine. My initial shock quickly turns into something else, something much more intense. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer, not wanting to let go.

When the two of us separate, none of us speaks, we simply just stare for what feels like hours.

Dana chuckles, "I've been wanting to do that for a while.", her hand softly resting on my upper arm.

My cheeks heat up at the statement, and all of a sudden I'm unable to form words, "Wow." I say, causing the girl to giggle.

"Come on, let's go."

Back to that whole metaphor about spring or whatever, yeah, I don't think there ever was one. I think I was just trying to blame my self-pity on something. Life had dealt me a pretty crappy hand, but it wasn't the end of the world. And as long as I had the opportunity for new beginnings, Dana, for example, that was all that really mattered.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #life is strange before the storm #dana ward x reader #dana ward #taylor christensen #rachel amber #joyce price #chloe price #zachary riggins

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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Hello!! I absolutely loved your new story post!! You definitely exceeded my expectations and you've done an incredible job as always. I cannt express enough how much I enjoy reading your stuff. You're starting to become an inspiration for me aha anyways, I hope that you get through the other one at your own pace. And hopefully others will start throwing in more requests too. Best of luck!

hey, thank you so much!!! i’m like full on smiling at my phone whilst reading this. i’m so glad you enjoy it, and NO FUCKING WAY. AN INSPIRATION??? i’m not jesus calm it but fr this means so much to me, again tysm for all the support x

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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ᖴᗩᗰIᒪY ᖇEᑌᑎIOᑎ

Kate Marsh x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Kate Marsh x female reader. Kate asks r to have dinner with her parents. They've been dating for a while, but long enough for reader to know that Kate's mother is heavily religious so she'd obviously be homophobic. Dinner is very tense but Kate's dad likes reader and the mom eventually reluctantly accepts r”

Warnings: Homophobia, all I can think of atm

"Kate, I don't think that's a very good idea," I admit hesitantly, my nerves through the roof with just the mere idea in mind.

"But Lynn loved you when we called, so maybe it's time you met the whole family!" She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling.

I'm not sure if I should be more terrified or excited at the prospect of meeting her family for the first time. I've learned that her family is lovely, even though their conservative views may be a big part of their life. I don't think Kate has ever told me a negative thing about them.

I'm sure Kate dropped hints about the two of us dating to her parents, though the question of whether they know or not is still hung above our heads. I mean, I owe it to Kate, she's met most of my family, even extended family, I guess it's time to return the favour.

"Ok, I'll go," I finally give in, and hell it was worth it, the grin on her face worth more than the concept of money.

"Great! Thank you so much, Y/n!" She smiles from ear to ear trapping me in a massive bear-hug, glueing my arms to my side.

"No problem, Kate. I'm just glad we can do this together." I managed to strain out even with the lack of air the dirty-blonde is allowing me, relieved that this hurdle was set to be overcome.

Kate and I, we've been dating for 5 months and, to put it vaguely, it has been magnificent. We have a lot in common and despite what others may think, she's so much fun. Every date has been a great one--definitely better than some of my previous partners-- even if it's simply just trying a new tea or buying little bunny clothes for Alice. The both of us really do like each other, I sure know I do, but of course, this had to happen at some point.

Regardless, I know that meeting her family is going to be an interesting experience.

I lie on my side on her bed while she sits with her back facing me only her head turned to look me in the eyes, "So, what do I wear?"

"Clothes would be a good start." She giggles at her own words, "I'm sure they won't mind what you wear unless it's jewellery." The girl quickly adds.

"Why jewellery?" I query.

"Oh Y/n, you wouldn't understand. My mother is quite the critique on jewellery, one too many pearls, diamonds, chains on the piece will make her believe you're a satanist."

"Wow, not dramatic at all." I joke with a giggle in contrast to her somewhat concerning words.

"No, not at all. She's been there and I'm sure she'll do it again." She sighs, slightly turning to the side to take hold of my hand. "But don't worry, I can assure you that your little golden bracelet will not lead her to believe you are a satanist," She pauses, ", more of a criminal." The girl chuckles with a wink, only for the seriousness to take over once more. "But seriously, wear what you want. Though, expect to be judged."

I nod in agreement, leaning back into Kate's bed. It feels so good to finally be able to talk about this. We've been so secretive, scared of what our families would think or say. But now that we're both ready, we can finally begin to heal the wounds we've inflicted on ourselves.

The day soon arrives, and not to exaggerate, but I'm absolutely terrified. Terrified to the point the bottle of wine held in my hands as I stand outside the Marsh family's house is quite literally shaking.

My grip tightens around the neck of the bottle, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart before I knock on the door. Kate's hand softly placed on my back. After what feels like an eternity, the door opens and I'm met with Kate's mother, her father following shortly behind. The resemblance to Kate is uncanny, but I refuse to let that bother me.

"Hey, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you Mrs Marsh, Mr Marsh." I smile, extending my hand toward both parents.

The father smiles, accepting my hand and shaking it, he must be happy to see Kate it's been quite a while since Christmas break."Oh, please, none of that Y/n. Call me Richard, and this is-"

"I'll stick with Mrs Marsh, thank you."

I'm caught off guard by the sudden tense feeling hung in the air, but I shrug it off, remembering the bottle of wine still within the grip of my hands. I look down at it, then back up to Mrs Marsh, who didn't seem too impressed.

"Oh, here," I hand her the bottle, ", this is for you." I awkwardly smile, still standing out the front of their house. It's like I need to complete some sort of test before entering the holy grounds.

The woman scoffs through her nose, reading the label, "Might I ask, how did you get this? Kate told me you were in her classes, meaning you're 18 if I'm correct." She interrogates, scaring me to the core, I'm sure Kate and her father could hear the massive gulp I'd performed after her words.

"Uh, of course, I am 18, my father bought it for me." I stutter, "Of course, not for me, bought it for me to give you, I gave him the mon-"

"I think it's best we head inside, I think I'm working up a cold." Kate smiles, dragging Mrs Marsh's burning gaze from me and around into the house. The girl turns her head to me mouthing a quick 'I'm sorry', before we enter the house. The six of us sit around the table, each parent sat adjacent to the other on either head of the table, Kate's sisters sat together while Kate and I sit opposite them.

Mrs Marsh speaks up, placing her glass of red wine down, "So, Y/n, Kate tells me you two became friends in Blackwell, just how so did that happen?"

I can't really tell whether she thinks it shouldn't have happened or whether she wished it hadn't happened. Both options don't sound too appealing. And, plus, friends? I thought Kate told her parents about us. Maybe her mother likes to know the beginnings of stories rather than jumping straight to the main plot. I sure hope so.

Richard clears his throat, "Oh honey, I'm sure Kate told you. Speaking of Kate telling us things, she doesn't stop talking about you on the phone, I'm sure her sisters know more about you than you do." He chuckles, gaining a scoff off of his wife.

"Don't be ridiculous, Richard. Y/n barely knows our Kate, I can guarantee in a year's time, they won't remember each other." She rolls her eyes, clearly not happy about the topic.

"Elizabeth! Please, we have guests." He warns Mrs Marsh.

"Guest." She corrects him out of spite.

"Yes, guest. And I don't want to hear any of your-"

"Y/n, what's your story?" Mrs Marsh interrupts, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table, a faux sweet smile planted on her face as she blatantly ignores her husband.

I take a moment to calm myself down, reaching for Kate's hand under the table to which she accepts. I can feel Mrs Marsh's eyes on me, judging me, but I refuse to back down. I open my mouth to speak but fail to do so for a few seconds.

"Well, uh, I'm from Seattle, I'm majoring in English Literature-" I attempt to explain but am cut off.

"Sorry, let me put this in more accurate words, what do you want with Kate? You don't exactly seem to be the best of examples." She bites.

"Mom!"

"Honey, this is a conversation between me and your friend here." She snaps, fists balling around her knife and fork.

"Elizabeth, for Christ's sake, leave the poor girl alone." Kate's father finally speaks up, his voice a lot louder and a lot less calm than before.

I'm not exactly sure what I've done, said, or even looked at for that matter. Maybe Kate told them something, but what would there be to tell? I excuse myself from the table, stating I was refilling my half-empty glass of water. I get up out of my seat and wander off, finding my way to the kitchen, and to my surprise, Kate had followed me in. I take a sip from the glass with a chuckle, "So," I place the glass down, a cross my arms, ", was it the necklace?"

I can tell Kate doesn't want to laugh, but it doesn't stop the cute little grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She steps forward to fiddle with the small necklace resting on my chest, a sorry expression on her face.

"I'm sorry." She breathes.

"Don't be, I'm sure she's just a bit curious as to who her daughter is keeping company with."

"Y/n, that's no excuse for the wake she was speaking to you." Her one hand cups my cheek as I try to avoid any eye contact. We both hear footsteps from down the hall, Kate recognises whose they are, leaning forward and plating a peck on my cheek. "I didn't tell her about us, only father. I think the time has come."

She leaves me confused, what 'time' has come? I thought her family knew about us, no wonder her mom's been a total bitch to me. Kate meets her mother at the door-framed entrance into the kitchen, Mrs Marsh not sparing me of the searing glare she'd been burning into me all evening before they both wander off.

I sigh, turning around and reaching for my glass, I turn back around and I'm met with Kate's youngest sister.

"Oh, Lynn! You scared me a bit there." I gasp, giggling shortly after.

"Sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to startle you." She giggles too, cheeks turning a light pink.

"It's okay, I was just surprised is all." I smile.

"I think my mom's scarier." Lynn returns, her smile deflating.

"I hate to say it, but I agree." I laugh, patting Lynn's back before walking back into the living room.

I notice Kate's other sister, Grace, still sitting at the abandoned table, Mr Marsh must've left once we'd all abruptly cleared. Food still on our plates, cutlery misplaced, napkins chucked onto the table.

"Hey." I smile, walking up to her.

"Hi." She responds quietly, looking down at her lap.

"Are you alright?" I frown, touching her arm lightly.

"I'm fine, I just..." She trails off, shaking her head.

"It's okay, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I'm not, it's just..." She sighs, looking up at me, "I don't understand why mother is like this. Can't she see Kate is happy? She's always taught us to love everybody and not to hate, but hate is all she seems to do. Y/n, I do hope mother finally sees the wrongs of her beliefs, for your's and Kate's sake."

I'm taken aback by her words, I've never heard her talk like this before. It's as if the weight of the world has been placed on her shoulders, and she doesn't know how to carry it.

"You're awfully nature for your age." I nudge her shoulder gently, but she obviously wasn't in a very good mood, giving me no choice but to return to our sombre-toned conversation. "It's okay, Grace, Kate and I won't let a few words break us apart."

Our speaking suddenly halts when a shout echoes throughout the Marsh house. Mr Marsh steps through the front door, his eyes scanning the house, he must've heard the shout too. We continue to hear more shouting, not back and forth, only one-sidedly. Whenever there's a louder voice, a softer and soothing one follows in return. Giving us all the hint Mrs Marsh isn't too happy with the news Kate has given.

"Please! Mom, listen!" Kate calls, following her mother who had just stormed past all of us in the dining room and into the living room.

"Enough, Kate." Words seethe through her clenched teeth, "I don't want to hear it." I notice Kate's eye's red and teary, the sight makes me merely want to crumble. "And you," She snaps her head to me, ", stay away from Kate."

Before I have a chance to respond, Mr Marsh's voice has already drowned out his wife's anger-fuelled muttering. Taking her out of the room, the living room now brought to silence.

"What happened?" I ask, but Kate's eyes remain trained on her youngest sister, studying her as if she's a specimen he's never seen before.

"I-I told her-" Kate starts to sob, "I told her about us. How I felt about you."

"Take your time." I remind her, knowing the smallest dose of emotion could send Kate into some sort of frenzy.

"And she just- she- she said I was impure, disgusting, a sinner." Kate gasps, her arms clinging onto mine. "And then she told me to leave... And never come back."

I can feel the tears streaming down my face, I'm not sure what to do. We're both in shock, all we can do is stand here and hold onto each other.

About 30 minutes pass by, though they feel like hours, Kate and I's plans to stay the night had changed and we were just beginning to leave until we're stopped at the door. Mr Marsh and his daughters had bid their goodbyes, so it could only be one person. "Kate."

We turn around to face Mrs Marsh, eyes closed, letting out a deep sigh. She fiddles with the sleeves on her blouse before speaking again.

"Though it isn't normal, it isn't... bad." She grumbles, "I don't understand how you could possibly turn that way, but it is out of my control. I'm sorry. To the both of you."

"It's okay." Kate tells her, though I can see the pain and heartache etched all over her features. And with that, Mrs Marsh closes the door.

It's going to be a while until the next family reunion.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #protect kate marsh #kate marsh x reader #Kate marsh #lynn marsh

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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Hello!! How are you doing?? Not too stressed out lately? Forgive my lack of manners but how are you coming along with the stories? I don't mean to sound pushy but I figured you'd been busy with personal things and I totally understand and hope you work through it all.

I’m doing well thankyou! past couple of weeks have been a bit hectic (code for almost finished the first request) i’m sorry about the wait.

the first request is most likely going to be posted somewhere around wednesday, maybe? and the second might take another week or so.

so once again, i’m a really sorry about the wait! but thank you for the support (again). :)

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Hello!! I'm terribly sorry about the football request. Could you possibly alter that to be a female reader x Dana Ward?

it’s totally fine, no need to be sorry! i will absolutely get started on this request once i’m finished with the Kate request :)

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Hello again!! I just got this idea not long ago, and I was wondering if you could be a darling and possibly write out another request? This one being about Kate Marsh x female reader. Kate asks r to have dinner with her parents. They've been dating for a while, but long enough for reader to know that Kate's mother is heavily religious so she'd obviously be homophobic. Dinner is very tense but Kate's dad likes reader and the mom eventually reluctantly accepts r. Lots of angst plz? Tysm!!

Of course, hopefully this will make up for the last request ;)

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urmumsdrycooch · 2 years

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Hello!! Can I ask for another story request?

If you haven't already noticed I'm such a LIS fan haha but yeah, could I ask for something with Dana Ward and male reader where he's playing in a football game and reader goes through a breakup up with his gf (her breaking up with him) so reader gets all emotional during the game (you can decide whether they win or not). After the game, Dana notices reader upset and approaches him and he tells her about the breakup and they end up getting together when she gets her feelings out to him?

If you get the time please do get started!! Tysm!!

hey, i’d love to do another request, but the thing is, i don’t write for male reader, IM SO SORRY!! it’s just a thing i have, it feels odd? feel free to leave any female or gn requests.

again i’m so sorry! hope you have a good day

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Hello!! You continue to amaze me!! The story is a-mazing!! You are SO UNAPRECCIATED WTF!! Anyway.... how are you?

OMG TYSM! i’m doing good thank you! same old really :)

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Alex Chen x GN!Reader

Summary: "A gn!reader x Alex Chen from lis: true colours where reader is new to Haven and they know Alex because they used to date (let's just say she's a bit older since shes, like 16 or something in the game) but they broke up because Alex had abandonment issues (you can add anything else if you like) so when reader shows up, Alex is a bit distand and cold shouldered because shes falling in love with them again and is super scared to admit it even though reader never stopped loving her? Happy ending and all pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment issues.

Someone told me that the best way to start life is by moving on and away. Make things happen for yourself, get out and seize every opportunity that crosses your path. Live life to the fullest and don't let anything hold you back. Though I may not remember who, it didn't stop me from following their words.

I'd been living in Portland for the past two years, and those two years were probably the shittiest of my life. Living on minimum wage in some good-for-nothing bar in the cheapest flat possible with a roommate I never see and their cat, still trying to recover from a breakup from like a year ago.

I had given up on everything and everyone. I was going through the motions, just existing.

One day, I was at the bar, nursing a beer and scrolling through my phone when I saw an advertisement for a job in a small town over in Colorado. I continued to scan over every minute detail, each word tempting me more and more. It gave me everything I lacked, a stable home and job, a community, and just peace within myself. I hesitated for a moment, but then I decided to go for it, sending an email to the ad's address.

It wasn't exactly how I'd planned on spending my shift, but for some reason, I don't feel a single ounce of remorse. So as soon as I got home I began packing.

It felt all too familiar, shoving all your stuff in bags knowing you'll be leaving everything behind. All too familiar.

I'd been placed in this situation a year ago, I was with someone, I was in love, but it doesn't matter anymore. Well, it shouldn't matter, even thought it's the only thing I remember before this version of my life. I chose to be with her, I gave everything for her, I was doing it for Alex and I, but clearly she couldn't do the same. She destroyed every ounce of my happiness with a few of her words, it was almost like she knew exactly how to take apart all of my feelings.

But this time, I knew that I was doing it for me.

After numerous taxis I could barely afford and several mental breakdowns, I arrived in Colorado two weeks later and despite the nerves, at first glance, it was all worth it. Haven was adorable, the people looked friendly, and the job position was perfect. It was everything I'd ever wanted and more.

That was all until 2 hours post arrival. Where I'm at now. Occasionally glancing through a record shop window, in fear I'd seen someone I'd been trying to escape. Brushing it off as if it were just my mind playing tricks on me.

Considering it was the first day, I settled in nicely, a cutesy little flat above one of the shops littered around the town. It already felt like home, but as always, something had to go wrong.

I slept like a baby knowing I had no more major responsibilities to take care of, I can simply just live my life.

I exit the building the morning after to take a walk around Haven, and familiarise myself with my new home. I stroll past the small ice cream shop, the couple (who I guess is the owners) outside in a heated discussion. Then passing by a post office, I look ahead, and finally, something intrigues me.

'Rocky Mountain Record Traders', sounds cool, might go have a look inside.

I wander over to the door, letting my hand push it open. I'm greeted by a cheerful auburn girl, rocking a navy blue beanie, "Welcome!"

"Hey," I smile back out of politeness.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around?" She questions, leaning back on the counter.

"Yeah, got here yesterday from Portland," I answer, scratching the back of my neck.

"Oh, cool! My friend in the back is from Portland, what's your name?" The auburn beams, waiting for my response so she can call her friend.

"Y/n. Y/n L/n."

There she is, she walks in, taking one glance at me then not bothering to spare another in my direction. It feels like my heart's stopped as if I'm witnessing a scene from a movie and not reality. I can't move, I can't do anything as she stands in front of me, my heart shattering into a million pieces all over again.

"Have I reunited something special or are you total strangers?" Steph jokes in an attempt to fill the silence.

"Total strangers." The black-haired girl huffs before turning around and walking out the door.

What is her fucking problem? Can't we at least be civil, I didn't end us, she did. I should be the one storming out the door, the fucking nerve of her. She doesn't get to walk out on me. Not again. "Hey, where are you going?" Steph asks, not receiving an answer from the girl.

Steph glances at me with raised eyebrows, unknowing of what had just happened. I can tell she's decided not to dwell on it, simply just giving me a nod before letting me leave.

Later that night I sat in my room, wondering how the only good thing in my life has been ruined by the only good thing in another life. How did we end up in the same place again? Part of me wants to say fate, but it's immediately terminated as soon as it was brought to mind. Alex doesn't get to be angry, she left me. No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing.

I go to sleep with her on my mind, nothing has changed.

I wake up in the morning and do as I usually would, shower, brush my hair and teeth, etcetera. It soon gets to 1:30, and I begin to make my way over to my new job, a bartender at some bar called the Black Lantern, I talk to some guy called Jed who runs the place and we discuss my schedule and wages, nothing too exciting, then I finally get to work.

I scan the room, noting the very... unique style, unable to tell if it's pirate-esque or cowboy-esque. I continue to think about that for another half hour until I notice somebody to my side.

I take my eyes off the beer I had begun to pour to find out who had just joined me behind the bar. For it only to be, the one, the only, Alex Chen. What a shocker. The one thing (person) that I'd hoped to avoid at all costs just happens to work where I work.

The shift goes on and the bar gets busier and busier as more people flow into the building. I'm surprised we haven't run out of Lager yet, got me pouring three at a time. Alex hadn't uttered a word to me, only bringing back empty glasses and occasionally pulling the odd few drinks. I wasn't sure if I should be offended or not, so I decided to just let it go.

I watch her put on her jacket and make her way to the door, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" I shout over the loud chatter of prominently old men.

"Shift's over."

"It's jammed in here, can't you stay a little while longer?" I request, sounding too needy and desperate for my own liking.

Alex rolls her eyes in response and walks annoyedly back over to the bar, this time she'd every so often bear to even speak a couple of words to me, whether it's "Pass those." or "Hurry it up." It's still progress, not like I needed it nor wanted it.

A few hours later and it's getting close to close, Jed lets us know that we're all going home for the night. As we're saying our goodbyes, Alex finally breaks the silence.

"So, you work here now?" She asks eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Yes, I started today," I answer, not really knowing what else to say.

"Why are you here?" She continues, her voice laced with a tone I couldn't quite distinguish.

"My own reasons."

"Just tell me did you know I was here?" She bites, her voice laced with poison as she spat it right into my face.

"God! Everything is not about you, if anything I came here to get over you." I snap back, her face dropping as soon as I responded.

Maybe I shouldn't have told her that, she probably still thinks I have feelings for her, which I do not. I do not. But what if she still has feelings for me? Oh God Y/n, get your mind out of the gutter.

She just looks at me for a moment, seeming to contemplate what to say next. In the end, she simply turns on her heel but before she could walk away I take hold on to her wrist. She doesn't look shocked, she actually looked like she knew I was going to do it. And that fucking annoys me.

"So?" I let go of her wrist, crossing my arms.

"So what?"

"Don't play dumb, Chen. No explanation? You left me, no reason as to why." My voice on the verge of breaking due to the tears I try to hold back.

"It's not that simple, Y/n."

"Oh? So how simple is it then, Alex? I did nothing to you, I loved to until my heart could take it no longer, and even then I continued. Was it one-sided? Did you get bored? Please, just give me a clue." I utter, a waterfall of tears threatening to pour from my eyes.

"You were going to leave me, Y/n! So, I had to leave you before you would do it to me!" She admits, taking me back quite a bit, silencing any words that were ready to pass over my lips. She plays with her sleeves, looking as though she regrets what she'd just confessed. The sight brought a hint of sadness to me, she looks so vulnerable and fragile.

"I would've never fucking left you, Alex. What could've possibly made you think that?"

"I could feel it, I had my suspicions and I was scared, so I did it before I got hurt. I won't have another person leave me. I knew I'd never stop loving you, so I left while uncertain."

Deep down I know that I too would never stop loving her, and how true that is right at this moment.

"Did you ever stop?" I ask, my voice shaky and broken.

"No."

The silence fell upon us again, this time it was heavier, more weighted. It felt like the air had been cut off and we were both struggling to breathe.

"Me neither." I finally whisper, my voice trembling.

And with that, we hugged each other tightly, letting our tears soak into each other's clothes. We held on to each other as if our lives depended on it because, in a way, they did.

#life is strange true colors #life is strange x reader #life is strange 3 #alex chen x reader #alex chen #steph gingrich #jed lucan

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