(WARNING!!! BADLY WRITTEN AND MAKES NO SENSE BUT I WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU!!!)
Imagine taking Powder out for a walk around the undercity to pick up some supplies for your husband Vander.
You have your back to Powder while you talk to the shop keep, unbeknownst to you, Powder had been tinkering with one of her gadgets and pocketing old parts off the street and shops.
You finally turn back to Powder after hearing her panicking and a faint ticking sound when you realise that she accidentally activated it.
You immediately grab the home made bomb off of her- looking around to see if theres anywhere to throw it but you're surrounded by people and before you know it you curl in on yourself- confining the small explosion to yourself.
You fall to the ground, feeling your stomach burning- shards of metal from the bomb lodged into the raw muscle that was now exposed and colorful smoke surrounds you.
Powder stands above you, sobbing and panicking trying to help you get up- but you tell her to go get Vander and she nods before running as fast as she could away from you- you can barley hear anything around you and the crowd that was once around you had vanished.
The last thing you remember is the blurry figure of Vander running towards you in the distance, followed by four smaller figures.
My writing is absolutely ASS, so anyone who knows how to write and is willing to- pretty please do! Literally my posts are just to give other people ideas. (totally not because im desperate and suffering from Arcane)
If someone does write this, PLEASE write Vander and the kids taking care of Reader until they recover and Reader reassuring Powder that they aren't angry.
(The explosion was small by the way- but Reader didn't want anyone else to get hurt and thats why they locked in idk dude its 12:42 AM and im tweaking)
Hes so fucking hot dude
I promise I'll start writing again but I'm not doing great mentally right now- haven't been for a while :(
âż Summary: A Compilation of Dating Headcanons Featuring Oliver X Reader
âż Character(s): Oliver (Threadville)
âż Genre: Headcanons, SFW
âż Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!
âż Image Credits: @Super Skeleton Studio
â The first time Oliver realized he liked you was during one of your veggie-pickinâ hangouts. You plucked a tomato with dirt-streaked hands, held it to the sunlight and smiled so proud â and Oliver? He forgot how to speak. The radishes got jealous. âYou got a way of makinâ things glow brighter than the sun,â heâd mutter later, kicking at the dirt. âEven tomatoes,â youâd say, nudging him. He turned redder than a boiled beet.
â Oliver gets real nervous about gift-giving, but every month he leaves a different wildflower on your windowsill â morning glories, daffodils, clover chains. Once, he left a rock with googly eyes glued to it because âyou said you liked silly thingsâ. Itâs your favorite gift.
â He tries to teach you how to farm, but he gets so flustered when youâre too close. Like, flapping-his-hands-and-dropping-the-watering-can flustered. âO-oh! Your handâs on mine! Jeepersâ! I meanâI donât mind, I justâWELL DOGGONE IT I CANâT FOCUS WHEN YOU SMILE LIKE THAT!â
â Oliver writes you little love notes, but theyâre always hidden. Inside the seed packets. In your jacket pocket. In the breadbox?? One time you found one in the laundry with âSORRY FOR GETTINâ SOPPY ON YA, I LIKE YOU A WHOLE LOTâ written on it. He canât say it out loud yet. But he means it.
â He gets protective in the gentlest ways. Pulls you close when the wind picks up. Offers you his hat when it rains. Stands between you and Veena when sheâs being a little too intense. âYouâre so nice, it makes my teeth itch,â she grumbles. Oliver just shrugs. âDonât reckon it costs nothinâ to be kind.â
â When youâre sad, Oliver doesnât always have the words. Heâs not great at deep speeches or philosophical comforts. But heâll sit with you in the fields. Bring pie. Let you cry into his shirt. âWe donât gotta talk. Just let the dirt hold us up today.â It always helps.
â He plays the piano for you when he thinks youâre asleep. Soft, twinkly notes drifting through the barn at night. Romcom themes. Little lullabies. The sound of his heart playing itself out, one careful note at a time.
â He loves wearing dresses around you, especially on sunny days. One time you complimented how cute he looked and he short-circuited, tripped on a cabbage, and said âY-you think Iâm pretty?!â You do. He still blushes about it.
â Oliver can lift heavy things like theyâre paper bags, thanks to years of farming. You didnât expect that. Neither did Veena, who once watched him carry you, two crates of turnips, and a confused chicken across the yard and said âIâm scared. Heâs too powerful.â
â When he says âI love youâ for the first time, itâs quiet. Hesitant. Almost like a secret heâs not sure heâs allowed to share. But when you say it backâwhen you say it like you mean itâOliver just melts. âI thought maybe I was too plain for somethinâ as beautiful as you,â he admits. âBut if you love me back, then I must be bloom-worthy after all.â
Gaslight District fanfic writers on their way to create literal masterpieces for a show with a barely one month old pilot
Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Sean McGuire, Sadie Adler, Lenny Summers
Warning(s): None
Genre: Fluff
You practically had to drag him to the waterpark because he âdonât see the point in all this.â
But the second he sees you in your swimsuit? Yeah, suddenly heâs okay with being here.
"Well... reckon I could tolerate it for a little while." (Coughs, avoids eye contact.)
 Refuses to wear swim trunks. Heâs in his normal pants, boots left somewhere safe.
Goes into the lazy river with you but doesnât lay back. He sits upright, watching everything, grumbling about kids splashing too much.
If someone bumps into you too hard? He just stares them down. They apologize immediately.
You convince him to try a water slide. He acts annoyed, but when he gets off, he mutters, "Alright, that wasnât bad."
Carries you bridal-style into the wave pool. Holds onto you tight so you donât get tossed around by the waves.
Buys you food, keeps an eye on your stuff, and acts like he hates the place but secretly has fun because heâs with you.
Acts like he knows exactly what heâs doing. He doesnât.
"Pffft, a water slide? Easy. I ainât scared of no little drop."
IMMEDIATELY SCREAMS the whole way down.
Lands so awkwardly in the pool that a lifeguard asks if heâs okay.
Gets water in his nose constantly. Every five minutes: "Goddamn water! This stuffâs evil!"
Tried to race you on the slides and lost because he somehow got stuck halfway down.
Trips on the wet ground at least once. You try not to laugh. You fail.
Loves holding you in the hot tub because "This is the only part of this damn place I like."
Tries to flirt but keeps coughing from accidentally inhaling water.
"So... you come here oftâCOUGHâdamn it!"
Walks into the waterpark like he owns the place.
"You see, my dear, there is a certain elegance to enjoying the finer things in life."
Buys the most expensive lounge chair and insists you sit beside him like royalty.
Talks about "the plan" to go on the biggest slide.
Regrets it immediately but refuses to admit it. Comes out looking stunned, hair all over the place.
Pretends he enjoyed it. "See? It was all part of the experience."
Keeps fixing his mustache every time he gets wet.
Absolutely refuses to go into a crowded pool. "I am a man of dignity, my dear, I do not simply wade into a sea of screaming children."
Instead, he sits in the hot tub with his arm around you, while secretly admiring you.
Loves the waterparkâthis is his element.
Knows exactly what heâs doing. Jumps straight into the pool like a pro.
Youâre trying to get to a lounge chair, and heâs already halfway up the biggest slide.
Tries to impress you with fancy dives. And succeeds.
Flirts with you non-stop.
"Mi amor, you look absolutely stunning."
"How about we go somewhere more private, hmm? Perhaps a quiet corner of the pool?"
Challenges you to a race on the slides. Lets you win once, "Youâre fast love... but next time, I wonât go easy on you."
Will absolutely show you off in front of other people
Ends the day holding you close in the hot tub, whispering sweet things in your ear and laughing with you
Shows up in a classy button-up and straw hat, looking like heâs about to sip whiskey on a boat instead of going down water slides.
"Ah, my dear, this seems like a fine place to relax."
Absolutely refuses to go on any slidesâheâs here for the hot tub and sunbathing with you.
Gets free drinks from the bar because he charms the staff.
"Now, sweetheart, I may be older, but I still know how to have a good time." (Winks while sipping his drink.)
Loves floating with you in the lazy river, arm around you, watching the chaos unfold.
Secretly bets on who will get injured firstâhe always picks Sean.
The only way you get him on a slide is if you bat your eyelashes and beg. He grumbles the whole way up.
Comes out the other side grinning like a kid. "Alright, alright, maybe that was a little fun."
Quietly watches over you the entire time, making sure no one messes with you.
"You want to go on the slides? Alright, Iâll go with you." (Holds your hand the whole time.)
Loves the wave pool. Swims effortlessly while you struggle, laughs softly and helps you stay afloat.
The best at water gun fights. Somehow snipes Sean in the eye from across the pool.
Prefers chilling in the hot tub with you after a long day.
If he sees someone staring at you too long, he just gives them one look. They immediately leave.
Buys you snacks, makes sure youâre drinking water, is the only responsible person here.
At the end of the day, heâs just content being with you, lying in a lounge chair, watching the sunset together.
The first thing she does? "Letâs find the biggest, scariest slide."
Drags you to it before you can even protest.
Screams the whole way downâbut itâs out of pure excitement.
"Hell yeah! Letâs go again!"
Beats everyone in a water gun fight. Youâre on her team, so you automatically win.
No one dares to splash her in the pool. They know better.
Pulls you into the wave pool with her, laughing as you both get knocked around.
If you get scared of something, sheâs right there: "Donât worry, sugar, I gotcha."
Loves to mess with you, splashing you or sneaking up on you in the water.
Ends the day lying with you on a beach chair, relaxing in the sun. "A damn good day, if ya ask me."
Immediate chaos.
Pushes people into the pool. Yes, including you.
"Oh, lass, you were takinâ too long gettinâ in!"
Jumps off things heâs not supposed to.
Steals your sunglasses and says, "Damn, I make these look good."
Annoys Arthur and John all day.
"Oi! Bet I can do a bigger splash than ya!"
Actually gets banned from one slide for being "too disruptive."
But heâs shockingly sweet to you.
Buys you snacks.
Makes sure no one messes with you.
Will carry you if you get tired. "Câmon, love, up ya go!"
Finds a quiet corner of pool where itâs just you and him, pulling you close. "Maybe I ainât so bad after all, huh?"
Super excited to be here.
"Come on, letâs go on everything!"
Loves the slides but gets stuck behind a bunch of kids and politely waits.
Has the best time in the wave pool. Laughs every time he gets knocked over.
Splashes you playfully but makes sure he doesnât overdo it.
Carries your stuff, makes sure you drink water, and is overall the best boyfriend here.
Wins every race on the slides. "Better luck next time, darlin'!"
At the end of the day, he just loves sitting next to you, holding your hand, and watching the sunset.
Arthur Morgan x Reader (fluff)
A Sip of Mayhem
Description: Arthur captures a bounty who'd drug his customers by offering them âjuiceâ just to rob them blind. He confiscated a bottle to show the sheriff, but forgot it in his satchel, deciding to deal with it the next day. That night, when he witnesses your stumbling figure practically catcall him from across camp and found the bottle on his desk, empty, he faces a lot of trouble getting you to settle down. â ď¸Warnings: reader is basically drunk, tries to jump into a stream, mentions of religious upbringing, being orphaned. this aint dark, just stupid and funny `(*>ďš<*)â˛
The small jeweled bottle of strange liquid sat on Arthurs desk, glowing softly under the moonlight. Heâd meant to take it to the sheriff first thing in the morning after catching a bountyâa man whoâd drug his customers and rob them blind, but after the long ride back to camp, his legs had screamed at him to sit down for a while, and heâd forgotten all about it.
Now, with the party in full swing celebrating Seanâs return to Horseshoe overlook, the bottle was the last thing on his mind. Laughter and the sound of a badly played fiddle filled the air as Sean drunkenly exaggerated some story during his time as a captive, waving a bottle of whiskey around like it was a prop in a stage play.
Arthur wasnât much for parties, so he sat back in his chair, rolling a cigarette and letting the chaos unfold. He was half expecting you to join him, usually not one to enjoy loud gatherings or drinking yourself. He remembered you told him that your folks were real religious-like prior to their passing, before you had stumbled upon the gang of outlaws as a child. He enjoyed those quiet talks with you. He chuckled a little, outlawing was one thing, but drinking was where you crossed the line. That was until he heard your voice cut through the camp, slurred and way too loud.
âWell! arenâtchu a fiiine cowboy,â you practically purred from across camp.
Arthurâs head snapped up.
You stood there, dressed in your casual attire, a comfortable blouse and a long skirt. But you were unusually swaying like the wind was about to knock you over, a loopy grin plastered on your face. Your normally calm nature was nowhere to be found, gone, vanished, replaced by whatever nonsense had taken hold of you.Â
You pointed at him dramatically, eyes nearly crossing,
âArthur Morgannn,â you drawled, dragging out his name like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. âYou got nice-â you hiccuped, clutching your chest for a moment, ânice hands, made for holdinâ a lady, you know that?â You slurred as you stumbled toward him.Â
Arthurâs cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth as his face reddened under the brim of his hat. âWhat the hell-â
Dutch, who had been dancing nearby with Molly, chuckled, âNow that ainât normal.â
Arthur narrowed his eyes. It was then he noticed you hiccup again, looking oddly glassy-eyed. It didnât take a genius to realize something was wrong. Then, like a switch flipping in his brain, he remembered.
The bottle.
It was on his desk, but opened, empty.
âAw, hell,â Arthur groaned. He shot up from his chair and started toward you. âYou didnâtâtell me you didnât drink somethinâ off my desk.â
You hiccuped again and winced like heâd just accused you of murder, âWell..I did!âÂ
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and you spoke again, âit was a pretty lookin juice, Arthur! Youâ gonna tell me juice is a crime now?-â
âOh it werenât no juice, woman!â Arthur snapped.Â
âWell, what was in it?â Hosea, who had heard the ordeal nearby, appeared at his side, eyeing you with a suspicious yet concerned look.Â
âIt was a drug from a bounty! One I meant to turn into the sheriffsâŚâ he trailed off, feeling foolish for the slip up. Â
Hosea let out a long-suffering sigh beside him. âGreat. She canât even handle a cup of coffee without buzzing, what the hellâs a spiked drink gonna do to her?âÂ
âI donât know,â Arthur muttered, reaching for you, but you took a dramatic step back, swaying.Â
âNoooo, no, no,â you wagged your finger at him, âI donât need your help.â
Arthur groaned before holding you by the shoulders and looking into your dilated pupils âNow, darlinâ,âÂ
âYeah?â Your gaze drifts here and there, seeing the world bend him in a funny way, before his finger snaps in front of you,
âYouâre drunk off your ass, so you gotta let me and Hosea sit you down and-â
âDrunk?!â You gasped again, stumbling back from his hold. âI am not!â
You absolutely were.
âI do not-I donât drink!â You shout.
Then, before they could grab you, you turned tail and bolted.
Your brain was working at half-speed. Or maybe it was working at double speed. Who knew? Who cared?
All you knew was that Arthur was chasing you, and that was hilarious.
âYou ainât gonna catch me!â you whooped, dodging around the campfire, startling Uncle so bad he nearly fell off his log,Â
âThe hellâs wrong with you?â you heard the old man yelp, âknockin me round knowinâ i got lumbago-â
Arthur swore behind you. âDamn itâ get back here girl!â
You tire out eventually, surrendering for a bit, âFine! Fine Iâll sit downâ you gasp catching your breath.Â
âYou better,â Arthur warned.
You plop down near Sean and Karen, looking back at Arthur who stands there half expecting you to bolt off again.Â
Sean was running his mouth about something-something dramatic, no doubt. His accent was thick, his hands flying everywhere, and for some reason, that was hilarious too!
You scoot closer beside him,
âAh, yes,â you said in a mock Irish accent, your voice dropping to a ridiculous brogue, âand then I took on ten men at once with only me fists and me Macguire bullocks!â
Sean blinked at you. âWhat the-â
âAnd I won the day for you lady!â you continued, grinning, wagging a finger in Karenâs face.
Seanâs face scrunched up. âAre you mockinâ me, lass?â
You gasped, âMocking? Iâd never!â
Sean turned to Karen, who was already laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach. âIs that what I sound like?â He asked, genuinely curious.
âExactly,â she wheezed.
Arthur called out for you, but you were already on the move again, stumbling toward where Abigail, Tilly, and Mary-beth sat at a bed roll a few feet away.
You plopped yourself down between Mary-Beth and Tilly, sighing deeply,Â
âLadies,â you slurred, looking utterly exhausted.
They turned to you, amused.
Abigail chuckled seeing the obvious drunken flush in your face. âWell, if it ainât our resident good girl. Thought you didnât drink?â
âI donât,â you huffed. âI was tricked. Hoodwinked.â You sighed dramatically, placing a hand on Mary-Bethâs knee before laying down entirely and resting your buzzing head in her lap.
âAnd now thereâs someâŚadmittedly, handsome fella, chasinâ me!â You whine with furrowed brows, stuffing your face into Mary-Bethâs torso.
Mary-Beth gasped, playing along. âHandsome fella? Who?â
You picked your head up a little too quickly, feeling the world spin a little.Â
You looked around wildly, seeing Arthur linger a few feet away before whispering âArthur.âÂ
The women exchanged a look before breaking into exaggerated gasps.
âNo!â Tilly gasped, âthat ruthless outlaw out to get you?âÂ
You nodded solemnly, âYes ma'am.â
Abigail shot a look over your shoulder, and you turned, following her gaze, right to Arthur, who still stood with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes but, notably, fighting back a blush.
You pointed at him. âSee? There he is.â
Mary Beth leaned in conspiratorially. âWhatâs he gonna do when he catches you?â
You considered it for a moment before your gaze caught the pistol tucked into Arthurs holster. Gasping, you felt a wave of fear overcome you, âProbably shoot me!â
âI wish,â Arthur scoffed, before leaning down to your level âAlright, time to go.â
He grabbed your arm gently, but you yelped and recoiled, flinging yourself back into Mary-Bethâs arms, hiding your face as if the boogie man was right there in front of you
 âSee? Heâs grabbinâ me!â
Arthur sighed, ripping you away from the girls and holding you up, âPardon me ladies, just-gotta get this one to rest.â
But you were already wriggling out of his grasp.Â
Nope. No way. You werenât about to let him take you away like some unruly sack of potatoes.Â
You were free. You were fast. You were-
âGonna jump in a river!â you declared proudly, running full speed away from the camp and toward the small stream near camp.
âThe hell you are!â Arthur hollered running after you, grabbing the attention of John who was keeping watch of camp.Â
âThe hell's wrong with her?â He asked Arthur, gesturing to you running off.Â
âLong story,â Arthur groaned, before motioning John to help him out.Â
You giggled maniacally as you turned back to see two fuzzy figures chase after you, âTry ânâ stop me you demons!â
âHow the hell is she faster drunk?â John yelled through a strained breath. Â
âI donât know,â Arthur replied, darting through the foliage leading up to the river. Â
Finally you reached it, a stream but it wasnât just any stream, it was a darker blue with speckled stars and clouds stirring and swirling below it.
A perfect portal to jump through and explore, maybe it was the gates to heaven itself!Â
You giggled,Â
Who wouldâve thought paradise was out here in the middle of nowhere? Were your parents there?Â
You wondered if they were looking at a similar stream from the other side, waiting for you.Â
Maybe theyâd lecture you for accidentally drinkingâŚand robbingâŚand killingâŚand stealing.
Well, thereâs only one way to find out-
Right before you could fling yourself into the water, a pair of firm arms caught you from behind. The world really did turn upside down as Arthur lifted you right off your feet and tossed you over a shoulder.
âAgh! Put me down!â You flail wildly.
âThis is for your own goodâ Arthur drawled, adjusting you like you weighed nothing.
John scoffed, flicking your forehead as he trailed behind, âNow who gave you a drink?â he asked incredulously.Â
âArthur.âÂ
The two escorted you back toward camp, your limbs flailing the whole way, mouth conjuring up the most unique insults directed at the two as you could.Â
When you tried to grab Johnâs rifle, he leaned away quickly, âYou better watch your drunk self.âÂ
âI ainât drunk,â you insisted. âIâm justââÂ
A hiccup cut you off and Arthur finally set you down. You staggered violently, grasping onto Arthurâs vest as John held out his hands in case you fell.Â
Hosea met the three of you, arms crossed, looking more amused than anything.Â
âWell?â he asked.
Arthur scoffed, motioning to you, âCrazy girl was about to drown herself.â
Hosea smirked. âSo, whatâs the plan? Tie her up like a runaway calf?â
âI ainât a calf!âÂ
Arthur rolled his eyes. âNah. Just gotta wait it out, get her to bed I guess.â
Hosea nodded and John huffed,
 âGood luck with that.âÂ
âNow,â Arthur turned to you and shook his head with a smirk, âdonât go drinking any more of myâŚâÂ
He paused, not wanting you to go off on a rampage about not having drunk alcohol, âJuice noâ more, you hear me woman?âÂ
You sulk a little and mutter, âFine.âÂ
âGood, you donât need any more of that,â John rolled his eyes as he walked off, âalready a damn smart mouth when youâre sober.âÂ
âCome on now y/n, letâs get some rest, alright?â Hosea said, gently guiding you.Â
âSo, the âhandsome cowboyâ did save her?â Dutch chuckled from where he stood outside his tent, smoking a cigar as he watched Hosea coax you into your tent.Â
Arthur rolled his eyes, but as he turned away, he flushed a little as he recalled your drunk flirting.Â
As much as he hated to admit it, he was amused by your flirtatious slip ups.Â
But then his mind went back to you almost lunging into the stream. Â
He is never going bounty hunting again.
i just noticed something..
look at Vander's shirt
and now at Mylo's shirt
and Vi's top
Vander must have had to remake his old sweaters to dress his kids, I'm crying
hi hi hi (thats me saying Hi not me mischievously laughing)
I originally made this account to read fanfics but now I have finally built up the courage to post occasionally! Yippie for me!!!!
Anyway, I actually DO write stories and all that but the thing is... I'm not very good at it but I would like to post stories and all that one day but its gonna take some time for me to get to that point. So until I can get to that point, I am just gonna post my ideas for stories to hopefully inspire all you handsome people!
Please tag me of you do write any of my stuff! I dont need credit- i just need fanfics LMAO
A bunch of my favourite songs and many fictional crushes!!! đ
Current favourite songs!!!!
RATATATA - BABYMETAL & Electric Callboy
Love Me not - Ravyn Lenae
P*RNSTAR - Nessa Barret
BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish
Duvet - bĂ´a
On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz
Cracker Island - Gorillaz
Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill
It's Okay (To Punch Nazis) - Cheap Perfume
Dopamine - Nxdia
She Likes a Boy - Nxdia
Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
Taking What's Not Yours - TV GIRL
Real Man - Beabadoobee
Sunny Day - Beabadoobee
Maneater - Nelly Furtado
Aswell as all of Epic The Musical and Yaelokres music.
ALL CURRENT CHARACTERS IM INLOVE WITH!!!
2D - Gorillaz
Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption
John Marston - Red Dead Redemption
Kieran Duffy - Red Dead Redemption
Charles Smith - Red Dead Redemption
Molly O'shea - Red Dead Redemption
Mary-Beth Gaskil - Red Dead Redemption
Astarion - Baldurs Gate 3
Karlach - Baldurs Gate 3
Gale - Baldurs Gate 3
Jinx - Arcane
Vander - Arcane
Lucy McLean - Fallout
Cooper Howard - Fallout
John Hancock - Fallout New Vegas
Akagami No Shanks - One Piece
Buggy the Clown - One Piece
Monkey D. Luffy - One Piece
Peter Parker - Spider-Man
Harvey - Stardew Valley
Shane - Stardew Valley
Gordon Freeman - Half-Life
Din Dijarin - The Mandalorian
Cassian Andor - Andor
Hiccup Haddock - How To Train Your Dragon
Ken the Butcher - The Gaslight District
Hey so sorry to bother you but this has been on my mind for so long is it possible that Vander from arcane could be the biological father of claggor like look at the resemblance between Vander and claggor like when claggor is an adult he resembles young adult Vander right so it could be possible that Vander went to the brothels and met a woman who worked at the brothels and then he unknowingly got her pregnant 9 months later she had claggor what do you think though this is just a thought to me.
Hey! You're not a bother at all :)
I definitely think it's possible, they look SO similar! Again, could just be a coincidence but from what we know, Vander got into alot of chaos when he was younger so who's to say that he didn't spend some time at the brothel or three?
I do really like this idea though, maybe the mother died during birth- very probable because of the living conditions in Zaun :( or maybe she just couldn't or didnt want to raise a baby which is also fair. Getting proper health care down there would also be pretty dangerous unless you could afford the good stuff, so getting a safe abortion probably wouldn't be possible and contraceptives would also be hard to get your hands on aswell.
I'm not super into like, theories and ships and all those things. I look at them and go "Yeah, that's cool" or "Very possible!" Because that's just who I am, but I have no issue with people who do get super into those things as long as they are respectful about it, you know? But I Do really like this theory, I think it's really cute :D
So I was tweaking out (maladaptive daydreaming) and I remembered this one song from the Steven Universe Movie with Spinel and Steven and its called "Found" and I'm deep into my Arcane obsession so you can probably see where this is going.
IMAGINE JINX X READER BUT ITS THAT SONGGGGG đđđ
"Someday, Somewhere, Somehow"
"You'll love again"
"You just need to find someone"
"Someday, Somewhere, Somehow"
"I'll love again" "You'll love again"
"I just need to find someone" "You just need to find someone"
"Someone who treats me better" "Someone who treats you better"
"Someone who wants me around" "Someone who wants you around"
"Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, I'm gonna feel found" "You're gonna feel found"
"Today, Right here, Right now, I already feel found"
Reader is in green because green is awesome!!!!!!!!
OOOOOOOHHHH BRING IT ON IM NOT DYIN HERE IM STILL FIGHTING HERE!!!!!!FEEL FREE TO YAP TO ME!!! I LOVE YAPPING!!!19, Pansexual, Genderfluid.I tweak. Hard.Vander is my husband and he is alive shut upPlease be gentle with me im socially anxiousI have three million fictional crushes
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