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whatdoeseverybodywant · 8 months

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All I Want Is You- Part 2

Jey Uso x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

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Janelle is played by Justine Skye

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Part 1

Saturday August 5th

“Trin it was awful, he basically compared me to Xavi’s mom” Janelle sighed. As she flopped back onto the bed. She had called Trinity as soon as she woke up to tell her what happened last night.

“Can you blame him?” When Janelle didn’t say anything Trinity continued. “I mean you left just like she did. And You didn’t see the fallout of you leaving. I’ve never seen X so sad before. I’m not saying this to make you feel bad neither Nelle but, for a year straight you were his maternal figure. All he knew was you and Josh aka mom and dad.”

Janelle sighed, she knew she hurt Xavier and Josh by walking out on them but it was for the best.

“Trin, I wasn’t ready for all of that.” She wished she could've stayed on Raw and none of yesterday would’ve happened. Trinity scoffed over the phone.

“Janelle, you fell into the role so easily though. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything..” Trinity said she knew Janelle was lying about not being ready. When Janelle just repeated that she wasn’t ready Trinity scoffed again. “Bullshit. Tell me what was going on.”

“Fine! I felt suffocated, felt like I couldn’t breathe. We fell into a routine of taking care of Xavi and I got scared.”

“Scared of what?” Trinity said softly. “Janelle what’s going on?” Trinity listened as her friend cried on the phone. “I wish I was there with you Nelly. Please don’t cry.” Janelle went to get some tissue to wipe her nose.

“I wish you were here too Trinny. This honestly sucks.” They talked some more before Janelle made up an excuse to get off the phone.

Backstage of Summerslam was buzzing, there were people everywhere. Both rosters, some people from NXT and a whole bunch of legends were in the building but when she heard Xavier call her name, all the other noise stopped and she focused her attention on him.

“Nelly! You like my face paint?!” Janelle smiled and walked closer to him. She was expecting to see him with Josh but he wasn’t, he was with Josh’s cousin. They greeted each other with friendly smiles. Janelle had met her a couple of times, when she and Josh were dating.

“I love it.” Janelle said. Josh’s cousin had a smile on her face, watching the two of them interact. She was very confused when Josh told her that he and Janelle had broken up. She honestly thought that they would be engaged by now. She knew about the ring that he had bought a couple of weeks before Janelle left him.

“I’m going to watch my daddy fights uncle Jo-Jo and I’m going to be in the fronts row,” Janelle gasped.

“Really? Wow, you're so lucky.” She said.

“Can you come watch daddy with us?” Janelle shook her head.

“ I can’t bud. I have to work.” She said, Xavier pouted at her and muttered ‘okay.’

“Come on Xavi, we gotta go or we’re gonna miss your dads entrance.” Xavier nodded and waved bye to Janelle as they walked away.

“Wait!.” He yelled out rushing back over to Janelle. “You didn’t give me good luck kisses.” She tilted her head and looked at him. “You give my daddy good luck kisses, but he not here. So I'll take them.” He said, smiling at her. He was a smooth talker just like his dad.

Janelle chuckled. “Ok fine.” She kissed both his cheeks, mindful of the facepaint then placed a kiss on his forehead. Josh’s cousin let out an ‘aww’ it was obvious that Janelle had love for Xavier.

Janelle placed one more kiss on Xavier’s forehead, letting him place one on her’s before letting him run back over to Lena.

“Love you Nelly!” He yelled out behind him.

“Love you too Xavier!” She smiled as she watched him walk away. She felt like such a jackass for leaving him, but it was better this way.

Janelle arrived at the hotel after SummerSlam later than she would’ve liked. She had spent 2 more extra hours at the arena filming and editing content. She stopped walking when she heard somebody call her name.

“Ms Porter?” She turned to look at the worker behind the desk.

“Yes?” She asked slightly confused,

“Someone left these here for you.” The employee said, handing Janelle a big bouquet of roses and two envelopes.

“Oh wow.” Janelle said in awe. “They’re beautiful.”

The employee smiled at her. “Yes they are ma’am. Whoever got you these is in love with you” There were only a handful of people that knew she was staying at this hotel and none of them she was involved with romantically. Her heart started to pound in her chest when Josh flashed through her mind. She shook her head causing the employee to look at her weirdly before walking away to help another guest.

Janelle took the flowers and went over to the elevator. Once she got in her room she set the flowers down on the table and sat down on the bed to read the cards. Opening one of the envelopes, she let out a gasp when she pulled out a picture of her and Xavier. Josh had taken it. She knew it was one of the ones he kept in his wallet because of all the bends in it.

In the other envelope was a folded piece of paper. Opening it, she felt her eyes start to water as she read it.

For 24 hours all i've been thinking about is you. Even during my match with Joe. Pathetic right? I can’t get you out of my head J. I keep looking at this picture of you and Xavi and i’m still so fucking confused, why did you leave? We were happy. I was happy. Xavier was happy and if you weren’t happy why didn’t you say anything. I’m sorry if I was pressuring you into starting a family. I just love you Janelle. I wanted , want to spend the rest of my life with you. Tell me what I can do to fix this so you can come home. - Joshua

Janelle was full on crying now. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy with Josh and Xavier, she was very happy being there with them and that was the whole point.

Josh sighed as he sat on the couch, finally able to put and overly excited Xavier to sleep. He looked over at his brother when he sat down next to him.

“You alright Uce?” Josh just shrugged. He honestly didn’t know how to feel right now. He wanted to be with Janelle. He wanted a family with Janelle. But even from their talk yesterday, it was obvious that wasn’t what she wanted. He didn’t know why he sent the note and the picture to Janelle. The flowers were from Xavier, but Josh saw an opportunity to get what he wanted to say off his chest.

“I’m stuck, man.” He finally said. “It’s so fuckin’ obvious that she doesn’t want to be with me. But I can’t move on. Man seeing her yesterday just brought back all them feelings that I had locked away.”

Jon felt bad for his twin. Honestly their whole family felt bad for him, everyone thought that Janelle was the one for Josh.

“Man, listen Uce. You gotta think about that little boy in there. He’s involved in this just as much as you and Janelle.” Josh nodded his head.

“I know. I keep thinking about our conversation yesterday and It doesn’t make any sense. She kept saying that she wasn’t ready. But she would get up when X had nightmares, she would be the one to read him bedtime stories. She would be the one to do bathtime. So what the fuck. I never asked her to do any of that. She did that shit on her own.” He said, slightly raising his voice towards the end.

“Well, she called Trin earlier. “ Jon sighed. “She told Trin that she was starting to feel suffocated, and that she was scared..”

Josh looked over at his brother. “Scared of what?” Jon just shrugged.

“She didn’t say.”

August 8th

Janelle let out a shaky breath as she pulled up in front of her old house. She spent 2 days re-reading his letter to her. She needed him to understand why she left. Wiping her palms on her pants she exited her car and walked up the steps to the front door.

Josh’s face was full of shock when he opened the door. She gave him a small smile and cleared her throat.

“Can I come in?” She asked, walking in when he moved to the side. She stood in the foyer awkwardly. She looked around noticing that he never removed the picture of him, her and Xavier from the end table. She followed him to the living room. Sitting in one of the chairs across from the couch he was sitting on.

He still didn’t say anything. He was just watching her as she looked around, seeing what he changed since she moved out.

“You want something to drink?” He asked, she shook her head no. “Okay, so whatchu’; doin here?” She wiped her hand on her pants again, clearing her throat.

“I wanted to talk to you. I got your note and flowers. Thank you.” He just shrugged.

“The flowers were from Xavier. He saw them and said we had to get them for you.” She smiled at that. Speaking of Xavier, it was too quiet.

“Where is he?” She asked.

“Pops is in town, took him out for a bit.” She nodded. “What do you wanna talk about?” He asked, sitting back on the couch.

“Trinity told me that she told Jon who told you what I said to her on the phone. When I said I felt like I was being suffocated. It had nothing to do with you or Xavier. It was everything to do with me and my own selfish reasons.”

“What reasons? Help me understand Janelle” She groaned and closed her eyes.

“Josh, I wanted to go out and have fun too. I missed out on so much because I was here with you guys.

“I never asked you to miss out on stuff.” He said cutting her off. “If you wanted to go out you should’ve just went out! Nobody was stopping you” She was pissing him off and not making any sense.

“That's the point Josh!” She said yelling and standing up from the chair. “Nobody was stopping me. I have free range to do what the hell I wanted to. But I wanted to be here with Xavier. I wanted to give him baths. I wanted to read him bedtime stories. I wanted to do all of that.” She yelled, wiping her tears. “I had to leave Josh. When I came to the realization that I loved Xavier like he was my own and that I wouldn't mind having kids with you I had to leave!” She was pacing back and forth now.

He was more confused now than he ever was.

“Why did you have to leave?” When she didn’t respond he jumped up off the couch and stood in front of her, stopping her pacing. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Fucking talk to me Janelle. What do you mean you had to leave.”

“I didn’t want to be like my mom!” She finally shouted. “I didn’t want to wake up one morning hating you, or Xavier or any of our children, if we had any. I figured it’ll be better for me to just leave” Josh cupped her face and wiped away her tears.

Everything sort of made sense to Josh now. She had confided in him about everything her mom had put her through when she was younger. All the mental abuse Janelle had to go through until she graduated high school and went off to college.

“Janelle, you’re nothing like your mom. Nelle the love that you show for Xavier is crazy. You remember that time you almost beat that kid mom's ass because her son was picking on Xavier?” She laughed and nodded. “That right there should show you that you are better than your mom.”

“But-” He cut her off.

“But nothing. You are better than your mom. Way better. Whatever thoughts you had we could’ve talked them out instead of you leaving.”

“I honestly thought I wasn’t ready for that. But seeing him again the other day made me realise how fuckin stupid I was being. I’m sorry”

He nodded. “I know you are. But it’s ain't me you gotta apologize to, it's Xavi. He cried for days when you left.” Janelle felt her bottom lip start to quiver. She felt so bad for leaving Xavier the way she did. “Why couldn’t you just talk to me?”

“I don’t know Josh. I was scared you wouldn’t understand where I was coming from.” She cupped his cheeks and brought his head down so that his forehead was resting on hers. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. About comparing you to his mom. You nothing like her Janelle.”

“It's okay, I know you were mad, heat of the moment type shit.” He leaned his head back so he could look her in the eyes.

“It’s not okay, I’m surprised you didn’t slap the shit outta me.” She laughed and placed her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his middle. They stood there embracing each other. “I don’t know about you.” He said after a minute. “But I was in a grueling ass match the other day and my body hurts.” She picked her head up and arched her eyebrow.

“Whatchu tryna say?”

He smirked at her. “We can go upstairs, you can give me one of those full body massages I've been missing.”

She laughed, throwing her head back. “You mean the massages that always lead to something more.”

“Shiit, I mean..” He trailed off. Laughing when she hit him in the chest. “Alright, you staying for dinner?”

She nodded and followed him into the kitchen. “Yeah I’ll stay.”

One more chapter. ❤️ Thank you for all the comments likes and reblogs on part 1 hopefully this part is just as good.

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the-record · 15 days

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ALL MY LOVE

SUMMARY: a ghost from your past finds herself back home

PAIRING: nell jackson x reader

WARNINGS: some show spoilers!!!

A/N: if you haven’t watched renegade nell, please go watch it now its literally fantastic and i havent stopped thinking about it since

‘THERE AINT A DROP OF BAD BLOOD ITS ALL MY LOVE’

word tends to spread fast in tottenham.

“sam trotter’s girl? back from the dead?” the ladies gossip wasn’t exactly quiet, though they tried. “how’s that bloody possible?”

you couldn’t help but listen in, not your fault they couldn’t whisper. “sorry,” you interrupted, “did you say sam trotter’s girl?”

they nodded. “back from the dead she is.” you tuned them out as their words clicked.

half a gasp before you ran off, leaving the ladies in shock. you shoved past people, yelling out ‘sorry’s as you went. it had been quite some time since you went to the tavern, not since nelly left you all, but you knew the path like the back of your hand.

the door slammed as you looked around, finding only george amongst the customers. a silent question in your eyes as you stared.

"she's in the back with pa."

you nodded and ran off, george smiling as you whipped past her.

time stopped when you saw her, you thought your heart might just burst.

"nell?" voice just above a whisper but she heard you. you threw yourself at her when she smiled. her breath caught as she caught you, winding her arms around your waist and pulling tight. you pulled back and slapped her arm. "you're s'posed to be dead."

she faked a hurt gasp but pulled you back in. “can’t believe youre still ‘ere. thought you might’ve married some rich fella and ran off.” she teased. your eyes found her lip, split and dry. you followed it down, taking in her clothes.

“and what are these?” you gestured to her pants. “not very ladylike.”

nell huffed a laugh, “d’you think?” her hands ran up and down your arms. “i’ve missed ya.”

she hissed as you dabbed at her lip with a damp towel, but you just smiled and hushed her. “you always were a baby.” nell rolled her eyes but sat still again. “so what have you been doin’ all these years, hm?”

“beating up highwaymen.” she laughed but your face was serious. “busy playing wife and nurse for captain jackson,” she played with the ring on her left hand.

“can’t believe you married before me.” you forced a small smile. “sorry by the way, ‘bout him.”

nell shook her head. “don’t be.” she took your wrist in her hand, stopping your gentle ministrations. “thought about you everyday.” you shook your head and sighed, looking away, but nell insisted. “i did, truly.”

her eyes searched your face and stopped on your lips. “nell…” when you turned back she was already staring. “we can’t.” you whispered. her sisters were right next door for god’s sake.

“oh c’mon, for old times sake. for me.” she stared deeply. “hm?”

god, she could be so convincing.

“just like that, huh?” you yelled as you stomped up to nell. roxy and sam backed up, giving the two of you space. “no goodbye again?” she stared at her boots and shook her head “and what’s this i hear about you roughing up thomas blancheford? you can’t afford to do that.”

you stood in-front of her with your arms crossed across your chest. “i’m just fine.” she continued fixing the saddle on her horse. “and i did say goodbye last time.”

“yes, a goodbye see you tomorrow if i remember right.” you huffed a laugh. “was gonna say i can’t believe this, but i guess i can huh?” you stepped close, toe to toe. “just like you to up and leave. never cared much for anyone else’s feelings, did ya?”

you knew it hurt her, but she hurt you first. when she laughed you wanted to slap her, teach her right then. “are you kidding me nell? you serious?”

“didn’t even give me the chance to ask you to come with.”

‘YOU GOT ALL MY LOVE, I’M STILL OUT HERE’

#! kates babes !#renegade nell #nell jackson #nelly jackson #nell jackson x reader #nelly jackson x reader #charles devereux #louisa harland #george jackson #roxy jackson

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th3d0nutl0rd · 20 days

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also uhhh if you want a request yourself, i’d love sone injured!nell content <3

Sure thing! :)

Injured! Nell x Gn reader

You were at home, minding your business. Word had been spreading recently about a highwaywoman, but that was honestly the least of your concerns at the time. You had other things to focus on- be it work, family affairs ect.

One night, while unable to sleep, you heard a scratching at your window. Intrigued by the sound, you opened it wondering what was out there. Nothing. How strange. You closed the window and moved towards the front room of your house, stopping in your tracks as you saw a shadow moving in the dark.

With your hands trembling, you picked up a matchbook from a nearby table, striking it. In the orange glow you saw the face of none other than the woman on the wanted posters littering the streets outside. You weren't scared though- you doubted some big scary highwayman would be routing around in the dark aimlessly.

You soon noticed she was hurt, spots of dried blood on her face and hands, and a noticeable wound beneath her coat. You whispered out to her in the dark of the night, reassuring her that you would not hurt her.

At first she held her pistol up, but her hands were noticeably shaking, she clearly was hurt. You guided her to an armchair, lighting some candles so you could see what you were dealing with. You may not have been a surgeon, but you were smart and had knowledge as to how to deal with these things.

As you gathered the things you needed to treat the wound upon the table, she looked down at you as if she wasn't entirely sure what was going on, furrowing her brows and chewing her lip in pain.

"what are you doin' then?" She whispered, as you gently lifted her shirt just enough to access the wound. You stifled a laugh, as it was the first thing she'd said- and marked her questioning your judgement. You'd be skeptical too if everyone wanted you dead.

"I'm cleaning the wound, with alcohol." You said.

She opened her mouth to say something else but hissed in pain as you began to clean the injury site. Once you were done, you stood up, offering your hand. She ignored it, wanting to stand by herself. However, she quickly realised she could not and took it reluctantly, allowing you to guide her carefully to your bedroom.

It was dangerous, really. But you figured if people from the village were to catch on the last place they'd check for a highway woman was your bedroom- the debauchery of it all!

Out of respect, you took a seat on the floor. Maybe you were a little captivated by her, too- her lovely red hair, her soft features, the way her chest rose and fell as she slept. You slipped your fingers between hers as she slept, wondering momentarily what it would be like to live a life like hers.

Eventually, sleep came over you too, your head lolling back against the mattress with your fingers still intertwined with hers.

You woke up to a playful slap upside the head, shocked as you saw her standing before you in her full glory. Startled, you climbed up to your feet, body aching from sleeping on the floor but willing to ignore it momentarily for this.

"Thanks for the help, sweetheart." She said, dropping some coins into your palm with a wink.

"But, where will you go, you're still hurt!" You protested.

"I'm feelin' much better now- thanks to you! Hey, and, I'll know where I'll come next time I get into a bit of a pickle, eh?" She said with a wink. You felt your face burning up, she was really very charming. You opened your mouth to say something, but she was already out the door.

#renegade nell #nell jackson #nell jackson x reader #nell jackson x gn!reader #injured!nell jackson #hurt/comfort

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vulpixisananimal · 1 month

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(Why were the streets so busy)

(You were running as fast as you could, as much as you wished it weren't true, Siffrin had proven enough already that he had looped in the past. If they looped again now, and after Bonnie was, or was going to be, kidnapped, then you had to stop it.)

(By Change, you were never good with directions, that was Sifs job! It's alright, the farmers market was at a common area, a common area that was.... That way!)

(Please be that way.)

"...'Nille!"

(What was that! That was Bonnie! You'd recognise that voice anywhere, and it was coming from, that way! You hurried towards the voice, it sounded afraid.)

(Wait, wait you knew where you were, you ran through here with Isa when you first met. If you cut through this alleyway you could make it faster!!)

(You dash into the alley.)

(And see the kid)

(Someone had Bonnie by knifepoint, and was running through the alley towards you, stopping at your appearance.)

"Bonnie!!" (You cry out, Bonbon, oh they looked, ok, at least.) "You!!! How dare you!! Let them go!!"

(Your blood was beggining to boil. Jouvente was the home of the defenders! It was one of the safest places in Vaugarde! How dare this person even TRY to kidnap Bonnie!!)

"YOU!"

(You could see a figure appear at the oposite end of the alleyway, tall, big circular hat, hammer in one hand. It was Nille, and she clearly had the fury Change themself behind her.)

(You draw your sword)

(Between yourself and Nille, you had this stranger cornered. You had plenty of battle experience, but it was always Siffrin who made the tactical choices! C'mon, just relax Mirabelle.)

(Wait, if Nelle isn't as experiences as yourself...)

(You clap your hands together as the assailant throws Bonnie to the side and rushes Nille. Breathing a sigh of relief as you see your shield wash over her as the stranger strikes with a fist and a knife. Nille braces herself, and the blow bounces off harmlessly.)

"Crabbing prick!" (Yellied Nille, she sounded beyond pissed, and acted in turn, smacking back at the stranger with her own rock craft.)

(The stranger stumbled back, taking your chance, you chage forward with your sword. You didn't plan to really hurt them, but to at least get them to surrender.)

(Your strike glanced off, the assailant taking the chance to dash past you and break for the exit.)

"Hey!! Get back here-"

"Boniface! Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

(You turn, right, Bonnie had been thrown to the side, and it looked like they hit their head on the wall of the alley, you rush over to check...)

"They're fine, I think. Just a bit of a bruise." (Thank Change for your healing craft.)

"Oh crabbing crabs..." (Well, that's where Bonnie must have gotten it from.)

(The kid made a noise and shook their head) "Ow... Heya Belle, d'ya kick their crabbing butt?"

"Language" (Nille replied, you giggled, good luck with that!)

"YOU'RE language!"

"I'm glad you're alright Bonnie." (Your face relaxes as you stand up) "W-we should, get back to the Inn! Make sure you get a good rest!"

"I want my hat back."

"Here, Bonbon, you can borrow mine." (Says Nille, placing her hat on Bonnies head as she picked them up.)

(The three of you all headed off back to the inn, talking, making sure each of you were ok. You ask about what happened, and aparently Bonnie had been taken while they were looking at cantaloupes.)

(... Thank Change for Siffrins loops.)

#isat #in stars and time #isat mirabelle #isat nille #isat bonnie #isat Petronille #isat spoilers #isat au #isat art #isat fanart #siffrin system au #sifstem

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theshelbyclan · 4 days

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Wives and husbands

Summary: Nell has a little talk with her sisters about love

A/N: this one was requested by a lovely anon, which came at a perfect timing because I’ve just binged the series and I absolutely love it! Also, I had the afternoon off for once. So here we go, written pretty quickly, and I hope you like it 😊

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“How’s George?” Nell walked into the abandoned house at the deserted plague village and inquired loudly.

Roxy was just redressing her little sister’s wound and replied, “The ointment seems to work.”

“How did you get by that then?”

Roxy shrugged, but George quipped, “Roxy made it. She’s magic, Nell.”

“No she’s not,” Nell laughed, but added, “Are ya?”

“Dunno… it’s like something happens to me sometimes…”

The eldest Trotter paused and looked at her two younger sisters. The weight of the responsibility heavy on her shoulders, she sighed.

“It’s true!” George said, “She can see things, like around people and stuff.”

“Is that right?”

“It’s more like…” Roxy pondered, fiddling with the bandages, “It’s more like I can feel it. Like I get all warm and tingly and it’s just… there.”

“Right,” Nell pushed her aside and corrected the bandages, “That sounds an awful lot like something you’re far too young for.”

“Not that!”

“Not what?” George asked at once.

Both sister replied in unison, “Nothing!”

A few moments later, they’d finished taking care of her and George was back tucked into bed. But she didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to know, “Are you talking about Roxy and Rasselas again? Like them kissing and that?”

“ ‘And that?’ “ Nell raised her eyebrows and turned to Roxy, “And bloody what?”

“Nothing!” She sighed, “We didn’t do nothing!”

“You better not! We don’t have time for all of that, you know that. And also, you’re still an actual child, so don’t even…”

But Roxy had had enough of it and interrupted, “Like you’re one to speak. You were sixteen, same as me, when you up and vanished with your Captain Jackson. To what, drink tea with him? Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot, Nell!”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all,” she replied with some more sympathy in her voice.

“Rasselas wouldn’t hurt me. Besides, I’m a lot smarter than you.”

Nell opened her mouth to contradict, but decided against it. She was probably right actually. So she took another sip of her brandy instead.

George was the first one to speak again, “Did you like Captain Jackson, Nell?”

“Yeah, I liked him…”

“You don’t sound too sure,” Roxy scoffed.

“Come on, Rox, you knew what it was like. I was going mad up in that little pub, trapped between those four walls! I needed to find me a way out and so I did.”

“So you basically just used him?”

“No, it wasn’t even like that. If anything, we used each other, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” Roxy pushed, “but did you love him?”

“I dunno… Now, can we please just forget about all this mush and move on? We’ve got stuff to do!” Nelly got up and started walking away.

But George wasn’t going to let things go that easily, “Would you marry again, Nell? Get another husband?”

“Yeah, of course. Maybe… I don’t know!” She sighed, “No. probably not.”

“She’s too busy playing the hero,” Roxy motioned at her little sister, “She doesn’t have time for what’s most important, does she?”

That made Nell stop. And she took Roxy’s hand and carefully said, “I know you think love is the most important thing right now. Of course you do, you’re only sixteen! Why do you think I ran off with some Captain I hardly knew at that age? I thought I was in love. And it was the most important thing. But it’s not. Keeping you two safe; that’s all that matters to me now, all right? Family is the most important thing. And after Pa… Well, we need to stick together and find a way out of this mess, yeah? Once I’ve got you two safe and settled, then I’ll think about love.”

Roxy visibly softened and smiled. Her sister wasn’t that bad, she was just built completely different from her. Roxy did all the thinking, but Nell did all the action. They were good together though.

“Then will you find a husband?” a high voice asked hopefully.

“I might!” Nell grinned, “Might even find myself a wife!”

“You can’t have a wife…”

“And why the hell not?”

“You’re not a man, Nelly, you’re my sister.”

“Don’t call me ‘Nelly’”, she muttered for the 10th time that week. “Yeah, but when I went out to get you that fancy doctor, I was the honourable Scottish so and so, right? So I could be a gentleman with a wife.”

“Yeah but that was just you playing dress up. Pretending, right?”

“Was I?”

George frowned, “Yeah, because you don’t like dresses.”

Nell had no idea how to explain all of this to a nine-year-old, “They’re just not for me.”

“Why?”

“I dunno, George! They just feel… wrong.”

Roxy looked down and waited. She’d known this for a long time already. She’d known Nell for a long time already.

“But you’re not a man neither, right?” George continued.

“Maybe I’m… neither. I like being able to go in and out, if that makes sense?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Do you like being call Georgiana?”

“No. I’m George.”

“Exactly!”

George looked at Roxy and said, “She’s not like you.”

“No, Roxy is the sensible one in the family. Or at least, she was, until she started going all lovey dovey over a boy she hardly knows…”

“Oh, shut up!” Roxy threw back. But to George she added, “It’s like with Nell, the clothes don’t really matter, right? But she can be a man and people will think she’s a man, and she can be a woman. But in the end, she’s not anything, because it’s just Nell, right? And she doesn’t like feeling trapped, like she said.”

“Right!” Nell beamed, “That’s what I mean.”

“So, is that why you’d rather fancy a wife…?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s not that complicated, George,” Roxy explained, “People just want you to be a certain way, but you don’t have to be anything. Just be you.”

Nell looked at her with admiration, “You really are much better at this than I am, Rox.”

“I know.”

Clearly thinking hard, George eventually said, “I think I’d rather fancy a wife myself.”

Nell rolled her eyes, “Absolutely not. I cannot deal with another one falling in love, all right? No wives or husbands or any kind of entanglements for you. Ever. Is that understood?”

Roxy laughed, which somehow annoyed Nell even more, “I’m serious!”

“Sure you are.”

And with that Nell stalked off, shouting over her shoulder: “No wives, no husbands, neither of you, alright!”

“Fine,” George sighed, “I’d much rather be my own wife anyways.”

Roxy grinned at her, “Good for you, George.”

#renegade Nell #Nelly Jackson #renegade Nell fanfic

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johannestevans · 1 year

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rewatching Hill House with lewis and god like. thinking about how luke as an addict has NONE of the same fancy treatment that Nellie gets, we don't see anyone delving into the underlying REASONS he is an addict

and not just the poverty compared to his siblings but like

the trauma of hill house. we see nellie seek out a fancy sleep therapist in a sleek beautifully made up office, and separately is in a sleek fancy psychiatrist's office and speaking to him in one on one sessions

because luke is an addict he doesn't get that. because luke is an addict and is automatically blamed for everything BECAUSE he's an addict, bc he's automatically seen as evil and Wrong inside, everything is about what HE'S done wrong, the amends HE needs to make

and of course he's fucking hurt them, but a heroin addiction doesn't come from nowhere - esp bc we see him as a young boy with bad vision who struggles with his letters in a way that his sister doesn't at the same age, who comes off as quite a bit younger than nellie in some ways

yes, he's naïve in a way that nellie isn't as a child (although they obviously swap roles as adults), yes he doesn't do well assessing risk, but like

the thing about that is that. theo has a PhD in behavioural science or whatever

shirley is a mortician, steve is a successful author, nellie is a fucking PHOTOGRAPHER and like

nell is also naïve as an adult but bc she has that creative streak she's able to cobble whatever living together and access fancy care

but luke? steven basically laughs at him when they talk about him being able to write a story and the work being good. no one cares about luke. everyone is frustrated with nell's naivety but she gets a lot of slack that luke doesn't because she's not an addict

and i just think about how. luke doesn't get into art or a fancy career like any of his siblings do. he doesn't find a focus or an obsession. he doesn't develop support or loving connections. he's there, ripped open and traumatised like they are, with nothing to stem the wounds

of course he turns to fucking heroin. what else does he have? and then what little he DOES have goes down the drain as he spirals further and further, he steals from his siblings, he erodes those relationships to nothing, they see him as an inconvenience, they treat him cruelly

like. real talk.

can luke, as an adult, even fucking see very well?

bc baby luke has glasses that are thick as anything, and i KNOW that my man isn't carrying his contact case from alleyway to alleyway and shitty shelter to slightly less shitty clinic

MAYBE he's had corrective eye surgery. maybe he's just given up, because he can't get a job like his siblings anyway so why does it matter? he'd only lose his glasses anyway

but fuck it just. kills me.

like just the blaming luke for everything he's suffering when they're all insane and all traumatised, they're all DESTROYED

but they all acknowledge they're fucked up cos of the house... except luke. it's luke's fault, bc he's an addict

#musings #haunting of hill house #luke crain

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krispdreemurr · 4 months

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All right, fic prompt: Kris overhears Dess and Asriel's last conversation.

Thanks btw :)

It's quiet this late, this time of year. The birds have gone silent and no insects sing. There's just the measured crunching of footsteps over snow, the sound of Kris' breath in their lungs, the faint beat of their heart.

And their brother and Dess, talking softly.

They have better hearing than people seem to realize. They're not sure if it's just piano practice or a human thing or a them thing, but it's true. They're sure that Asriel thinks they and Noelle are too far ahead to hear, but they've fallen back enough that they can listen.

"...just gotta make it through high school, right?" Dess says, and even if Kris can't see her face they can imagine that little smile she has, the one that never seems that happy. "A few more years, then I'm out of this shitty town."

"How's your mom going to take it?" Asriel asks. "I mean, when you never want to come back..."

"Not never. I'll visit and stuff. Nell deserves that." Her shadowed figure shrugs. "I'm just not living here again."

"I still don't get it, gotta be honest," Asriel says softly. "I know she's kind of controlling, but--"

Dess cuts him off. "It's not about her. Or dad. Or your mom or dad or--any of you. It's just--this place. It feels like it's shrinking every day?" She gives a tired laugh. "Everything is the same except all the buildings get a little older and a little shittier. Everyone repeats the same conversations, the same actions, the same lives. I want more. I want..." She trails off, and for a little bit there's just footsteps.

"You want...?" Asriel prompts.

"...Ever been to a proper city, Az?" she says quietly. Kris has to strain to hear. "Not like the ones near here, but... Mom took us on a business trip, once, back when she was doing that whole thing, and... The lights. The sounds. The people. I knew I could spend a hundred years there and see something new every day. And I want to be part of that. I want something new so bad it hurts."

A long pause.

"Golly," Asriel says, and his tone is bright. "Sounds better than anything here. You won't miss this little place, huh, pal?"

She turns to him, frustration coming through in her tone. "Okay, don't play the passive aggressive bullshit on me, Az--I just said it's not you! Hell, I want to get Nell out of here too, and if you wanted to come, you could in a heartbeat."

"I can't," he says, quieter still. There's something hoarse and tired in his voice. "Maybe I would want to, but. You know that Kris--"

But Kris doesn't hear what follows, because they're already running, running across the snow, and all they hear is the crunching of their boots in the ice.

"Kris!" Dess calls, somewhere behind them. "C'mon, don't run off! The creepy bunker isn't going anywhere!" Her laugh cuts through the cold air, and Asriel's joins in a minute later.

Noelle turns to look at them as they pass, and maybe her hearing is better than they thought, too, because the way she looks--

They keep running.

#krisp fic

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whispersweetnothingsinmyhead · 1 year

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Rough Night

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Reader

Warnings/Content: Talks of PTSD, trauma, nightmares, sleep paralysis, pre-established relationship, ex-inquisitor reader, rebel spy reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, domestic moments

Comments: Inspired by Nell and Arthur from the haunting of hill house. First whatever this is so be nice, I think this is more general reader I tried to be ambiguous as possible. Can you tell I'm touch starved??

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Your eyes open to meet the stone ceiling of your home on Yavin. Barely registering the soft comforting glow of the moonlight, too filled with fear from whatever you were previously running from. Instead you make a move to jolt forward, to run. But your limbs make no attempt to move, stuck in place, unable to move. You don't remember the dream you wake up from but you knew it was bad. Your breathing is heavy and you feel like you've just ran across the mountains of the small planet you inhabit. All you know right now is that something is after you, something is coming to burn down this quaint life you've built with Luke. Take you back to Nur, to that dark, lonely place. You feel your muscles go rigid as you try to fight this invisible force. You can hear yourself release some sleep covered whines, not like you want. Your eyesight grows blurred with tears but you strive to see past them anyway.

"Hey, hey." Luke's voice is soft, a bit gruff from sleep but you see him enter your line of sight. A hand landing on your cheek, grounding you. Your eyes meet his sterling blue and you can feel your muscles relax slightly, as they always seem to do around him. "It's been a long time." He shushes you with a soft kiss to your temple, his hand stroking your hair.

"Relax, breathe." He takes a deep breath in and you automatically follow him, his hand now tracing along your neck and arms. Taking your twitching fingers in his grasp to calm them, ground you. "Remember what we talked about? Your body is just moving slow, have to let it catch up." He brings your stiff hand to his lips, softly kissing your fingers as you finally lower your breathing.

"I'm going to turn on the light alright?" His arm that was previously snug under your head shifts as he removes it and your head dips into the pillow underneath you. You wish you could grab him and instead pull him closer but your muscles are still rigid, slowly but surely waking up.

The lamp brightens the room dramatically and before you can take a breathe in Luke is already back beside you, his hand coming back to your fingers. You manage to grasp his hand with the tips of your fingers, the pressure on your chest slowly but surely melting away. You take a deep breathe in, finally fully able to get the oxygen you need. You blink the tears away from your eyes, a few falling down you cheek.

"There we go, just like that, relax." The thumb of his real hand wipes your stray tears away and he leans forward to leave a lingering kiss on your forehead.

Minutes pass like this as you attempt to move, managing to relax and flex your shoulders, wiggle your toes. You close your eyes as you finally regain full control of your body again, a relieved sigh escaping you.

"You want to talk about it?" Luke is still on his side, fingers still tracing your cheek and eyes. You move your head closer to his form. If it was up to you, you would completely melt into him. Let him swallow you whole. You shake your head as a few extra tears make their way to your cheeks.

"I don't remember what I was dreaming. Just that something was after me. Something that was going to hurt you in the process." Your voice is weak, instead savoring the way his feather light fingers trace your eyebrows, your nose.

"Everything is fine, it's just you and me." Luke's voice is calm, like an anchor in a sea of tidal waves. "I'd never let anyone take you away, not again." It's spoken like a promise, and he takes your hand again, grabbing it firmly and bringing it back to his lips to place a kiss on your wrist.

"I know." You whisper and move your hand out of his grasp to softly cup his cheek. His stare is intense but to you he feels like the sun on a cold day, warming you. "I'm sorry I woke you." Your voice wavers but your hand still moves along the smooth skin of his face.

"Stop, you needed me, it's kind of my job."

"It's not your job to take care of me." You argue softly, no bite to your words, just worry. He shouldn't have to sacrifice a good nights sleep for you, shouldn't put his life on hold to pick up your broken pieces.

He knows what you're thinking, "Jokes on you, I like taking care of you." He grows that goofy smile as his hand comes up to cup your own hand that is now trailing his neck. You can't stop the smile that grows on your face as he leans in closer head settling on the pillow beside you. "I know what I've signed up for, I know you, and I'll let you know if I think you're taking advantage of me."

He leans forward and captures your lips into a slow kiss. It's short and sweet but leaves you dizzy in the head. "Thank you." Your voice is nothing but a whisper. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker #star wars imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker fluff

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icdrawings · 8 months

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Corpse Puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 1

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Gold's pov

My curtains kept closed as I put up my hair. I kept looking at the mirror making sure nothing was out of place as I started sadly placing my vail. Without my hair in the way I looked at my golden beetle hair clip, I used to wear it every like it was a part of me but aunt said it would look horrible in my wedding photos so I kept it off to please her. I still wanted to at least have it on me so I hid it in a secret pocket in my dress. I stood up checking myself over again making sure everything was in its place. I looked down at the dress, it was supposed to be for Jewel she made herself but after her death it's now mine since aunt Nell and uncle William didn't want to waste any money to get me new wedding clothes. Looking at the mirror again I saw a blue butterfly behind me, thinking it was just inside my head I turned around and there it was on my desk " hello there how did you get in there" I said softly as I saw that it was next to the letter for my brother Coin, he was going to be home next week so I tried begging my aunt and uncle to wait for him to return before having my wedding so I wouldn't feel lonely but they refused as they wanted to get this all done as quick as possible. I felt a small smile on my face as I thought of me, Coin , and Jewel all together, looking at the butterfly I slowly walked over as to not to scare it before slowly placing my hand in front of it " it must feel scary to be trapped but it's okay you can trust me I won't hurt you" it slowly climbed on letting me know it trusted me and I went to my window. Opening the curtains and unlocking the window allowing the butterfly to fly freely " be safe" i said as i stared at my palm "at least one of us can be free".

Before turning back I heard the sound of hoofs knowing it was the horse carriage for my uncle's business,turning back around I see no other than Eddie my best friend and father figure. He looked up giving me a warm smile so I gave him one in return but seeing my aunt and uncle it quickly changed knowing it was time. I rushed to get a cloak to cover myself as it was getting cold and went straight to the door but felt something stop me, I turned around to the letter I had written it wasn't finished sadly but I felt the need to take it. I quickly grabbed it and placed it into my pocket before finally leaving the room to meet up with my extended family. Leaving the house and walking to the carriage I made eye contact with Eddie with a sad look in him eye knowing I didn't want to do this I gave him a nod letting him know I would be fine as my uncle opened the door for me to get in.

🎶 It's a beautiful day 🎶

🎶 It's a rather nice day 🎶

🎶 A day for a glorious wedding 🎶

🎶 A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear 🎶

🎶 A rehearsal for a glorious wedding 🎶

🎶 Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know 🎶

🎶 That nothing unexpected interferes with the show and that's why everything, every last little thing every single, tiny, microscopic, little thing must go according to plan 🎶

🎶 Our child will be married 🎶

🎶 According to plan 🎶

🎶 Our family carried 🎶

🎶 Elevated to the heights of society 🎶

🎶 To the costume balls 🎶

🎶 In the hollowed halls 🎶

🎶 Rubbing elbows with the finest 🎶

🎶 And having crumpets with her highness 🎶

🎶 We'll be there, we'll be seen, having rea with the queen 🎶

🎶 We'll forget everything... That we've ever ever been 🎶

Aunt Nell tried to get inside but got stuck in the door way " Blimey! It's my dress it's caught" she shouted trying to get inside. "Begging your pardon, ma'am" Eddie said pretending not to hear her making me place a hand over my mouth to not giggle "come on, dear" my uncle said trying to push her in "it's not me, it's my dress it's caught" she said insulted even thought she doesn't want to admit that she is a bit more rounder "Gold help me" she said catching my attention grabbing her hands as to try to pull her in.

Unknown that two people were watching from afar through the window. It was your soon-to-be husband's parents witnessing what unfolding. "Fish merchants" the women snarled "Mm" as her husband agreed.

🎶 It's a terrible day 🎶

🎶 Now don't be that way 🎶

🎶 It's a terrible day for a wedding 🎶

🎶 It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in 🎶

🎶 That has to be led by a ominous wedding 🎶

🎶 How could our family have come to this? 🎶

🎶 To marry off our son to the nouveau riche They're so common 🎶

🎶 So coarse 🎶

🎶 Oh, it couldn't be worse! 🎶

🎶 Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree, they could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy without a penny to their name just like you... And me 🎶

🎶 oh, dear 🎶

🎶 And that's why everything, ever last little thing, every single, tiny, microscopic, little thing must go... according to plan 🎶

🎶 Our son will wed 🎶

🎶 According to plan 🎶

🎶 Our family led 🎶

🎶 From the depths of deepest poverty 🎶

🎶 To the noble realm of our ancestry 🎶

🎶 And who would've guessed in a million

years 🎶

🎶 That our son's, with a face of an otter in disgrace 🎶

🎶 Would provide our tickets to a rightful

place 🎶

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Howdy's pov

"Oh, Hildgrade what if Gold and I don't like each other " I said to my butler as I heard laughter turning to see my parents. "As if that has anything to do with marriage, do you suppose your father and I like each other" said my mother annoyed "surely you must do... a little" I said a bit nervous "of course not" said both "get that suit of yours done properly, I can hear you speak without gasping" my mother said before both my parents walked off.

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Gold's pov

Finally getting aunt Nell inside the carriage we headed off towards Pillar's estate. "You've certainly hooked a winner this time, Gold" uncle stated as a way of trying to make you feel confident "now all you need to do is reel him in" aunt said "I'm already reeling, aunt Nell, shouldn't Howdy Pillar be marrying someone of noble status?" I wondered "oh, nonsense! We're every bit as good as the Pillar's, I always knew I deserved better than a fish merchant's life" she said "but... I've never spoken to him "i said a bit nervous" well, at least we have that in our favor " aunt Nell was about to continue but Eddie's cough cut her off "EDDIE! SILENCE THAT BLASTED COUGHING!" She screamed at him as I worried for his health.

We finally arrived at the Pillar estate as my extended family rushed out. I stepped out gently so as not to ruin my dress before checking on Eddie " hello Eddie that cough seems to be getting worse" I said with sadness "yeah but you don't have to worry about me peaches I'll be fine" he said "I haven't heard that nickname in a while"I said "I'm the one that gave them to you kids how could I forget"he chuckled while patting me on the head. I then took off my cloak and handed it over to him "oh, peaches you don't have too I'll be fine"he tried to protest but I wouldn't have it "it's getting colder and I don't want that cough to get worse you mean to much to me to let you die in the cold"I said stern "your too kind for your own good peaches"he said as he finally took the cloak and rapped himself. We said our goodbyes before I rushed to my aunt and uncle before they could get angry.

🎶 Marriage is a partnership a little tit-for-tat you'd think a lifetime watching us might have taught him that 🎶

🎶 Everything must be perfect🎶

🎶 Everything must be perfect 🎶

🎶 Everything must be... Perfect 🎶

🎶 That's why everything, every last little thing, every single, tiny, microscopic, little thing must go... according to plan 🎶

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Chapter 2

#corpse puppet au #o/c #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home oc #wally darling x o/c #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #@sketchquill

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densi-mber · 4 months

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There Will Always be Work

“Kens, how would you feel about staying at a private villa, with a beautiful view of the ocean, a personal chef, and a media center with all expenses paid?” Deeks asked Kensi, running down from their bedroom to where Kensi sat in the kitchen.

“What’s the catch?” she responded with a suspicious look, getting up to meet him.

“There aren’t any. Kip just bought a new place a few hours away and he’s offering to let us break it in.”

“That’s awfully considerate of him.”

“Well, he’s a millionaire and feels indebted to me for some legal advice I gave him a while back,” Deeks explained. He sidled up to Kensi, and drew her into his arms. “So what do you say? Next month we’re not on rotation for the third weekend. It’d be the perfect chance to get away for a couple days.”

“It does sound nice,” Kensi agreed, shaking her head slightly. “But I don’t know that we should go so far away. Something might happen and it would take hours to get back.”

“Yeah, something could always happen,” Deeks said, some of his enthusiasm dissipating in the face of Kensi’s response. “Let someone else take care of the emergency for once. It would be nice to actually make plans and not cancel them or have to leave early. I mean, I’m pretty sure that last social even we’ve actually attended without being called into work was Kat’s wedding. We can’t even finish a dinner out without Nell calling us in.”

“It’s not funny, Deeks.”

“Good, cause I’m not trying to be funny. I’m completely serious. We deserve to have breaks and vacations from our extremely stressful, dangerous, time-consuming jobs,” he said, trying to reign in some of his frustration. Somewhere during the discussion, his hands had migrated from Kensi’s waist to cross over his chest.

She took a few steps back, looking vaguely exasperated, but still dismissive.

“You didn’t care about that a few years ago. Like when you were undercover,” she pointed out. “I didn’t see you for months at a time.”

“Yeah, that was then. Things change. We’ve changed. A few years ago, we weren’t a couple. I haven’t done a long cover since we’ve been together.”

Kensi inhaled deeply, pressing her lips together before she replied. “Deeks, you knew what you were signing up for when we started dating. This is our life and we just have to accept that. We’re not like other couples. We have a responsibility to the people we protect and that trumps everything else.”

Deeks stared at Kensi for a moment; he’d known she valued her job more than almost anything, but they’d never laid it out quite so plainly.

“It shouldn’t. Otherwise what’s the point of any of this?” he said, frustration giving way to anger. He regretted it the second hurt flashed across Kensi’s face.

“Well, maybe when you figure that out, you can come find me,” she said, snatching her jacket off the back of a chair. She gave him a challenging look, but he stood his ground, and after a moment, she pushed past him.

“Damn it,” he hissed as the front door slammed shut behind her.

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A/N: I know this is somewhat similar to arguments they have in “Silo” and “A Line in the Sand”, but I see this as a possible moment building up to those episodes.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 16 #ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #angst #ncis la #by ejzah

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 8 months

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All I Want Is You- Part 3 (Final Part)

Jey Uso x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

Janelle is played by Justine Skye

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Part 1 Part 2

AUGUST 8TH

“So what are you cooking?” Janelle asked as she sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

“I’m not cooking nothin’.” Josh said as he walked over to a drawer and pulled out take-out menus. He placed them on the counter and looked at her. “You pick.”

“Are you actually going to let me pick or are you going to-” She stopped talking when he pushed the menu from the pizza place that he wanted to eat from in front of her. “Why do you always do that?” She asked, rolling her eyes and picking up the menu.

“Cause I know it irks you.” She rolled her eyes again and set the menu down.

“Are you not tired of eating from this place? Don’t you want to try new things?” She asked reaching for the other menus, but he picked them up and put them back in the drawer.

“Nah, I know what I like.” He said, keeping his eyes on her. She held his gaze before looking back down at the menu scoffing when he laughed at her.

“I’m gonna go order the pizza.” She said getting up from her chair and walking into the living room.

“Don’t forget the wings! And the ranch!” He called out after her. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when she left the kitchen. He sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face. “Fuck” he whispered. Honestly, before he saw her again at Smackdown he never thought about getting back together with her. She left him not the other way around. Sure he wanted to know why she left but that was it. But having her here in the house they used to share changed things.

“I ordered it. They said 30 minutes. I’m gonna time them” Janelle said as she put the timer on her phone. “What’s wrong?” She asked, seeing the look on his face.

“What are we doin’” He asked, walking closer to her.

“What do you mean?” She asked, feeling her throat start to dry. Now was not the time for this conversation.

“Us. Me, You.” He said motioning between the two of them. “What are we doin’? You wanna come back into Xavier’s life that's fine. But what about us?” Janelle stood there staring at him. She didn’t know what to say honestly. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“Josh.” Was all she could say. She still loved him and had feelings for him. But like she told him earlier, she didn’t want to wake up one day and hate him. He shouldn’t have to go through her issues with her. He should be with someone that could love him unconditionally.

“Janelle,” He said, looking into her eyes. “Do you want to be with me?” He wanted to be with her and he knew, just off the fact that she was still here, in their house- that she wanted to be with him. She still didn’t say anything. “Do you still love me?” He whispered softly.

“Josh, you know I still love you. And of course I wanna be with you” She finally said. He cupped her jaw in his hand.

“So come back home Nelle.” He furrowed his eyebrows when she shook her head.

“It’s not that simple Josh.”

“What’s not?” Josh asked and Janelle took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“I can’t just come home, Josh. I hurt you and Xavier by leaving. I can’t just come back and expect everything to be the same.”

“I already said I forgive you. You told me your reason for leaving and I forgive you. Xavier is definitely going to forgive you. We just want you home.” She squeezed her eyes shut as her tears started to pour.

“I wish I never left.” She whispered and Josh nodded his head, using the hand that wasn’t cupping her face to wipe her tears away.

“I wish you would’ve stayed too. But we can’t change the past, Nelle.”

“I know that but imma feel bad about it forever.” Josh sighed.

“You wanna make it up to me then?” She nodded and he smiled.

“Move back in.” She laughed.

“Josh - “ He cut her off.

“We can eat dinner, go rent a uhaul and move you back in tonight.” She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah, that’s what you want?” When she nodded again he smiled and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned into the kiss and pulled back before it could go too far. Pecking his lips a couple more times until the timer on her phone went off.

“They’re late.” She whispered, causing him to laugh and release her. Just then a knock sounded at the door. “Damn, they lucky.” She said, grabbing money out of her wallet and running towards the door.

Josh smiled as he watched her run towards the front door. He dreamed of this moment for months, having Janelle back and the three of them being a family again. He rushed over to her when she came back into the kitchen holding the pizza and wings.

“Damn, 3 pizzas?” Janelle just stared at him.

“You can eat a whole one by yourself. And you said Xavi was with Kishi.”

“Good point.” He said as he put the pizza’s on the counter. He watched as she busied herself around the kitchen, getting the plates so that she could set the table. He went to help but the sound of Xavier calling his name stopped him.

“DADDY! Pop-pop said a bad word.” Josh laughed and went into the foyer, where his dad was helping Xavier take off his shoes.

“You know the rules dad. Gotta put a dollar in the jar.” Rikishi rolled his eyes before grabbing a dollar bill out of his wallet and handing it to Xavier who smiled and rushed into the living room to put the dollar in the jar.

“NELLY!” Xavier screamed when he saw her in the dining room. He ran towards her when she opened her arms. “What you doing here.” He said, his voice muffled because he had his face pressed into her neck.

“I thought it would be fun to eat dinner together.” She laughed when he squealed and hugged her tighter. “Alright, let's go wash our hands.” She led him to the downstairs bathroom, stopping to give Rikishi a hug when she walked past him.

When Xavier and Janelle came back into the dining room. Josh and his dad were already seated. She helped Xavier into his seat before getting him and herself a slice of pizza. The four of them ate and let Xavier do most of the talking, which he didn’t mind.

After dinner, Janelle told them to go into the living room and she would clean up. She needed the alone time to process what had happened. Her and Josh kissed. She agreed to move back in. She groaned at the thought of breaking her lease.

“You alright in here.” Janelle turned around and smiled at Kishi.

“Yeah I’m okay.” She said as she finished rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

“So, you and Joshua are back together?.” He asked, leaning against the island that was across from the sink. She looked up at him and nodded.

“I think we are.” He smiled at her.

“Good. I’m happy yall were able to figure out whatever yall were going through.” He said as walked around the counter and held his arms out for a hug. She smiled and gave him a hug.

After Kishi left, the three three of them settled into the living room, getting ready to watch a movie. Janelle smiled and patted the spot next to her when Xavier came back downstairs after getting into his night clothes and brushing his teeth.

“I wanna talk to you for a bit.” Janelle said as Xavier plopped down next to her. He looked up at her and nodded his head. “Remember when I left a couple of months ago.” She felt her heartbreak when he looked down at his spiderman pants and nodded.

“You're not leaving again are you?” He asked sadly and Janelle quickly shook her head ‘no’ even though he couldn’t see her.

“No, bud. I wanted to apologize for leaving you. I know I hurt your feelings by leaving and I promise to never do it again.” Janelle was crying now. Having to stop a couple to gather herself.

“You promise?” He asked, his voice so small and innocent sounding. It made her feel even worse.

“I promise Xavier. I will never leave you again.” She let out a sob/laugh when he threw himself into her arms, giving her a tight hug, tighter than the one he gave her at Smackdown.

“Can we watch Sing now? She laughed and nodded her head. “DAD! Come on!.”

Once again Xavier was asleep 15 minutes into the movie. Janelle giggled when his little body let out a snore.

“I’ll take him upstairs.” She whispered to Josh, who nodded his head and shut the tv off when she picked Xavier up and walked up the steps. Josh made sure their house was locked up before setting the alarm and walking up the steps.

Janelle tucked Xavier into his bed and kissed him on the forehead. “Good night bubba.” She whispered, before turning on his nightlight and leaving the room, making sure to leave the door cracked - Xavier hated sleeping with the doors closed all the way.

She gulped as she made her way down the hall to her and Josh's old room. Well not old anymore since she agreed to move back in.

They made eye contact when she came into the room and stopped by the entrance.

“I got you a shirt.” He said pointing to the t-shirt he had laid out on the bed for her. She smiled and thanked him before walking into the bathroom to shower and change.

“Josh I need a shower cap- “ She stopped when he held her butterfly shower cap in his hand. “ I was looking for that.” He shrugged.

“You left it here and I couldn’t throw it out.” She took it from him with a smile and walked back into the bathroom.

Janelle sighed as she came out of the bathroom, only wearing Josh’s shirt. “My skin is gonna be so dry in the morning.” She said as she crawled into bed next to him. He jumped when she pressed her feet against his leg, making her laugh.

“Jesus what the fuck. Did you use any hot water!” She cackled when he grabbed her other leg so she wouldn’t touch him with it. “Put something on the t.v” He said tossing the remote to her before walking into the bathroom.

She looked up when he came out with one of her bottles of lotion that she left. When she raised an eyebrow at him he just shrugged. “Couldn’t throw it out”. He said before looking at the t.v and groaning.

“Nah i’m not watching Grey’s again.” Rolling his eyes when she pouted at him.

“Come on J. McSteamy is about to make his first appearance.” She said as she started to lotion up her skin.

“Nell i’ve seen this one episode with you at least 10 times.” He groaned and flopped on the bed when she pouted again. “Fine!” He mumbled chuckling when she happily pressed play.

She made it halfway through the episode before falling asleep on his chest. He watched her sleep, his chest filling up with nothing but love. For the past 4 months he felt empty. Like a shell of himself. But now, he felt whole again, he felt happy. He felt content.

Reaching over into the drawer of his nightstand he pulled out the blue tiffany box and opened it. He took the ring out and grabbed Janelle’s left hand that was placed on his stomach and slipped the ring on her ring finger.

“Hopefully you don't slap the shit outta me in the morning.” He whispered kissing her hand before settling down and falling asleep.

Janelle woke up the next morning before everyone else. She sighed when she realized she didn’t even have a tooth brush yet. She checked in on Xavier, smiling at his sleeping form before going downstairs to get breakfast started.

She reached up into the cabinet to grab the pancake mix, her eyes widening at the diamond ring on her ring. She stared at it before screaming.

Josh smiled to himself, having woken up as soon as she left the bed. He rushed down the steps and put on a fake worried face.

“What! What happened!” He yelled rushing into the kitchen. She was standing by the refrigerator, staring down at the ring. She tried to talk but all that came out was a choked sob.

“You wanna marry me?” She whispered after, calming down.” He nodded his head.

“Hell yes. I want to marry you.” That was all she needed to hear before jumping into his arms.

“I wanna marry you too.” She said before crashing her lips onto his.

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fioreofthemarch · 9 months

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Finding Her - Chapter 13

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ]

Log date: 17:30. 7th month, 27th day 10AC. Location: Gerudo Desert Gateway Weather: Hot, low humidity

Started the week at Outskirts Stables. Picked up a few errands here and there — the Stable Trotters have lost their flutist (flautist? flutee?), one of the stablehands wanted to catch a stalhorse so for his own good I said I’d do it, and Penn, of course, had a new lead.

We interviewed Nell, one of the Zonai researchers, who said he’d been asked by a stranger to help her find her friend. Something felt off he said. I’ve known Nell a while, since before the Calamity ended — he’s one of Zelda’s more sensible researchers, and hard to fool. Believed him right away.

I had a hunch, and came up with a plan. Fetched a bucket of water from the stable and went in search of the woman, with Penn in tow. Found her shading under a large tree, mumbling something about her friend being lost and in danger.

Step one: take the bucket, and upend it over the woman. Her shriek made me doubt this, but only for a moment. As she and Penn were demanding to know what was going on, I prepared step two: a Topaz Rod, recently won from a wizzrobe in Hyrule Ridge. The woman’s eyes went wide. ‘What are you doing?’

I said that she must recognise me, and know my name, and have heard of what I had done to Yiga like her. I held the electric rod towards her soaked clothes and assured her that I had no wish to hurt anyone, but that I knew what I was capable of, now. And that neither of us should want to find out what that was.

The woman disappeared in a puff of smoke and in her place — a Yiga in full gear. ‘Kohga will hear of this’, they said, and then they were gone. Do I feel bad? Not sure. A little fear can go a long way, and avoid a lot of bloodshed. Still, Penn’s been nervous around me ever since.

From Outskirts Stable, we hiked to Gerudo Canyon. Penn decided to join, having heard of further rumours of Zelda’s whereabouts. It was tough going over rocky and sometimes flooded terrain, but it wasn’t all bad: we rescued three lost travellers, and helped unblock the well at the Gerudo Canyon stables.

I do feel bad about that. It was only after we opened the well (standard issue monster infestation) that I remembered it was Zelda who ordered it closed in the first place. We promised to come back and clear it out, but never did. Thankfully the owner didn’t seem to remember me. Or maybe, he was too polite to complain.

A photograph of the now defunct Gerudo Canyon Stables, its furniture and wears packed into large boxes. Penn is sitting atop some of them, scribbling notes for his next article.

Caption: I hope they stay, after all.

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Warning: Detecting high levels of particulate matter, Purah Pad geographic sensors offline.

Please keep the Purah Pad ports, buttons and casings free of sand, dust or other abrasives. The Purah Pad’s patented level surface visual-tactile interface is not scratch resistant, at this time.

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Log date: 12:15. 7th month, 28th day 104AC Location: Kara Kara Bazaar, Gerudo Desert Weather: Sandstorm. Visibility ten metres.

Made it to Kara Kara Bazaar. Instinct says turn back. Don’t like ignoring it, when so far it’s kept me alive.

Not far from Gerudo Canyon the trouble facing Gerudo presented itself — a sandstorm, and a big one. Can’t even tell where it ends, except that it hasn’t reached Kara Kara. If it were just a storm, I’d wait to let it pass – eat a few hydromelons, snooze by the oasis…

But it’s not just a storm.

I’d just purchased a Gerudo headband to stay cool when I heard two Hylians arguing: You go find him! No, you go! Their buddy was missing in the storm, so I offered to help. They said he’d run off after gibdo attacked the bazaar. Gibdo? They didn’t know how to explain, their only advice being don’t get grabbed. Easy enough. I headed out and met with an ocean of scratchy brown air. Nothing but sand and cactuses and shrubs until… something moved.

Just one at first, then more, and then they were everywhere. Shambling, creaking things with long mandibles and beady eyes. I hit one with an arrow, and then a sword, and it didn’t flinch. Then it had its hands on me, jaws clicking and oozing, inches from my face. I froze up, but instinct kicked in and I shook free, running fast as I could and stumbling over sand until suddenly it gave way and I was falling — down, down, down.

The good news is I found Ponthos, the missing Hylian. He’d gotten stuck in a cave below a sinkhole. We made it back to Kara Kara without running into another one of those things, and his buddies were so happy they gave me an orb. Which isn’t rupees, but surely someone is in the market for… orb.

The bad news is Gerudo Town is at the centre of the storm, I think. And the only way to reach them (and help them) is to make my way there on foot.

A photograph of Gerudo Desert and the blanket of raging sand that covers it. A Zonai creation - a sled with a fan and steering stick attached - is poised ready to go just outside the edge of the storm.

Caption: Maybe I don’t have to go on foot, exactly.

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Log date: 05:35. 7th month, 29th day 104AC Location: Underground Shelter, Gerudo Town Weather: Sandstorm. Visibility five metres.

Arrived in Gerudo Town, found it abandoned. Snooped around until I found Riju’s diary (why do people always leave them open and so easy to read…)

She wrote of the sudden appearance of the sandstorm, the hasty evacuation of everyone into an underground shelter, and her wish to do something to help, going off to the North Ruins to train.

We kept close contact with Chief Riju, over the years. She and Zelda had a lot in common. They were two sides of the same coin in a way; Zelda led through analysis, weighing options, evaluating outcomes, where Riju led through action, trial and error, and gathering feedback. They relied on each other a lot, and together they made it work.

So no surprise to find Riju taking a hands on approach. She’d been working on a lightning power and just needed arrows to help her guide her focus. I was happy to oblige. When she heard that Zelda was still missing, she paused a moment, and looked back to the storm: ‘Let’s sort this mess out first, Link’.

Mess is an understatement. The gibdo marched on Kara Kara first, and then Gerudo Town. We figured out fast enough that they’re weak to electricity, it practically blows them up. Fire burns them and water turns them to mud, so plenty of options. But there’s also plenty of them, and their nests take a beating before they go down. Worse, some of them fly. Others are fast. We only survived the attacks thanks to Captain Teake’s soldiers and Lieutenant Padda’s cannons, as well as Riju’s lightning. She challenged me to a contest before each fight: whoever downed the most gibdo got the wildberry tart she’d been saving. But we both stopped counting after fifty, so we split the reward.

Now I’m here, in the underground shelter. Suppose they don’t mind a voe around so long as he saved the town. Riju hasn’t slept – she’s working on a lead about the source of the sandstorm. Will help her soon. For now, in the mood for breakfast, and keen to try the fried voltfruit they make here…

A photograph of the painted mural in the Gerudo underground shelter, a determined Riju standing before it. She is deep in thought, a hand to her chin. There is no hint of fatigue on her features.

Caption: Never seen a Gerudo back down from a challenge.

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Log date: 17:45. 7th month, 29th day 104AC Location: The Mural’s Myth (Lightning Temple), Gerudo Desert Weather: Sandstorm. Visibility less than one metre.

Injured. Typing with right hand. Left in bad shape.

Made it to Lightning Temple. Three pillars in the desert, three lights, metal conduit in the middle. Hit it with Riju’s lightning. “Zelda” was there, but gone soon after. Big stone temple rose from the sand. Mural’s Myth? Probably not what it was called.

Big bug guarding it. BIG bug – the Gibdo Queen. Not fun. Never any fun. Gotta be source of the storm.

We chased her off, Riju’s lightning very helpful. But I got bit, left hand. A gibdo jumped me, sunk in its teeth. Hurts bad. Bandaged it up, fairy tonic didn’t do much. Poison? Hand’s burning.

Going on anyway. Can’t leave Riju alone, can’t let Gibdo Queen escape. Hurts hurts hurts. Riju seems scared, but trying not to show it. Gotta show her we can still do this – that she can still do this.

A photograph of the outside of the Lightning Temple, the ancient stone pyramid emerging from the sand. The photo is a little blurry, taken with unsteady hands.

Caption: Stay alive. Just stay alive.

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Log date: 10:20. 7th month, 31st day 104AC Location: Gerudo Down Weather: Clear. Hot.

Where to begin. I, Chief Riju, of Gerudo Town, am making this account, in the season of the Sun, on the tenth day of the fifth Heroine. I believe the equivalent Hylian date is attached to this log, so I will not transcribe it.

I am pleased to report that all is well in Gerudo Town. By the Heroine’s and the Goddess’ blessing, Link is still with us. We have seen his illness before, many times. The lizalfos of Gerudo Desert often use poison as defence, but a concoction of voltfruit and electric saffina is a powerful salve, and it worked quickly to heal Link’s infected hand. His injuries there still pain him, so I have offered to keep up the task of maintaining this extensive photojournal, for the time being.

We had just arrived at the Lightning Temple the day before last, to confront the Queen Gibdo. It was there that Link was injured, but he insisted we continue, and that I lead the way. “Your power opened this place, and your power destroyed the gibdos. I’m just a conduit.”

And so we went on – through winding hallways, treacherous traps, and puzzling chambers, up and up through the huge pyramid structure until we at last reached the roof, and the den of that foul beast.

She was magnificent, in her own terrible way: six segmented legs with snatching talons, a fluttering scruff from which her shrieks shook the air, and grotesque hairy wings that bent and warped in impossible ways. She, like all monarchs, was fiercely protective of her subjects — and to the death.

Link’s strength had been waning our entire climb, and there were beads of sweat on his face that I knew were not from the desert heat. By the time we felled the Queen Gibdo – in a desperate and chaotic fight – he could barely stand. When I shook his hand to pass on my Vow, as was my sacred duty as the Sage of Lightning, I could feel him shaking.

I admit, I don’t know what I would have done, if he hadn’t made it. I have lived with so much doubt for so long – am I doing what is right? Am I worthy of being Chief? Link’s confidence in me erased these doubts, and his perseverance was what won the day, I believe.

After he’d recovered, needing only a day to come back from the brink of death, Link proposed a new way to hone my abilities. “The leader of the Yiga Clan is hiding in the Depths below Hyrule. I’d like your help to root him out.” I wish I could capture the look on Buliara’s face when he suggested it! But she could hardly say no — I am a Sage now, after all.

Ah, I have never seen such a fearsome and beautiful place as the Depths. Its deadly terrain, fierce monsters and hidden treasure spoke of a land of hardship and discovery, qualities close to the hearts of the Gerudo. No wonder then that our dark reflection, the Yiga, have flourished there. Once we found them at the Abandoned Gerudo Mine, however, it was fast work to dispatch them. They had funny little Zonai contraptions that flew through the air, with which they may have been able to outrun my blades – but nothing can outrun lightning.

Link held back, confident in my abilities. I thought it a failure when I reported to him that Master Kohga had escaped, but he was not disappointed. “The Yiga and I have unfinished business,” he said. “Hopefully next time I see them, I’ll be ready.” I assured him that he would defeat the Yiga, but he said that was not what worried him. I sensed a darkness in his voice then — the rage of a warrior scorned that the Gerudo know well — and I understood that he had restrained himself from the Yiga for their benefit, not his.

With our immediate troubles past us, I must now do my part to find the Princess. We saw her likeness near the Temple, but I, like Link, do not believe it was really her. I know Zelda too well: in a crisis, the first thing she ever wants to do is talk. The several hundred letters we have exchanged through the years can attest to that. She would never keep away from us, unless something was very wrong.

Zelda is out there, somewhere. I know it. It’s not where we look, but how.

A photograph of Link relaxing on a cushioned sofa in a sunny courtyard in Gerudo Town. His left hand is wrapped in a thick bandage, while in his right he holds a sunset coloured drink garnished with wedges of fruit, in a tall glass with a thin stem and a wide brim. It’s an ice cool reward for a well-earned thirst.

Caption: Very few women in Gerudo history have known what it’s like to have a brother, and I am one of them (he let me have a sip, when Buliara wasn’t looking).

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Incoming transmission… Message medallion activated.

Answer transmission?

… …

Answer transmission?

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Answer—

LNK: Hello?

JSH: Goddess be praised! Link, where are you?

LNK: Gerudo Town. Why?

JSH: No time to explain. You have to come back to Lookout Landing. Did you find the Lighting Sage? I’ve sent word for the others but—

LNK: Josha. What’s going on?

JSH: You have to come back, as fast as you can. It’s urgent, really urgent.

LNK: Why, Josha?. It’s not a short trip.

JSH: We— We found Zelda! She’s at Hyrule Castle and it’s really her, Link, I swear it.

LNK: Zel…what? How?!

JSH: Dr. Purah spotted her through the telescope. It’s like the Princess is calling out to us. Link, please hurry!

[A pause, and a sigh]

LNK: Alright, but tell everyone to be ready for a fight.

JSH: W-what? It’s the Princess!

LNK: Just tell them to be ready. I’ll be there soon.

Connection terminated.

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shouts-into-the-void · 11 months

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I see a lot of people talk about the ghosts of The Haunting of Hill House and how well the show deals with mental illness, but I feel like I've never seen anyone talk about how the ghosts each family member sees is a direct stand in for their mental health.

Some are obvious because the show outright states it. Olivia's visions and Poppy represent her fear of her children growing up and being hurt by the world and her inability to handle that due to being "sensitive".

Hugh is haunted by the memory of his wife, representing his grief over her death and his guilt at not preventing it and then failing to keep the family together like she would have wanted.

Steven doesn't see any ghosts until he sees Nell in his apartment and then sees them all once he returns to Hill House, symbolizing his deep denial of his family's issues as things get progressively worse until everything goes to hell all at once.

Shirley is haunted by the memory of her affair, her one mistake after a lifetime of trying to be perfect but also by the banging on the walls, the presence of everything outside her perfectly crafted bubble threatening to crash in.

Theo is less haunted by ghosts and more-so her psychic abilities, standing in for high emotional "sensitivity" like Olivia; her gloves symbolizing unhealthy coping strategies that have left her unable to truly connect

Nell is haunted by her own ghost, the vision of her own death popping up in times of emotional distress and then suddenly appearing again after a period of happiness to bring everything she'd built up crashing back down mirroring the effects of depression (possibly the depressive episodes of bipolar disorder, as I think that's what it's implied that she's being treated for?)

Luke is constantly followed by the spirit of Mr. Hill, like his addiction: constantly looming in the background and getting ever closer, finally overtaking him as the last of his support network abandons him and Nell's death

And the big thing is that they're all able to shed their various ghosts or at least learn to live with them through communication, understanding, and no longer being forced to face those issues alone. The only exceptions being Olivia and Nell, who were never given that support due to no one taking their problems seriously until it was too late, and Hugh who is overtaken by his guilt.

#not saying this all isnt completely obvious #i just never see anyone talk about it past “oh Nell's ghost shows her death was inevitable”#mental health #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of hill house netflix #mike flanagan #mike flannigan #blog #letters

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CPC CHAPTER 169

I swear I gotta put up a reminder or smth man I can't keep posting these posts just 2 hours before the new damn episode

(I must admit, making a review for this episode is kinda difficult)

ISOLDE TO THE RESCUE!! Also I just remember that Maria is still afraid (?) Of Isolde lmao XD

I was wondering where the old guard went :') the fact that he fell asleep during a WAR is honestly impressive though.

WAIT WAIT WAIT NO I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT LELAND BUT BLAINE???? BLAINE FELL??? But before I go to that I must say that plant holding Leland's leg is strong AF. What kinda root does it have...

The parallel of Frederick ripping his sleeves to cover Gwen's wound and then Gwen ripping Maria's blanket to save Leland.

WH. OHHHHHH. OH DAMN OH MAN. YOOOOOOOO. I DID NOT EXPECT THAT. Wait so I'm guessing here that Isolde forged Leland's signature? But when did she send that letter? Was it sent during the war? If yes then the process is really quick! It's just one day.

Honestly I'm so glad Isolde wrote that she's going to take the throne until her sons are ready because they CANNOT rule the whole damn kingdom right now with that mental state. And I honestly love the idea of all of them ruling the kingdom instead of just one of them.

WAIT WAIT WAIT This is what I'm getting but correct me if I'm wrong. I'm guessing Leland signed on the pastry catalogue and gave it back to isolde and that's how Isolde can forge his signature? That's actually really smart.

And she kinda bribed (more like raising their salary, really) the Parliament so they'd accept it right away!! Also by giving them more power! HAH And there's more power for Lavern lmaooo

Aaaannndddd the omniscient clam comment is literally just digging his own grave xd

HECK YEAH JERRY TO THE RESCUE!! FINALLY NAME REVEAL!!! Tho ngl I really thought the lemoncillo was for a molotov cocktail or smth XD

Syrah.............

WAIT DAMN ISOLDE HAS POWER OVER JUDGE, JURY, AND EXECUTIONER???? She really thought it through.

Damn...spoken like a true queen (and she IS a queen!). You go Isolde!!

Ooooh that sentence "what more did you want?".... Leland fr needed to hear that. I mean okay man I get it, your bestfriend said he doesn't need you behind your back and that hurts. Words can hurt like shit, I get it. But that does NOT mean you can just, declare a whole damn war. You can always, y'know, continue to live your life knowing there are people you SHOULD love and people who loves you. Also I gotta add that Jack was probably stressing the fuck out in that moment. His wife is literally dying, dude. There's a chance that he might say things that don't seem right because of impulsiveness. And y'know what if it really bothers you that much, COMMUNICATE. DAMNIT.

Did I say all of those right? I hope I did.

I gotta say I love Isolde even more now. That "off with his head" caught me off guard like I know sometimes we joke about that but I didn't actually think that would happen. Cpc is always about redemption and stuff after all. But now I'm genuinely wondering if Leland should actually be executioned. War, abuse, torture, those should get life sentence right?

So I'm guessing he's going to prison then? Fancy words sometimes gets me mixed up.

OH!! IT GLOWS BECAUSE OF HER KINDNESS, I'M ASSUMING? THAT'S AMAZING. Also the fact that she offered to help the man who just tried to kidnap her...We don't deserve Gwen fr.

So, uh...Blaine? Yeah where is he? I'm theorizing that the tent Nell moved will save him but he should still have some injuries. And the chances are he will break at least one bone. I don't think tents are that soft. But I'm willing to hope that he will be perfectly fine....physically.

Well that's all for now!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc #mono reviews

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