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When you fall masterlist
Summary: your life turns upside down when your grandfather dies followed by the deaths of both of your parents. While dealing with grief you have to learn how to properly live again while also rebuilding your grandfathers old farm. Everything is harder than you thought it would be, but with the help of someone special you learn how to manage through your grief and live a life you never knew you could have.
Rating: mature( if you are under 18 proceed with caution please and dni!)
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Trigger Warnings: death, depictions of self harm in different ways, thoughts of suicide, grief, more to be added! Let me know if I missed anything
Genre: angst, happy ending
Word Count: n/a
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Not thinking about Vanessa's body while walking home took an amount of self-control Shane didn't know he was capable of. By the time he could see the ranch, he was sweating from the effort, nails dug into his palm. Vanessa had let the moment pass by coolly and effortlessly. Almost professionally. So he should, too. Just a little wardrobe malfunction between adults. Not something he had any right to think about elsewise. He knew that. It wasn’t his moment to own, even in his head.
How could he turn up on her porch tomorrow and look her in the eyes if he’s been fantasizing about her the day before? Nevermind that he’d done it before, admiring from afar. Done it days ago, even. That was different. He didn’t know her then. He didn’t know her now, either, but he’d like to, and it’s creepy to fantasize about fucking people you’d like to actually know.
Shane Walker is a lot of things, but a creep is not one of them.
Just uploaded two new chapters to Real Low Down Lonesome! chapter 6 is a third of the length of the entire fic 😈
The Magic Vibe
Fizzy pulled her jacket tighter around her, chewing mindlessly on the inside of her cheek. The gravestones were interesting, that was obvious, but they didn’t have the energy she felt. She opened the Jojo cola she had brought with a click and a fizz. Fizz. It was how she got her nickname, after all. She kicked lightly at the dirt, humming. Why had she even come, anyway? Just following a whim? Her whims never led anywhere, and this graveyard in absolute nowhere was just as much of a dead end. She shuffled out, her hands in her pockets, and started to walk back to the bus.
That is...if she could find the bus again.
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