#*but New Jack fucking KILLED SOMEONE at your company*

[radioscientist]

I always feel like I wasn’t that into wrestling… until I spend hours watching wrestling documentaries and old footage and remember that I actually have quite strong opinions on it and I’ve somehow retained a lot of knowledge that I’ve apparently buried

#not anime #radiowaves #wrestling #*I watched one about Bash at the Beach 2000* #*and my strong feelings surprised even me* #*I do not care for Eric Bischoff and his smug face* #*Vince Russo is also terrible but I do enjoy his enthusiasm and his spite makes me laugh* #*I also forget how much I dislike Vince McMahoun until I see him on screen* #*fucking Eric and Russo talking about WCW man so pretentious like* #*sure WWE has been Disney-fied now to an insane degree* #*but New Jack fucking KILLED SOMEONE at your company* #*not to mention the platform injuries* #*also stupid fucking Hulk Hogan and his creative control WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM THAT THAT IS DEFINITELY A CONFLICT OF INTEREST* #*also did you guys all know that Sabdman had a kendo stick and not a pool cue???* #*it would have made SO MUCH MORE SENSE with his character for it to be a pool cue instead and I stand by that*

[amuseoffyre]

"I don't even know who I am"

What I have loved about the show from day one is that it has been an unflinching examination of identity and what makes it: the things that shape people into who they are and how that impacts on how they act and react to the world around them.

The exploration of Ed’s sense of self has been so beautifully handled and I know that if/when we get a third season, they’re going to do even more with it.

This is a character who has been raised with violence and cruelty his whole life, who was told “we’re just not those kind of people” when he yearns for something better, who killed to protect his mother, who ended up under the heel of a brutal tyrant of a captain who used sadistic punishments and death to keep his crew in line.

It’s the only life he knew and it’s the only option he sees himself as having. He has no concept of any other alternative until along comes Stede “there’s always another way” Bonnet and he’s fascinated. He even tells Stede as much the first time they met – “do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone doing something original out here? It’s impossible, man.”

Ned Lowe cements that fact in 2x06, describing Ed as a generic pirate and Ed immediately calls him out on the fact that he’s as messy as the rest of them even if he’s trying to act like he’s not, observing “It’s usually family stuff”. Stede even observes “A lot of your friends are troubled” and Ed fully admits “Yeah. Well. They’re pirates.”

There’s so much juicy meta to be had about the fact that Stede wants to desperately be a pirate and Ed doesn’t even catch that not only is Stede fully troubled but that it’s got Family Stuff etched all over it. He even says “you’ve got it all figured out”, but the Stede meta is for another day.

In S1, Ed’s in a pretty depressed space and finds a bit of a respite from it in Stede’s company. It lets him try out new things, things he didn’t think he was allowed/able to do, but he still follows a lot of the patterns of behaviour and actions that are standard in the pirate lifestyle that has been 80% of his lived experience.

He can switch violence on and off when he needs it (“next one goes through your fucking eye”), he doesn’t see anything wrong in talking about the violence he’s inflicted (“Well, this one time I was gouging an eye out of this lad’s skull”), he has a deep well of punishments that he can draw from (force-feeding body parts, mutilation, skinning, maiming) and all of these things are just so normalised for him that he’s desensitised to how horrific they are.

He’s still doing all those things while also telling stories, having fun, teaching people about fuckeries and generally being “more open and available than I’ve ever seen him”. He hasn’t wanted or needed to shed that side of his life because he’s getting the best of both worlds.

Only then Calico Jack pays a visit and ramps Ed’s behaviour up to 11 and this is the first time Stede – who is dealing with his own issues at the same time – says that there’s something wrong with the way he’s behaving.

Ed says to Stede, confused and stung, “This is who I am. This is me” when Stede points out all the behaviour he isn’t enjoying. And for him, at this point, this is him. This is what he’s grown up knowing and being. This is his lifestyle and part of the culture of the pirate community. We see it repeatedly when we see Ed encountering people from his past or in the Republic. It’s the frog-in-the-pot scenario. He’s been in the pot so long, he doesn’t know it’s been boiling the whole time.

Only the very next episode, at the academy, pared back to just be Edward Teach, born on a beach, he admits “I don’t know if I want to go back to the old days, drinking all day and forcing some bloke to eat his own toes for a laugh”. He’s been played and double-crossed by people who trusted him and he sees an alternative in Stede – “I’m your friend” Stede told him, and he wants that. He wants a friend he can trust. They can go off together, away from all that and everything’ll be fixed, right? That’ll make it all good.

And then…

And then we all know how that goes.

Briefly, very briefly he thinks he might be able to hold on to that different kind of thing, that softer, brighter world, but Izzy reminds him of the reality of their situation. That people he considers allies and friends can and will warn him to “watch his fucking step” and that this is not a world where he can let his guard down.

Either you’re part of that world or you die. Izzy said it as far back as episode 4. The only retirement they get is death. And so that’s the option Ed takes: either watch the world burn or die trying. Not like he can have anything else. For ever and ever, trapped in his life and world he has come to hate.

He sinks him into the worst of it to try and end things faster. He’s crueller. Relentless. Brutal. And no one seems to care that he’s shattering under the weight of it, until he forces their hand and goads them into killing him or letting him kill all of them.

Izzy says “we did this to him” to Stede, but neither of them seem to realise how much deeper Ed’s hurts go. Yes, they both had an impact on Ed, knocking away his sense of place and self and acceptance, but the wounds are far older and far deeper than they know.

It’s only when Ed is first forced to confront himself in the unsettling not-reality of the gravy basket that he takes the first step in understanding himself better. He’s forced to face the stuff he’s done and the worst parts of himself. He even tries to kill them, over and over again, until he realises.

I find it especially interesting that Buttons describes getting out of purgatory as “escaping”. That this is a place where you’re flayed down to the bones and forced to face the worst parts of yourself.

It’s so vital that he – and Stede – have the encounter with Anne and Mary. He’s reminded of the world that he was part of and the casual brutality that came with it. He’s shown that he and Stede could easily fall into those patterns, but instead Stede offers him honesty, comfort and the assurance that he is loved.

“A lot of your friends are troubled” Stede observes after and Ed admits that yeah, they’re pirates. He recognises that this is part of the social culture he grew up in and that it’s still impacting on him now.

But what happens next is so sweet and important. Buttons talks to him of learning to change, that nothing is fixed and that if you want to, you can change your path. And then Buttons shows him it’s possible and Ed’s face just lights up. Yes, brother. Fly. You can change things. You can choose another way.

Only it’s not simple. It’s not straightforward. With the probation period, Ed looks for quick fixes – offers to let Lucius push him overboard to get it over with and the like – but part of him still doesn’t quite get why some of the stuff he did was wrong because it was so normalised to him.

It takes Fang saying “I was terrified” to make him see it and coming from someone who has been with him for 20 years, realising someone else from within his own world was terrorised by him brings things into focus for him. That the things he thought were games weren’t. That the stuff he told himself was normal in context absolutely wasn’t normal.

And this is where Ed’s entire world view pivots. Fang shows him how to sit with himself, how to reflect. Ed takes this lesson to heart and he’s still working through it, gazing out to sea and thinking about it at the beginning of episode 6. He goes from never apologising for anything as a captain to telling both Fang and Izzy quiet, but meaningfully, “I’m sorry”.

He’s known for a long time that he’s tired of piracy, but the Ned Lowe situation is the thing to put the final nail in the coffin: this man hunted him down because of his pirating. This man hurt them all because of it. And worst of all, Ned took the man Ed loves and pushed and provoked him until Stede killed him. This was Ed’s “you defile beautiful things” moment. His face in those scenes, when he said “don’t do it, you can’t come back from this” is a call from his own experience. Stede is taking that step onto a path that Ed desperately wants to get off.

That night makes the decision for him.

The next morning, his leathers go overboard, a symbolic end to Blackbeard (and I will yell another day about him putting the proverbial beast back under the waves. Ed and his sea metaphors are gnawing me alive) and he’s happy about it, humming and hurrying back down to join Stede in their bed.

Stede doesn’t notice, though. Stede never would notice something like that being important because for him, Ed is Ed. Whatever he wears, whatever he does, he is Ed. A change of clothes doesn’t change him in Stede’s eyes.

But other people notice. Hell other people not noticing Blackbeard and only seeing some hobo dude is such a change. There’s something so significant that the people he chooses to talk to about it are the old guard in his field. He tells Jackie “it’s not a phase” and Izzy that it felt “fucking great” and both of them get it. Both of them have been there, seen it, experienced it.

Only it happens as he’s seeing Stede become what he used to be, stepping into the space he’s willingly leaving, and Stede is so happy about it. And he’s happy for Stede to have his moment and be appreciated, but it just throws into stark relief that this is absolutely not what he wants or needs right now. He still has a lot of figuring out to do and unfortunately, they’re both highly-emotional people and when they’re emotional, their communication goes down the toilet.

Once upon a time Ed said “this is who I am, this is me” to Stede, when he was acting exactly like Stede is now: raucous, drinking, chaotic and loud. Only time and reflection has let him see that wasn’t necessarily him but the environment and his circumstances shaping him to be like that, just as it's now making Stede act that way.

“I don’t even know who I am,” he admits in this argument. “I’m not ready for whatever this is”. He knows he has a lot more to figure out and because he’s latched on so hard to fishing as a place to be quiet and contemplate, that’s why he runs there. He wants to work himself out without the weight and pressure of the pirate world breathing down his neck.

Only he doesn’t talk about it, he doesn’t explain, he just tells Stede he’s leaving and Stede immediately sees it as something he’s said/done, rather than something that Ed is trying to figure out. They both hurt each other because Ed has always worried that Ed isn’t enough – the loss of the beard still weighs on them both – and that Stede is only humouring him to get Blackbeard, while Stede is so convinced that being a great pirate will mean he and Ed can be together as equals instead of him being a bumbling amateur who isn’t worthy of the man he loves, only to see it slip through his fingers.

They both need to talk to each other, but they don’t know how. Ed’s made quick, rash decisions, but they’ve come on the back of a lot of reflection and he just didn’t explain it. He’s right that he doesn’t know who he is himself. He’s never had the chance to just… take the time and figure it out. He needs that time, but they just don’t have it right now and they end up hurting each other more because of it.

I’ve said from the beginning that both of them are coming from opposite ends of the spectrum and that they’re destined to meet somewhere in the middle. Ed got his fantasies of a fancy life shattered in season one and now, Stede is seeing the impact of his pirate fantasies on the life he made for himself in season two.

Both of them are on the edge of a catastrophe curve, misunderstanding each other’s motivations and totally at odds with who they are versus who they have been told they need to be. They will get there, but two little lost boys finally taking off the rose-tinted glasses and dealing with the mess that they have carried with them their entire lives isn’t easy.

And I will fully admit I am loving it.

#ofmd s2 #ofmd meta #ofmd #ed teach #long post

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way: Chapter 7

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

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There would be no need for a bath, he had already taken you once today and the two of you had sat in the water until it was room temperature; Joel had even managed to get a scented candle, saying the wife of one of the other raiders, one who didn’t live in the house, made for you when she heard Joel was “seeing” someone. You wondered how much she knew, if she knew you were kidnapped, bought, that Joel had hurt you so severely in the early days, but now your relation had shifted into more of a live-in girlfriend. Either way, it was a kind gesture, and you enjoyed the lavender scent as Joel washed you. You’d been rather lonely since Tommy left last month, but things in the house had shifted once again…

Lorenzo had somehow become your babysitter in place of Tommy, except you were allowed outside of your room now. You’d proven to Joel that although yes, you’d cheated on him, you wouldn’t leave. You managed to convince him it was just once, and although he was not thrilled that Tommy had taken your virginity, he seemed convinced that yes, when you had actually begun showing him affection, Tommy was just your friend. You loved Tommy, you think, but you weren’t lying. He had never touched you sexually after that first day. Joel didn’t need to know about the affection you showed each other…

Still, you wondered why Joel was so willing to leave you alone with Lorenzo for hours on end when he’d already had to deal with Nick and Tommy, but you were grateful. You’d taken to housework to kill time, Lorenzo usually sitting at the kitchen table drinking whatever alcohol he’d gotten his hands on and smoking as you cooked, washed dishes, swept and mopped. Many of the things you used to clean or cook with had to be requested of Joel, almost like a shopping list that depended on what he could find. A bunch of bachelors living together hadn’t proved to have much necessary home items (they didn’t even have flour!) but in time, you’d been able to provide them all with a cleaner living environment and better food. In turn, many of the men were less shitty to you. You think sometimes to that night Joel had left you handcuffed to the table, and you wonder who, of the men who muttered quick words of thanks, would have raped you after Nick… would Jack, who occasionally sat with you when Lorenzo and Joel were both out and made small conversation have hurt you given the chance? Were the men who you had began to take company in the same men who raped and killed? You were sure of it… but how much did it matter? Joel was your primary company, the one you took solace in, the one whose arms you laid in right now, and he had done horror to you… you couldn’t exactly hold the other men to the standard you had held Tommy to.

“Got any plans today while I’m gone, little one?” Joel asked as the water cooled, neither of you wanted to get up yet, not until Joel really had to go.

“It’s nice out, I think I’ll do some laundry” Nice weather was laundry days. Jack had thrown together a washboard of sorts for you when Joel was unable to find anything and you had refused to let him demand one from any of the households of the other men. Jack had worked with his hands pre-outbreak and was able to put something together for you, which you appreciated.

“Lorenzo ain’t give’n yuh no trouble is he? I know he can be a damned asshole sometimes, especially when he’s been drink’n”

When wasn’t he drinking? When wasn’t he an asshole?

Great question. “No, no trouble, thank you for asking.” Lorenzo could be an asshole. He was blunt, and made it very clear a few times how stupid he thinks you are for staying with Joel, for pushing Tommy away, for putting yourself between Tommy and Joel tha night and refusing to kill Tommy, simply banking on the unstable man’s mercy, so on and so on… But you would yell at him to shut up and he would, after a last word or two if he was drunk. You appreciated Joel’s concern, the way he always looked after you… You remember the hurt on his face when he had come back from slaughtering Nick, how sorry he was that you felt like you couldn’t tell him, and of course Tommy had insisted that he made you have sex with him, despite the fact you had begged Tommy… Joel tried so hard to communicate with you now, or at least for you to communicate with him.

“Alright. You’ll-”

“Yes baby” You took Joel’s hand. “I’ll tell you if he so much as looks at me funny”

You could feel the light laughter from the rise and fall of his chest. “Anything you need today? Other than the cocoa powder, I’ll keep looking for that.” It was the last thing you needed before you could make brownies. You knew he’d find it eventually, but it wasn’t a necessity.

“Can you trade for more eggs? Trade, Joel. Trade. Not steal.” You insisted he not take more from people on his lands other than the ‘rent’ for ‘protection’. An older farmer had a chicken coup and that’s where you got your eggs. Joel sighed, but agreed. You pause before asking. “Joel?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He leaned over to pull the plug on the tub, draining the cool water out. 

“Lorenzo said there were a few apple trees a couple miles out… I wanna make a pie for Mrs. LittleHawk, Cash’s wife, as a thank you for the candle, and of course a few for you all.”

Joel mumbled something about not needing to send a thank you, that the women should respect me the way the men respected him, but you thought that was silly. They had no reason to think anything of Joel’s kept woman.

“Please Joel?”

He sighs again. “Fine, only because I ain’t had apple pie for 10 years. I’ll swing by the patch on my way back.”

You turn around in the tub, facing him as your wet hair stuck to your face. You comb his hair back and smile as he leans into your touch ever so slightly. “I was actually hoping… maybe we could take a ride out there? I wanna pick ‘em myself…” 

“Baby…” You looked so hopeful, so wide-eyed and innocent. “I got so much shit to do, I ain’t got any time in the day light to take you for a few weeks”

You pout. You know Joel has a hard time saying no when you pout, especially when he’s all lovey-dovey after sex.

One more sigh. He supposed you’d been so good, very well behaved and not an inkling that you wanted to run… he had forgiven you for cheating on him with Tommy, a difficult betrayal to grapple with, but that was just how much he loved you… he supposed there was no reason to not let you go… you knew if you tried anything it’d spell the end for Zach and Tommy. “Are you comfortable going with Lorenzo?”

You light up, peppering kisses all over his face as you thanked him, continuing to tell him how much you appreciated it and how you were gonna make a whole pie, just for him as he dried you off, carrying you back to the bedroom you shared. There was no reason you couldn’t walk, but Joel always carried you, and you always laid your head on his shoulder or kissed his neck as he did. You loved feeling loved, protected, adored.

You watched Joel pull off the towel around his hip and get dressed, and despite being sore from the ravenous fuck this morning, you still felt that pang of desire. He really was so, so handsome; broadest shoulders you’ve ever seen in your life. Joel looked over his shoulder and smirked as you eyed his bare ass before he pulled up the boxers. “Like what you see, little girl?”

You blush and turn away as he chuckles, before going to the closet to pick out an outfit for you. He had been bringing back several dresses, which you thought a bit impractical, but he seemed to enjoy watching you cooking in a dress, walking up and pressing his erection into your ass with your hands in the dish sink. He had absolutely fucked you against the counter before, nearly burning the baked beans in the process and your arm, and you had managed to assert one single boundary during sex; no fucking while you cook.

He pulled out a white dress for you which you put on over your underwear. 

“I got a surprise for you.” He says as he finishes dressing, strong muscles flexing with his movements. He gestures for you to sit on the bed, and you are delighted as he picked up his guitar.

You gasp a bit. “You fixed it?”

“Just for you, princesa” Joel smiles. “Now, it’s been a long as time, and my voice ain’t what it used to be-”

“I’ll love it, it’s perfect, no matter what” You assured.

Clearing his throat as he sits on the bed, he tuned up one more time, having fixed it up the other day while she worked on the garden with Lorenzo binge drinking outside. “Alright, well, this is one I still remember all the words and chords to, so here we go.” He looked… nervous. He wanted to please you, make you smile, wanted to make you happy in your life here… and you seemed happier, you really did. He knew you missed that traitor bastard of a brother, but it seemed Lorenzo kept her enough company when Joel was gone.

When the music started, you were immediately entranced. It was melodic and haunting and beautiful all at the same time… and when Joel began singing… you couldn’t help but begin to truly adore him. Nothing he had done to you mattered the moment he sang to you.

“Well I’ve been ‘fraid of change’n cause I built my life around you

Well times makes you bolder, children get older and I’m getting older too

Take my love, take it down… If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, will the landslide bring me down, oh, the landslide brought it down.”

The cords were a bit clunky, and he mumbled over a few words not seeming to remember exactly what they were, but you loved, you loved it so much you begged him to play again, and again, and again until he said he needed to get going, but you had memorized chunks of the words and the melody, you wanted it to play in your head forever the way Red River Valley did when Zach used to play it. 

“I take it yuh liked it?” Joel chuckled as he took the strap off his shoulder.

“It was beautiful, Joel. I loved it. Were you a singer before the outbreak?”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “No, not really. I wanted to be though. I used to sing and play for family, few open mic nights” You didn’t know what an open mic night was, but it sounded like a show, and it made you proud that someone who had played at shows played for you.

“For family?” You ask, not thinking, but then immediately regretting it, knowing that this was a sore subject for him.

Instead of getting angry, he looked… sad… He shuffled a bit, getting up to put his shoes on. “Yeah I uh… I had a daughter. I sang to her before bed, she loved that song.”

You knew better than to press the issues, knowing the fact he even mentioned Sarah was him laying an extreme amount of trust on you, and you took this trust seriously.

“Did you write that song?”

He hesitated. “Ummm Yeah, I did. Years ago.”

A few hours and a horse ride later, you were picking apples while Lorenzo smoked and drank against a tree. His cigarette smelled awful so you made him move away from you. You usually didn’t mind the smell, but your nose had been so sensitive lately, and whatever brand he got today smelled like a skunk. You supposed he couldn’t be choosy, but Jesus did he have to drink too? Nonetheless, you were happy today, you really were, happy to get fresh air and sunshine, enjoy the smell of the apples and the trees and the flowers, the warmth on your skin and the breeze through the thin dress. You hummed along to the song Joel had sang you today, gently singing the few words you remembered here and there. 

“Oh, hhmhmmhmmm what is love. Can the child hmmm hmmmmmmm rise above, Can I sail hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmmmmmm can I sail through the seasons of my life”

“How the fuck do you know that song?” He slurred, clearly drunk already.

You turn to look at him curiously. “How do you know that song, Renzo?” 

He scoffs at you. “Uh, maybe because it’s an incredibly popular song from before?” The sarcasm slurs out of him.

“No it’s not” You chuckle. “It’s Joel’s. He wrote-”

Lorenzo was laughing so hard he fell over. You felt your cheeks burning.

 “Why are you laughing!”

He tries to catch his breath as he continues wheezing on the ground, his smokers laugh mixing in with coughs and chokes. “I-I’m sorry” Now, you knew that wasn’t genuine. Lorenzo didn’t apologize. “God DAMN you are way too fucking young for that old bastard” he holds his stomach and hickups as he laughs. 

“Don’t call him that!”

“Fucking hell” Lorenzo covers his face, kicking his legs a bit as he mocks you. “He’s got you so fucking brainwashed, I should feel bad for you if this wasn’t so fucking funny!” 

You didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever was in that drink must make him a lot gigglier than usual. 

You throw an apple at his head.

“Ow!”

“Why are you laughing!”

“This is some really fucking good weed”

You didn’t know what that meant and you didn’t wanna ask.

Lorenzo went on. “That song he sang you is a very very popular song by one of the most famous bands in history, Fleetwood Mac, and it was covered by a popular country band like a year before the world went to shit. Joel absolutely did not write it, and the fact he was, what? 5? When the original song came out and you don't even remember it should disgust him. And Tommy for that matter but you don’t ever fault Tommy for- OW!” Another apple.

It was a while before he spoke again. “You could run for it, you know. This would be a good time, if you can get to the horse before me.” You ignore him, and he mutters that you are a dumb bitch again, lying on the grass with his smelly cigarette.

“And what about you?” You challenge him. “Now would be a great time for you to cope a feel, take advantage of us out here alone like everyone else seems too.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that sweetheart” He giggles, his accent (Boston, he told you a few weeks ago), even thicker with the alcohol, making him a little hard to understand when he drinks. “You aren’t my type”

“Oh?” You ask, not believing him. It’s not that you thought yourself anything special, but you also knew with men, it wasn’t your looks they were after, just what was between your legs, and most of the men you had met, save for Zach, Tommy and Lorenzo, seemed eager to get there. “Then what’s your type?” Your laundry basket full of apples perched on your cocked hip, you challenged him.

You did not expect him to answer “You’re brother”

The basket of apples`drop to the ground. “What?”

Another burst of giggles. “Oh come ON! You got Stockholm syndrome but being gay is where you draw the morality line?”

“No! No it’s not that… well, I guess I’ve never met… and you still see Zach? How is is he-”

“Slow down there, sweetheart” The drunkenly thick accent making it sound more like sweethaht. “First of all you have obviously met a ho-mo-sexual” he drew out the word teasingly. “‘Cause your brother is one. Secondly, he’s doing good.”

 He ended oddly sincere.

You had so many questions, but mostly you were thankful Joel didn’t go back on his word and kill Zach for trying to take you. “Did you… is that why you helped him try to rescue me?”

“Nah” A little wave of his hand and a sleepy chuckle. “He did pay me, but we hit it off. Don’t think too hahd ‘bout it, we ain’t elope’n or nothi’n”

“Well… can you tell him I said hi, and… I miss him?”

“Yeah, yeah I will. C’mon, let’s get going” Lorenzo wobbles as he stands up, falling over a few times getting to the horse. As he tries to mount, he’s halfway on the saddle before falling off with a harsh ‘OOF’

“Lorenzo!” You set down your basket of apples you had to regather, and hurry over to where he lay. The wind was knocked out of him but he was breathing, to your relief. “C’mon, let's go.” You try to pull him up, but he just laid there, groaning and dizzy as his world spinned.

“This is the perfect oppretunity to go, why don’t you just fucking leave, dumbass”

You growl a bit as you try to get him going, successfully pulling him to sit up at least. “I’m not having this discussion.”

“You’re little hero left you, there’s nothing here for you except this delusional little white-picket fence life you are playing with.”

“If I leave, you are dead! Joel will kill you! You ridicule me for not having common sense but if I leave you’ll end up like that rotting body outside the house as will Zach and Tommy!” You push him back down, but he sits up quickly grabbing your shoulder. “Let go!”

“Don’t pretend like you are doing this for me, kid, when you know damn well you’ve gone and fallen in love with the same asshole who raped and abused you!-”

“You don’t know anything about us, or about him!” You scream, trying to pull away.

“You think I ain’t seen that fucki’n brand on your thigh when Joel dresses you up like a doll in those short little dresses?” His voice raises.

“Let! Go!” 

Lorenzo’s hand goes to your skirt. “Look what he fuck’n did to you!” 

The slap you delivered across his face was so hard it stung your hand, his lips bled a bit as you fell back in shock and he laid back down on the grass.

The two of you laid there in silence on the ground for a while, panting. You hadn’t reacted like that since Joel first took you, and even then you never slapped him.

It was Lorenzo that spoke first. “What are you gonna do when the baby comes?”

There was a pause as your ears rang, blood draining from your face, you felt hot as your heart rate picked up. “What?”

“I had all my sisters, 6 of them. Was married too, not that anyone ever asks. I know when you’re on your period, even though I try not to. It ain't come yet” You had no way of keeping track of dates… it came when it came and all the days had begun to blur…

“No… no he always pulls out…”

“Well so did my sisters boyfriend but she still got knocked up at 14, was puking every morning like you. You’re about 3 weeks late.”

No, no this can’t be happening… Your hand flies to your stomach. “No, I had… I had a stomach bug…”

“Whatever you say.” He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

God no, you can’t bring a child into this world… How is Joel gonna react? Fuck, fuck, fuck! “Get up!” You scream at Lorenzo, standing up and forcing him on his feet. “Get on the fucking horse and get us home!”

He begins to climb up. “So fucking-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so fucking stupid” You grumble, and sit behind him to keep him from falling over as he takes you home.

You’re pacing the floor when Joel comes home, and immediately clocks something is wrong, dropping the bag he brought. “What did he do?” His face is stone cold, pulling out his gun.

You knew he meant Lorenzo, and as much as he got on your fucking nerves, you didn’t want him dead. “No he’s fine, it’s not him, it’s just… Joel I gotta tell you something, and I don’t know how you’re gonna react…”

Joel softened. He knew… he knew his reactions are why you didn’t tell him about Nick, and if something was wrong he wanted you to be able to tell him. “It’s okay, you can tell me little one, we’ll figure it out together.”

Tears fill your eyes, and as the sobs start, Joel takes you into his arms. “J-Joel… I-I-I’m pregnant.”

He freezes, unmoving and you cannot tell what he is thinking. He’s gonna be mad, he’s gonna be so fucking mad at you, he’s gonna beat the shit out of you until you miscarry, or he’s going to kill you! He only just mentioned his daughter to you today, this is going to tear up open wounds… what if he thinks it’s Tommy’s baby? You didn’t want this, you didn’t want this at all, how could you bring a child into your situation?

“This is amazing…” He whispers.

“W-what?” How could this be amazing?

Joel pulls back to look at you. “This is amazing, you are amazing…” wonder is in his eyes, but you shake your head slowly.

“No… no Joel we can’t do this, we can’t raise a child”

“Of course we can.” His voice was so soft, so assured… “We absolutely can, I’ve done it before.”

“When the world hadn’t gone to shit!” tears were still in your eyes, occasionally spilling over.

His grip got just the tiniest bit tighter… “You don’t think I’d be a good dad?”

You knew a warning when you saw one. “No, no that's not it!” You were quick to deny the accusation. “It’s just… this world, there's constant danger-”

Joel cuts you off with a kiss, his grip tight as he begins to kiss your neck. “I protect you, don’t I?”

“Yes, Joel, but there's so much going on, I can’t-”

Another kiss. “Yes you can.”

“No, no I can’t. Please, Joel, I know you know people, doctors… can’t you find someone, someone too… to take care of-”

Another kiss. “Of course I can, I’ll find the best doctor around, you’ll have everything you need.”

“No, not a pregnancy doctor, Joel I want to end-”

His grip on your shoulder was harsh, uncomfortable, but not necessarily painful… he was playing nice, nicer with you than he usually did when he perceived a wrongdoing. “You wanna abort my baby?”

The tears flowed freely as you began to plead with him. “I can’t do this Joel, I’m fucking scared, somethings gonna go wrong I just know-”

A final, searing kiss. “We’re gonna be parents, okay? A happy little family.” There was no room for question, no room to argue, no room to ask as he kissed you, his grip softening as you didn’t protest; your reward. I won’t hurt you today, but remember, your body is still mine. All this freedom, but you still belong to me.

He kissed you onto the bed, dressing you down and into a nightgown, his hand constantly rubbing your stomach, caressing it, adorning it in affection with the same hand that nearly brought you to death multiple times… but he was so gentle, wasn’t he? So gentle when he wanted to be… And he had been different, he’d been better, Joel had been so soft, even in sex. None of the ways he would in sex, even accidentally. And he agreed not to come onto you while you cooked, you had successfully been able to say no to sex… that was an improvement, a vast improvement… yeah, maybe you could do this.

When Joel fucked you that night… you felt like you could call it making love.. He was so tender, it was surreal. As he strummed his guitar lazily for you you felt your stomach. Logically, you knew there was hardly anything there, but you felt it… you felt that little baby in you… barely a twinkle. Joel would keep you safe, Joel would keep the baby safe, everything would be fine… As Joel played the song from this morning again, you didn’t bring up what Lorenzo said. Joel was the one singing it to you, so it was his song…

You rested on his lap. “Do you know Red River Valley?” You ask, looking up at him as he clumsily strummed his guitar.

“Yeah a little, it’s a pretty popular western song. You like that one?”

“Yeah, my… my brother played it.” Shit.. you froze again. Would that upset him? There was an unspoken rule not to talk about your life before him…

“Ah, well, I think I can get the chords out, dunno the lyrics though.” He began to plunk around to get the tune, teasing the chords out of the 6-string.

“I know the lyrics.”

You watch him smile softly at you, eyes sparkling as he brushes the side of your face with the back of his hand. So gentle, so tender… “Sing away then, pretty one, I’ll match your speed.”

And you did. You sang all the verses you knew while Joel strummed along, carefully to your pace. You weren't a great singer, but it brought you comfort… You were scared, so scared, but it would be alright, wouldn’t it? The tears rolled down your cheeks, and you smiled at Joel so he would think they were tears of Joy.

“From this valley they say you are going

I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened our path for a while”

“Come and sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

But remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy who loved you so true”

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Okay so i know this is a boring chapter but i was looking at the initial pacing of the chapter timeline and i didnt like it, it felt rushed but now i fel like this chapter makes it too drawn out??? But here we are

I knowthis focuses more on Lorenzo and Little one but I thought it was fun at least. plus, baby?!?!?!?!

If you had theories on how this ends, or where its going, does baby and joels reaction to baby change it? lets here it!

New header, pictures of LO tied up are replaced with pictures of her as a "little house wife" as Lorenzo says. and of course, Tommy is gone, replaced with Lorenzo;-;

Since the last poll was SO FUN lets do another!!!!

As always, thank you sooooo much for comments and comment reblogs and asks!!! it makes me sooooo happy to see how engaged people are with the story!!! makes me really happy and keeps me writing.

Im tryna work on dark!nathan bateman but joel distracts me!

Also I really need to work on my normal non dark frankie series on my main XD

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[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A Lil'Lady

Masterlist

Summary: when you miss the last bus you expected a long walk home. You didnt expect to end up in some handsome alpha hot shots office waiting for a pair of slippers and dinner.

Warnings: dark!sy, threatening situations, mob!au, swearing, threats of spanking, really shitty written attempt at texan accent

A/n: this is a little oneshot, other might be added in the future but for now this is a one off so that mobsy will stop bullying me. Also has anyone done a darker sy before? Because i can see it~

Wordcount:3034

Your feet screamed at you. This wanst the plan, it was never the plan. Moving texas was supposed to be a new fantstic life. The open spaces and cattle ranches sexy cowboys calling you lil'lady and big T bone steaks!

It was not meant to be an office job in a law firm that didnt pay overtime but expected it and ended up making you walk almost five miles in the dark because your boss is an asshole and made you stay later kissjng the last bus.

You huffed and flicked off your dress code killer heels... that killed nothing but your feet. If you kept them on youd be home at sunrise. You moaned as your stocking clad feet hit the cold cement. God that was amazing, better then all the foot rubs in the world!

With that you began the long journy home, debating whether or not to call in sick tomorrow. Theh would complain as they are in a tight schedule.  With was company jargon for 'we cant be bothered to hire more people so just work harder'. Fuck them. You had sick days so youwere useing them!

You moved slowly, eyes cast down watching for dog poop and needles. This side of town had all the top clubs and restaurants,  high rollers and fancy cars. But they also supllied alot of drugs around here. Backdoor weed dealers and cocaine smugglers ran around these parts.

Suddenly you were pounced on, someone grabbed your low bun and half pushed half threw you into the building beside you. You screamed outloud and spun around, your heels clutched to your chest as if they would protect you;

"Shut your mouth cunt! You got money; i want your money and jewellery; no bag! Gimme the bag!" the rank smell of sweat, piss and grime filled your nose as the rancid looking male spat at you, hissing words through an intermittent row of yellow teeth... if four of them counted as a row.

"I; i what? No- please dontnhurt me!" You yelped, bearly hearing your own words as your heart thundered in your chest panic swelling in your lungs making breathing difficult and tears welled in your eyes making them sting.

"Now cunt!" He yelled louder this time you moved quivering wi.ling your fingers to work as you clasled your cross body bag trying to get it over your head without antagonising the knife weilding male. He was definitely tweaking, jerking his head back and forth jittery looking around nervously for anyone.

You glanced about panicked to, praying someone was there to phone 911 if things got out of hand and he sliced you up anyway. You frowned seeing a large 4x4 roll to a stop a few buildings down from you, behinde the man still waiting with baited breath.

"What are you waiting for whore christmas?! Gimme the bag or i'll slice if off ya! And i wont be fucking nice about it!" He seethed still twitching uncontrollably whisltwaving the knife around impatiently pojtning the tip at you ordering you to hurry up or he'll gut you.

You whimpered shaking your head still tugging the bage that had got caught in the lapel of your jacked and tangled under your low bun. Youreyes got blurry as you pleaded with him you were trying to give him your bag.

"Now i know you ain'bothering this pretty lil'lady in my back yard" you jumped in surprise when the deep southern drawl came from behinde your assailant. You hissed when your feet moved and tiny sharp stones assalted your tired feet. You shofted wiping your soles of your feet on your legs to get rid of the irritation.

A huge shadow had followed the gruff voice, a tall bearded man who looked about as texan acs a man could, rough and ready. Tan skin a full beard and strang features. All he needed was a sherrif star and stetson and youd mistake him for a texas ranger or some other type of law man. Well if it wasnt for the two men casually flanking him, and the deathly still murderous aura that came from him. He wasnt not a law man. Not with that type darkness lingering around him.

"Oh-oh fuck cap;i err this is one of yours? Man i didnt knowb i swear j didnt;" suddenly the foul man was backing up placing his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

"You point'in that at me?" The newcommer growled nodding to the knife still in the muggers hand. The man whimpered and dropped the knife like it had burned him.

"N-no no sir nope i was just er" you took a step back as the newcomer inched forward threatening the smaller man, but at the same time tilted his body tucking you behind one shoulder becoming a wall between you and the man npw groveling to this 'cap' person. You felt yourself relax a little when the gruff texan spoke again.

"So you were pointing it at the lil'lady then?" He spoke voice growing deeper, reverberating around you in a teasing sadistic threatening tone. You shuddered even you felt the gleeful undertone of his dark intentions.

"No no that wasnt;i was but not no more. I didnt;this is just one big mistake cap i didnt didnt know; i did no harm i promise not a single mark i swear i swear i didnt touch her" you faltered, this man was practically pissing his pants and 'cap' had done nothing more then pull up and growl at him. A small part of you wanted tp know just who this man was. But then again you probably didnt want to know, if that lowlife was this terrified of him then he must be something to truly fear.

"Im sure you didnt. But aint my boys had words with you bout this kinda thing" cap was definitely toying with the criminal, there was a teaseing in his voice, a chuckle hiding under the words. He was a predator, cornering his latest prey.

"N-no sir"

"Really. Could'a swore they told ya a week ago bout harming these silly young'uns out past their curfew." Cap uttered pivoting on his heels, motioning to you wit an upturned palm letting the man steal another glance at you; his downfall.

"Poor darlin' look at'er, all shaken up, sweet lil'thing can bearly breath" sy cursed with a grolw and snatrled the almost sweet wprds with a newfound fury. It seems this cap person didnt like you stnding there wide eyed and terrified.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'll, stop cap i know i can, you gotta believe  me i just; right now i just need it! I need it" the man was cut off by a single palm slicing through the air in a horizontal cease motion shutting him up instantly.

"Dont you be worrying i understan' i know what ya need" he uttered malice dripping from each word. And then the scary suited behemoth spun slowly craning his head towards the two men behinde him and clapped his hands in an exaggerated booming clap.

"Boys how'bout you take him in and give him something to... make a lastin' impression huh? Lets make a few things clear, make a few lessons stick this time. Hands'll do" he decided at this the small male tried to run screaming and begging, but the two men made short work in catching him. You couldnt help feel the pit of your stomach grow cold as your eyes followed the three men now crossing the road with a barrage of yelps and cries.

"You okay there darlin'" you gasped and jerked back colliding with the wall behinde you.  You couldnt help noticing how handsome he was. The blue eyes sparkling with concern as he peered down at you. He really was big. You flushed and looked down at your feet embarassed, it wasnt often you were face to face with a gorgeous man. You wasn't sure how to act.

"Fuck what am i sayin' course ya not. Come on over'ere i ain't gonna hurt ya. Im.... everyone calls me cap, but its sy to you got it?" He added raising a hand out to you waiting patiently for you to take it. You hesitated for a few long moments unsure whether to run or not. But he dipped his head, tilting it forward and wriggled his fingers. His eyes were glowing with a.... you wasnt sure. There was something there. This man was to be obeyed. You wasnt sure how he'd done it but you followed his lead, tucking your fingers into your pumps holding them with one hand and reached out the other letting his huge palm smother yours gently.

"What the? What you doing out'ere with no shoes on? You gonna wack'im with'em or something?" He frowned only now realising what you were holding. And spoke with a chiding voice, you shrunk a little, feeling every bitthe little gir

 He'd called you earlier. Well apart fro  your panties that were slowly growing more and more soaked with each word he spoke.  Finally you shrugged your shoulders and found your voice to reply.

"N-no i just.. they hurt to walk in; wait no put me down!" At the mention of pain he had swung into action and collected you into his arms as if you were little more then a weightless child. He didnt ever grunt as he took your entire weight off your feet. Any other time yoh would have swooned at a huge alpha males type hoisting you into their arms like you weighed nothing. But this man was so intense.

"No can do tiny, no woman of mine is wanderin' down 'ere barefoot. fuck knows whats on these streets, aint'avin you catching something from a needle cos you cant see it" he gruffed and spun before crossing the road to one of the posh looking buildings youd passed a few mineuts ago,the one with the mirrored glass windows and loud base pounding.

"Wha- where are we going? Did you say your woman?" You faltered blushing growing more and more excited at the situation.  Even though it was wrong and scary and you should be screaming for help or head butting hs nose. Whh wasnt you headbutting his nose again?.... well it was a cute nose, itd be a shame to ruin it a little voice reasoned in the back of your head.

"We are going to the bar, to get you some fuckin' slippers or somthin for your feet, must be freezin. And you're my woman, i've taken a shine to ya. Sweet an'spicy is rare round these parts" he grunted out happily shaking his head at you whislt squeezing you to his chest tighter as you wriggled trying to make him put you down.

Before you can say a single word you heard a loud echoing spine chilling scream. You snapped your head over Sy's shoulder to the direction of where his buddies had taken your mugger. your being lead into the club the men were standing at. Sy jostled you holding you lower so you couldnt peak over his shoulder and gave you a warning look as you glanced up at him.

"Hey now bug, dont you worry about him, he'll get what he deserves. Now lets get you sorted hmm?" He said turning and backing into the club door to get threw the it and began to navigate the loud packed club.

"Sorted?" You murmured suddenly feeling frightened,of the huge man who was carrying you deeper and deeper into the club leading you away from the noise and smell of sweat to god knows where.

"Yeah, y'know slippers, drink a lil'food ya got no meat on these bones" he hummed and seemed to reach his destination. A huge office with stunning veiw of the city and tastefull art on the walls.

"Thanks but id settle for some change for a cab" you said quietly feeling less and less comfortable with what ever situation youd landed yourself in. This man was dangerous.  Loaded, feared and dominant. He was the boss and everyone knew it. No even little old you.

"Cab? That aint happening.you know how many women get themselve in tricky situations in the cabs round'ere. Didn't your mama ever tell ya not to go wandering alone at night? Its a good thing i spotted ya' tiny little thing like you out here alone, im not impressed in the slightes little lady" he scolded and sat you down on a luxurious looking sofa, the soft leather  and plush filling letting you sink into it comfortably.

"Looks like ya gonna need some lookin' after. Cant 'ave ya wandering round like a lost little rabbit can i?" Sy said almost to himself as he rounded a large desk shrugging off his fitted jacket revealing a blue shirt stretched across his wide form buttons holding on for dear life. He moved around the desk again leaning on it and moved to roll his sleeves up and crossed his arms eyeing you expectantly. 

"Look i just missed the bus" you said after a few moments, somehow you knew thats what he wanted, an explination. You felt like a naughty kid waiting for your mother to show up at the school fpr a meeting with the principal.

"Oh yeah mind tellin' me how that came about?" He asked still not sounding the least bit happy.

"My boss made me stay late is all and i just missed it" you said evenly trying not to quiver under the intense gaze. He made you feel small and helpless.

"Where d'ya work?"

"Croffts and sons, im a-a lawyer; so so you best let me go before" you lied... well half lied this was feeling more and more like an interrogation you wanted him to leave off. He was clearly a man not at one withthe law. Maybe he would let you go or call a cab if he thought he was dealing with a hot shot lawyer?

But he scoffed smirking and closed his eyes before grining and shook his head. Your stomach didn't even have time to drop before he fixed you with a shakrp look making you draw a deep breath and freeze.

"A lawyer?.. Croffts and sons? Thought thos asshole were still a pack of 50's sexist bastards only hired male lawyers and female secretaries." You blinked at him slowly. Oh shit, he knew. You wasnt sure what to say to that honestly

"Well atleast i know who needs dealin' with now" he shrugged

"Dealing with what do you mean?"

"Well i dont take kindly to men forcing my cute little lady to walk home at eleven at night. You wont be doin' it again that i promise ya"

"Now you hold on! Im greatfull you stepped in an helped me but, but that give you no right to go ordeing me about! An i am not your lady! You dont even know my name!"

"Lemme guess your from that necklace your a B? Bridget Wait no thats not right b... b becky belinda nah, bella maybe?"

"Bridie... im Bridie"

"Good to know Bridie~" he drawled with a grin. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he making fun of you?

"Are you making fun of me? Because i warn you mister im not gonna tolerate it! I mean it! I can be real mean when i wannabe!" You threatened pointing at him, despite not actully being able to bak up your threat. At most you could be impolite. Not mean, you didnt really have that in you. But he didnt know that! For all he knew you could be the nastiest women hexs ever known!

"Im sure you can" he said dismissivly still beaming at you clearly not buying what your trying to sell.

"I really mean it!" You huffed stomping a foot feeljng all about two inches tall at the way he was being so unaffected by your measly threat. What made it worse was his dominating yet playfull demeanour was getting you hot under the collar.

"I know. And i also know that if i catch ya out here again walking bare foot down the street alone at night imma tan that hide of yours better then your daddy ever did" he threaened movig closer and bending down to you face to face placing one huge hand on the arm of the sofa, the other on the seat beside you cageing you. You squeaked and shuffled back, your feet leaving the floor as you did so.

"What?! You cant say stuff like that!" It was only when hexd pulled away winking at you you had found your voice and cried out at him abhoretly.

"I just did. And Imma man of my word bug. Now tell me what your fancying for dinner whilst we wait for some slippers to be brought up" he smiled waving his hand and reaching across his desk for a larg expensive looking mobile phone you handt noticed was there.

"Absolutly not! No thank you, i'd much rather go home!" You jumped on your feet and protested, almost stomping a foot at him crossing your arms. Only to freeze when he sent you a sharp look, eyes flicking up at you from the lit screen, and a single brow raised.

"I wasnt askin lil' lady. Now sit down and be a good girl tell me what your eatin' or i will choose for ya" You blinked, wavering for a moment before sitting back down in defeat. This man was a stubborn as they come and it appears you are stuck with him, atleast for the time being.

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[yandere-plague]

[Yandere AI Handsome Jack]

(Oneshot)

Only just realised the pov switches a bit, oops.

"All of this... Will be ours."

AI Jack motioned around the office, almost beaming to be back in his, now dusty, office.

"Yours, you mean yours. Right?" I nervously chucked, I didn't want to be apart of this anymore. Being with Jack for so long is suffocating, and of course the only way to get rid of him is to go up to fucking Helios.

The deal was simple enough, I go up to helios and "get rid" of Jack, and he gives me a shit ton of money to start a new life, preferably away from Pandora.

"Well yes, mine. But uh, you still helped..." his voice trailed off as I walked towards the huge window, looking at Elpis.

"Woah... nice view..." the pink hue crack from the incident with the Eye of Helios stuck out like a sore thumb. It was pretty in a way.

"It sure is! Oh, and Elpis looks great too..."

I rolled my eyes, turning around and walking towards Jack.

"So... what now?"

"Now princess, you'll have to sit on throne."

The 'throne' was yellow, comfy looking office chair.

I sat on the chair, feeling needles gently prick under my clothes and into my skin. Scaring me a little.

"Woah."

The corner of his mouth raised slightly to your reaction, it was cute in a way.

"Thats the contact activativated dopamine injectors." Half of those words made no sense to you, you let yourself rest for a minute, a well needed break from the mayhem you went through.

"You look like you could kill someone with a phone call and a little base in your voice. Hot." He phased into the opposite chair, raising his feet onto the desk.

"I- uh- thank you?" Jack has been flirty, but not THIS flirty.

"So. What now?"

"Now, before I tell you. I have one thing to ask you." He narrowed his eyes, his face suddenly so serious.

I nodded slightly, he looked down, then back at me.

"If you and I ran this place, what would you do with it?"

"... hypothetically of course."

"Change Pandora, or just blow it up. Whatevers good."

He chucked at your response.

"Nice to see you haven't changed about Pandora."

"But... what if it wasn't hypothetical? We could run this place, together."

"What do you say (y/n)?"

You shook your head.

"No, nonono. I don't want to be some nobody slaving their life for their company. Thats not me, its not who I am." You stood up and crossed your arms.

"But you won't be a nobody-"

"No, Jack, just give me the money please. You'll never hear from me again."

He put his hands on his hips.

"Im not going to leave."

You scoffed at him. "What are you on about?"

Your robotic hand jolted up, you looked at him with wide eyes, your breath shaky.

"You're too important to leave."

Your hand slammed down on the chair, the force sitting you down. The grip was (literally) iron tight, trying to remove it was impossible, but you had to try.

Suddenly your hand jolted to the left of you, you saw a wierd pointy think jutting out of the chair. It was not there before.

you couldn't say anything before it was jammed into your Headport.

Cuffs appeared from the chair, your body now stuck to it. All you could hear was the sound of data being transferred out of your head.

You were beyond terrified, Jack shifted to the side of you. Watching you try and escape the cuffs.

"You're going to stay here, with all the money you could want! Its what you wanted wasn't it?"

"Y-yes but-" you couldn't think of the words, feeling light headed.

He began laughing, really hard, as he glitched in and out of existence.

Then it was silent, too silent.

You heard him again, yet all around you.

He's. In. Helios.

The noise stopped, though now you could feel your head pulsing in pain. The needles where forcing you to be somewhat docile, this can't be happening!

The device left your head, going back into the chair. You slumped your head, passing out almost instantly.

"Get some rest pumkin, I'll take good care of you."

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[evita-shelby]

Cursed

An Au where Grace never gets shot, Charlie is someone else's kid, Tommy is as shitty as a husband as he is in canon (a man with three girlfriends who don't know about each other as he dates them at the same time isn't likely to be monogamous after marriage even if he did love his wife)

Part two

Much like Eight Pounds, this will be a two part story with no happy ending

Gif by @kaq-4

Cw: mentions of suicide,cheating, murder, blood and ghosts

They were happy the first few months.

She tries to be the wife she was with Clive, she tries to be the mother her was, but it doesn’t work.

He isn’t happy with her no matter how much he lies and tells her otherwise.

“Did you think Karma wouldn’t find you?” Clive mocks her as she sees the looks and the touches going on between her husband and the Russian Duchess.

“You killed me, Grace, me, the only man who wanted you as you were. Have fun being the frigid wife and the piss poor mother, love.” The ghost laughed at her pain.

“Tell me, Gracie dear, does Tommy Shelby know your bastard is not his, or even mine? You’re gonna join me when he finds out that Charlie is the seed of my best friend and my best man at our wedding, Jack.”

“Mrs. Shelby, I was just telling Thomas how great you look with my sapphire on your neck.” Tatiana says with a sickeningly sweet voice.

She talked as of Thomas was hers and she’d just loaned him to Grace for the moment.

It hurts, hurts more when she sees Tommy is annoyed that she’d come and join the conversation.

“The sapphire was part of the payment for his services.” The innuendo isn’t lost on her.

He is fucking her; Clive laughs at her from behind. The Russian aristocrat. Do you think the man who was fucking the whore and the horse trainer while fucking you was going to be loyal to you?

You shouldn’t have come back; a voice tells Grace. Could’ve been happy with Charles in New York.

Weeks turns to months and when her husband is shot in the head, Grace finds out that Lizzie Stark knows all the codes and is to be the one who runs the company with Michael and Polly while he is ill.

He trusts a prostitute more than he will ever trust you, a voice tells her.

“I love you, Grace, but you wouldn’t be able to handle all of it. I can barely keep my head out of the water on a normal workday.” he says when she asks him why he hadn’t allowed her to step in and help.

“Did you think he was going to trust you after what you did?” Clive appears over her shoulder as she tries to help Tommy only to have the office door shut to her face.

So, Grace devotes her time to charity and Charles who is starting to take after his real father, Jack Nelson, each day.

Jack had been her comfort in New York, he had reminded her so much of Tommy that she began an affair with him. An affair that she continued when he followed her to London and his wife none the wiser.

Same Jack that had been Clive’s best friend since they were both children in Scituate, Massachusetts. They were like brothers, and it had been knowing that Grace had been fucking Jack for the past two years what drove Clive to his death.

She had felt confident that Tommy was the father of her son, but Tommy had been careful each time because of his distrust of her. Jack did not care, Jack had six children with his wife and more with the women he frequents.

Charles Shelby was his ninth child out of wedlock.

Something Grace will take to her grave.

At the opening of her charity, she is distracted by the gossip she hears while she is in the powder room.

“My cousin thinks no one knows she lied to Thomas. Everyone can see the boy doesn’t look like him. He suspects, his aunt told Michael who asked me if Grace had been with other men aside from poor old boring Clive.” Charlotte tells Linda, same Linda Shelby who has a bone to pick with her.

Linda had taken the female workers on strike with Polly’s permission two weeks after Tatiana Petrovna let everyone know the sapphire Grace had worn had been in her cunt, just like Tommy.

“We weren’t going to ask you for permission, we know what you think about people like us.” Arthur’s wife had said as she stood her ground. “You think that because he married you, we would forgive you, but the people of Small Heath will never fucking forgive the cruel bitch who set the coppers on Freddie Thorne the night his son was born.”

“She was seeing this man named Jack, oh he was so good looking, just like Tommy. You know, dangerous gangster type. He was in London too when Clive died, his wife, Rose said the men had argued the evening before. Something about a great betrayal, but Rosie Nelson won’t say anything.” Charlotte goes on and Grace is forced to hide in the stall until they leave.

If Linda knows, if Polly Knows, then Thomas will find out.

So, the Irish woman races against time, praying that Linda won’t open her bloody mouth before she gets there.

And because she was too busy covering up her sin, the Catholic Irish Priest takes her boy.

Grace cannot breathe, the room spins as the cacophony grows louder and the flashing of the cameras make her see Clive hanging from a noose every time she closed her eyes.

“Did you think Karma wouldn’t find you?” the dead man says as the world turns black.

Charles is to be returned to her by Michael.

Tommy refused to allow her to help after he caught her telephoning the police.

“They won’t help us; you are their enemy now.” Lizzie tells her as they hide out in Tommy’s Digbeth office.

Home isn’t safe.

Until the job is done, they are to stay at 6 Watery Lane.

It could be between a day or a week.

That is all Tommy tells her before leaving her with Lizzie Stark who knows Tommy better than Grace ever will.

“I could’ve gone with Michael and saved my boy.” She tells the tall green-eyed woman who only looks at her with pity.

Her lover, some Italian named Angel, had been killed and yet, Lizzie Stark looks at Grace Shelby with pity.

“He wouldn’t have let you. Tommy doesn’t want you involved, he said you agreed to that when you got married. You’re his wife, just that.” The whore turned secretary shakes her head.

“Imagine when he finds out that baby boy is some other man’s bastard.” Clive whispers as noon turns to evening and evening into midnight.

If you give me my son back, I will tell Tommy the truth. She swears to who ever is out there.

Its nearly dawn when Michael brings her baby boy hidden inside his bloody coat.

Tommy shows up hours later, having braved a tunnel for the son that isn’t his.

It’s then she knows he can never know.

When the police break into the house and takes his family away, Grace knows that a deal is a deal.

“You’re not the father, Grace fucked another man in London while she was fucking you on the side! Charlie’s real father is a married man named Jack!” Linda shouts at Tommy as she fights for Arthur with all the strength she has.

“I can explain, Thomas.”

And so, she does. Grace comes clean as they watch his family be punished for job, she never will know the details of.

#tommy shelby x grace burgess #grace x tommy #tommy x grace #two part story #anti-grace-burgess #anti-grace-shelby

[thevalleyisjolly]

happy sleepover saturday aj!! what's vyce been up to? im fascinated by your blorbo

ahhh, happy saturday jack! man, so much has been happening to vyce in the past two sessions, under the cut for length:

so we had about four weeks downtime, and one of the things vyce did during that time was send a letter to his sister, avaris, telling her about the party and very cautiously warning her about jaina and the grey company. because the grey company sent an assassin after vyce, and jaina knows about avaris, so vyce was worried that they might try to get at him through her. also, the party might be going to thienen (vyce's home country) soon, so he wanted to let her know they might visit.

also during downtime, our cleric used scry for the first time! so naturally we started scrying on everyone, and first we tried to scry on the person who left orianna (nimblebird's monk) at the monastery when she was a baby, but the scry failed. then we scryed on a loose end, perezzo, who was one of halfor's lieutenants who'd gotten pushed off a thousand foot cliff during the BBEG battle but we'd never found a body. and he was alive! and he was with someone who "no longer needed to breath."

so then nimblebird brilliantly put two and two together and guessed that he might be with ira, who was another one of halfor's lieutenants whom we thought we'd killed in some haunted sea caves. we scryed on ira, and the bitch is back! she's probably undead, dripping seawater everywhere, almost certainly in league with perezzo, and still has some kind of personal grudge against our cleric (she tried very hard to kill him in those caves the first time and almost succeeded!).

with that in mind, we scryed on jaina, and she rolled simply terribly on her wisdom saving throw. so we found her in the grey company headquarters, and she was very angrily reprimanding one of the people there for sending an assassin after vyce? saying that she'd warned them vyce was not to be touched, and that vyce wouldn't stop investigating them now? which 1) yeah, he's not gonna stop, and 2) OOF. he JUST sent that letter to his sister warning her about jaina and now it seems like she's possibly not bad after all?

we wrap up the period of downtime with a festival celebrating the lunar reset and the new year (very cool bit of worldbuilding lore, every year, the moon appears to explode into little bits of light and then reforms to start the lunar cycle anew), and as we're enjoying the festivities, who do we meet?

FUCKING FRODE. BASTARD BARD MAN. VYCE'S MORTAL ENEMY.

i mean, he's not evil, we don't think, vyce just Does Not Like over-confident charismatic people (insecurity is one of his fatal flaws) and he especially doesn't like bards. also, frode read him for filth the first time they met, so vyce has got a grudge on top of that. vyce tries to bite a lemon to intimidate frode and rolls terribly on his con save, so that goes about as well as you'd expect (to the delight of me, personally, but not to vyce!). frode is concerned when the party mentions the alleged god-eater we encountered in a dream, and says he's going to look into this info.

also, the party does some dancing in the streets. vyce is not good at it, but for possibly the first time in his life, does not think about what anyone else is thinking, and dances anyway. gotta put dancing queen on his playlist now-

then, as the new year countdown happens, vyce smells seawater in the air. ira! our cleric casts locate person on ira and she's in the city! we rush back to our inn to get our cleric into his armour because she's out to get him personally, then we decide to leave the city to avoid a fight around civilians. this is early in the morning now, we all have exhaustion from staying up late to party, and as our skyship leaves the city...

ambush! another skyship with perezzo at the helm swoops from nowhere and sideswipes us, and we're boarded! which is possibly karma for the number of times we've done this to another ship, lmao. and the motherfuckers cast silence before they landed so orianna (the only person awake on watch) can't shout or wake us up (but she has a horn of silent alarm, so that seems to be the plan!). and that's where we're gonna pick up next time!

oh, also, i forgot, we got a hireling to help us fly our skyship! her name is ama lee, she's very competent, and i love her already.

#thanks jackrabbit! <3 #ewf campaign #vyce larkling

[angryhausfrau-writes]

I Travel Troubled Oceans - Chapter 33: In Which We Reach the Tipping Point

Charles walks. Nowhere in particular, really it's just that he can't fucking stand to be in that house right now. Walks long enough and far enough he goes from the broad straight pavement of the wealthy neighborhoods to the grey cracked narrow pavement of the slummier places. Places like where Jack's going to stash all his seamstresses in some sorta company town.

Charles had been all on board for some aspects of domesticity, once he'd got used to the idea. Having a roof over your head without squatting. Having working plumbing, that was nice. He even has his own personal favorite mug in the cupboard of the kitchen.

He's gone soft, is what he's saying. Been domesticated from the days when he'd squat in whatever filthy abandoned hole would put some walls between him and the elements. And the walls were optional.

But some things about domesticity don't sit easy in him. Like having cleaners come and dust all the huge empty rooms they never use.

He knows they're being paid well – he'd insisted on that. But having to buy a house so huge you never use half of it just to look good to the sorts of people they're trying to con seems like a waste. Sure, they've thrown a few parties for Jack's collections, but those could have been hosted elsewhere, surely. And buying up the remnants of Hamilton's real estate empire and using his methods to turn a profit was always the plan. But now Jack's diversifying. Running businesses and brothels and buying up blocks of warehouses to turn into flats for his employees.

Flats he's charging rent for. Flats who's rental is contingent on working for Jack in some capacity. All while he's making enough money he could just give them away.

It feels like the sort of operation Albinus was running. Getting kids young, desperate. Tying them to you with the pipe or with the money or with knowing that if you tried to run, you'd be killed by the latest kid he'd pulled up from the gutter. Knowing that sticking with Albinus was better than trying to make it on your own, unprotected. He fed you, after all. Clothed you. Put a roof over your head. And all you owed him was your undying loyalty. Your loyalty until death.

And now what's Jack running? The same damn thing.

No drugs, but the same binding shackles of debt and ownership. The same debt of providing for someone who you pulled from nothing, from the gutter, from death. Raised up into new life.

It's absolute shite. Living free, living comfortable, has taught him that. Albinus didn't free him or any of the other kids he'd taken in. He'd enslaved them.

And Jack might be a nicer master, but he's becoming a master all the same. And he doesn't know if he can stay with a man like that.

We are making progress. I say to all of you, we are making progress. Those who would consider themselves our betters are frightened, like little children, as we destroy the pillars of their society. Their bankers, their managers, their bosses who hold the whip. Who use that whip against us. To keep us down. To keep us hidden in the shadows while they stand in the light of what? Of progress.

Of money and of health and of freedom and self determination. A freedom and a wealth that is built on the backs of our work. Of our lives.

Who cleans their streets and homes? Who cooks their food? Who collects their rubbish and takes it far away so they do not have to see it or think about it?

Who ensures their lives keep turning? Us. It is us.

Our mothers and fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, our nieces and nephews. Our sons and daughters are born into a world of shadow. A world where even the benevolent Master binds us in chains. Where even the good man refuses to see us as he goes about his day.

The whole world refuses to recognize us, the people of the shadows. Unless it is to crack the whip. Unless it is to squeeze the living blood from our bodies. To fertilize their fields with our blood and with our sweat and with our very lives, if needed. If profit demands.

And why do they ignore us so? Because they are afraid.

Afraid that if they don't pretend that we are invisible, inhuman, that we will somehow infect them with our otherness, our unworthyness. Afraid that they will slip down into the shadows themselves. Slip down to where we are. Hidden. Inhuman. The chattel that makes this city, this Empire, run.

But mostly, they are afraid of us. Of us. Because they know how many of us there are. How few of them, really, there are.

Because they know that if we were to stand as one and say NO. I will not suffer this any longer. They would lose.

They are already losing.

We are washing the streets in their blood. We are making their lives s precarious as they have always made ours. We are changing the world.

They know it. They feel it in their bones. And so they cling harder to the edifice of gold and marble they have constructed atop our shoulders. They crack the whip harder. They bleed us dry.

But we are at a tipping point. I say again, we are at the precipice. And we will move the balance of history.

I say take heart, brothers and sisters, as we rise out of the shadows and into a new world. A world of our own making.

And like anything, it is a world born in blood. But it is a world that will triumph. I say it is a world that will survive. And it is a world that we build together.

Idelle is conflicted. One of the brothel girls, an old friend from the streets, has heard whispers. Just whispers beneath whispers, really, of an investigation surrounding Jack. A Police investigation.

Some crooked bobby looking for whoever's trying for Flint's old territory.

Some Bahaman gang, which is why they think Jack's involved. All those Visas, all those seamstresses and house cleaners and suchlike. Well, they've all got families. Husbands and brothers and sons.

Who may or may not be going around beheading people.

Idelle should really tell Max. But Max has been ignoring the problem. Keeps saying her official (and illegal) informants haven't heard anything, so of course it's nothing to worry about.

But Idelle has heard.

And Augustus will believe her. Cut ties with Jack, if that's what it takes. Make it look like all the off the books consulting never took place. It is all off the books for a reason, after all.

He's a respected pillar of the community, after all. And maybe he was considering investing in – in the fashion house, yes. No conflict of interest there. Because Idelle so loved modeling for Jack that first season, and it's how they met, after all.

Yes, it's time to rewrite history. Augustus is an important man, after all. He weathered his tenuous connection to Hamilton, didn't he? He can certainly weather his connection to Jack. And Idelle will be by his side to ensure it.

#black sails #rocknrolla #i travel troubled oceans #charles vane/jack rackham #anne/max #chapter 33

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 304

Exodus/Arachnids in the UK

“Exodus”

Plot Description: In apocalypse world, several family reunions yield varying results. Sam and Dean attempt to plan a mass escape through the rift

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

I know this is has always been about family drama but they turned it up a notch

I love how many times Sam says he’ll handle someone and then he doesn’t….this time about Lucifer

Poor Jack ☹️

I don’t like how Lucifer is looking at Mary——she’s not gonna go back with the boys?

Oh no….oh! Right! The entire premise of this episode…Sam was agreeing with Mary’s decision, but only partially. He still wants her back home but in order to get that, they have to make this world…not the apocalypse, but they’re gonna regroup in our world

Why would Cas leave Jack with Lucifer?! Like, let them talk, sure, Jack deserves to know about this half of his genetics…but keep them supervised!

Why is this plan so bad? Why does Bobby think that?

There’s an audio used on tiktok about how much hotter some men get when their whole life falls apart. I still hate Ketch, but…it’s not untrue about him

There’s an evil Castiel here?!

Oh, they’re gonna be doing practically the same thing. Cas getting info from the guy who set up Charlie and Ketch, and evil Cas doing the same but worse TO Charlie and Ketch

“I’ve known you since the stars were made” is such a good line, you’d think it was from Good Omens between the ineffable husbands, but it’s Gabriel telling Lucifer that he (L) can’t change and is incapable of love and empathy

Damn, Gabe. A little harsh.

What is this voice, Misha? It almost sounds German?

Watching Cas kill evil Cas sure was something. That’s a new poll, would you kill your clone?

Charlie and Ketch got rescued…AND everyone decided to go through the rift? What’s a gonna go wrong?! This is the penultimate episode of the season. Things are going to smoothly

This is unexpectedly sage and decent advice Lucifer is giving to Jack…

Roro strengthening the rift 💖

Of COURSE once it’s down to just a few, Michael shows up

Is Gabriel dead for good now?! Nooooo

Well, at least Michael and Lucifer are locked away in apocalypse world…….for now

SOMEONE CHECK ON JACK!!!! Y’all are celebrating too much and he’s just lost his uncle and dad (the second one only sort of) and didn’t even kill his other uncle, like he promised he would do

Yeah, I kind of figured Lucifer would propose a team up with Michael. This can’t go well

“Arachnids in the UK”

Plot Description: something is very wrong with the spiders in Sheffield. The Doctor and friends investigate

This man who seems to be a stand in for the US president is VERY obviously a very certain recent one, and after last episode, I just don’t know that England needs to be saying so much about the US’s history and politics when they’re no better

The dance the Doctor does every time they want to invite a new companion is so funny. They have to make it seem like they’re lonely enough to like some company but not enough that they’re desperate for it. Though Thirteen immediately being down for tea at Yaz’s is a nice change from past iterations

Doc, you could get a sofa for the TARDIS. You don’t have to do small talk like this

Ohhhhhhhhh Yaz’s mom was the woman that dude fired

Oh Graham…no, it’s HARD going back to a place you shared with someone you recently lost

I know they’re trying to make the webs ominous, but it’s not working. Well, ok. That’s TOO many cobwebs. It’s still not scary

When that same thing happened to Frodo, it was a lot scarier. That spider might not be Shelob size, but it’s way bigger than your average Australian one

Oooo, what’s Ryan’s beef with his dad?

I thought for a moment the hotel owner (who no longer seems to actually be the president but is still very reminiscent of said former president) was involved in the spider thing, and maybe he still is, just funding more than hands on

If the spiders weren’t fucking huge, no one would care

LIVING for Ryan doing shadow puppets while the Doctor and this scientist discuss the abnormal behaviors the spiders have been exhibiting

I have had it with these morherfucking spiders in this motherfucking town

No. No. Absolutely not. Why is it GIGANTIC?! That’s…WAY bigger than the other ones

This dude is so fucking pathetic, and not in the good way

I am now way too aware of anything that’s remotely tickling me. Megumi doesn’t help

He’s not president but he’s planning on running for president

That dude should not have a gun…

We already knew he was a terrible and sleazy businessman, but metaphorically washing his hands by saying he just signs the contracts…I wanna punch him

Yaz’s dad is gonna be so funny when they get out of this

I cannot wait for this episode to be over. I can deal with regular sized spiders, but this is……it’s too many and they’re too big

I love when they choose to go with the Doctor. It’s always such a heartwarming scene

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband imagine #myso #make you say oh #sykkuno x reader #if ya squint #imagine #imagines #reader #reader insert

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.” 

“Great. Anyone else?”

 “I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby. 

“Who you’re bringing Jack?” 

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!” 

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby. 

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly. 

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed. 

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again. 

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!” 

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight. 

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game... 

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment. 

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game. 

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be. 

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself. 

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone. 

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!" 

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?" 

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!" 

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

*** 

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her. 

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already? 

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec. 

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them. 

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life... 

What if the rest won’t like her? 

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N” 

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!” 

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.” 

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with. 

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included. 

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect... 

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!” 

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile. 

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!” 

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players. 

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance. 

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s. 

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND” 

“I’m sorry!” 

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice. 

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.” 

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!” 

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began. 

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together. 

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter. 

“Alright, are we skipping?” 

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!” 

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button. 

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all. 

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks. 

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported. 

“Oh no, Jack!” 

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?” 

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?” 

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts. 

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning. 

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well. 

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere. 

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body. 

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily. 

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive. 

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath. 

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum. 

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer. 

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic. 

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now” 

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!” 

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character. 

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side! 

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well. 

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!” 

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?” 

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!” 

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend. 

Sykkuno was ejected. 

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?” 

 Dead body reported.

 “I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said. 

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence. 

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected. 

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?” 

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time. 

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts. 

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions. 

“See? You only proved my point.” 

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!” 

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!” 

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well. 

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first. 

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result. 

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!” 

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!” 

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat. 

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer. 

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away. 

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix. 

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued... 

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped. 

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her. 

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frog fractions 2: ff2 is my favorite arg to point at as an example of a highly successful arg that was also goofy as hell. you may have heard of the ‘[x] is frog fractions 2′ meme - that’s because frog fractions 2′s kickstarter was made on the premise of ‘i am not going to tell you when the game is done, or what it’s called, and i will only reveal how to access it once someone finds it and emails me to confirm that it is in fact ff2′. this arg is everything that lead players to actually find the game, including an obama shaving simulator, secret agent party lounges, and dubiously ethical time travel. WARNING: you will have to look at exactly one fucked up guy but it’s a francis bacon painting i promise zagmar is not real and cannot hurt you.

waking titan: alice & smith my beloved. this is an arg they made to promote some dlc for the video game no man’s sky, which you may have heard of. i have never played no man’s sky and i still enjoyed reading about this arg very much. it’s about a research organization trying to create an ai that has infinite processing/precognitive power in order to tell them if they live in a simulation or not. things, as you may suspect, do not go well!

the beast: the grandfather of args! the arg that provided a foundation for how args are today! the beast was made to promote the movie a.i., and has basically jack-all to do with anything about the movie. it was written by an actual science fiction novelist, run in the early 2000s when dial-up internet was still a thing, and features a cast of like 30-50 characters with complex lives, web pages, and relationships. it’s also a murder mystery about a guy who might have gotten killed by a boat.

must love robots: a lot of these are about robots. i know. this one is a romantic comedy about a guy, his robot roommate, and a bunch of meddling arg players trying to help said robot roommate find a girlfriend. it’s short and very sweet, there’s a pastor who hates robots in it, there’s a robot dating site that eerily predicted a lot of data-stealing controversies of the present day. and lots of youtube videos, if that’s your thing.

this is my milwaukee: also one of my favorites. this one is a little spookier than the rest of these offerings, but mostly in a dark comedy/’sense of unease’ way. it’s about the milwaukee tourism board trying to convince people to come back to milwaukee after a vaguely defined apocalyptic event wiped out a large chunk of the midwest. the trailhead video for it stands on its own as a short film very well, and it’s also by the guys who everyone got really mad at for turning horse_ebooks into a different arg for a fmv game satirizing the 2008 economic crisis.

art of the heist: sorry for linking to my own podcast on this one but other sources are hard to find and this arg is batshit and i love it so much. audi (yes the car company) spent millions of dollars to market its cars by incentivizing people to break into them for arg clues. they paid for players to go to coachella. they staged a fistfight at e3. they gave out phones to players. they won an award for this arg and it was extremely well deserved because i love every single piece of information about it.

anyway these are just some completely non-scary args that i really enjoy! all of them have wrapped up unfortunately - if you’re looking for a new one to be involved in, i highly suggest jumping into alice & smith’s arg dscs that just started a couple days ago! 

#arg #args #marn's guides

[blustalker]

Meeting LJ

Lj x Gn!Reader

words: 1.5k

a/n: Go easy on me dudes this is my first time posting a story

“Adam wanna come outside and play in the park? We haven't hang out for a while now have we, buddy?” y/n told their 6 year old little brother. Adam was always cooped up in the house since it's been summer break. They felt bad for not being there for him more often. y/n’s work has been taking a load on them.

“Can I please stay here instead? I don’t want to leave LJ pleasee?” Adam pleaded

‘LJ? Who the fuck is that..probably just an imaginary friend or something’

“Oh? Is that your new friend? What do they look like?” y/n asked kinda creeped out about it but shrugged it off wanting to engage a conversation with Adam

“Mhm he keeps me company and he's very funny. His name is Laughing Jack or LJ for short. He has this big long nose and OH! He looks so cool! He wears these black and white clothes and is very tall!” He yelled happily 

‘Dam..That’s not creepy at all’ y/n thought

“Well he can tag along with us. It will be fun, don't you think? Now grab your coat and hat, it's pretty chilly outside” They said cheerily but on the inside they didn't want whatever this creature was, not that it matters he's not real.

“Yes!” He quickly stood up and rushed out the door. y/n sighed and took one last glance around his room before seeing a black shadow dash on the corner of their eye making them spin their head towards that direction. 

“I swear to god. Ghosts not now kill me later- I mean don’t kill me. Fuck go away” y/n hastily said and closed their brother’s room.

Ah yes the park, a lovely place to be in beautiful dandelion flowers are seen along the path towards the playground. Kids swaying on swings, the other slid on the slides. All the elderly people were watching, sitting and observing their children's play. The other moms were gossiping and talking shit of each other 

“Go ahead and play there Adam I’ll join you in a few” y/n said sitting on a bench they watched as he rushed along and verse with other kids. y/n looked up at the sky and closed their eyes thinking of work..No I should push that aside for now they thought.

 Y/n exhaled through their nose and opened their eyes to be welcomed with a demonic looking creature smiling wide at them with pointy yellow teeth and a long cone shaped nose. y/n jolted up and yelped loudly which received weird glances from the people around them. y/n was embarrassed but they glanced around them but whatever the fuck that was seems like it disappeared. That thing looked exactly like Adam’s “friend” according to how he described him. 

“Shit shit what the fuck was that?!” They whisper shouted at themselves now feeling paranoid of their surroundings 

“y/n come join me!” Adam shouted suddenly making them flinch 

“Coming!”

Both siblings played around there for a few hours before y/n decided that they should both leave before it gets dark. The whole time y/n would glance around their surroundings hoping not to see that smiling monochrome creature both of them finally reached the house, for dinner y/n just heated up some leftover food and at that the day was almost over.

“Come on dear brother it’s time for bed” They said as he helped him change his clothes to a more comfier one and tucked him in the bed. “Goodnight Adam I love you” y/n said kissing Adams forehead

“Goodnight y/n and Lj” He smiled at the both of them

y/n felt goosebumps all over their body and left Adam’s room hastily feeling very unsettled.

“Fuking Lj, that creepy bitch. Fuck it I’m not sleeping tonight” They said running into their room scared. 

y/n laid down on their bed and all the lights were on, so is the TV hoping it would distract them from the thought. “I’m a fuking adult. I shouldn't be scared for the love of shit” y/n just stayed there on their bed watching random channels on the TV for hours but the sleepiness took over and they passed out. 

It's been a week since that happened and everything is going strange 1. Someone is leaving candy in front of your doorstep and few small dandelion flowers 2. Adam is always talking to himself in his room 3. A shadowy figure keeps appearing on y/n’s peripheral vision it's making them so paranoid to the point y/n tried calling the police because someone keeps leaving candy and flowers in front of their house but the stupid officers just laughed at them and said it was probably some prank someone is pulling.

“Well fuck you too what if its some stalker leaving candy and flowers or some shit” They muttered to themselves. All sorts of candy were piled on their front door to snickers, skittles, m&m etc. y/n was actually tempted to take one but was too scared to reach for one.

Adam had requested y/n to watch a movie together when they returned from work. He loves watching movies, especially “Scream”. He likes to re-watch it everytime not that y/n is complaining they like Stu Macher and would watch the movie a thousand times just for him. 

They both watched all the scream movies before passing out on the couch. What a lovely night isn't it. I think a Monochromic clown enjoyed it too who y/n seems to have momentarily forgotten about.

y/n slowly woke up from hearing murmurs from his brother

“Adam why are you awake- WHAT THE FUCK GET AWAY FROM HIM” y/n stood up and tried to get closer but some force was not letting them

“y/n! You’re awake and you can see him! This is LJ my friend-” Adam was cut off by y/n

“No no Adam that is not your friend that is some demonic shit and I can’t fucking move! GET OUT OF HERE!” They shouted frustrated in the verge of tears

“Ah aren’t you y/n how adorable” Lj chuckled

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want from us” y/n growled they cant move a limb and remained standing infront of them.

“Don't worry y/n he's very kind and nice and he's not a demon he's a clown!” Adam smiled at you. Oh how innocent this soul is not knowing this clown can kill him any second.

“I don’t want anything from your brother. I want you. Adam, why don't you go to y/n’s room and find a movie for all of us to watch, while I get to know your lovely little sibling.” He smiled his sharp teeth showing  

“Sure!” He stood up from the floor and went upstairs to your room to find a your collection of CDs

“Am I on fuking drugs? Don’t you dare fuking hurt him if you’re actually real. I'm gonna rip your guts out you tall bitch!” y/n shouted but lowered it down hoping Adam won't hear. y/n was scared and confused if this was a dream or not.

“Oh no deary how threatening.. Did you like those candies and dandelions I gave you?” Lj asked hopefully 

“No I fucking hated it! What is it that you want from us bitch” They said glaring at him if only looks can kill. He looked a bit hurt but proceeded 

“Now now I just wanted to make a deal and no you’re not on drugs. I’ve been watching you for a while and I've taken a great liking to you... I like how you take care of your brother and never abandon him. Let me stay here. I wont hurt him or you.” He smiled menacingly 

“What makes you fuking think I’ll believe you? Hell I could actually be dreaming or be dealing with a fuking devil” They said confidently. Poor y/n they really thought it's a dream. The fact that they think that this is all fake is giving them confidence. 

“If this was a dream you would let me rip your brother to shreds then hm?” Lj said in a bit of wonder, smiling very wildly, his sharp, big, and yellow teeth showing. 

“NO! Dont just..fuking hell. What if I deny?” They asked very unsettled. This might be a dream but they will still never let their brother get hurt or killed in any way.

“I’ll rip both of you to shre-” 

“Fine fine you can stay but if you harm a single strand of his hair or hurt him in any fucking way I’ll find a way to get rid of you” They stubled back a bit finally feeling the sensation in their body.

“Hmm will see about that” He grinned

“y/n! Lj! Let’s watch Clueless! I really want to see this one” He cheered coming back to the room, seeming not to notice what they were talking about. 

y/n who was still processing what's going on just nodded as they took the CD from Adam’s hand and loaded it in the CD player. y/n wanted to ask questions but was too afraid. They really hoped it was just a dream or get the balls to ask Lj who the fuck he is and what is he. Lj sat beside y/n making them flinch.

“Don’t be scared now i don't bite” He smirked

“Ye..yeh right” They said nervously and looked away from him

#laughing jack #laughing jack x male reader #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x fem reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x y/n #laughing jack x y/n #creepypasta scenario #lj #lj x reader #creepypasta

[strawberry-jammers]

child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno. 

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room. 

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.” 

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed. 

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action. 

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly. 

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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!" 

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more. 

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time. 

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?" 

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try." 

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid. 

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?” 

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid. 

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food. 

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy. 

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house. 

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

#tommyinnit x child reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #technoblade #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #x reader #child reader

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (March 1/2021) - Breaking Point

Sam has been unable to find a cause for the security breach, leaving Tommy trapped. A heated argument in the cell escalates to a horrifying end.

As the rest of server mourns, the Eggpire celebrates. With their biggest obstacle in the way of their objective gone, it’s time for the next step.

It’s the start of the Final Stage.

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VOD LINKS:

HBomb94

Ponk

Tommy

Tubbo

Ranboo

Jack Manifold

Connor

Badboyhalo

Captain Puffy

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- HBomb hosts Foolish and Jack Manifold’s episode of L’Cast!

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The Prison Stream

(This portion of the recap will be more detailed than normal since it’s one long conversation and there are many important lines here, including a couple that were hard to hear during the stream)

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- Tommy’s stream starts with him making sounds and singing “Roadtrip.” Dream tells him to stop, he’s trying to write a book.

Tommy: “What are you writing, Dream? What are you writing?”

Dream: “None of your business.”

- There’s a little gray and white cat sat on the chest. Tommy says it’s annoying.

Dream: “No he’s not...he’s actually the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Tommy: (Trying to lead the cat away) “Come with me, come with me...you know what I named him, don’t you? Pussboy, Pussboy!”

- The cat returns to its spot on the chest

Tommy: “Oh, Pussboy, you are so ugly.”

Dream: “C’mon, you’re being mean!”

(Tommy punches the cat)

Dream: “Tommy! Stop!”

- Tommy starts singing “Roadtrip” in autotune. Dream tells Tommy that if he can be quiet, he’ll give Tommy more potatoes.

Dream: “I think that...the cat is the best thing that’s happened to us.”

- Sam joins the call to say hello and ask how it’s been going. He’s come to drop more food into the cell. Tommy also picks up a new clock.

- Tommy asks to be let out, but Sam says he still hasn’t found out what the security issue is. Dream asks how long Tommy will be in here for. Potentially for a while, but not forever.

- Tommy protests about how bad the prison has been. He threatens to get lawyers on Sam, he knows Big Law.

Tommy: "Sam...you know I don’t deal very well in...close quarters situations for a long time, Sam. Sam, you remember when you visited me in exile, Sam? Alright, this is worse than that, Sam...let me out. I don’t like this. Let. Me. Out. Sam.”

- Sam insists he’s doing the best he can and leaves.

- Dream tries to say that it’s not that bad. He’s been in there for a long time, but now it’s better! Tommy writes a book to Dream, signs it and throws it to him.

Dream: “I have company. I have a cat -- I mean, technically it’s not my cat, technically it’s your cat, but still! It’s just as good, keeps me company when I write and everything, we talk sometimes -- ‘cause you’re annoying a lot of the time--”

- Dream throws away the clock in the lava, saying they don’t need it. Tommy punches the cat again.

Dream: “Tommy, hear me out, hear me out...what if...we get out together, okay?”

- Tommy is not a fan of the idea, Dream shouldn’t be let out too. He goes over to the cat and shouts at it for being in his spot. He punches Pussboy twice.

Dream: “Tommy...TOMMY, STOP!”

Tommy: “Excuse me! Come this way, come this way, excuse me Dream I’m trying to right-click Pussboy--”

(Dream moves to get in front of the cat)

Dream: “Tommy.”

Tommy: “Come here, come here! Do you like this cat, Dream?”

Dream: “Yes, I do.”

Tommy: “Why?”

Dream: “Because he -- Tommy, he keeps me company --”

(Tommy punches Pussboy again and leads him towards the lava)

Tommy: “Pussboy, this way. Pussboy, this way. Let me show you the light--”

Dream: “He’s probably low, he’s probably low!”

Tommy: “Oh what, you love him? Do you love him? Do you love him?”

Dream: “Yes, I do...Tommy, he’s made things better in here -- okay listen! When you leave, can you sit him down and leave him here?”

(Tommy goes over and punches Pussboy again. He tries to lead Pussboy away again, but when the cat doesn’t come he punches Pussboy twice more, killing him)

Tommy: “Yeah. And that’s what happens when you love something, bitch.”

...

Tommy: “See, now when I leave, when I leave, you’ll have nothing! ‘Cause you are lonely, and you’re m-m-manipulative, you’re a fuckin’ twat, and I mean that.”

Dream: “Tommy...I’m gonna get out! And you just motivated me -- you motivated me all the time, you just -- that was hope, right? The cat was hope -- the cat was hope that I could live a nice life in here--”

Tommy: “And now it’s dead, now it’s dead.”

- Dream insists that he’ll get out, and when he does, he’ll get his revenge on everyone who wronged him. Tommy asks if he’d kill Tubbo. 

- The subject goes back to Dream’s plan of escape.

Dream: “I have a plan. And the thing is, Awesamdude’s never gonna believe you that I have a plan because he thinks it’s unbreakable, unescapable--”

“I have a plan. And you know, there’s a certain someone who owes me a favor, but -- that might be a part of it, but...I do have a plan.”

- They argue about the conditions of the prison again. 

Dream: “I’ve been in here a for hundred times longer than you, and you sit there trying to tell me that it’s so horrible, that it’s so bad -- yeah, it was! But guess what, we have each other to talk to, and we had a cat until you fucking killed it!”

Tommy: “Dream...Dream, and listen to this -- fucking engrave this on you, write this into your arms, Dream...You don’t have me. You’ll never have me. We don’t have each other, alright? I am me, and you are this fuckin’ loser who goes around manipulating people, lying to get what he wants. You are a fuckin’ no one, man, alright? And when I’m going to leave here, you’re not! You might have a favor -- you think, who is it, Technoblade’s gonna be able to come in here to let you out -- Technoblade, he doesn’t like governments, but he likes self gain! You think he wants to piss off the owner of the most POWERFUL building on the entire server, just so that he can get a video that BARELY scrapes the five million view mark -- NO, Dream, alright? You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you’re deluded, you’re delusional, and I fuckin’ hate you.”

Dream: “Okay...yeah, but I have something Techno would want, so...it means knowledge, alright?”

- Dream says that even when he’s in here, he’s more powerful than Tommy outside. Tommy replies that if he wanted to, he could kill Dream right now. The only reason he doesn’t is because they need the revive book.

- Dream says that he will never use the revive book to help Tommy or his friends. Ever.

Dream: “So kill me. Go ahead, come on.”

- When if Tubbo dies, Dream says, they’ll come begging for Tubbo to be revived, and Dream will ask to be let out.

- Tommy then says that this isn’t worse than exile, because in exile, Tommy thought Dream had all the power, and Tommy knows something...he thinks the revive book isn’t real. Jschlatt was just a drunk, why would he have this book?

Dream: “Jschlatt gave me the book -- why else would I switch to Jschlatt’s side?!”

...

“I’m not lying! Jschlatt gave me a revive book after...before he died....because...he said--” (he cuts off here)

- Dream asks why he would be lying about that.

Tommy: “You’re a liar! You’re a liar, and really, through your Netherite armor and skin, I look at you and you know what I see? I see a sad little man who’s insecure about the fact that this server has gotten so far ahead of him that his only little glimpse of power in this world is gone. And I see an insecure, sad little man. So fuck off. You stupid green lad.”

Dream: “Your life...is literally in my hands. Does that piss you off? Does that make you mad? Does that make you so mad that I -- if you kill me -- I MIGHT AS WELL BE A GOD, TOMMY! YOU CAN’T KILL ME, AND I CAN KILL YOU! So what does it mean, that you can’t kill me because of the revive book -- what does that mean? If you can’t kill me, does that make me some kind of god?”

Tommy: “No Dream. I could kill you right now. If I wanted to.”

Dream: “Okay. But you won’t. But you won’t! I could kill you if I wanted to! I could kill you right now, actually.”

...

Tommy: “I don’t think this revive book is real. Schlatt? He’s fuckin’ dead. I’ve seen his grave! His grave is real, his corpse is there!”

Dream: “Okay...Why don’t you go see him then?”

Tommy: “NO -- stop it stop it stop it st--”

--- ---

CANON DEATH: TOMMY

Cause: Punched to death

--- ---

End of stream.

---

- Tubbo, Ranboo and Jack see Tommy’s death message in game chat.

- They go to the prison and Sam is there to tell them what happened. Sam couldn’t get there in time. He didn’t think Dream would actually kill him. They’re all in shock. 

- Tubbo and Ranboo think Tommy will be back. There’s no way he’s actually dead, right? 

- Jack Manifold is in celebration. He got what he wanted! He thought Dream would want Tommy alive, and killing Tommy himself would be an extra jab in the chest for Dream, but apparently not? And now he has a hotel!

- He decides to check on Tubbo and makes sure he’s okay. 

- Jack walks down to the shore and looks up at the prison, and...it hits him. He’s spent months plotting to kill Tommy. Jack realizes his victory feels hollow. Even now, Tommy and Dream have managed to take away this from him. 

- Of Ze Haus, he says that this place no longer means anything to him. He gets a flint and steel and sets it alight, watching it burn.

- He passes by Tommy’s house and finds Ranboo planting red and white flowers outside.

- Jack switches into his L’manburg uniform and walks along the Prime Path.

Jack: “I remember the day I joined the server. The day after the first war. L’manburg was still a big hole, and we built it up. And Tommy invited me to join. And I betrayed him (laughs), so really this has all come full circle.”

“Maybe I was always really just upset because I always felt like he cared more about the discs than...anyone. And I guess I just enjoyed it when we were friends...and...I’ve not really had any friends...since...then, really. Never really wanted any.”

- Jack later speaks with Foolish and tells him that Tommy’s never coming back from prison. Foolish didn’t know him too well, but he’s still a bit sad. When anyone passes, it’s sad.

- Jack heads back out into the wilderness, wandering to the beach area at the edge of the forest where Quackity had his argument with Badboyhalo a while back. There’s something just beyond the hill.

- Quackity meets him there and escorts him back home, telling him he was heading too close to something, could have gotten “a nice view of it.”

- He’s been thinking of writing up a draft of their contract. He also sees the new McPuffy’s.

- Jack tells Quackity that Tommy’s not in the prison anymore. Quackity says they need to talk to him and make sure Jack keeps his hotel. As the rain pours, Jack tells him. Tommy didn’t make it.

- Quackity and Jack have a moment in front of Tommy’s house. Though upset, Quackity says it’s time to get back to work.

Quackity: “Jack...don’t let this affect business. The train doesn’t stop.”

Jack: “No, it only goes faster.”

- Jack also speaks with Antfrost. Antfrost gives his condolences, and says he’ll put together a celebration “of life.”

Ant: “Bad and Sam will be happy...to attend, of course!”

- Afterwards, Jack heads down into Karls nightclub and ends stream there.

- Connor speaks with Sam Nook at the hotel.

- Bad meets Ant at the Holy Land. Ant asks if the church would be a good place for a celebration. Ant sits Bad down to tell him. Bad is overjoyed. 

- Bad says that now, they don’t even have to do any preparations: 

They can move into the Final Stage.

- They get milk for the cake and decide to throw the party at Tommy’s house!

- They meet with Sam at the prison entrance. He sounds dejected.

Sam: “I didn’t think Dream would ever actually...try and kill him”

Bad: (laughs) “Is this the same Dream we’re talking about? It’s Dream, Sam.”

Sam: “I mean...Dream had...I thought I had...broken the will out of him, to do something like that. But he...he did.”

- He says they need to find out what it was -- he wandered around the prison several times and couldn’t find any sign that someone had done something.

- Ant and Bad try to reassure Sam that Tommy signed the waivers, he went to see Dream, and Sam shouldn’t blame himself. Sam doesn’t see it that way.

- They say they’ll talk to Sam later and leave the prison. They see Sam Nook at the hotel. Sam is excited about the new upgrades for the hotel! Tommy will be so excited to see them!

- They return to Tommy’s house and speak with Punz as they make a party floor and sing the Crab Rave song in dudududus.

- Meanwhile, Captain Puffy is grieving, feeling like she failed Tommy. As she logs on, Bad and Ant decide that Puffy might want to join them for the party! 

- Punz meets them there, and they tell him that Tommy’s dead. Punz isn’t sure how he feels, it’s bittersweet.

- Puffy arrives and angrily tells them to leave. What’s wrong with them?!

- The Eggpire sees Sam Nook at the hotel and goes up the floors to find a place to party. Puffy comes up and tells them to find another place to party. They argue again.

- Foolish arrives to visit his room in the hotel. Puffy leaves them. They quarrel about who has the room for the night.

- Puffy mines down the Eggpire’s meeting room. She’s noticed that being a hero hasn’t worked. Sparing people, being merciful, it hasn’t worked. She might need a change of perspective. 

- The Eggpire decides to visit the Egg and break the news to it. They see the wreckage, but Puffy is in the Nether by the time they get there.

- Puffy visits Logsted.

- The Eggpire goes down to the Egg Room and finds the pathway blocked up with obsidian...is this why the Vines have been slower to grow lately?

- They break the barrier and find the Egg drenched in water. They wake up the Egg and it speaks.

“This world is mine. It belongs to me.”

“No no no, I know, but we’ve got something to tell you!”

“I see all...I...am...all...”

“Oh so you--”

“I know all.”

“You know then! Guess -- well, we’ll tell you anyway in case you don’t know -- but guess what? Tommy’s dead! Dream -- the green guy, you met him -- killed him in the prison! I guess Tommy got stuck there, and Dream killed him! Are you happy?"

“Feed me...I require nourishment.”

“No no no, don’t worry -- that’s coming soon! We’ll take care of that! We’re already gonna begin the preparations, right guys? Yeah, we’re gonna begin the preparations, and we’ll send out the invitations, we’ll let everyone know...and the final stage can commence! This is wonderful!”

- Once on the surface, Bad announces that with a little more preparation, they’ll all get exactly what they want. The final stage is about to commence. 

The day of celebrations, the day they’ve been preparing for, the day the Egg has been preparing for, is about to happen...

- Bad goes down to the Egg Room one last time and stands at the Egg to give a final speech.

“Everything leading up to this point, EVERYTHING, all the way going back to the discovery of this...beautiful, luxurious Egg, okay...we had it all planned. As soon as we found it, we knew what was gonna happen. We knew the objective...”

“We may have forgotten what it was, forgotten the ultimate goal as soon as we boxed the Egg up in obsidian. But guess what -- that didn’t stop the Egg! Boxing it up only made it STRONGER, and LARGER, and more powerful! And the Egg’s been storing up that energy, okay? You may have been thinking the Vines have not been spreading...but that’s because we haven’t WANTED them to spread. We have been working, storing energy, storing power...in preparation for the final plan. The final objective. And there were only a couple people getting in the way. But guess what? One of the biggest obstacles -- Tommy -- is no longer in the way...now that he’s not in the way, we can commence with the final stage...the final party...before it all comes to a conclusion...”

“Brace yourselves...everybody on this server, prepare. Anyone who is anti-Egg...you guys better get ready, because we know who you are. And at the end of the day, the Egg is gonna be victorious. And there’s nothing ANYBODY can do to stop it.”

“Good luck.”

#dream smp #long posts #dream smp recaps #prison arc #i apologize for not including a lot of puffy's stream :( #it's really late and this post's a mile long as is #if you see any typos no you don't /lh

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Head Over Feet (1/14)

After Kurt and Blaine broke up the second time, they went their separate ways, living their separate lives in New York City. Fifteen years later, a retirement party brings them back together into each other's orbit, with surprising, for both of them, consequences. Are they able to fit each other into their already complicated and messy lives? And are these newfound feelings real? Or just echoes of a past relationship?

Canon Divergent after Season 5.

Ao3 Link

A/N: Yes, I know I have a bunch of other WIPs - and I am still working on all of them! But I’ve been so excited about this one, I just want to get it out there... 

Thanks to @snarkyhag for the beta. :) 

***

Chapter 1: Loser Like Me (Part One) 

Fall 2028

Blaine is dreaming.  It’s all fuzzy, but there are hands… familiar hands that are on him clasping his own, cupping his face, trailing down, down, down to where it feels good.  He begins to feel the warmth spread throughout his body.  He feels good, so good… Lips are against his, rough and hungry, he is enveloped in want, in need… He lets out a groan, letting the pleasure overtake him.  He reaches out, desperate for more, but as he does so, that good feeling starts to float away.  He makes a grasp for it, but it’s no longer there, and he is left cold and wanting more.  

And then his alarm goes off.  

Blaine wakes up hard as a rock.  He can’t remember the last time he had a dream about sex.  Maybe when he had been a teenager? Or possibly college?  But he doesn’t remember any of those dreams ending him with his dick actually aching to fuck something.  

He stares at the ceiling for a good long moment, thinking the urgency will eventually wear off. ��He turns his head, slightly, to see the outline of his husband on the other side of the bed.  He doesn’t bother to wake Sean -- not that morning sex had ever been a part of their marriage.  They’re on opposite schedules; the show Sean is doing the costumes for is in the middle of its workshop, and if it gets picked up by a good producer, it could mean big things.  And Sean is cranky in the morning, anyway.  

Blaine can just as easily take care of himself.

He gets up, slowly.  The erection still hasn’t died down, and Blaine begins to wonder if this is even normal for someone his age.  Maybe he should call a doctor.  He laughs to himself.  Or maybe he should jack off and not worry about it.  

He moves off the bed, having to go around it to get to the bathroom.  In the process, he has to step over a huge pile of Sean’s clothes.  Blaine takes a moment to pick them up, and throw them into the laundry basket.  Two seconds, it takes.  Is that really so hard?  

The clothes also smell like booze and cigarettes, which means Sean has been staying out late with the company again.  It’s fine, they used to both go all the time to the afterparties and the clubs, but some time after Blaine hit thirty, he didn’t find them as enticing any more.  Something about feeling almost twice as old as everyone around him killed the spirit.

Blaine gets into the bathroom, turning on the light, and easily stripping out of the boxers that he wears to bed.  His dick is still throbbing to be touched, so he gives himself a few hardy strokes before turning on the water for a shower.  It’s weird, he thinks, as he gets in.  Sex used to be the a staple of his marriage but, as the years passed, he and Sean manage once a week if they’re lucky.  He hasn’t really missed it, or maybe he hasn’t noticed he missed it.  Because getting off with just his hand doesn’t normally feel so good.  

He indulges a little, thinking about that dream, and those hands on him.  Letting someone else take over, take control, take him apart.  He thinks, at first, of Sean, pulling from the catalogue of their sex life.  Sean being the one to hold him, and stroke him, and suck him down.  But as much as he tries to concentrate on his husband, the scene keeps pulling away, and there’s someone else there -- a faceless man with deft hands who knows exactly how Blaine likes to be touched.  

He speeds up his hand, and yet somehow it doesn’t feel like enough.  He braces himself against the tile of the bathroom wall, fucking furiously into his hand until his hips take on a life of their own.   Eventually he comes, jolting hard into his hand.  The orgasm tears through him, and he lets out a near scream that he hopes doesn’t wake Sean.  

It takes a moment to come down, and he leans against the tiles, enjoying the blissed out feeling as the hot water sprays over him.  He’s not sure what had brought all that on but he does feel more relaxed.  He’s been too pent up lately.  Maybe he does need to start seeing his therapist again…

***

On Wednesdays, Blaine only teaches one class and he is back home by noon in time, usually, to make himself lunch before heading out to do afternoon errands (or stay in and grade papers).  Before the workshop started, he and Sean would usually make Wednesday nights their together time.  But those have faded away over the past year or so.  Blaine has gotten used to spending the evenings alone, to the point that when Blaine arrives back at the apartment that afternoon, he’s startled to see Sean there making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  

Sean stands against the counter, chewing the sandwich slowly as he watches Blaine put his bag and coat on one of the kitchen table chairs.   “You okay?” Sean asks, taking another bite.  A bit of crust lands in his red beard, and he brushes it off and onto the floor.  Blaine shakes his head, now he understands why the floor is always so filthy.  “You’re looking at me as if I’m a stranger in the house.”

“No, it’s fine,” Blaine says.  Maybe it’s not.  It feels, weirdly, like an intrusion on his private time, but the thought is laughable.  His husband is home -- he should be happy.  Blaine begins to rifle through the fridge, pulling out a container of tuna fish to have for lunch.  They could eat together, at the table, like civilized people.  “What happened with the workshop?”

“Remember me telling you about Ashleigh and Karyn and their obsessive ambition to be the first to win a Tony? Or whatever the fuck they’re actually looking for.”

“Yes.” No? Maybe? He can’t keep all of the cast members of Sean’s show straight.  But Blaine doesn’t really feel like listening to a who’s who tangent.  He finishes making the sandwich as Sean explains further.  

“Well, I don’t know how it started, but I know how it ended -- with the both of them in the hospital,” Sean says.  “So with both the lead and the understudy out, the workshop is on hold for a little while.”

“Wait, who was the lead again?” Blaine asks.  Sandwich made, he grabs some chips from the pantry and a bottle of water and heads to the kitchen table.  Sean follows him, leaving his now empty plate on the counter, before taking his usual seat across from Blaine.  

“Karyn,” Sean says, stealing some chips from Blaine’s bag.  “The blonde.”

“Right.”

“So, I guess you have me home for a while.”

Blaine plasters an immediate smile to his face.  He’s not entirely sure how to feel, though.  “Are you still getting paid?”

“Yeah,” Sean grabs more chips.  “Marv’s gotta girl lined up in case it takes longer.  Shouldn’t be more than a week.”  

“Ah.”  

Sean taps his fingers on the table.  Blaine sips from his water bottle.  There’s a siren outside somewhere, and the upstairs neighbor’s dog sprints back and forth, causing the ceiling to creek.  

“I paid the water bill,” Sean says after a long moment.  

“Great,” Blaine says.  “I still say we should get reimbursed for the neighbors tapping into our pipes.”  

“I’ll talk to Greg about it.”

“Great.”

Blaine eats his sandwich in a strange sort of silence as Sean watches him.  He feels like they should talk about something.  What do they usually talk about these days? Work? The apartment? The new musical mini-series Netflix put out?  Sean doesn’t ask how Blaine’s class went.  Blaine doesn’t offer to talk about it.  Nothing really feels like a good conversation.  

Which is why Blaine decides to mention it… “So, I had the weirdest dream last night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it was some kind of sex dream,” Blaine says, licking the tuna from his fingers.  “I woke up hard as fuck.”

Sean gives a smirk.  “I can’t tell if this is your way of telling me you want to fool around tonight, or if you’re concerned and want to see a doctor.”  

Blaine laughs into his water.  “I decided I’m too young still to have dick problems, and jacked off in the shower.”  

Sean’s eyes go wide with amusement.  “Shame I missed that show.  If you’re still feeling it, we can mess around after lunch if you want.”

Blaine gives an unenthused shrug.  “I’ve got some errands to run.  Then I’m having dinner with Santana tonight, but if you want to catch the late show, it can be arranged.”  

“We’ll see,” Sean says.  “I told some of the guys I’d meet them out for drinks tonight.  There’s a new bar opening over in SoHo.”

A flash of irritation runs through Blaine.  It’s not the turning down of sex that bothers him.  He really doesn’t want to spend his evening at a bar in SoHo.  He really doesn’t want to spend the evening with Sean’s questionable friends ‘Way-Too-Flirty’ Don and ‘Drinks-Too-Much’ Steve.  He doesn’t even really want to go out, especially when he has to teach an early morning class.  But he’s not there to tell Sean what to do.  

He finishes off the sandwich without a word.  It’s not like Sean feels differently about Santana.  

“You know, speaking of Santana, that reminds me,” Sean says, getting up from his seat.  He goes over to the counter and brings back a red envelope.  “This came for you today -- from McKinley High.”  

Blaine takes it with interest.  He gets mailers from Dalton Academy all the time -- even if he didn’t graduate from there, he had still technically been an alumni.  But something from McKinley?  That just seems weird.  It isn’t the right time for there to be a reunion.  He has no idea what it could possibly be.  

He opens it up to find a black and gold invitation. “Oh,” he says a little fondly as he reads it.  “My old glee club teacher is retiring.  He’s inviting everyone back for homecoming weekend to celebrate.  Cute.”  

Sean grabs at the paper after Blaine lets it drop back to the table.  “Do you want me to come with you?” he offers quietly.  

“Would you want to go?” It’s not often that Sean comes with him on the rare occasions he heads back to Ohio.  

Sean hesitates before he speaks, and snacks on another couple of chips before replying.  “I probably should stay to make sure Marv has a handle on this whole Ashleigh-Karyn thing.  That is, unless you’d like me to go.”  

Blaine stares hard at the paper.  It’s not like he couldn’t go.  He doesn’t have to teach on Fridays, and the school is having a holiday weekend that same weekend.  In theory, he could and it wouldn’t be a problem.  “I don’t even know if I should.”

“Maybe go to see your parents, Blaine,” Sean says.  “It’s got to be at least a few years since you’ve seen them.”

“I saw them last year at…” Blaine considers.  Has time really flown by so quickly? “Huh, I guess it has been at least two since that Christmas we spent in Ohio.” He sits back in his chair to think about it.  

“Hey, Blaine…” There’s suddenly a heaviness in the air.  There’s something behind Sean’s eyes that hadn’t been there earlier.  Something that Blaine catches glimpses of every once in a while.  Something that they’ve been avoiding and, for a moment, Blaine fears that Sean is actually going to bring it up.  The room gets darker, just a cloud passing by the sun, but everything is still -- too still, and Blaine’s heart begins to race.  The moment passes, though, and whatever Sean had been about to say changes.  “I guess talk to Santana about it, and see what she says.”

Blaine stares down at the paper again.  Suddenly, a weekend away from the apartment, away from the city, away from Sean doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.  “Yeah, I’ll do that.”  

***

The fall wind is sharp in its crispness, but it’s still a nice enough evening to go for a run in Central Park.  Three days a week, he and Santana Lopez go out for a jog then grab dinner at a nearby taco truck so they can sit and gossip.  Santana, who’s office isn’t far from where they meet, is already waiting for Blaine when he arrives.  She is stretching her legs, bent over in a V, wearing her usual black spandex pants with a bright, blue bomber jacket that billows slightly.  Her designer sunglasses rest on the top of her head.

Because he has been thinking about high school all day, he can’t help but think that she hasn’t changed much.  Her face has hardened a little with age, but Blaine knows her beauty care routine is much more extensive than his, and he knows how much she spends on wigs and dye jobs.  Today, though, her long, black hair is pulled back tightly in a high pony, amusingly reminiscent of how she wore it in high school.  

“Okay, so I have some hot goss for you today,” she says, immediately after they exchange pleasantries.  She waits for him to do his own stretching, but continues to launch into her news.  “So, you remember how I’ve been endlessly talking about the cute redhead on the floor below?”

“The one who works as a secretary for the greasy lawyer?” Blaine pulls his leg back.  The stretching feels nice, he is glad he is able to get out of the stuffy apartment in some capacity tonight, even if he can tell Santana is a bit more ramped up than usual.  

Santana nods.  “So for weeks now, it’s been flirty glances, and unbuttoning buttons to show off some pretty pricey brassieres, but you know, nothing direct.  Well, today she comes up to my floor, claiming the bathroom is not working in their offices -- and I checked, she was totally lying -- and she’s wearing this tight, and I mean tight, nearly see-through button-down.  With no bra.  She had on no bra.  I could see her fucking nipples, Blaine.”

“The nerve,” Blaine teases.  They begin to walk down their usual path.  They have a good quarter of a mile before they usually start jogging, though they might go the first half of their two miles at a walking pace just so Santana could release her pent up energy verbally.  

“Who doesn’t wear a bra in a professional setting?” Santana continues.  Blaine arches an eyebrow at her.  “Okay, so I have totally done it, but I promise you it was warranted.  Anyway, I think she’s trying to kill me.  I took all of my restraint not to pull her directly into the janitor’s closet and make out with her.  And play with her tits.  I can’t unsee her fucking hot tits, Blaine.” Santana grumbles, putting a fist to her head, as if it’ll magically erase the image.

“You know, you could ask for her number,” Blaine suggests, for maybe the third time since Santana has started talking about the woman.  “Or, you know, find out her name.”  

Santana looks at him sharply.  He knows, she just wants a minute to bitch and revel in her janitor closet fantasies, but it’s not in him not to offer suggestions.  “Her name is Liz.  I at least found that out today.”

“Well, that’s a start,” Blaine offers.  

“Alright, what’s up with you?” she asks abruptly.  “Usually, you’re talking my head off about school, and I’m always having to catch up to you.  You’re trailing me by nearly a foot.  Something’s going on.”

Santana’s senses are rarely off, he shouldn’t be as surprised as he is by it.  He tries to quicken his pace but she is right, he is been in his head all day.  “I’m thinking of going back to therapy.”  He says it simply, laying it out as if it’s another fact, and not something that’s been weighing on his mind.  

She gives him a concerned look.  “Is this a ‘just you’ thing? Or a ‘you and Sean’ thing?”

“A ‘just me’ thing,” he admits.  They are nearly at the lamp post where they usually start to jog, but he’s not feeling as up to it as he had been when he arrived at the park.  “Sean’s staying home for a few days, and I’ve been restless lately…” he doesn’t quite say the things he’s thinking.  “And, I don’t know, I had a weird sex dream this morning.  I’ve been off all day.”

“Well, what does Sean think?”

“He offered to fuck, but I told him I had it taken care of.”

“What, no, not about the sex dream,” Santana stops in her tracks.  They have to wait a moment for an older woman walking a doberman to pass in-between them.  “What does your husband think about you going to therapy?”

“It didn’t come up.”  

“God, Blaine,” Santana says, exasperated.  “Well, if you really would rather spend your evening with me than reconnecting with your husband who is, as you well know, built like a fucking viking, then maybe therapy is what you need.”

It’s more complicated than that.  She knows some of it, but maybe not all of it, and it’s more than Blaine would really like to get into on their fairly public walk through Central Park.  But Santana has also grown to be one of his closest friends and, if nothing else, he can confide in her.  

“I’m going to set up an appointment,” he tries to play it off as just another thing.  She knows better, and gives him one of her infamous staredowns.  “And if it’s something I think I need to continue to do, I’ll keep you informed,” he tries to assure her.  

“You better, Anderson.” Her voice is sharp.  “I may have a cold, dead heart, but I want you to be happy.  And you know I’m always going to be blatantly honest with you, so I say this with all the love I can muster, but I don’t think you are.”  

“I know, I know…” He’s not not happy.  He loves his job.  He loves his little apartment.  He loves being in one of the greatest cities in all of the world.  He and Sean are…  “So, hey, did you get your invitation to Mr. Schue’s retirement party?”  He begins to walk again.  He knows he’s avoiding the conversation, so does Santana.  But she rolls with it.  

“He’s retiring?  Dear god, he’s barely over fifty.”

Blaine lets out a little laugh.  “Well, that’s what the invitation said.”  

“And, fuck, no, I haven’t gotten one,” Santana says.  “Though, it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve checked the mail.  Who sends invitations through the mail these days?  Just start a text chain like a normal person.”

“Would you go?” He asks.  He’s been back and forth on the idea all day.  Does he really want or need to see anyone from high school again?  Possibly?  Would it be nice to get away for a weekend? Most definitely.  Can he really afford to skip town for a little while? That is the big unanswered question.  

Santana bites her lip, thinking it over.  “I mean it really depends on who else got these magical invitations.  Oh, god, will Rachel Berry be there? Please tell me Rachel Berry will be there.  Because I have got to see how little Miss TV-Princess does in a place that does not revolve around her ego.”

Blaine has never had the issues with Rachel that Santana had, but he does remember college.  He does remember Funny Girl.  “Sorry, Santana, I don’t actually have an answer for you on that one.”

Santana throws her hands in the air.  “You keep in touch with everyone, right?  Well, isn’t she part of everyone?”

“I think she’s become a little out of my status level,” Blaine replies, with a smirk.  “Besides, I don’t keep in touch with everyone .”  Truth be told, Santana might be the only person he talks to from high school.  At least on a regular basis.  For all the promises made during the time of staying BFFs forever, real life managed to get in the way of the magical thinking.  

“Alright, let’s work it out, right now, cause this will be the determining factor,” she says.  She pulls at a leaf from one of the trees above her, causing the branch to bounce.  It nearly whacks him in the head, which causes her to giggle a little and shake her head.  “Let’s see… Rachel Berry, possibly.  Said ego might drive her back to the place where it all began.”  

“Sam Evans will probably be there,” Blaine says.  “He does still live in the area.” He and Sam don’t have a lot of contact, but occasionally they’ll do a long distance Fantasy Football thing or chat about a new video game they both own.  He hopes Sam will go - he could use more of that laid back charm in his life.  

“Artie clearly won’t be,” Santana continues.  “I know, because I’m the one who put him on the European press tour for his new film.”

“I doubt Tina will be there either,” Blaine adds.  “She just had her third baby, and she and Ron probably don’t want to make the trip from Boston to Lima with three young children.”  

He thinks of Tina’s Instagram, the only way he really communicates with her, and the constant updates for her hectic life.  She’s happy and looking good, and way too busy to drop everything and run back to Ohio.  Blaine makes a note to give her a call at some point to congratulate her formally on the new baby, even if he had already left a cute note on the Instagram pictures.  

Santana is too caught up in her thought process to say more about Tina.  “Finn won’t be there for obvious reasons.  What the fuck happened to Puck? I doubt he has an address to even send anything to.  Quinn’s too prideful to drag her divorced ass out of Connecticut.  You know she’s already taken a new lover ?  She’s in her mid-thirties, and still hitting up the sugardaddies.  I mean, have some goddamn respect for yourself.”

“Well, Mike’s in Chicago,” Blaine offers.  Mike had been part of the Chicago Ballet for a long time, and had since become a dance instructor.  Blaine had been at Mike’s wedding to his wife, Marie, a couple of years ago, and he’s another one whom Blaine wouldn’t mind seeing again.  Maybe he, Mike, and Sam could have a nice guys’ night out that weekend.  He’ll have to get in touch.

Santana nods.  They walk by a woman sitting on a bench with two screaming children.  Blaine feels bad for the woman, but he and Santana share a look -- both of them glad that they don’t have to deal with that kind of hot mess at home.  

“Then there’s Mercedes,” Santana says, looking up and out into the world.  “Goddess among women.  We do not have the privilege to be in her presence.”  Santana laughs at her own comments.  “Seriously, though, I love my girl, but I don’t judge her for continuing to live her best life.”

“What about Brittany?” Blaine asks, tentatively.  He has no idea if this is a sore subject for her or not because he doesn’t think Santana has brought her up once over the course of their friendship.  

Santana becomes stoney-faced, as if not to give herself too much away.  “No,” she says simply.  “Brittany’s living in some commune in LA where she does Fondue for Two and runs a cat babysitting service.”  

“That’s a thing?”

“In LA it is.”  A fond smile climbs on her lips.  “In any case, as much as I am always up for seeing my girl again, I highly doubt she’ll be back.  I mean, we were still hooking up for a while the few times I made it out to LA, but recently she’s found someone a little more… permanent.  And before you go on pitying me, let me assure you, I am more than fine.”  She’s quiet for a moment as she reflects.  For a person who is almost always open about her thoughts, she’s decidedly reclusive when it comes to matters of her heart.  Blaine knows better than to try to pry it out of her. “Anyway, if we’re going to be upfront about exes, I believe there’s only one person left, if we’re not counting random chicks with mafia dads or weird Irish exchange students.  And I’m sure we both know that there’s no way in hell Lady Hummel is coming back to Lima, Ohio.”

“Oh!” Blaine says, as if it’s a complete revelation.  Kurt hadn’t even entered his mind, and it is surreal to think that his brain didn’t go there first.  

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you actually forgot about Lady Hummel and his heartbreaking ways,” Santana scoffs.  “Pretty sure years of therapy couldn’t undo all the trauma that did.”

She isn’t wrong, and she would know, because she helped pick him up a year after everything had happened.  But that’s the funny thing -- it’s not that he doesn’t remember Kurt.  (God, he remembers all of Kurt.)  He doesn’t remember the person he used to be when he had been with Kurt.  There had been a time when he would have shifted the Sun and the Moon and the entire Earth for Kurt Hummel.  A time when his heart had pointed in only one direction.  And a time so dark that when Kurt had ended it, Blaine didn’t know how he would ever move on.  

And yet he did.  

The person he had been is now such a faded memory he can barely remember what those feelings were like.  Kurt Hummel is just another name from his past, a person who, yes, helped shape him into the person he is now.  But long gone are the emotions once attached to that name.  Funny how things can change.  Someone could mean so much to you at one point in time, and yet after time…

“I didn’t forget about Kurt, clearly,” Blaine says. He grabs her arm, and loops his own through it.  The jog isn’t happening today, and he’s fine with that.  Some days, it’s best just to have the company rather than the exercise.  “I just think you’re right, unless Burt is dying or something.  But doubtful that he’ll return for a silly retirement party.”

“You almost sound disappointed.”

Blaine shrugs, and gives a smile.  He doesn’t know how he feels about whether or not Kurt will be there.  He hasn’t thought about him so long.  But he does know that after all this talk of the past, maybe he is ready to go back and see if anyone else is feeling the same way.  “I think we should do it.  Go back.  I mean, why not?”

Santana shakes her head.  “Oh, this whole idea sounds like the worst, but if there’s a chance I get to make-out with Quinn Fabray again, then I’m in.”

For the first time in a while, Blaine feels a little lighter on his feet.

***

Not a few weeks later, Blaine is on a plane back to Ohio.  

He and Sean talked it over and, while Sean had been technically free to go, they agreed that maybe it would be better if Blaine went himself; the unspoken dialogue being that space isn’t the worst thing they could give each other.  Blaine had not been able to help but be fidgety with his wedding ring during the flight but, intent on giving himself a weekend off from real life, he drowned himself in his favorite podcasts, and had tried not to think about his life in New York.  

The party is on a Saturday afternoon, but he’s there on Friday so to spend time with his mom.  They end up having a nice lunch together, and she takes him shopping.  She’s as feisty as ever, somehow managing to remind Blaine of Santana, and he wonders if she’s always been like that or if that’s a new trait of being in your sixties.  They end up FaceTiming with Cooper and the kids, and Blaine indulges his little nieces by singing them Disney Princess songs.  The whole day weirdly feels like the family they usually are only around Christmas time, but he’s in good enough spirits that he doesn’t question it.  

Later that night, his dad comes home, and they have pizza before his parents go off for one of their social benefit parties they often frequent, reminding Blaine of the old days when his parents were never home on a Friday night.  He doesn’t mind so much because McKinley’s Homecoming Football game is that night.  

His original plan had been to meet up with Sam since Santana’s plane isn’t coming in until tomorrow.  But Sam declined, stating that Mercedes Jones is coming late that night and she needs a ride from the airport.  Sam didn’t ask Blaine to come with him.  Blaine calls up Mike, who is happy to hear from him, and says that he will be at the party but is only going to make the trip to Lima once on Saturday.  He doesn’t bother trying to get a hold of anyone else, and ends up going to the game alone.  

Coming back to McKinley feels like going back in time, and yet the kids running around make him feel entirely too old to be there.  He half expects Sue Sylvester to pop out and start yelling at the cheerleaders, or Mr. Figgins to make some sort of half-time speech, but the world of McKinley has moved on, even if the campus has remained remarkably the same.  The game is fun, but kind of boring, and he’s not surprised when the team loses by seventeen points.  Still, seeing the array of alumni all cheering around him, he feels a strange sort of connection to the place in a way that he really didn’t when he actually went to the school.  It’s a bit surreal.  

Afterwards, not ready to go home to an empty house, he drives around for a bit, until by chance, he drives by Scandals, Lima’s decrepit excuse for a gay bar.  Feeling somewhat amused, a little nostalgic, and a lot in need of a drink, he decides to grab a beer for old times’ sake.  He decides, on a whim, to put his wedding ring in his pocket.  He’s not actually planning anything, but it’s also not like Sean wears his anymore, anyway.  

Scandals is even more in a sad state of affairs then he remembers, even if ‘Funk-It-Up-Friday’ is trying to give the place some of that Mid-Western Charm.  He orders a bottled beer, and sips as he thinks fondly about the time he watched Dave Karofsky try to line dance.  God, that had been so long ago…

“I’m guessing this place rarely sees a man as gorgeous as you.  Mind if I buy you a drink?”

It takes a moment for Blaine to realize the pick-up line is directed at him, but he does instantly recognize the voice.  Much to his shock, when he turns around, he’s face to face with a much older, and yet still dazzlingly magnificent, Kurt Hummel.

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