#tommy was having fun but he was also trying to stay in character

[pippin-katz]

The Fingers & Ring Touching

I have not seen anyone losing their minds like me over this shot:

Oh yes, people have been going feral, but not in the way that I am.

This shot is used in the film and in the credits. It’s adorable, we all know that. But I haven’t seen anyone pointing out the fact that the shot in the credits actually starts before the shot in the movie.

In the movie, they’re already touching hands when it cuts to them and shows them look at each other, then back up at the king.

In the credits, that doesn’t happen until after like 5 seconds of them playing with their fingers and smiling to themselves! We see Alex move his hand onto the couch and Henry reach out to start fiddling with the ring on his finger, and they both try not to laugh. It’s a longer shot!!

That means they have more footage of the two of them sitting together than what we saw. They set up the shot and started rolling, and probably had them play out the entire scene from that angle so they would have it all as one big piece of footage they could cut up rather than a bunch of little clips they'd have to tie together. Most of the scene is from this angle, so that makes even more sense.

Which ALSO means that this was extremely likely to be unscripted!

For one, this is such a small notion that I doubt they would've written it in as anything other than "Henry and Alex touch hands", which means they probably would have improvised what that entailed.

But the thing that makes me think it was unscripted is how Taylor tucks his lips in as if he's holding back a smile/laugh. Nicholas is smiling bigger when his head is down too. Taylor kind of cautiously does it, like he's trying not to be obvious, probably because they're filming, but it also works for Alex and the scene. He lowers his hand to the side of his leg and then onto the couch with his pinky stretched toward Nick.

So if they're running through the whole scene, this happens while the royal advisor person, Tommy, comes in to tell the king about the crowd forming outside. That means they have nothing to say or do while they have that exchange. All they have to do is sit there, probably in character in case Matthew ended up wanting to insert a shot of them, and stay quiet.

If you recall, or haven't seen the pre-recorded interviews with Nicholas and Taylor separately, they obviously both gush about how much fun it is to film with the other, but Taylor in particular mentions that they "get into a lot of trouble". Matthew has also mentioned that the most difficult part of working with them was how excited and hyper they got around each other and had to get them to "shut up and do the scene".

This all to say that it would not surprise me AT ALL if this was just them, either bored and fidgety, or trying to make the other laugh, especially given the fact that the both look like they're actively trying not to for a couple seconds before they control their expressions.

The fact that they're smiling at all in this situation can be used to remind the audience just how happy they make each other; that even during this godawful conversation, where the king was just blatantly rude and condescending to Alex, and has been dismissing Henry's feelings, they can make each other smile with nothing more than a single touch. The clip used in the film starts after they both look the most amused, once Nick's smile has turned back into more of "Henry" smile than his real one.

I hate them. Why are they so cute?

I wonder how much footage they have of the two of them just goofing off between takes or doing shit like this that didn't make the cut. I wish we could get a DVD with tons of behind the scenes content; I'm still watching the film every day, so I'm doing my part to keep its numbers boosted lmfao

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb thoughts #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh #bet we could make some

[starry-eyes-love]

Chapter 2: Blood & Pain

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader (18+, Minors DNI)

Summary | Joel, Ellie and you are traveling in the wilderness together heading towards Jackson. During your travels both Joel and you get into a heated argument where you storm off into the wilderness alone. When darkness descends Joel goes searching for you, eventually he finds you and breaks down in front of you. You find yourself growing a lot as a person through the hard trials of Life through Blood and Pain, a few surprises pop up along the way (one of which Joel suspects), and ultimately you find compassion and comfort in the decisions that you starting to make with this big broody older man. The chapter ends with a few unresolved issues, as the story will continue in future chapters.

Warnings | Angst, language, names used (honey, baby), age gap, verbal teasing, pregnancy (implied), miscarriage (implied), yelling, arguments, reference to abuse (slight if you squint), reference to sex in the past, reference to mental and physical exhaustion. I think that’s it

Word Count: 5.1 K

Author’s Note:  This was a little harder to write as I’m trying to set up the characters into the line for how the story is going to go.  I know this didn’t have as much action in it, mostly frustration between the characters but I wanted to show you the problems that these two have.  Both of them love the other but just can’t seem to get passed the whole communication problem. Ellie, sweet tell-it-to-you-no-filter Ellie, will be helping these two more in the future getting their feelings out. Now that they found a cabin they are going to be staying for a while. More parts are coming out in the future as we take these 3 amazing characters through a story of learning to live together (and eventually they’ll find Tommy too).  Stay tuned for more :) 

It had been about three weeks since you and Joel had sex on the ground in a sleeping bag for the first time.  Since then, Joel has been a bit grumpy, moody, and constantly correcting you with things. He no longer treated you like you were less than human, or that you were a plague that walked this Earth. However, he was just a bit more moody than usual. He still didn’t want to talk about what had happened between the two of you, that much was for certain. You learned within the first week that you were never going to talk about what happened with him, or at least not right away because as he put it “we ain’t gonna fucking talk about it, so fucking leave it” was always his response no matter what you tried to say.  So you left it alone as you didn’t want to bring out the worst in him again.

Each day the three of you would trek closer to Jackson in an attempt to find Tommy, Joel's brother. Ellie had finally eased up a bit on Joel about catching the two of you in a sleeping bag humping, if only she knew what happened after that you thought, but you could never say it out loud. You noticed that the banter between Ellie and Joel was easier, more joking and fun, and you could see how much Joel cared for her as a daughter. You also noticed how much Ellie started to look at Joel like a father figure. 

One night when the three of you were collecting firewood, Joel was moving slow as his back was sore and he was tired. Ellie decided to really lay it on thick with the jokes and said with a smirk on her face "So pops, how does one your age still keep up and stay alive. I mean you’re old?” As he stood there glaring at her he eventually let out a huff and shook his head and said "look here little girl, one day you're gonna be my age and then you'll see."

"And how old is that Joel, huh?" Ellie teased while helping Joel with the firewood. When he didn't answer her right away you decided to chime in and say "he's 52" while setting your logs down next to Joels. Ellie looked at you shocked that you knew his age and Joel just scowled at you.  “52? Like that’s like ancient. Joel you’re older than dinosaurs, right?” Ellie quipped with a cocky smirk on her face. Joel just stared at Ellie and started grinding his teeth slowly, you knew his age was a sensitive subject for him, though you never really knew why. Feeling a bit frisky at wanting to be included in the conversation for once, you chimed in “Ellie you’re technically not wrong. Some dinosaurs lived to be over 50 and some were long dead before 50. So yes, he’s definitely in the dinosaur category.” 

As soon as you finished your statement you heard silence.  You looked over at Ellie and she had her mouth wide open just staring at you. She occasionally glanced over to Joel who was also just glaring at you from your statement. Finally after a moment, Ellie burst out laughing and eventually both you and Joel burst out laughing too.  Pretty soon all three of you were crying because you were laughing so hard. It was the first real laugh that you three had like this in a long time, and damn it felt good, especially when Joel was laughing with you. After a moment, Joel was the first person to speak wiping his eyes while saying “look here smartass, I’m not 52, I’m 53. My birthday was a few weeks ago.” You were going to ask Joel when, but Ellie beat you to it by saying “53, the dinosaur turned 53 and didn’t tell us, what the hell Joel?” 

“Didn’t want to make a fuss, it’s just another day and another year older” Joel said. Ellie then started arguing with Joel about not telling you guys about his birthday and the importance of birthdays when you heard him yell at her “my birthday ain’t something special kid, ok. It just means that I’m a year older in this god for saken world. But if ya wanna know, it was the night it was bitterly cold. So happy fucking birthday to me” and then he stormed off. 

You stood there frozen as your mind raced from remembering that night of his birthday, the night you and Joel ended up having sex for the first time. “I don’t hate you, never have…If ya still want to leave, I’ll let you… Fuck baby, you’re so god damn tight. God, I need this…I’m not stopping baby, I don’t fucking care who sees or hears us…we aren’t going to talk about it anymore, clear.” 

As your mind finished racing from that night you felt tears streaming down your cheeks silently. That night was Joel’s birthday, the night you wanted to leave because of Joel being an ass. You didn’t know why but you felt emotional about this fact. “God, I need this” statement he made that night kept playing over and over in your head. You thought he just needed sex that night, but what he needed was someone to show him that they wanted him on his birthday, show him that someone cared. “God you’re so stupid” you heard you tell yourself as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Yes you are” you heard Ellie say. As you looked up you saw her staring at you. She looked around for a moment before approaching you and saying “do you really think I didn’t know that you and Joel were having sex that night?” You tried to say “we weren’t” when she cut you off. 

“Don’t. I may be younger than you, but I’m not fucking stupid. I was hoping you two would finally give in to whatever the fuck has been going on between you two, but apparently Joel is more emotionally constipated than I thought.” Ellie said in a low voice shaking her head. You heard yourself give a little snort at her claiming that Joel was emotionally constipated because well, she was right. “It doesn’t matter Ellie” you heard yourself saying “he doesn’t, we don’t-” 

“Oh shut up,” Ellie said louder while rolling her eyes and pointing in the direction that Joel went. “You are just as emotionally constipated as he is. God, go talk to him and tell him.”

“Ellie” you said interrupting her. “He doesn’t want to talk about what happened he’s made it-”

“I know he doesn’t want to talk about it, but damn it, it was his birthday and he obviously needed you that night so fuck…I don’t know,  go and like say something to him or something” Ellie yelled at you frustrated. When you didn’t respond Ellie threw her hands up in the air and said out loud to herself storming away “apparently I got two emotionally constipated old idiots I have to travel with that act more like freaking children than me. Fuck.” 

As you stood there watching her walk away you heard a familiar voice behind you say “what’s her problem?” Without turning around and facing Joel you said “she’s mad at us and called us both emotionally constipated old idiots.” You heard him snort behind you while saying “why would she call us that?”  You turned around slowly and noticed that Joel was towering above you looking down and you both stood there within close proximity staring into each other’s eyes and you thought to yourself what in the hell is Joel Miller thinking.

As Joel stood there looking down at you he noticed that your eyes were bloodshot and your cheeks were rosey.  He knew the only time that happened was when you were crying, but he didn’t know why. He reached out and slowly rubbed soothing strokes down your cheek saying “why does she think we’re emotionally constipated idiots?”  He had a suspicion of why Ellie would say that, but he wanted you to say it first. He knew that Ellie had seen the two of you that night when you had sex. When you both were finished that night and he stood up to fix his belt back on his pants he happened to glance over to were Ellie was sleeping and saw that she was wide awake and staring at you two.  At first he was upset as he just realized that he had sex in front of a teenager, and the thought made him sick to his stomach as he knew better than that. Ellie had tried to approach him several times afterwards and each time he’d say ‘Ellie, it’s not your concern ok, mind your own damn business.’ She’d already called him emotionally constipated more than once regarding the topic, but he wanted to hear you say the reason just in case she hadn’t told you yet that she saw the two of you. 

After a few moments of staring up into Joel’s eyes you decided that he wasn’t going to move until you gave him an answer, and this was one answer you didn’t want to give him.  You tried to think of a convincing lie to say that didn’t involve admitting to him what Ellie said.  But you also knew that whatever it was that you were going to tell him he would go and talk to Ellie about it later, especially since he found you crying yet again. So you decided that the truth would be better in this situation. So you looked down, took a deep breath and said, “she saw us that night. The night we- um- the night of your birthday.”  When he didn’t respond right away you took another big breath and added “she saw us having sex Joel, and she told me we both were emotionally constipated, and that we both needed to talk about it.”

You honestly waited for the explosion, for the yelling or screaming to start from him, but it never came and you didn’t understand why.  Everytime you had even attempted to bring up this topic he’d always shut you down and yell at you stating that you two were never going to talk about it. So his silence bothered you as this wasn’t Joel. You dared to look up into his eyes at this point wondering if he was seething with anger or just shocked at what you had told him. When you glanced up in his eyes you didn’t see any anger or hatred or impending violent reaction, what you saw was compassion and softness.  Joel continued to stroke his finger over your cheek and said “I know. I know Ellie saw, I knew it when I was fixing my belt, I looked over and saw she was awake.”

Now it was your turn to freeze and become absolutely frigid, she saw and Joel knew. Why didn’t he say something you thought to yourself.  As if he could read your mind he said “I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t want to upset ya. Baby, I don’t want you thinking bad about what we did that night. I don’t want you regretting it.”  

Before you could stop yourself, you snapped at him and said “I don’t regret it, but obviously you do. You won’t even look at me, hold me, kiss me, or fuck- even talk to me about it. Hell, you’ve hardly spoken two words to me at all since that night. I don’t regret it, but obviously you do.”  When you looked up at him you felt him go rigid and then you saw the anger come back into his eyes as he looked at you not moving and not saying anything. You stood there thinking Ellie was right, he is emotionally constipated and I’m tired of it. So you did the one thing that you know not to do, you decided to poke the bear named Joel by further saying “I get it Joel, I was a pity fuck. I get it. You’ve made it perfectly clear to me that you regret everything and that you hate me."

When Joel didn't respond you turned to walk away. You knew he was seething with anger, you could tell it by the way he was grinding his teeth, a nervous tick he did when he was angry, upset, or in deep thought. When you shook your head and turned to walk away you didn't see him reach out to you. He grabbed you hard by the shoulders and spun you around and said in a stern voice "when the fuck you gonna get it through that thick head of yours that I don't fucking hate you, huh? And for the record, you ain't a pity fuck."

"Then when are we going to talk about it, huh?" you said with a little bite to your voice, as your anger was also slowly rising at his outburst at you.

"There's nothing to fucking talk about" he replied. 

Once again you stood there looking at the man you cared for glaring back at you with anger and you were exhausted and frustrated.  Joel never wanted to talk about feelings or emotions. He never wanted to acknowledge his love for Ellie as a father or what his feelings were for you, if he had any. You understood the whole dating role was not really present much in a world where survival was the focus. But you wanted to know what he viewed you as, if you meant something more to him than just a tag along person in the wilderness. You knew Joel wasn't going to define what your relationship was, but you wanted to know if kissing and sex would ever come about again. So with a sigh you asked him the question you've been avoiding. "Joel, are you ever gonna kiss me again or are we ever gonna have sex again?"

When he didn't answer you at first, you knew what his answer was, so you looked down and whispered "please Joel, I need you to say it out loud so I know."  You stood there in silence for a long time, trying to will your tears not to sting your eyes as you waited for an answer.  You honestly didn’t think he was going to give you one, but when he never left after a bit you decided to look up into his face.  When you looked up, you saw that he was looking down at you with a pained look on his face. “Please Joel, I-I just need to know what you think of me. If I was just- if you just wanted-” you couldn’t finish the sentence.  You couldn’t say I want to know if I was just a birthday fuck and nothing else.  You felt him stare at you as you attempted to say the words and when you couldn’t, you just looked down at your feet again and struggled with the tears that once again were about to fall.

After a moment, you heard Joel exhale and felt him tenderly grab your chin to tip your chin up to look at him once again. Then he very gently said "baby, nothing good ever comes from kissin' in this world. I'm-"

You didn't let Joel finish before you backed away and said "You're right. How silly of me to think a man actually cared about me. You’re no different than Dave, then man who said he loved me but attempted to kill me a few years before you. Silly me to think that I was ever good enough for anyone. I wasn't ever good enough at home before all of this shit happened in the world, wasn’t good enough for Dave, and now not good enough for you. Jesus, can I be any more stupid?” you said with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh, and for the record Joel, this is the clear definition of what a pity fuck is. So happy fucking birthday right? I'm sorry I wasn't the present you clearly fucking wanted." And at the end of that sentence you felt the sob escape your mouth as you turned around and walked away. You stormed past Ellie and kept walking in the woods, you were so upset that you never thought to grab your gun or your pack. You needed to clear your head and think, and you couldn't do it with them nearby. So when you heard Ellie yell back asking where you were going, you didn't answer, you just kept walking. With each step you took you felt your heart shattered for the man you loved. You had your chance again to tell him, maybe you should have but if he didn't feel anything for you, why would you voice your silly little feelings to him. 

Darkness had descended and somewhere in your storming off in anger you got turned around and lost. Usually it didn't matter in the winter as you could always follow your footprints back, but sometime in the last hour your footprints had disappeared because of the wind. You couldn't walk back in a straight line because you knew you had not followed one. So you kept wandering and eventually you sat down next to a tree and closed your eyes to let the cold sting your face and dry the tears that were streaming down your face from anger and sadness combined.

Several hours had passed and Joel was very anxious of why you hadn’t returned.  Ellie and him had gotten into a hell of an argument of what had happened.  Joel at first attempted to brush it off saying that it wasn’t something of concern, but when Ellie called out his bullshit and stated that she had heard the conversation all he could do was look down.  He did care for you but he didn’t know how to express it.  Apparently the way he was going about it was wrong and he knew it. God, why am I so stupid? he thought to himself.  

When darkness hit his slight worried state turned into complete panic.  Darkness was not something where people should be defenseless in the world anymore, especially when they didn’t have their pack or their gun with them.  He frantically packed up a bag of medical supplies, bullets, food, and his knife and gun.  He told Ellie to stay by the campfire and to shoot anything that came at her that wasn’t the two of you. 

As Joel stormed into the wilderness. He had no idea where you went, what you were thinking, or what you felt.  He was searching for you for what felt like an eternity, trying to see where you went. Right before he was going to give up thinking that he could search better in the daylight he stumbled across you sitting with your back against a tree. He approached you slowly and called out to you. When you didn’t respond he felt his gut clench as he hoped that you weren’t injured or dead because of his stupidity. Finally, when he got up to you he knelt down and reached out to touch your leg as he gently called you by your name.  When you slowly opened your eyes and looked at him he grabbed you and held you close. 

You were so numb from the cold, and from the physical and mental exhaustion that you were limp in his arms.  As he cradled you against his chest you heard him let out a small sob as he said “baby I’m sorry, ok? You’re wrong. You ain’t a pity fuck. God damnit-I care about ya, you hear me? I c-care. I just don’t know how to do this. Please- please come back to me honey. Please don’t leave.”

As you heard and felt him cry into your shoulder you slowly started to wrap your arms tighter around him. In all of the years you have known Joel, you’ve never seen him get emotional like this. He sounded and felt like a man that was breaking and you really didn’t understand the reasons why. You didn’t want to give him another chance, but what could you do. You still loved him even though he hurt you. But you knew that you weren’t going to get the relationship that you wanted. So as you hugged him back and said “It’s okay Joel, I’ll stay” you knew you couldn’t lower your guard completely down again, not without him shattering you. So as you hugged him you forced your internal walls up around you in your mind. This is the last time Joel’s going to shatter me, you thought.

2 Weeks Later

It had been 2 weeks after you and Joel had your horrible argument where you stormed off and he found you sitting against the tree.  After you had held each other that night, he helped you up and helped to walk you back to camp.  That night Joel never slept much as he kept watch of you.  Ellie and you shared a sleeping bag that night, against Joel’s better judgement. He wanted to keep you warm but when he offered you, you just looked at him and had said one single word and that was “no.”

Since then you guys were trekking across the country moving closer to Jackson where Tommy supposedly was. After walking in the wilderness for the longest time you guys had stumbled upon an abandoned cabin in the wilderness.  After much discussion, mostly Joel yelling at you or Ellie in anger, you guys had decided to stop and make it a home for a week, just to rest and recoup.  You were on your period that was several weeks late and were having horrible menstrual cramps, something that was not normal for you. You were unable to walk at the fast pace that you normally did, which resulted in Joel and you arguing yet again. During one of your heated arguments about wanting to stay at the cabin and not able to keep up, you felt a horrible stabbing pain in your lower stomach and you doubled over holding your stomach in front of him.  

He had immediately stopped yelling at you and went to your side saying “baby, are you alright? Are you hurt?” while looking you over head to toe trying to find out where you were injured. He never called you baby, except during that one time during sex. You decided not to bring that up to him as you were in so much pain. Instead you told him you were ok and that you just needed to go lay down for a bit in the cabin. That night Joel slept next to you, holding you close to him while slowly rubbing circles on your hip and lower back as you cried out from the pain in your lower belly, specifically the uterine area.  

From time to time during the night you’d hear him say “Shhh baby, it’s okay.  I got you honey, slow deep breaths for me” as you silently sobbed into his chest from the pain. This was not normal for you to have such horrible menstrual cramps and to be as late as you were on your period. You hope Joel didn’t notice that you were really late with your period. As you laid there that night, having on and off horrible painful cramps, he tried to get you to settle down to sleep. Unfortunately sleep wasn’t something you could do while being in so much pain so that night the both of you didn’t get much sleep.  When you had finally dozed off, you maybe got about 2 hours of sleep when all of a sudden you were woken up to a searing pain in your belly.  It felt like someone was ripping your uterus apart from the inside out.  As your eyes opened you felt and heard Joel breathing slow and even behind you, as he had finally fallen asleep about a half hour after you had.  You slowly slipped out of the bed, trying not to wake him, as the pain kept increasing and your stomach decided to start churning in response to the pain.  You knew that it was only a matter of time before you would be heaving all the contents of your stomach out so you worked extra careful to get out of bed fast to get outside before you lost your stomach contents all over the floor.  You had thought you were graceful in climbing out of bed, but because you were so sick and in so much pain you hadn’t realized that when you slipped out of bed you hit Joel, which startled him awake.

By the time you got to the cabin front door you were practically running. As soon as you hit the outside banister railing you heaved your contents inside your stomach out onto the lawn. As you were retching you felt two strong and rough hands gently grab your hair to hold your hair back, as you continued to vomit. You also felt his one hand drift to your back and he slowly started rubbing it for you until you finished dry heaving.  Finally when you were finished you stood up and whispered “thanks” to him as you wiped your mouth off. After only getting a few hours of sleep, you felt exhausted and Joel looked both wrecked and worried. 

“How late?” Joel asked while standing next to you. But when you didn't answer and had avoided his gaze, he knew. But he still wanted to hear you say it. So he said more sternly  "damn it, how late?"

"2 weeks, Joel ok." you yelled at him for raising his voice. "I'm two weeks late. Not that any of it fucking matters."

"It fucking matters" Joel snapped. You both were so physically exhausted that tempers were flaring once again. As you both stood there in silence you kept watching Joel look at you from your stomach that you were holding, to your face, and then back again. Finally after a moment you sighed and said "Joel, Look I'm- I'm bleeding really heavy ok. And it-it hurts and it doesn't matter if-if we or if- um if I'm…" and then you felt your lower lip quiver as the tears started to flow down your cheeks at the realization that yes you were in fact pregnant, and that you now were having a miscarriage.

As soon as Joel saw your lip quiver he grabbed you and pulled you hard into his chest and held you tight. He heard you let out a sob as you cried into his chest. He didn't stop you because he knew, he knew what you were going through as he and Sarah's mom had gone through the same thing awhile after Sarah was born.  He knew you wanted to be a mom. It was something you two had discussed when you first started out together. You told him you had your period and needed to find some type of rags or cloth to put in your underwear to catch the blood. At first he was furious that you didn't have the scheduled hysterectomy that most women got at the QZ. He had called you irresponsible and a damn fool for not following through with the surgery. But when you explained it to him, we'll more like actually yelled at him, he considered the conversation over and knew that you wanted to have children. But he hoped for your sake that you’d never have kids because having a baby now meant a death sentence sometimes, and he didn't want to think of the possibility of losing you. Now fast forward a year later and he was damn protective over you, whether or not you were (or was) carrying his child. 

As he silently held you he felt his heart ache at the prospect of losing yet again another child. Even though no one knew for sure if you were pregnant, as out here in the wilderness there was no way to tell for sure until you got later in pregnancy. But it didn't matter, he was sure you knew your body. He also knew your cycle and the timing of it, making sure you had extra supplies around that time. He knew you could get cramps occasionally, but nothing like this, and you usually never bled this heavy. He knew something was different and it reminded him of when Sarah's mom had a miscarriage a few months after Sarah was born. 

He stood there with his arms tightly around you gently swaying you side to side humming in your ear that everything was going to be alright and that he was sorry. "What are-are you so-sorry for" you whispered as your sobs started to slow down where you could talk again. 

"For everything darlin'." Joel said. "For treating you wrong, to possibly getting you, um, pregnant, and to- uh- a miscarriage." 

As you stayed wrapped up in each other's arms you heard him sincerely apologize. But when he did you didn't know why he was apologizing for the pregnancy part. Especially when the both of you willingly had unprotected sex all those weeks ago. "It ain't your fault Joel" you said, but he interrupted you by saying "don't tell me it ain't my fault when I was the one that came in ya. I'm a lot older than you sweetheart, I know how this happens and I knew better. It'll never happen again."

When you heard the part of 'it’ll never happen again ' you froze in his arms as you were dreading what he was referring to. You swallowed hard and then said "What part Joel? What part of it ain't happening again that you mean?"

Joel took a moment to think silently to himself and then he gently replied "all of it." It was then that you silently thought to yourself I��m sick and tired of Joel playing with of my feelings and emotions. But it wasn’t something that you could deal with at the present moment, in the meantime, you would allow him to show you compassion over the next few days. But with it you would keep your heart somewhat guarded. You still loved him very much, and you swore to yourself that one day he may learn to love you back. But you knew you couldn’t force it, or force him to face his emotions and feelings toward you. Deep down all of this upset you as you didn’t know where your relationship stood with him.  At one moment he told you that he loved you and didn’t want you to leave, the next moment he’d state that you couldn’t be in the relationship that you wanted with him.  All of this was confusing and you wanted to get to the bottom of why Joel was constantly switching back and forth with you.  But you knew that it was a topic of discussion with him on a different day. 

-End of Chapter 2

Don’t worry, this story will continue with other parts.

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[dr3amofagame]

some c!dream fics don't take into account his flaws and make him like a little bit out of characther bc while he was traumatized by the prison and it affected his way of thought in much aspects he was still able to bit your hand if you looked him bad and got more focused on his revenge and after his plan. He's a more morally grey characther and sometimes people who try too hard not fell into the c!inniter caricature ended up making him unable to literally even hold a sword when that isn't true either

"revenge" lol

to be fair, c!dream was deeply affected by the prison and absolutely got nerfed like hell fighting wise. the difference between his fight with clingy before and after the prison is insane--not to mention how scrapped lore had him so damn triggered by the sight of the cell replica that c!quackity and c!sam could get him down pretty much without a fight. las nevadas five has him running away from the fight at the first main sign of danger (and then successfully being followed by c!tommy without noticing) and the scene with c!sapnap and c!george with aimsey had him barely fighting back at all, cowering behind his shield against a wall, and running away and using arrows of harming to get himself distance. like, sure, he can definitely still fight, but he was absolutely played as losing a lot of his fighting ability (c!dream's fighting style is nothing like cc!dream's--it was absolutely a deliberate character choice to have him act like this)

all that being said, i get what u mean--ooc c!dream is everywhere in every flavor. i definitely like c!dream written with a little bit of bite, especially when he's on the back foot, as you said. c!dream's declarations of revenge (as is especially evident in LN5 and daedalus, boy what the fuck is torturing a country supposed to mean IT'S A COUNTRY) are also very evidently ... often defensive in nature? c!dream bites and shows his teeth as a back off back off dont fucking touch me don't try to fuck with me gesture because he's scared moreso than angry, tbh, and i think playing with aggression due to fear is something fun to do with c!dream in fic in general bc of the ways that aggression can be perceived and then responded to

a lot of what i like about post-prison c!dream is that ... despite an alleged focus on revenge (which took him months. and fucked him over, with scrapped lore, and was badly executed both times with quackity and put him in a lot of danger and involved a hell of a lot more trying to get through to sam than actual revenge in daedalus) and The Plan (which involved ... killing people? and then he repeatedly. does not kill people?) is that he does feel quite directionless. he's still in the prison, still caught in that limbo. he's doing research (i guess) and he's letting the prison (his home base) rot around him. he's staying there and barely leaving for weeks at a time. all while he's focused on the plan, guys, #trust, he's fine, he's still moving forward moving on ... just. Just.

#ooc c!dream 😔 #finding c!dream characterization that plases me ... can be hard ALKSFJAS lmao #and i definitely have plenty of my own woobification crimes #anyway #my asks !! #dsmp hot takes

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Okaaay I had to do one more prompt for @oneforthemunny summer writing game because this idea came to me then she gave me an idea to make it even better and this was born!

🃏 Wild card- Rockstar!Eddie comes to visit NepoBaby!Reader while she’s on vacation in Nantucket, they go out on her dads boat and things get spicyyyy and then maybe just a litttleee sweet afterwards.

Contains: spanking, choking, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, unprotected sex, they make a sex tape y’allll. Lmk if I missed any!!

A/N: I put my whole pussy into this, I did RESEARCH on Nantucket lol and ngl I was actually really nervous writing this one, I feel like while still being a reader insert Nepo baby has so much personality and is more of a character of her own I was pretty intimidated, I hope I did them Justice! Also low key got this idea because of Pam and Tommy and I feel like this is 1000% something they would do lol

18+NO MINORS PLEASE

You and Farrah had been in Nantucket for two weeks now, staying in the house your dad owned at the cliffside beach club. It was nice, the house was two stories and had two king sized ensuites, a nice kitchen, living room and extra guest room upstairs. There were an abundance of large windows giving amazing views, and a deck out back that led down to a private beach. You were having a lot of fun, going to the spa in the club, having evening drinks at the bar there. Town was only a mile away and you had spent some time checking out the restaurants and nice boutiques there.

It was all great, but there was something missing, something you didn’t want to admit to anyone let alone yourself. Before you left you told Eddie where you were staying and let him know he was welcome to come if he felt like it. You were kind of regretting that now because you offered a hand to him and he hadn’t even bothered to call or confirm if he was coming or not. You tried to convince yourself you didn’t really care if he came or not, but it felt like something shifted the last time you saw him, and as hard as you try your mind keeps wandering back to him.

You were sitting out on the back deck having a smoke and enjoying the nice view of the beach, just enjoying a moment of silence while Farrah was still sound asleep in her room. You didn’t have much planned for the daytime today which honestly was nice, you figured you would lounge around the house and then go check out that club downtown you and her had been talking about going to. Maybe you could flirt with some cute surfer boy or something to get your mind off Eddie. But as if on cue, you heard banging on the front door.

You were a little confused because you hadn’t been expecting anyone, and if it was someone who worked at the club they wouldn’t be knocking like the fucking cops. You got up from your chair after stubbing out your cigarette, when you were walking through the house they knocked again, louder this time. Farrah came out of her room looking groggy and half asleep “who the FUCK is knocking like that!?” You didn’t respond, just walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. To say you were surprised by who you saw standing on the porch was an understatement.

You ripped the door open “Jesus fucking Christ, did you seriously have to BANG on the door?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Well, I’m happy to see you too Princess” As if you manifested him by trying to get your mind OFF him there was Eddie, Gareth standing next to him. Before you had a chance to say something snarky back Farrah came up behind you “OH MY GOD!! Gareth!? What are you doing here!?” She lunged herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a peck on his lips before dragging him inside. “How come I don’t get a greeting like that, huh? I thought we were making progress but apparently you still need an attitude adjustment.” He grabbed your jaw in his hand, smushing your lips together and giving you that stupid smug look he gets.

You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes at him and pushed his hand away “I just wasn’t expecting you is all, I figured you would CALL, not just show up unannounced.” He stepped closer to you, getting in your face and wrapping his hand around your neck “I wanted to fucking surprise you but if you’re going to be a fucking brat the entire time I can leave right now.” He squeezed your neck a little tighter “Now, are you going to be a good girl or not?” You felt your resolve crumble, you couldn’t resist his dominance as much as you wanted to pretend you weren’t happy he was here you would rather admit it than have him leave “I-I’ll be good, I promise” you looked at him with those big round eyes, that look on your face when you submit to him driving him crazy. “Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He surprised you by placing a quick kiss on your lips before releasing your neck and pushing past you to get inside.

He took a look around the place before saying “You gonna give me the tour of daddy’s fancy beach house princess? Show me where our bed is?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you had to physically hold back the eye roll at how much of a dork he could be when he wasn’t being a giant fucking asshole “OUR bed? Who said you were sleeping with me? There’s another room upstairs, you can sleep there.”

“Yeeeahh okaaay whatever you say, guess since I have my own room I can go find some cute tourist or small town beach babe that wants to spend the night with a rockstar” you hated that it made you jealous to hear him say that, but he came here for YOU and you were not sharing him on this trip. “FINE, my room is down the hall on the left” you crossed your arms and looked away from him, not wanting to see his face when he knew he won. He put his hand on your cheek much more tender than you would expect from him to get you to look at him “that’s what I thought, I knew that would work.” He patted your cheek and winked at you before turning down the hall to your room.

You walked into your room to see his bags on the ground and him starfished in the large king size bed. He turned to his side when he saw you walk in, resting his hand on his palm “Sooo, how’s your trip been so far?” He smiled at you, and fuck you hated how cute he looked in your bed with that dumb smile on his face. “It’s been really nice actually. We have checked out some of the restaurants and shops in town, other than that we’ve mostly been relaxing. We were thinking about checking out the club tonight though.” You came and sat down on the bed next to him, crossing your legs. “How have you been?” It felt weird, just asking each other how you were doing but at the same time it kinda was nice. “I’m fine, I didn’t really do much the last few weeks. Worked on some music and hung with the guys mostly. I thought about coming sooner but I figured you guys might want some girl time.” Hearing that warmed your heart a little, he thought about coming to see you sooner but was considerate enough to give you time with your friend. It was kind of sweet.

“Yeah, we’ve had a good time so far… I’m glad you came though, gotta give you that Nantucket summer experience like I said I would.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you said it, you weren’t really sure if the heart to heart you had last time you saw him meant anything to him or if it was just a momentary crack in both your walls but you decided to be the one to test the waters first “Yeah? You’re glad I came? Did you miss me baby?” His tone was only slightly taunting when he said it so you took a chance to look up into his eyes and when you did it wasn’t what you were expecting, he was smiling at you, with the tiniest hint of a twinkle in his eyes underneath the usual smugness.

“Don’t let it go to your head Munson, maybe I just wanted some dick and none of the guys here are cute.” “You missed me because no one can fuck you like I can, which basically means you missed me with extra steps.” He pushed your hair off your shoulder, running his hand down your arm and tracing little circles on the back of your hand, sending shivers through your body at the out of character gentle gesture. “it’s okay if you missed me, you can admit it, I kinda missed you too. Plus you promised me a rich girl summer vacation and I’m going to fuck you on every surface of daddy’s beach house” that had you clenching your thighs and biting your lip. “We should definitely do that, but for now I have a better idea. Do you know how to drive a boat?”

•

That’s how you ended up where you are now, your dad’s boat parked off to the side of a cliff far out of view, straddling Eddie on the seat in the back, your bikini top pushed to the sides so your tits were out, grinding down on him with only the material of your swimsuits between you. “Look at my little slut grinding on my cock so desperately, it’s kinda pathetic, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already fucked out.” You wanted to argue with him, tell him to fuck off, but he wasn’t wrong, you were desperate for him. He looked so hot with his shirt off, skin shiny and slick with sweat and sunscreen, even the stupid black skull print swim trunks he was wearing were doing it for you.

He suddenly gripped your hips hard enough to get you to stop moving and tapped the side of your thigh “Up. I have a surprise for you, before this goes any further I wanna get it.” You huffed and slid off him with a groan, crossing your arms and looking up at him with an annoyed look. “I just told you I had a surprise for you and you’re giving me a fucking attitude? Seriously? What happened to being my good girl on this trip? Stay. I’ll be right back.” He turned around and walked into the little room that was under the deck, when he came back he had a devious look on his face and was proudly holding a video camera in his hands.

“Eddie, if that’s what I think it’s for I’m NOT doing it. You don’t deserve to have unlimited spank bank material of me.” He walked over to you and bent down so his face was level with yours “Don’t act like the idea of me jerking off to our sex tape in the back of the bus on tour doesn’t turn you on.” Fuck. You didn’t even take the time to picture it but you definitely were now and he could see it in your eyes. “Fuck. Fine.” He stepped back from you and rocked back and forth on his heels “Mmm I guess you don’t want to then, nevermind.” He turned to walk away and you let out a frustrated sigh “God damn it. Okay, yes, I want to make a sex tape with you.” He walked back over to you and grabbed your throat, not really squeezing yet just sending a message “Not good enough, I guess you don’t really want to.” He shrugged.

“Okay I’m sorry! Please! Please make a sex tape with me Sir, it would be so hot, I want it.” He smiled down at you and released your neck.

“That’s what I thought. Turn around and bend over.” You did as he said, leaning over the bench seat with your ass in the air. You heard the beep of the camera as he started to record and felt chills run down your body. You shouldn’t want to be doing this with HIM, but god there’s no one else in the world you’d do this with and you hated it. You felt his hand come down on your head, gliding down your body until he reached the hem of your bikini bottoms “mmm look at you, I’m going to fucking ruin you” he said before he ripped your bottoms down to your knees and delivered harsh slaps to both your ass cheeks in the same moment. “I think you deserve a little punishment for how you greeted me earlier, what do you think?” You turned your head back to look at him “I think I was just surprised to see you and you’re being dramatic that I didn’t drop to my knees on the porch in front of you the second I saw you.”

He turned the camera off and set it next to you, grabbing your hair at the base of your neck and yanking it so your head was tilted up towards him “I thought you were going to be a good little slut for me? I don’t want you being sassy on my sex tape, get yourself in line or we are done. I’ll drive this boat back to the dock right now.” You whimpered and clenched your thighs together. “fuck! Okay, okay, I’m sorry I’ll be good. I swear I really will this time, sir.” He released your hair, pushing your upper half down so you were bent over again before he grabbed the camera. “I’m going to start recording again, this is your last warning, be good or I’m stopping everything. I’m serious.” You whimpered “Okay, okay, I’ll be good”

“That’s what I thought.” You heard him turn the camera back on before you felt his hand running down your back “Now, here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to punish you for being a fucking brat and if you take it like the good girl I know you CAN be I’ll make you cum as many times as I see fit. How’s 15 sound?” He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed it tightly, jiggling it around “T-that sounds fine, however many you think I deserve, sir.”

“Okay, count.” His hand came down on your ass cheek hard, sending you jolting forward. “One.” Two even harder smacks came down on one cheek and you counted them both. Your sensitive exposed nipples rubbed against the seat in a painfully delicious way with each strike, adding to the pleasure. His hand came down over and over, smacking harder each time and you counted every single one. “How many is that, princess? Or are you too dumb to keep count?”

“T-twelve, it’s twelve” you were barely able to talk at this point, only able to keep count because you knew at the end of this you would get to cum. “Good fucking girl, only three more.” The next one was the hardest one yet, your ass raw and red at this point “T-thirteen” another on the same cheek just as hard had tears falling from the corners of your eyes “Fourteen!!” He brought his hand down on your abused ass a final time “FIFTEEN!!” You moaned loud and long, letting your tense body relax as you took a deep breath.

He rubbed your raw cheeks with his hand that wasn’t holding the camera and bent down to place a kiss on each one “Good girl. Turn around.” You did as you were told, carefully sitting down on your raw ass as you looked up at him. He looked fucking edible, looking down at you like you were his prey. One hand running over the very obvious bulge in his trunks, the other holding the camera you nearly forgot about. His hand not holding the camera came to hold your face, running his thumb across your bottom lip. You looked up at him through your lashes and took his digit in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. “Fuuuck, I want your mouth on me baby.” You didn’t even respond, just reached for the tie on his swim shorts and started pulling them down.

His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. The seat was the perfect height, his cock level with your face. You pushed yourself up on your knees and flicked your tongue out, tasting his precum. You wrapped your hand around his base before taking the head in your mouth and treating it the same as you had his thumb a moment ago. When you looked up at him, he was looking down at you, pointing the camera at your face. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sucking my cock. I’m gonna keep this video for fucking ever Jesus Christ.” He thrusted forward, causing you to gag a little. You pulled off of him to catch your breath for a moment before smirking up at him and taking all of him in your mouth at once, pulling all the way off and repeating the action. “Fuck my face, use me” he let out a growl before putting his hand on the back of your head and thrusting his cock deep into your throat.

You were gagging and drooling around him, your spit dripping down your chin and onto his balls. “Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so fucking good” he thrust a few more times before pulling you off by your hair. “Okay if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum down your throat and I really want to cum in that tight little pussy instead.” You were so desperate for him to touch you at this point you ripped your bikini the rest of the way off and laid back on the bench, spreading your legs for him. He groaned at the sight, your pussy was slick, your thighs sticky. He stood over you, pointing the camera at your naked body. Running his hand up your calf, to your thigh, until he finally reached where you wanted him most. “Look how fucking wet you are for me” he ran a finger through your folds gathering your slick before circling around your aching clit, causing you to moan in relief.

He suddenly shoved two fingers knuckle deep inside you and started fucking you with them hard and fast “OH FUCK! Oh my god, yes. That feels so fucking good.” He brought his thumb to your clit while he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. You were so sensitive from his teasing you already felt your orgasm building. “You’re gonna cum ALREADY? I can feel your little pussy tightening around my fingers.” You whimpered in response, moving your hips to meet his fingers each time they thrusted into you. “Y-yes gonna c-cum gonna cum” you babbled out before your orgasm came crashing down on you. You writhed and twitched against Eddie’s hand while he fucked you through it. He pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, rolling his eyes back and moaning at the taste.

“God, you taste so fucking good. I need more. Take this.” He pushed the camera into your hands before pulling you by your legs into a sitting position and kneeling between them. You turned the camera toward him, truly understanding how hot this was now that you were the one recording him. He looked up at you while he licked along your slit, circling your clit with this tongue before sucking it into his mouth. “Oh my godddd” you moaned and threw your head back, the hand not holding the camera shooting down the grab onto his hair. You felt his fingers circling your entrance before he pushed them inside you. He sucked your clit and pumped his fingers in and out of you pushing you close to the edge again already. You pulled on his hair harder, causing him to groan into your pussy and that was it, you came hard, rocking your hips against his face. “Oh god, oh fuck, your mouth is so good fuck” he pulled away once he was sure you were done cumming and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He took the camera from you and turned it towards you again, running his hand down your cheek and squeezing your lips together, tipping your head from side to side. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, feeling hazy but still so desperate for him. “I guess you can be a good girl after all. Bend back over, I want to record my cock going in and out of that tight little pussy from behind.” You eagerly flipped over, arching your back so your ass was as far in the air as it could go, wiggling your hips for him. You felt him come up behind you, running his big hard cock through your folds before thrusting into you in one motion. You were so wet, so ready for him, he was hardly met with any resistance.

He started pounding into you hard and fast, a bruising grip on your hip with one hand, still recording with the other. “Fuck, you’re always so wet and tight for me. I love this fucking pussy. Tell me how much you love my cock.” You let out a pornographic moan “oh god I love it so much, I love your big cock splitting me open” your words were slurred and drool was dripping onto the bench where you were holding on for dear life. He brought his hand around to rub your clit while he kept pounding into you relentlessly. You came again, suddenly and harder than the last two. Your arms falling forward in front of you while you twitched and moaned completely at his mercy.

He pulled out of you suddenly “lay down, let me record that pretty face while I make you cum one more time” you rolled over on your back and he kneeled on the seat between your legs, pointing the camera at you. He grabbed each of your tits with his free hand “perfect fucking tits.” He ran his hand down your stomach, caressing down your thighs. “Perfect.” Was all he said before he took his cock in his hand and slammed back into you, shoving his cock deep inside you before pulling it back out slowly and starting at a brutal pace again. His hand came down on your throat and squeezed, causing your eyes to roll back. “F-fuck!” You squeaked out “I don’t know- if I can- cum again” he brought his hand down on your clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. “Yes you fucking can, and you will. Cum with me.” His thrusts were starting to get erratic and you could tell he was close. He thrusted into you once, twice, three more times before he was spilling inside you, head thrown back, filling you up while he still rubbed your clit. The feeling combined with how sexy he looked while he came had you cumming right after him.

He fucked you through it, pointing the camera at your face to capture your cumming, before pulling out, his cum dripping out of you onto the seat. He stood up and pointed the camera at your pussy “Look at that, so messy… can’t let that go to waste, can we princess?” He gathered the cum on his fingers before shoving it back inside your overly sensitive pussy causing you to let out a whimper. He stopped the camera after that. “Wow. That was so fucking hot.” You let out a breathy chuckle and pushed yourself up with your shaky hands “I toldddd you that it would be! And you didn’t want to do it.” He looked down at you and couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful. The sun was shining down on your skin, glistening with sweat and your eyes glistened over in a subby post orgasm haze. He couldn’t help it, he bent down and kissed you, soft and sweet.

He reached out to you “come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.” You took his hand and let him lead you to the small bathroom that was connected to the bedroom under the boat. There wasn’t a shower but he wet a washcloth and wiped gently between your legs, across your chest, and down your arms. You let out soft sighs and hums at the feeling of him being so gentle with you after he was so rough. “You look sleepy.” He chuckled at you. “Mmm.. I am, could we nap here for a bit before we head back you think?” You felt like you were about to collapse so instead of waiting for him to answer you walked over to the bed and threw yourself on it. He came over and laid next to you, still completely naked, turning on his side to look at you. “Yeah princess, we can nap here a bit. Come here.” He held his arm out to you and let you rest your head on his chest. You hummed with content and nuzzled into his neck.

“Hey… I wanted to ask you something.” He said after a second. “Hmm? What’s up?” You said sleepily while you traced gentle little patterns into his chest with your index finger. “I know you said you and Farrah had plans to check out that club tonight but I was wondering if we could get dinner instead? We always go to clubs at home. I thought it might be nice.”

“Yeah? That sounds nice. I’ll talk to Farrah, we’ve done dinners and stuff a lot and you know how she is, you can take the girl out of LA but you can’t take the club out of the girl.” He chuckled at that “I definitely agree with you there… but I was thinking… just you and me could have dinner?”

That took you by surprise, you tilted your head and rested your chin on his chest so you could look up at him, expecting to see a smug look on his face, or some sort of sign he was joking. But he looked.. almost nervous? You hadn’t really ever seen that look on his face. “Just you and me? Like a… date?” You raised your eyebrow at him, trying not to sound too excited in case he was fucking with you. He brought his hand to cup your cheek and smiled a lopsided smile at you. “Yeah baby, like a date. If you want. If not that’s cool, we can just go to the club like you planned.” You suddenly felt the need to reassure him so you put your hand over his and smiled softly at him, it felt odd, being soft with him like this. Not bad, just new and different, maybe a little scary. “I’d actually really like that Eds. That sounds nice.” You pushed yourself up to place a quick peck on his lips that he returned happily. “Then we can go watch this tape we just made and fuck with it in the background” he smirked at you and you scoffed “You just HAD to ruin the moment, didn’t you?” He just shrugged and pulled you in for another kiss.

#eddie munson x reader #oneforthemunny #oneforthemunny summer game #rockstar!eddie munson

[boringkate]

I watched Lena Dunham's Sharp Stick (2022) with a babe last month. Which I absolutely loved!!!

It's never explicitly acknowledged, but the main character is clearly supposed to be (despite the producers claiming otherwise) in some way neurodivergent. Or something. She's meek and impossibly sexually naive (to the point where me and the girl I watched it with had initially assumed the character was intended to be a child). Apparently they had approached an autism sexuality advocate to work as a consultant for the film before backpeddling.

Trans girls tend to be autistic.

The main character also had a hysterectomy (as did Lena Dunham).

Trans girls tend to be infertile.

She's shown taking estrogen.

Trans girls tend to take estrogen.

She becomes obsessed with porn and begins having one night stands with random men from the internet in hopes of finding validation by proving her sexual desirability.

Trans girls tend to do that shit.

It ends with her realizing and leaning into her impregnation fetish (while getting fucked by the one black guy she knows who had just brought over some 40s and called them homies and also while her black step sister's hands unexpectedly drift in from off screen to hold her because even when she managed to push it off to the last second Lena Dunham is incapable of being chill and normal about race).

Trans girls can't go ten seconds without making the same joke about how if you don't think you can get a trans girl pregnant then you just aren't trying hard enough (and the frequent fetishization of black men in trans and especially neighboring sissy communities can't really be denied).

Also the bartender is played by Tommy Dorfman (a trans woman) with it being her first time playing a character with a girl name.

But I'm not trying to suggest it's intentionally a movie about the tgirl excperience. That would be silly. Really the takeaway should be that (no matter how varied women's lives may be) we (trans women and cis women etc) can still always find common ground and shared excperiences. We're all in this together.

But anyways I was looking at Lena Dunham's Instagram yesterday (I've been off and on again rewatching Girls, so she's stayed on my mind).

One post features the music video she directed starring famed trans girl Hari Nef.

Another post shows that she recently read trans boy Elliot Paige's memoir Paige Boy.

Another post shows a conversation she had with Jon Bernthal (on his podcast) where she explains the word cis to him and talks about having also explained it to her husband (this is the only clip from her appearance on the podcast that she chose to post).

BTW did you know that she was an executive producer for the 2021 show Genera+ion (which I recall featuring a trans boy actor playing a cis boy character who gets a girl pregnant).

Fascinating!

Meanwhile. Ten years earlier. In 2013 (a year into my transition and a year before Time declared that we've reached the trans tipping point) an episode of Girls features a doorman telling one of the titular Girls that "a tranny walked in last time and he was just walking around the floors, but it was nothing." (lmao)

UPDATE: s05e02 features a "did you just assume my pronouns" bit. (in a way that felt reactionary and gross because the theyfab saying it was an absurd hipster barista that the audience isn't intended to sympathize with)

UPDATE UPDATE: s06e02 features the leader of a group for women entrepreneurs saying "For those of you asking on our Facebook if the group is open to trans women: The answer is: We don't know. Okay?" (which I thought was fun)

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: s06e03 (the literal next episode) "I even went to a couple of hookers and one of them had a dick."

[imdoingsortagay]

The baker and her crush - Chapter 1

Summary: After the death of Vision shortly after the birth of her twin boys, Wanda moves into a small city in Jersey and opens a bakery. Which is where she meets you and starts a friendship with you but shortly after it starts Wanda ends up developing feeling for you. What does she do? 

Characters: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Baker! Wanda, mention of the avengers, mention of vision as well, fluff, useless lesbians, bakeries and food. 

word count: 4.4k words 

A/N:everyone go thank @whelpimhere for the prompt, she is the best person in the whole wide world!!!!!!!!! also the way i was gonna have this posted Thursday but everyone and their mother kept interrupting me and making me run errands.

Happy reading besties!!!

Let it be known that Wanda had no plans of ever having a crush on you. After the death of her husband and the birth of her twin boys, romance was not on her list of priorities because her main goal was to be the best and do the best for her kids. Plan on having a crush on someone who became one of her closest friends ( Next to Natasha but she doesn’t have to know that information of course) was not on her list.

She had gotten a love for baking ever since she was a little kid and it had continued as the years went on. It only grew stronger when she had joined the Avengers having access to the best ingredients and items to bake whatever recipe she found online. Tony has spared no expense when it came to groceries for the team and Wanda used that to her advantage very much. It’s how she ended up bonding with Natasha, late nights when both of them couldn’t sleep due to nightmares, and ended up baking famous desserts from Russia and Sokovia. It’s where she ended up falling for the synthezoid Vision, teaching him to bake some of her favorite desserts which he would keep in the back of his mind when Wanda had a bad day and needed something to cheer her up. 

So once she was done for good with the Avengers, Wanda had decided to open up a little bakery in new jersey. It was an excellent way to keep her busy while the boys were at school along with something to occupy her mind. Many on the team had tried their best to convince her to stay but it would bring too much sadness to be in the area that reminds her too much of the love of her life. Plus she wanted a fresh start in which she could heal from his death and have the “ ideal family life” she had seen in some of her favorite sitcoms. 

Lucky for Wanda, she wasn’t all alone in the town when she had moved in or when she was opening a bakery. She had some friends for support like the remaining avengers, her neighbor to her left Agatha, and you. 

Wanda had met you and Agatha 6 years after she had moved to the small town with her then-baby boys, meeting Agatha as well. After college, you had moved into Westview, finding an affordable home close to where you work and avoiding a long commute. Agatha had seen you struggling with some of your boxes, and immediately made friends with you, claiming you need someone to “ have fun within such a boring town” or whatever. That day you were tired from driving so you just smiled and nodded at whatever she said. After a week of unpacking, and waiting for furniture to be delivered, you had a little get-together with Agatha as well as her mystery plus one. 

Which is where you met Wanda and had become best friends right away. Both of you had the same taste in tv shows, books and music so it was no shock to anyone that you’d click right away. Along with that both of you always seem to be up at the early hours of the night, Wanda because of the kids and you with many deadlines your boss had given you that you’d have to finish late at night at home.

 Years ago

“ How are the babies Wanda?” you ask her on your phone, Wanda and Tommy on facetime with you as you are trying your best to finish this deadline so you can get 4 hours of sleep. 

“ Billy is fast asleep while Tommy here,” she shows the 1-year-old boy she’s holding on her side who seems to be wide awake,” wants to help Mommy with some cleaning here in the kitchen instead of sleeping like his brother”

“Oh poor baby, “ you say to her as you finish the last of the project,” once I send the last of this to my boss I can give both of you my undivided attention,” you tell her through the phone and successfully send the email with 20 minutes to space from the deadline that was set.

“ finally y/n, now can you tell me about what your mystery admirer sent today to your house,” the redhead says to you, trying her best to get Tommy to sleep and failing badly.

“ Well yesterday they left a box of some of the best croissants ever, I’m talking stuff that would be found in Paris, god they were amazing and today they left some snickerdoodles at my door when I got up,” you show both of them the box of cookies left for you when you got up for work. Tommy just continued to make baby noises as he had no sense of what cookies were while his mother was smiling like crazy at how excited you had gotten over the box of cookies. 

It had been about 4 weeks since a mystery person had left you baked goods for you in the morning, just leaving a note with said dessert and you still have not gotten close to finding out who it was. 

“ Oh, snickerdoodles!!! How amazing, I wonder if y/n had figured out who sent them all this food,” she says to her son and he giggles at the baby voice being used by his mom, as Wanda continues to hear about the dessert that was left to you. 

Around the time that the boys were around one year old, Wanda had developed a crush on you and had been having a hard time trying to “ woo” you or whatever modern term the kids use these days. 

You can’t blame Wanda for not having the moves with you, at the time it was still weird for her to even like someone after Vision had died. It felt like she was betraying him by liking you so she had hoped that maybe if she had dropped off some stuff she had baked for you before heading to the bakery in the morning, then you could get the hint about the crush the woman had on you. 

So far there’s been no progress at all with her crush on you, only seeming to grow bigger as the years went on, especially when you spent more time with the boys when Wanda had gotten busy with the Bakery, having to hire 2 people to help her out. She didn’t think it would be such a hit in Westview but she was happy nonetheless with all of the new customers and the happy faces who came to taste her desserts. 

“ Are you sure you can take care of the boys while I deal with the problem at the bakery? I don’t want to have you babysit on your day off and stuff -” 

“ Wanda I don’t mind taking care of them, now go and deal with the new hire while the three of us watch some paw patrol,” you say as the 3-year-olds are too busy paying attention to the plot of the show. 

Whatever plot you can’t seem to figure out always seems to get their attention for what feels like hours. 

Your friend gives you a checklist that’s meant for her babysitter, kisses them on the head before making her way out of the house to go and help the new hire at the bakery before he ends up setting the place on fire by doing something dumb. 

Once she helps the dude with the unexpected rush of customers, Wanda finally comes home to see the three of you sitting on the living floor. Both of them are putting their full attention on you as you show them some of the Lego sets that you’ve built over the years, having a whole folder on your phone dedicated to it. 

“ Boys Mommy is home!!!” Wanda announces and both of them run off from their spots to greet their mom with a big hug. 

“ How were the boys y/n? Did you have fun with y/n boys?” she asked and hoped that nothing went in the couple of hours she was gone. As much as she loved the boys, they sometimes have a problem with making babysitters quit, so maybe the universe can help her out and hoped they were on their best behavior

“ Mommy we had fun with auntie y/n,” Tommy says and Billy nods in agreement with his brother. 

“ Y/n let us have ice cream and then we got to watch some tv and she even showed us legos,” Billy says with excitement in his voice, mostly from the ice cream you had given him but still very much a good response. 

“ Yea mommy, can we get legos like the ones y/n has?” Tommy says and gives Wanda some of his best puppy eyes. 

“ If you and your brother go and clean up the mess in the living room,” she points to the mess of toys,” we can go to the store” and both of the boys run off to clean up the mess of toys while you get up to go and talk to Wanda. 

“ Both of them were on their best behavior don’t you worry,” you say and place your hand on her shoulder which takes Wanda a bit to wonder what this means,” as always if you need me to babysit here or at my house, I’m always happy to”. 

“ You're the best friend ever you know that y/n?” Wanda says to you in a sweet tone and you smile back at her. 

She has no idea how the fuck this crush on you hasn't killed her yet or how you haven’t figured out it was her delivering all the desserts. 

It even leads to the both of you sometimes having late-night baking sessions after the boys fall asleep or when Natasha along with her sister Yelena volunteer to babysit the twins while she handles the stuff in the bakery. 

By “ Handling stuff “ that means baking different types of desserts while you taste test them and give your honest opinion on them. What else did you think? 

It was a nice Thursday evening, the sunset had just set in Westview as the redhead across from you is testing out a new flavor for cookies she wants to sell along with some cupcakes as summer gets closer. It had been kind of sweet and a little domestic just watching the redhead do her magic as she reads over different recipes that have been in her family since she was a small child. 

You didn’t even notice that you were zoned out watching her bake until you felt some flour hit your face, Wanda on the other side of you giggling like an idiot that she caught you off guard, unaware of the reason behind it. 

A couple of seconds pass by as you quickly move items with sort of value away from her baking station and an all-out food fight begins in the kitchen. Loud laughs and cheers can be heard by everyone within half a mile, both of you not giving 2 shits if you get called by the police for being too loud. 

20 minutes later, both of you call it a draw ( Wanda trying to claim that she won fair and square), and you spend another 30 minutes or so cleaning the mess that you had created in the bakeries kitchen, not wanting to piss off the employee who had closed that night after hearing about the food fight and the aftermath of it. 

Wanda managed to bake like she had wanted to even with the impromptu food fight that occurred. Both of you sit in front of the oven, patiently waiting for the cupcakes to be done so the cookies can bake. Just happy to enjoy the silence and energy between the two of them in the kitchen.

“ y/n???” 

“ Yeah Wanda?” you ask her.

“ Did you ever figure out who that secret admirer was ?” 

“ I have not Wanda,” you say looking at her,” why are you asking me ?” 

“ Well,” she says and avoids making eye contact with you, afraid of the reaction of what she’s going to admit to you,” I do know who is it”. 

Better late than never to tell you that she’s been the one leaving an assortment of desserts at your door. It’s a surprise to hear that you still haven’t figured it out yet but then again if you don’t get a good amount of sleep, it’s hard for you to think. 

“ Wait, are you telling me all this time you’ve known who it was Wanda?????” you say in a surprised tone. It’s not that you’ve been hating all of the food they have been delivering, it's saved you so much money since this has started but with your busy job, there’s been a difficulty with trying to figure out who the mystery person is. 

Most of your free time that you do have, is used for sleeping or helping out your friends ( mostly Wanda if you had to be honest) with whatever problems they had. Sometimes even put together some amazing lego sets to display in your office as well. 

As you patiently wait for Wanda to tell you who the mystery person is, the alarm that she had set on her phone rings at the perfect moment. She wanted to tell you but her thoughts were getting the best of her, unfortunately. 

She decided to tell you another time when it’s just the both of you and she isn’t focusing on baking and her business. 

Maybe she’ll start to telling over people about it. 

Which she decides to do when she gets back home from the bakery to see Natasha and Yelena in her living room, with both of her boys sleeping on either side of them. It’s kind of a cute thing to see but feels it’s too risky to take a picture. 

“ I’ll take the boys to their bed,” Yelena mouths to her as she wakes up the boys so they can sleep in their room.

Once Yelena has both of them Wanda gives her a thumbs up and smiles, and Natasha gives her a questioning look. She knows her too well to know that something must be up, probably having to do with you. 

“ Wanda are you okay?” Natasha asks her and that’s when Wanda decides to tell her about you, well she knew who you were but the part about having a crush on you. Yelena even got to hear a bit of the story and once she was done, all Wanda could feel at the moment was relief that someone heard her talk about you. 

She also feels hopeful that after telling both of them about you, they could help her come up with a plan so she could say to you without being nervous. And that’s what the three of them 2 for the next three hours, accompanied by the help of coffee. 

“ She needs to go big Natasha, Wanda would want to impress this y/l/n chick,” Yelena states, being firm on her plan of doing something big and over the top while Natasha is on the other side of this. Keep it plain and simple so she can make the point.  

“ Let me guess Yelena, you got it from all those cheesy romcoms??” Natasha says to her younger sister, getting flipped off by the blonde for liking those types of movies for the cheesy romance and predictable plot.

“ They are not cheesy! It's funny for you to say it’s cheesy when I saw you watching the wedding planner the last week when it came back from the mission with Kate”. 

“ for research stupid” 

“ Sure it was Natasha, cause by the looks of it you seemed to be intrigued by the plot and I saw no paper around you STUPID-” 

“ Okay call me stupid one more time- “ 

“ Stupid”

“ I’m gonna tell Kate about the time you stole her leftover mac and cheese that she bought from that once fancy restaurant.” 

“ YOU WILL NOT TELL HER NATASHA OR IM GONNA FIGHT YOU” Yelena whisper yells to her sister in an attempt to wake up Billy and Tommy from their slumber 

“ And I’m gonna win”

“ Sure Natasha with your lame tech” 

“It's not lame “ 

“ Lame” 

“ Now call me lame one more time-” 

“ WILL BOTH OF YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF DUMMIES AND HELP ME FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK I’M GONNA TELL Y/N,” Wanda whisper yells at both the widows which makes them shut up right away. It didn’t even wake up the boys at all too so she’s happy about that. They both take a break from arguing like a bunch of idiots to help their friend with her current problem. 

Yelena and Natasha stop and both find a way to combine their ideas, and one hour after their 5-hour brainstorming session, both of them were able to come up with a plan for Wanda 

~ 

Wanda knocks on your door a couple of times, holding a box of heart-shaped cookies that were personally decorated by Billy and Tommy themselves. Who had been woken up by all of the talking at night when one of the boys woke up from a nightmare and had walked into the living to find all the women in their brainstorming session. The plan that was made by the widows was thrown out the window for the plan that both her boys. 

“ Can we help with your plan mommy?” Billy asks as Wanda is walking them to school, the question taking her by surprise that the boys were awake when she was with Natasha and Yelena what to do. 

“ Wait how do you know about the plan boys ?” 

“ I woke up from a nightmare and heard you talking with auntie Nat and Yelena but went back to sleep right after,” Billy tells her and pauses,” And then I told Tommy about it when I woke up the next morning. The next time she sees the widows she’s gonna have to throw a pillow at their faces for being too loud. 

The redhead takes a moment to check the time on her phone, she still has 30 minutes til school starts, so it gives her more than enough time to hear the plan Billy and Tommy had come up with. 

Which led her to where she’s standing at the moment, a box of cookies made by her, decorated by her sons, a nice card made by herself with a nice written note on it and hopes that all of this goes well for her. 

It takes all of her not to check the time on her phone but that would just make her even more nervous than she already is and all she could do at the moment is just waiting for you to open the door for her. 

“ Ralph if you need one more fucking egg from me again I'm gonna have to start giving you direction to the grocery store and -, “ you say as you see it’s not your annoying neighbor who never seems to have eggs to cook with,” Wanda hi! What are you doing here so early in the morning??” 

“ I came to deliver these cookies that I and the boys made yesterday,” she tells you while handing you the box,” and to also give you this card that I wrote, I’m too nervous to tell you so I wrote my feelings in the card”. 

You step to the side to let Wanda in so she can come in while you read the card.

“ Where are the boys?” 

“ Asleep right now, Natasha is here so she’s with them so they are not alone in the house,” Wanda says. 

Wanda takes a seat on your couch right next to you and you open the card to see the most beautiful design and the sweetest message ever. The woman next to you relaxes for a bit seeing the big smile on your face.

Dear Y/N

When my husband had died when the boys were just babies, I had no idea if I’d even be able to love someone again like I did Vision, and then I met you. I had started off seeing you as just a friend and as both of us spent more time together, I started to develop feelings for you. The feelings I had for you made me feel guilty for having them but you are such an amazing person, so nice to me and everyone around you, helping me with the boys, and so on. I think my favorite thing about you is how good you are with kids, especially when some people might hate kids for no reason, here you are always being so nice, being so cool with them and they love how cool and nice you are( maybe because of the legos for Tommy but I’m not too sure about that being the only reason). So as my feelings started to develop, I decided that sending you different desserts would maybe help you get the hint but clearly, my plan did not work too well in my favor since I’m here rambling. 

To make a long story short, I like you so much y/n you have no idea 

Sincerely, the mystery dessert person, Wanda Maximoff 

You check the back of the card to see the cutest messages ever from the twins too, guess they wanted credit for their part in this too. 

Cookie decor by Tommy And Billy :)

“ Natasha and Yelena had this big plan made up,” Wanda start to talk after giving you time to read the card,” but the boys said it was too hard and decided that I should just go simple, plus they wanted to decorate some cookies for you”. 

You open the box and 2 heard cookies decorated by what seems to be Wanda and 2 other ones that seem to look like lego pieces, which you assume were decorated by both Billy and Tommy. You make a mental note that the next time you see them, you’ll thank them for the cute cookies. 

“I am so dumb Wanda,” you say to her. 

“ No, you aren’t y/n” 

“ All this time it was you and now I feel bad because you’ve been so nice and yeah I do have feelings because oh my god,” you pause,” Wanda you're like the coolest person I’ve ever known, stupid hot, and like the best mom in the whole world like you could get anyone else and I'm lame -” 

Wanda interrupts your rambling to kiss her and to say it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had would be a total understatement. Her lips are so soft on yours, the way she’s holding on to you is so gentle and all you want to do is be in this position with her forever but at some point, both of you do need air to breathe. 

“ Hi y/n” 

“ You did that because? “ 

“ To stop you from rambling,” she says with a smile and leads you to the couch so both of you can sit for a while, to bask in the moment. 

“ hahaha right,” you tell her and do your best to hide the blush that’s appearing on your face but she stops you from doing that. Wanting to see how cute you look after kissing you like she’s been wanting you for years. 

“ If I actually would have seen the clue that it was you I would have realized sooner,” you tell her Wanda. 

“ I know but y/n,” she takes a hold of both of your hands,” I know that you would have seen it was me all of those years ago but your job kept you too busy but hey here we are now and that’s all that matters”. 

“ I can’t wait to see how everyone else reacts to this,” you tell her. 

“ Can I kiss you again Wanda?” you ask her and you pull her to sit on your lap so you can feel her close to you and kiss her some more before she has to leave you. 

For the most part, when you do tell people it’s all mostly a good reaction from friends and family. 

Agatha is happy but not surprised it took you both this long to admit the feeling both of you had for each other. Something about you being the most useless lesbians she’s ever met, unsure as to what she meant by that but a happy reaction from her anyway.

 Both Billy and Tommy were over the moon at the news of both of you admitting your feelings to each other. Her sons gave each other high fives at the fact that their plan went super great, along with the fact that their mom was happy with them. You even got the “ if you hurt her “ talk from the boys when Wanda was in the bathroom but you promised then not to ever break her heart. 

Everyone else was also happy for both of you as well. Natasha and Yelena were excited when Wanda had told them but Yelena was a bit mad when they heard their plan wasn’t used. 

“ You mean to tell me that we came up with the best plan ever and you threw it away for your kid's plan????” Yelena says a bit in shock. 

“ Why are you even mad about it Yelena, we can just use that plan for someone else when the time comes,” Natasha tells her sister to calm her down a bit. She’s also mad at the plan not being used as well, not as mad at Yelena. If there’s something known about Natasha is that she’s very well at hiding emotions from others but Wanda could tell. They were happy to see that their friend was able to find love again nonetheless. 

Let it be known, that even after 6 years after the death of her husband, she was able to move on from her feelings for him. Even after she felt like having any sort of romantic feelings for anyone else would be like betraying him, here she was able to tell you how she feels about you. 

Overall, Wanda is just excited for the future when it comes to her bakery as it seems to always be increasing with happy customers but also a future where she can be happy and have a romantic relationship with you.

#lizs writing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel insert #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff

[not-a-unique-snowflake-blog]

2023 was fun! It’s my first year reading fan fiction so it’s been one of the horniest and the thirstiest years of my life!😁 I found a lot of amazing people here and this hellsite truly became my home in 2023!💖

I want to say ‘thank you’ to people who made this year very special for me and wish them all wonderful 2024!😘 I came up with some categories so here they are!💖

✨The “OMG” fic of the year

This one goes to Promise /a dragon!Ezra x f!reader/ by @criticallyacclaimedstranger I’m a proud monster fucker but holy hell I surprised myself when I loved this fic so much!🥵 it’s hot and also very sweet and beautifully written!😍❤️ After reading it I had long and thorough discussions about the logistics of dragon fucking with a few people and had the best time!😄

✨The series I love with all my heart

Stay In Bed /pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader/ by @psychedelic-ink is amazing, touching and beautiful! I felt a ton of emotions reading about Joel and reader’s journey to each other. Thank you for writing it, Sil!🫶

✨The “I’m too old for this, my heart nearly stopped” fic of 2023

Every Inch pt 3 /m!ghostface x f!reader/ by @toxicanonymity was so hot that it nearly killed me😅I had to open the window to get some fresh air cos reading it made me dizzy with hyperventilation. I survived thus I strongly recommend to TRY THIS AT HOME‼️

✨The loveliest co-writer of 2023

@milla-frenchy my friend, my twin, my co-writer💖 your support gave me confidence to come out with my own writing which wasn’t easy😅 thank you!🫂 It’s always a pleasure to write with you and I hope to continue our creative journey in 2024. I love you, baby! Check out her masterlist! It’s gold!🥵🥵🥵

✨The most unhinged reader

@gracieispunk created a reader so unhinged, badass and hot that she sometimes overshadows Maintenance Man!Joel himself!😍 Tenant Girl takes what she wants and I love her for it‼️💖

✨My man, my love, my everything

Do you have an emotional support character who can make you feel happier, safer, calmer when you simply think about them? I do thanks to @toxicanonymity ! Nightwalks Joel is my most favourite fictional man! The first, the best, the hottest! HELL YEAH!🍆🧎🏼‍♀️🐆

✨“If horrible, why so hot” character

Joel from the Wrong Way series by @romana-after-dark wins this one! This Joel is one of the darkest I’ve ever read and he makes me feral and I love him!😵‍💫🥵

✨The most read fic of 2023

Liquid Gold /Joel Miller x fem!pregnant!reader x Tommy Miller/ by @gasolinerainbowpuddles is my breastfeeding kink Bible and simply an extremely hot fic! no joke I thought of pinning it on my blog cos I searched for it that often. Just thinking about it now makes me feel like a reread is due!😵‍💫🫠

Also thank you, Puddles, for your hilarious memes!😆👏 you’re a treasure!💖

✨The most unique series

Muddy Waters /Ezra x F!Reader x Joel Miller/ by @bonezone44 blew me away this year! Its characters are complex, the plot is fascinating and unique, it’s like a diamond that shines differently when you look at it from a new angle❤️

✨DDDNE fic of the year

Whatever You Want /Comandante Veracruz x Reader/ by @iamasaddie is a non-con masterpiece! It’s not easy to keep the realism of the situation and still make it hot, but this story has a perfect balance of both!🥵🖤

Also Aly, thank for being such a great friend!💖 You’re hilarious, kind, gorgeous and a super talented writer and artist!😍👏 I love you!😘

✨My favourite writer of 2023

I dearly love many writers on this site. But this title goes to @toxicanonymity without a doubt❤️

You made this year for me, Toxy! I’ll never be normal about your writing, your talent, your characters, your kindness, your heart😍 Every series, every story of yours is perfect! Thank you for everything you gave me and all of us this year! I love you, friend!💖🫂😘

✨My favorite people in 2023

My moots, my lovelies, my friends! Y’all made me laugh, cry happy tears, thirst, FEEL things like I’ve never felt before! I LOVE YOU ALL💖 @missannwinchester @milla-frenchy @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @neverwheremoonchild @lumoverheaven @multiversed-daydreamer @beefrobeefcal @lunitawrites @rubyfruitjungle @xdaddysprincessxx @ellasinnombre @princessanglophile @romanarose @gasolinerainbowpuddles @noxturnalpascal @gracieispunk @ghoulettesinspace @janaispunk @funnygirlthatgab @jupiter-soups @seratuyo

Special smooches to my wifey @missannwinchester who has to deal with my nonsense every single day😅😘😘😘 LOVE YOU, SWEETIE🫂❤️

If you feel you should be on the list and I missed you, you’re absolutely right and I deserve a good spanking for not including you!😏

HAVE AWESOME 2024 Y’ALL!!! WOOOOOO!🥳🎊✨💖💖💖

#my thanks for 2023 #love you all #thank you all #❤️🫂😘😍 #I’m finishing it up tipsy cos it’s 2024 here already so sorry for any fuck ups

[jamiedc-they-them]

BEING JOEL’S SURVIVING CHILD AND AN OLDLER SIBLING TO ELLIE PART 1:

CW: Normal Last of Us Swearing/Violence; mention of suicidal thoughts

Sarah and you were best friends. Being twins did that to you.

You were in sync with each other, and you would team up to freak your dad out all the time.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a twin, dad!” You would say to him when he asked you to stop.

Whatever you wrote, she always hyped it up. She was proud of her twin.

You both stayed up to celebrate your dads birthday.

You both got the money for the watch.

When the apocalypse starts, Sarah goes in front. She’s the fighter, you’re not.

“Dad?” You ask you father when you leave to the car.

“We’ll be ok, baby. I promise.”

You see, but Sarah isn’t so lucky.

There’s a shift in you after that. You fall into a pit.

You’re a fighter, a brutal one.

Your dad and you almost lose yourselves.

Tommy’s heart breaks as he sees how far you’ve gone because of the pain.

He leaves for the firefly’s but offers for you to go with him.

There’s a spark of your humanity when he asks, but you decline. He leaves things off better with you then Joel.

This humanity sometimes appears in the small stories you write.

Joel doesn’t like taking you on jobs, but your size is an advantage.

Tess cares for you like one of her own. Constantly calls you “what we’re fighting for and still keeping ourselves around for.”

It doesn’t make you feel as special as she intends, but it’s a nice gesture if nothing else.

She too tries to encourage your writing. She tries to find material for you. Sometimes Joel does too.

On one run, you meet a girl. A spirited girl named Ellie.

You don’t exactly get along like a house on fire, but you also aren’t cold to her either.

She’s someone you’re taking as cargo, sure. But she’s human.

“He always like this?” She asks you, referencing your dad.

“Most of the time, yeah.” You answer.

“Great.”

You get used to it,” you assure.

Her face doesn’t hold a smile, but she’s grateful internally for your assurance, and just for making conversation with her.

When you get to your hideout, your dad sleeps. Leaving you and Ellie awake.

“So, what is there to do?”

“I normally sit here, watching people.”

“...Can I join?”

“Sure,” you move to make space for her. She notes how you have a little pad and pencil, along with how you curl into yourself; you seem more natural, more relaxed.

“So, now what?”

“Now, I normally just watch people as they go. Sometimes write some ideas in here,” at ‘here’ you gesture to your notepad.

“About them?” she points outside.

You start to shake your head, then pause and look up, “sometimes. Most of the time, just ideas for stories. Sometimes I try and give them backstories.”

“Have you ever read Savage Starlight?”

“When I was younger, sure. Used to write my own little fics about them.”

She chuckles, though in interest, “that’s pretty cool.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on your face, “didn’t think so at the time. But, yeah, they were. One time, Sarah and I made up our own characters,” you don’t even clock the name drop of your dead sister, too clouded with the happiness of the memory, “just, acted out scenes for hours.”

“Sounds like fun,” her voice softens; she knows about Sarah, but she doesn’t say that. She’s lost people too after all.

“Yeah,” you say, “yeah, it was.”

She smiles a bit. She hasn’t had a friend in a longtime. Not since Riley. Though, the feelings for her ran in a different way. She doesn’t want to have you in the way she had a crush on her best friend. She just wants a friend.

You see her infection, and become guarded. But you see the conviction on her face when she says to you about being immune.

Hope is something you rarely let yourself feel, but you did in this moment. Maybe all the pain would be worth something if you could do this. Redemption could be yours.

Joel notices a push and pull with you. You’ll find yourself talking to Ellie, bonding with her, only to then pull away or stop yourself. You’re protective of her too, putting yourself in front of her when in danger. Though, she saves you too, killing zombies that have grabbed you or warning you about on coming ones.

For the first time in a while, Joel sees you smile when she brushes off Joel’s advice and crosses over the beam.

Then…then Tess dies. Both can tell it hurts you. It’s why Joel bans it from conversation.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie says to you, then goes by Joel’s rule.

When walking to Bill’s, she walks near you. She doesn’t say anything, but she hopes her presence can mean something.

Part of it does make her feel a bit safer, and makes the loss of Riley more easy; someone is nearby to just silently say “I’m here”

You give her a small smile in one moment of silence. She returns it, but she sees you’re thankful, not fully being alone with it all.

She just nods, she’s glad it’s helping and that you’re here too silently doing the same thing for her.

When she plays with the fireflies, there’s a smile on your face at her innocence in that moment. Even you have to admit, there’s a beauty to them and this world, despite everything.

Joel’s smile softens a bit when he looks at you. He knows Ellie is filling that void that losing Sarah left for you as well. He can see, with the way you then clear your throat and turn around, that it’s scaring you as much as it is him.

You both made a silent vow to never discuss it, but now that wound is being ripped open, the more you let Ellie in.

Joel knows Bill better than you, but you still warn Ellie about how the man can be.

When Ellie tells you both about the game, you don’t correct her on the (admittedly) small moments of incorrect information. She looks at you with glee, then asking you about it. About the other characters. And you’re honest with what you can remember. Twenty years of survival made you forget a lot of your old life.

You both work together, and it’s the first time the three of you have some (albeit slightly chaotic giving everything going on in the situation) level of synchronization. Ellie throwing you both ammo (she never actually pestered you for a gun, which you’re thankful for), Joel covering you; you giving Ellie a boost up, covering her as best you could, her giving you both warnings. It works.

You chuckle at her comments to Bill. You can see your father finds humour in them too, even if he won’t let himself show it.

When it comes to the bloater, Joel makes sure you get up there as well. Just in case.

With Frank, you find the note and give it to your dad.

“Jesus. Alright, thanks, kid.”

You leave it to him to decide what to do with it.

Despite her assurance that she knows how to pop a clutch, she does ask you in a whisper which one that is. You point if out for her.

“Actually. Y/N, why don’t you get in the car with Ellie? You drive.”

“Oh, c’mon?! Seriously?!” Ellie protests, despite trusting you and all. She thought it would be cool.

“How about you cover us from in there?” You say, bringing out your pistol and handing it to her.

“Y/N, no. That - that ain’t exactly what I had in mind for —“ your dad begins to protest himself. Damn it, he’s gone back in time with how you used to be with Sarah. Rebellious.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Ellie says as she takes the pistol, “I fucking love this plan! Get in, partner!” You do so, and pop the clutch, though almost stall the fucking thing.

“It’s been a while,” you use as an excuse.

“Weren’t you like my age when the world went to shit?”

“…Fair point.”

“I did let them drive once after a run,” Joel says as himself and Bill get ready to push the car.

“Joel…Not. The. Fucking. Time.” He says.

Ellie is a decent shot to be fair. So that’s something, at least.

Still, you make it through the town, and say goodbye to your ‘uncle’ Bill. He just tells you to fuck off when he hears that. You flip him off, not seeing Ellie also join you in that.

You’re her friend, she’s gonna back you up however she can. That, and despite him getting you a car, guy was somewhat of a dick to her, so.

She shows you the magazine, you just laugh. Even harder when she reveals she was just fucking with Joel with her questions.

She moves up to the front after seeing you fall asleep. Joel even pulls over so they both can get you laying down.

“They’re a deep sleeper,” Ellie comments.

“Yeah. Yeah, they ain’t been able to for a long time.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good that they still can though, right?” She asks.

“It is,” it’s the softest Ellie’s heard him speak since she’s met you both. And you look the softest you have yet. Guard completely let down.

Before getting back in the car, she makes sure to put your pistol back in your backpack.

They’re quiet with the music as they drive. It lulls Ellie off to sleep.

When the ambush happens, you wake up at the last minute, meaning it’s a blur to you. It almost gets you killed. After Joel saves Ellie, he sees you almost knocked out. That same fatherly rage overtakes him, and he is brutal with his kill. Ellie, meanwhile, helps move you to some cover, giving you some alcohol and cloth to clean the wounds later. She doesn’t ask if you’re ok, knowing that your now bloodied face is enough of an answer.

As Joel looks for supplies, she helps you with your face.

“You ever have things like this happen when you were younger?” She asks, trying to distract you from the sting you feel.

“To be honest, not really. Sarah and I would sometimes take a fall, that was the extent of our injuries most of the time. Though once or twice we’d get in a fight at school.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Some arsehole or something. We’d hear it, the other wouldn’t, then we’d just see red.”

“Must’ve been nice, having someone watch your back like that.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Well,” she says, pouring a bit more alcohol onto the cloth before dabbing it on your cut on your face, “for as long as we’re on this road trip together, I’ve got your back.”

“You have so far,” you say, and she smiles, “and I’ve got yours too. You’re a good kid. I, uh, I hope you can save the world with this immune thing.”

“It’d be good. I mean, most’ve the kids I knew were never that special in general. I never was in school,” you chuckle a bit - neither were you, “but this might mean something.”

“You want my advice?” She nods, putting the cloth and very little remaining alcohol away in her back pack, and handing you yours from the jeep as you stand up, “you’re already a good person, I’d say that’s special enough for a world like this. Just…try not to lose that, ok?”

The sincerity with your advice makes her nod genuinely, “I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will,” you ruffle her hair, “now, c’mon. Think dad might’ve gotten lost during our bonding time.”

She chuckles, but stays a bit behind you before following, she mules on your words. Of saying ‘dad’ and calling it ‘bonding’ time. In FEDRA, they always talked about them all being siblings, but most were just arseholes. But, you’re the first two people who have treated her like a person. Aside from Riley, but she knows how she felt about her isn’t how she feels about either of you - besides, the age difference is just a big no - but she cares about you both. And you’re more open of your care with her. Joel is more through action and small stories.

She follows, after that short moment of contemplation.

With Joel’s vague “I’ve been on both sides” she does lump you in with that as well. Not that she blames you, Joel is the only family you have left. So she gets why you haven’t left his side.

With the whistling, Joel at first thinks you taught it to her, but you say to him that it’s “all her.”

You do smile a bit at it, knowing she now has a trump card against your dad.

You had the puppy dog eyes, Ellie has the whistle.

You swear you hear you dad grumble under his breath about this same idea.

With the hotel, Joel is separated from you both. You just tell her to “stay close” and she does.

She’s panicking, but at least she isn’t alone.

You witness her killing the man who was fighting Joel. You can tell she’s shaken. You try to comfort her, but her anger at Joel makes her ignore it when she snaps at him.

Things are a bit cold for a moment as go through the rest of the hotel. But then he asks her to cover you both.

“How can I do that for both of you?” She asks, a bit worried of letting you guys down.

“We’ll be smart,” Joel assures as you check your ammo, “besides, if anyone’s gonna be caught, it’s gonna be me.”

“Why’s that?” She asks. Joel looks back at you for a moment, and leans closer to Ellie.

“Feeling my age,” he says. She smirks, but doesn’t say anything. She’ll keep that between them.

Joel jumps first, thanking her in his own way for saving him. After she says he’s welcome, she then looks to you, “I meant what I said,” she tells you.

“I know you did. You’ve got this,” you assure, before jumping down yourself.

“I’ve got this,” she says to herself softly, getting in position, “I’ve got this.”

She does. She really does.

You give her a nod when she’s smart with the pistol, pocketing it. You even share some of your ammo with her.

With Henry and Sam, Ellie notices you distancing yourself a little. You are, to be honest, but oddly it’s Henry who catches you out on it.

“Afraid you’ll lose your sister?” He says, as you all wait in his office to go on the night run.

“Guess it’s best to lose her to a friend than the whole permanent thing,” he notices how you: a) don’t correct him; and b) play with your fingers a bit. He nods, seemingly understanding why you’re being a bit distant now.

“I get what you mean,” he decides to say, “I haven’t seen Sam that happy in a while.”

You nod. Then move the conversation on. Which Henry understands.

You find yourself becoming friends with him quite easily. You both bond over your previous lives and the old world.

It seems to maybe be at an end when he ditches Joel, and Ellie joins you both. But he makes a valid point about him wanting his brother safe and how if the tables would be reversed, would it be the same outcome? He came back, after all.

Being split up in the sewers, Ellie is scared truly for the first time, being away from you both at the same time.

She hears gunshots and just hopes it’s both of you. She lets out a massive sigh of relief when she sees that it is, “thank god,” she says.

As you continue your journey, Ellie sees more of this nostalgic side to you; pointing things out for them that they don’t understand, but you, Joel, and Henry, do.

She finds it odd, and feels a bit left out, but there is a life to your eyes as you laugh about whatever the newest nostalgia object or idea was.

“Hey,” she says to you as you both search a house, “we’re ok, right?”

“Yeah,” you say instantly, “course.”

“Ok, good. That’s good.”

“You’re allowed to have friends, Ellie.”

“I know. I know…But, I’m not replacing you or anything —“

“Ellie,” you say, pausing from looking in a cupboard to look to her, “we’re good, I promise.”

“Ok,” she says, “seems you and Henry are tight.”

“Yeah,” you say, “yeah, he’s a good guy. Aside the whole abandoning thing.”

“He was good with me in the sewers,” she says, “he;s a good guy.”

“He is,” you affirm both her and your previous words.

“Do you…like him? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Nah, he’s just a good guy. Besides, was never into any of that myself.”

“Oh. That’s cool.”

“Yep. What about you, you into any of the whole romantic thing?”

Her mouth opens, and the story of her and Riley almost comes out, but she doesn’t say that. Instead, she says, “not with Sam. Or his whole…thing.”

“Gender?” She nods, “Hm. Cool.”

She feels glad she told someone. It’s another one of those bonding moments. There’s more trust now.

Then Henry and Sam die. You’re just frozen. So is she. Joel goes to the youngest, trying to get Ellie out of her state first. It takes a moment, before she is. Then they both look to you. Your hands are shaking, and you’ve curled into a ball at the wall.

“Careful,” Joel says, “Actually, stay here,” she does, but her worried and tear filled eyes stay on you.

She can’t hear what he says to you, but it takes a moment for you to look at him. You then fall into his arms. He holds you as you cry.

You stand up with him, avoiding looking at the bodies of your dead friends as best you can, before you or go over to Ellie.

“Come on,” you say, voice quiet, and wobbly. She takes your hand, and notes how you keep holding it as you leave.

As you near Tommy’s dam, she sees that it’s hurt you. You clean yourself off in a more shallow part of the water. You’re quieter. Not dispondant, but in your own head more. Like with Tess, only this was a death you saw. Joel’s worried too, you haven’t been like this since Sarah. And that quietness lasted for a few years, then turned into anger. He doesn’t want to see you go through that again.

Every so often, when you’re too much in your head or about to miss something like a jump or whatever, she will either call out your name, or put a hand on your arm to bring you back to the present. She hates how you jump at it.

She brings up the toy burial thing with Joel when she knows you won’t hear it. Even though Joel dismisses it, he does give her a ‘thank you’ a bit further ahead.

You both meet Tommy again, and those feelings of being an outsider and abandonment come up again.

She guesses this is how you felt for a moment with Sam and her, though she doesn’t have someone to talk to this time about anything. Maria tries, but it’s not the same.

Joel goes off with Tommy, and you find yourself going to the stables. Maria takes Ellie for some food. You’re all separated.

In the stable, you allow yourself a moment of vulnerability. With one horse, it approaches you and nudges you. You cry, and it comforts you, nuzzling against you. It’s sweet, and you allow yourself to feel the toll of everything. To not hide it anymore.

Maria radios later whoever it is in the stables, asking for you.

Whoever it is, sends a girl, named Dina, to come get you. She’s nice. She reminds you of Ellie a bit. Empathetic.

She tells you where to go. Offers to take you, but you apologise for taking up her time and go find Ellie.

She sees your eyes being red from crying, but doesn’t ask about it. Maria follows that action.

When the attack comes, you’re on instinct mode. And that has protect within there somewhere. You’re brutal. Ellie’s never seen this side full on. It scares her a bit.

“Are you ok?” Joel asks, getting Ellie calm with her rant. She says she is, but then she looks to you in the corner, sat on the table, blood on parts of your face and jacket, and jeans…you’re not caked in it, but there are splatters of blood on pretty much all of you.

“Y/N…they. They protected me.”

Joel hates that this part has come out again, but he finds himself nodding with Ellie, “yeah,” he says, “can you give us a minute?” She nods, moving aside to let him go to you.

“Dad,” you say, instincts on high and your head shoots up to speak to him, “I had to. I had to keep her safe.”

He’s silent for a minute, trying to find the right words. It’s been a while since you’ve had talks like this, time to actually think about his answer, “I know. You did protect her. But, kid, look at you. I don’t want you to lose yourself to that. I don’t want you to…become who I was.”

“Am I a monster?”

“No, no. God no,” he’s quick and sure of that answer, “just…I think this has taken a toll on you more than it has me.”

You smile a small one, he mirrors it, “guess I’m feeling my age too, huh?”

He snorts, “yeah. I don’t think you’re there yet.”

He’s glad he’s done this. And while he knows leaving Ellie will be hard, he knows this is best. You’re both becoming too attached, and he doesn’t want you to go through that pain again.

To make it easier, Joel asks Maria to get you some fresh clothes and have a wash to try make this easier on himself too. She does so, meaning you have no idea Ellie ran away.

Maria’s gentle with you, not out of fear, but because you’re part of her family, and she sees how much this transfer of having Ellie in your life to not is gonna hurt you.

“Thank you,” she says after you’re dressed and leave the room, “for what you did. I’m sorry it came to that.”

“It’s nothing,” you say, waving it off, “thank you for the clothes and the shower. Haven’t had one like those in god knows how long.”

“Don’t know a good thing til it’s gone, huh?” She says.

“Definitely not,” you say, chuckling, before playing with your fingers a bit.

There’s a beat of silence between you both. Not awkward, just a moment of silence.

“You’re welcome to stay, you know,” she says, “you, Joel, and the kid,” she hates lying, but she’d rather spare you that pain, “there’s some empty houses we’ve got.”

You smile, and there’s a sparkle of life to your eyes. There’s hope.

“I’d like that,” you say.

She goes to say something else, when her radio goes off. It’s Tommy, he was wondering if you could come down to the stables, and that Joel and Ellie are wanting to get another horse for you to get where you want to go.

Internally, she’s relieved. Both for her husband not going, but also for that idea of a happy ending being alive still.

She doesn’t think she’s ever seen someone so hopeful for a happy ending. And, knowing about what Joel and you went through, or all least, what Tommy told her about you both, she doesn’t think there’s someone that deserves one more.

Joel and Ellie agree to keep their little fight a secret too, as they too see how happy you are to be together again as a trio.

Ellie rides on Joel’s horse, you ride your own.

You and your dad both try and explain (American) football to Ellie. God help her, she tries to understand it. To be honest, you barely got it yourself.

Still, this is the closest you three have been. And Joel is pretty happy too. You’ve almost reverted back to how you were, but in a more mature way if that makes sense? You’ve got back your hope and openness, just with this more mature mind now using them.

He even opens up about having Sarah and you pretty young. You never asked him about your mother, he was enough as far as you knew. But, he always said your mother loved you, whatever happened to her. So that was enough for you. Not that you and Sarah didn’t theorize.

While waiting for Joel to reappear to open the gate for you both, you mention that Sarah and her would’ve gotten along really well, and she hopes so. She then asks you about being twins, how it's a bit weird. But you explain to her how you and Sarah weren’t always on the same pages. You were different people, just had your own sibling dynamic. Being the same age, and either of you ever sure of who was the oldest by whoever many minutes, just meant you experienced things at the same time.

When Joel mentions the singing, even you beg him, reminding him of when he did for you and Sarah when younger, “You still remember that, kid?”

“Oh boy, do I. You were a real country singer.”

“I was not.”

“Was too.”

“Was not.”

“Was.

“Not.

“Not.”

“Was.”

“Ha! Got you.”

“Damn it,” Ellie chuckles at you both. Selfishly, she hopes you don’t find the firefly’s, and that she can stay with you. She’ll miss you both a ton.

Though, that wish soon turns into reality. And reality is a nightmare.

Joel gets injured. You both get him out, though barely.

Ellie panics, and you revert back to instinct mode. But this time it’s focused.

You find shelter together, and it’s Ellie this time who lets herself be more open, “what do we do?” She asks, voice trembling a bit in both fear and the coldness. It’s winter.

“I don’t know,” you say, voice neutral.

“You don’t know?”

“You want me to say something else?”

“I want for you to have a plan!”

“Well I don’t fucking have one!”

“Then fucking think of one!”

“Like what?!” She shrinks back a small amount, but still holds your gaze, “Hm?! What do you want me to tell you, Ellie? There’s nothing around here! This whole fucking place has been raided! Maybe we’ll get lucky in our next place. A mall, or something. But, right here? Right here, we have nothing!”

You two don’t talk as you move onto a mall.

“Stay here, I’ll go see if there’s anything,” you say to Ellie, getting your pack ready.

“I’ll go,” she says.

“We can’t both go.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“That’s suicide.”

“I can take care of myself, Y/N,” she says, then grabs your hands in hers, “you use your size to your advantage, I can use mine. You’ve taught me a lot. I can do this. Just, trust me, please?”

You don’t like the idea of this. You’re the older one, you’re the one who is meant to do this. But, you also see how Ellie is pleading. You didn’t even think you taught her a lot, but she’s earnest with her words.

You find yourself nodding; and with her assurance that she’ll be “back in a flash,” she’s gone.

She’s not. It’s a bit longer than that. But she stands corrected that she can take care of herself. She even helps you fend off the hunters that had come looking for you.

She’s determined to keep your father alive. You both work on keeping him that way.

You hand her some alcohol before she does the needle work, “to help keep your hands steady.”

She takes it, it doesn’t taste great, but it does the trick.

You find yourself in a town, hiding in the garage part of a house.

You both communicate through things other than words at this point. You both snuggle close to your dad to share body heat. When one goes on a hunt, the other gives a nod of good luck, sometimes a hug.

One time she takes longer than usual, tells you that she met someone else who gave her some medicine. But that they were “fucking creepy.”

Those creeps come by the next day. You’re awake before Ellie this time. Your rushed moment and knocking something over wakes her up, and she’s alert quickly.

“Stay here, I’ll lead them away.”

“That’s stupid!” She tells you, “You’ll die.”

“Only if they catch me. Look,” you say, crouching down and putting your hands on her shoulders, “I’ll be right back, ok?”

“We both will be,” she says, looking to Joel, “you just don’t die, alright? You motherfucker,” she says to him, before getting up.

“You go one way, I’ll go the other?” She nods at the plan, and you both ride out, before splitting up.

You’re both caught, but David tells her you died. When she rips off his finger, she makes sure it hurts to avenge you.

She gets out, and just mutters to herself, “please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead,” as she tries to make her way back to Joel.

She can’t lose anyone else.

She finds a cell, one with a fresh dead member of David’s crew, “that’s what you get, you sick fucks,” she says to herself. Proud. It means you’re alive.

She gets caught again, and finds herself truly terrified for the first time in a while. She knew people could be cruel in this world, but not like this. Not like David.

When she kills David, she lets it all out. All that anger. All that pain.

Joel finds her, and she’s still in fighting instinct, but calms when she sees it’s Joel.

She breaks down in her father’s arms.

She then remembers you, and pulls away, and only croaks out the start of your name before Joel shushes her.

“We’ll find them, baby girl, we’ll find them.”

It doesn’t take long.

They find you wandering out on your own.

Joel calls out your name, and you spin around with a revolver in your hand. You look dazed.

But you blink a few times, and your father and sister don’t disappear.

You barrel into them, and the three of you just hold each other.

Joel kisses you both on the head, before you then do the same to Ellie.

“Oh, Ellie,” you say, crouching down. You put your hands on her face, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She feels warm in the hug. Safe. Protected.

This is what family is like, she knows it’s true.

It’s people who put their life on the line for each other. And care about each other deeply.

As a family, you leave that horrible town, and onto your final stretch of your journey.

This time, it’s you who pulls Ellie out of her head. Sometimes you call out her name, sometimes you put a hand on her shoulder. Or sometimes, when trying to have banter with her, you ruffle her hair a bit.

She always gives you a small smile, but it doesn’t fool you.

But you also know if you push it, it may push her overboard.

So you just keep near, making sure she eats, and sleeps well.

Most nights, she goes to sleep with you having a protective arm around her, or running your fingers through her hair to calm her down.

You even try and do her hair at one point, it doesn’t go well, but she does give you a ‘thank you’ for the effort.

“Don’t leave,” she says one night, while falling asleep. Joel is long gone for the night, it’s just you both.

“We won’t.”

“But you will, one day.”

“One day, yeah. But that won’t be for a long, long time,” you assure your little sister.

“How do you know?”

“Because, even when I tried to die, it didn’t work.”

“…What?”

“A bit after Sarah. Dad stopped me. It’s what made the mark on my forehead. I missed.”

“I’m glad you did.”

You smile, “yeah, I’m glad I did too.”

She falls asleep, glad to have met you people. Glad to have found a family.

When she almost drowns, you and Joel are panicking. No one is in control of the sitatuion. Your only thoughts are Ellie and making sure she doesn’t die.

You wake up in the hospital. Marlene visits you, and tells you the story she told Joel. But then, over the radio, you hear about Joel breaking out, and Marlene takes you with her, as “collateral,” she says. She does give you an “I’m sorry, kid” but it doesn’t mean anything.

When Joel gets out the elevator, Marlene has a gun to your head and you on your knees.

“This is your kid, Joel. Ellie won’t feeling anything, I promise.”

Joel pauses, and you see him hesitate for a moment.

A gun goes off twice. One with it being held in the air, the other into Marlene’s stomach.

You keep it pointed at her, put Joel then comes back, and holds out his hand, “go check on Ellie.” He knows what the darkness can do to you.

You nod, going to the car and putting her head on your lap.

She wakes up to you, and you smile down at her.

When Joel tells the lie, she looks at you, searching for any sign of bullshit. She does find some, but doesn’t say anything.

The three of yo arrive at Jackson, more alive than ever.

You give her a boost up to Joel when the log falls, then they both help you up. She jokes at you feeling your age one thirty-something when you put a hand to your back.

She then confides in your both about Riley. And swears you both to tell her that what you said was true.

You both do, and try to help her with her guilt over her friends’ deaths.

She knows your lying, but buries it. She knows she has also lied to you at being able to fully keep her innocence. But, that’s just part of growing up, she supposes.

She has you now. A support system. And she doesn’t like the lie. But you two have to each other and her sometimes on the journey, but your care for each other is real. So, she says the only thing she can think of to keep this bond going.

“Ok.”

#last of us x reader #last of us imagine #Ellie Williams x reader #Ellie Williams imagine #Platonic Imagine #Platonic Reader

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I’ll Be Waiting (Thomas Shelby x Time Traveler! Reader)

I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE HOW TO WRITE FOR TOMMY. I'VE ONLY SEEN CLIPS ON YOUTUBE. I'VE YET TO WATCH PEAKY BLINDERS SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. ALSO, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER x READER FIC FOR A CILLIAN CHARACTER.

Warnings: I don't know how to write time travel fics so this is gonna be long. I also don't know how to write Tommy. So, enjoy.

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I had a strange memory from when I was nine years old where I made friends with some kids I never saw again. My parents decided that for winter break, we would visit England for a farmer’s market. I found it boring at such a young age that I ran off when my parents weren’t looking. I got lost in the crowd and when I made my way out, the layout of the town had changed and the market disappeared. I assumed I went down the wrong street. It was dirtier, polluted clouds of thin smoke escaping chimneys and falling down onto the street.  My memory was fuzzy but instead of cars, there were horse-drawn carriages. My nine-year-old self had roamed around the city. It was like I had been taken to the 1890s. I learned from my dad’s obsession with history. To add on, it smelled like it, that was for sure.

Then I got hungry. But with no money in hand, I sat on the sidewalk trying to fight the hunger off. I was only nine and the thought of stealing an apple from the nearest crate crossed my mind. I didn’t have to steal the apple though. Some little kid, around my age, or even older, appeared before me with an apple in hand. I was hesitant to take the apple, of course. I wasn’t dumb, I had common sense when I was a kid. Yet, I took it. I felt like I could trust the kid. The apple wasn’t poisoned. It managed my hunger. I thought the kid would leave afterwards since I had said my thanks. But he didn’t leave and stayed with me.

And what do you know? 

I ended up spending the whole day with the kid. I couldn’t remember their names, but there were two who stuck in my memory. The boy who gave me his apple and his older brother, who was called Arty or something. You couldn’t blame me for trying to remember, I was a young one and didn’t care. My adult memory was blurry.

My parents finally found me, worried sick and was kissy-wissy, trying to hug me. I was fine, completely untouched. Apparently, I had been missing for hours. I told my parents I was with my new friends, but when I turned around to point them out, they were missing. I never thought about it again and assumed it to be a memory.

The only thing that lingered with me was the bright blue eyes from the boy who gave me the apple.

Then I saw the eyes again. Only the next time it happened, I was fifteen years old. 

Once again, my parents thought it was fun to go back for the winter market. And it was boring for me. I was only a teenager. A teenager who was rebellious. And sick. I had a fever when we went, yet my parents dragged me out even though I was a little drowsy on medication to keep my fever down. I ended up running away again, this time to enter a  bar. I had heard Europe had different age restrictions. 

Somehow, I wound up finding myself back in the smelly part of town again. It was cold, as always, and the market disappeared. I couldn’t find my parents or the hotel. I was stuck roaming around wherever the heck I was. I couldn’t remember. I was too drugged up on name-brands medicine to even focus on my surroundings.

Then I found that kid again, only he was older, and he found me. Those eyes though remained the same and they pierced my soul.

Much wasn’t said. He was quiet, kind of gentle, and slightly intimidating. He was a  lot different than the small boy I met six years ago. He took me onto the street, far from the alley I was slumped in, and got me washed up in a horse drinking trough. He dunked me in it, trying to clear my head up, but it felt like he was trying to drown me. 

It didn’t work, of course. He didn’t drown me and I lived throughout the night. I got a taste of real whiskey he stole from a pub for me. It burned my throat, and my soberness. The rest of the memory was blurry, but I remembered a deep, soothing voice keeping me calm all night, and a strong arm wrapped around me. 

I spent the other day with him too, but only until the afternoon. By then, I had lost him and instead found my parents who claimed I was missing.

The old framed photos in the crate were dusty. My thumb prints were scattered all over the thin sheet of glass protecting these vintage photographs from the 1920s. The photo was monochrome, an image of a man with his arm around the waist of someone else. They looked kind of like me, only the image was blurred out, I couldn’t tell. The crates the photos came in were packed up in Birmingham in 1919 and were due to be delivered to me this very day. Whoever sent them knew who I was. They had my name, my age, and even my birthday down. Whoever it was, they knew me too well.

Another photo seemed to prove me crazy.

It was me, smiling and holding my hand out towards whoever was taking the photo. You could see the hand under the tarp that was sticking out. It was one of those classic photos, the vintage kind that included gunpowder. 

I was a little older, around 29 years of age. I felt old. I had moved to England since my childhood memories prompted me to do so. Seeing as these crates came from Birmingham, I decided to take a vacation.

The ride wasn’t too long and before I knew it, I was searching for where the crates had come from. I scoured every crook and nanny, every pub, every building and had no luck. No one had any history of the crates. Tired, I sat down in an alley that seemed so familiar to me, like I had been here. But it was a burning memory, something of a false dream from my childhood.

I closed my eyes for a second. It was just a quick close and open, a blink if you will.

I wasn’t where I used to be. Or when I used to be. The cars driving by were old models, the very first, the motor cars as they called it. My jaw dropped. People walked by in old fashion that was beyond my time. One man was even wearing a monocle. An officer was on a horse and his voice was loud as he yelled at some people. It was insane! It was like I was ripped out of my time like a page and taped somewhere else!

I screamed and scrambled out. Bystanders stared at me strangely. Their eyes wouldn’t move off of me. They knew I didn’t belong here and they kept staring. I wasn’t dressed like it was the 1920s. I stepped out onto the road in a panic. It was like a movie. Was I in a movie?

With my mind trying to solve the puzzle, I didn’t see that I stepped into the street out of panic. I didn’t see the car. It honked at me. I was taken out of my thoughts, but like a deer in the headlights, I couldn’t move, frozen with fear as that car approached me. Which was stupid of me, because just mere seconds ago, I was running around, but now that I saw the car, I was frozen! It was there that I realized, I left the oven on before I left. 

A strong grip grabbed my arm right before I was about to get hit and pulled me onto the sidewalk. I doubted I was going to get hit since the car was slowing down. The man in the car was yelling at me for acting so stupidly, but I was too entranced by familiar bright blue eyes. I nervously swallowed. I had only seen those beautiful eyes in my dreams, my memories that were just too foggy.

“Um, hi?” I replied. “D-do we know each other or something?” He sighed.

“We do.” My jaw felt like dropping. His voice made me tremble. Clearly, genetics did him good. The little kid I remembered from what was a fever dream to me, had grown up.

“Do you remember me?” I asked softly, tilting my head. Was it all real, those dreams? The man heavily sighed.

“I’ve been waiting,” he replied. “But if we’re gonna keep talking, (Name) and reminiscing, I’d rather do it somewhere else.” 

“Can you, uh, explain on the way what the heck is happening here!?” I exclaimed in a lowered voice. It was clear Bright Eyes wanted this to be under the covers. Something was scaring him. I needed answers and I wasn’t settling for a no. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me off, causing me to yelp lightly.

“You keep doing this, from nine to fifteen, to right now, no matter how old you are,” the man explained. “I can’t comprehend it, but you keep coming back, and it’s clear you don’t belong here. Who are you really?” I sighed.

“Apparently you know my name.”

“I know who you are, (Name). I wasn’t asking that.”

“Then I can’t answer.” Bright Eyes sighed. He continued to lead me through this  old fashioned town. It didn’t feel dreamlike and very real. It smelled very real, like horses and smoke. My heart raced, realizing this was all real. I looked over to the man holding my hand.

“D-did I time travel?”

“You did. And I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, so you’ll be staying under my protection until this sorts itself out.” I nodded, listening to his words, then I gasped.

“I’ll be what?!”

Two whole weeks. That’s how long I was stuck living with Thomas Shelby. I wasn’t stuck living in a shed while figuring out how I slipped through time and how Tommy was connected to me. I had my own room in his house. No one bothered me at all. The house felt empty even though his family was big and felt alone. I rarely saw him. It was different when we had dinner. It’d be just the two of us because he didn’t trust anyone else with me and he talked a lot, his eyes lighting up whenever he saw me. And when his icy gaze met my eyes, my heart would flutter. 

Then one night, I had to ask the question.

“So um, Tommy, why did you let me stay?” I asked, breaking the silence. Tommy stopped eating, but quickly picked it up again. He was sitting next to me, but typically he sat across, at the head of the table. Dinner was too quiet. Tommy came home without a word, ignoring me until dinner finally arrived, and even then we didn’t talk. Not until now.

“I let you stay because I felt the need to,” he muttered. His focus was on the soup his aunt cooked. She had asked what I liked and made it for dinner. Something was up. “You were lost, I knew you, and I lended a hand. If I didn’t know who you were, I would’ve left you in the streets.” I scoffed.

“I met you twice before,” I said. “Why take me in regardless? Judging by the way you are with other people, you don’t seem to like people, only your family and me.” 

His body language completely changed.

Thomas sat up, sighing. He put down his spoon. I saw his jaw tighten, like he was about to spill all the secrets of the universe, and he deeply inhaled, his chest expanding. I nervously swallowed. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“You came in,” he said, “a long time ago when we were young. I didn’t think much about it, (Name). I just thought you were a ghost. And it turns out you are with those sudden disappearances. You keep coming back. You haunt my mind.” My cheeks flustered.

“Even now?” I asked. Did he believe in fate? I wanted to ask about that.

“Even now.”

“Tommy?”

“Yes?” 

“Do you like-.”

“Yes, I do like you,” he replied. My heart skipped a beat. Was he messing with me? “I like you a lot. How long did it take you to come up with those words? I’m not one for feelings, but I know you and I have been having them. I’ve come to realize that I developed feelings for you.” My jaw dropped. He admitted it, and it was like he was reading my mind. He was sitting so close to me, I bet he could read my mind. 

“Do you feel the same?” he asked. His hand slowly moved, placing itself on mine. I didn’t flinch or push it off. “I didn’t read you wrong?” I sighed. I knew if I fell for Tommy, I wouldn’t have reason to return to my timeline, assuming that was possible. “Do you?”

“I do.” That was it, my confession. His eyes lit up. 

“Are you telling the truth? Are you being honest?” he asked, leaning in. The cigarette scent that followed Tommy filled my nostrils. I blushed.

“I am being honest,” I said. “Completely, Tommy.”  I put my hand on top of his, and we had a stacked hand sandwich going on. Of course, Tommy pulled back and held both my hands. For someone so cold, he was warm. My cheeks heat up to match the same temperature. 

Words weren’t said for what followed in the next moment. It just happened. I couldn’t stop it.

I leaned in and Tommy was leaning in, causing the obvious to happen. My lips softly touched his. I thought it’d be a small kiss, but it wasn’t. Tommy cupped both my cheeks, bringing me in closer. His lips were gentle, kissing me back with passion. I couldn’t control myself, practically melting at his touch and kissing Tommy back. There was a moment where time seemed to stop. It was just Tommy and I, kissing and holding each other.

Then he pulled back, his lips lingering towards mine. 

“Whatever happens, I’ll still love you,” he whispered, causing me to blush. I slowly nodded. “If you slip back, I’m gonna be here still, and I’ll be waiting for you to come back.” My heart fluttered. I could tell he was being genuine. So I kissed him, holding my lips against his before pulling back.

“I love you too,” I said, smiling. “I’m not going anywhere. I  don’t think time could keep us apart.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders one shot #x reader #long post #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #duckiewritez #romance #cheesy #short #cillian murphy

[canonicallyobserving911]

Anti Bucktommy

Eddie deserves better than that raggedy storyline he was handed.

Don't read below the cut if you ship bucktommy because this is an ANTI-BUCKTOMMY ZONE!

Full Disclosure: Eddie is my favorite character and IMO the way he was charcterized in 7x4 was horrifically horrible.

It's been a few hours since the episode aired and I believe I'm finally at a place where I can articulate how damn angry I am about the way EDDIE DIAZ was treated throughout the episode.

Before it aired, I was still on the fence regarding if I should watch live because I didn't want Buck and Eddie to argue/fight but I sure as hell didn't want either of them to get injured. I really tried to keep an open mind about Buck’s storyline but I'm not sure how to process the fact that they made Eddie out to be the villain for the third time. First it was the lawsuit, then it was Buck's coma dream where he was charcterized as "Angry" and now this. He was the one injured but Tommy had to tell Buck to call Eddie and he was just like "ok" when pre-Tommy Buck would have taken Eddie to the hospital and stayed with him until he was better. But it appears everyone forgot how Buck dropped everything to take care of Eddie and Chris after Eddie’s breakdown since Buck finally kissed a guy.

Eddie

So... first things first. Eddie FINALLY ADMITTED HE'S TAKEN but when did that happen because Marisol has been on screen for like 5.098 seconds in 4 episodes. Second, why didn't Eddie ask her to babysit Chris? I mean if they're in a committed relationship or whatever, then shouldn't he have asked her? That would have made more sense but if he had then he wouldn't have been able to ask Buck to do it. And finally, why was his actions towards Buck made to seem like he was intentionally being mean? The pre-7x4 Eddie Diaz wouldn't have done that because he knows how self-deprecating Buck can be. Reminder he called Buck Evan first and it wasn't like he was trying to put him in his place like Tommy was and will do. Tommy's actions towards Buck didn't show that he even liked him since he was dismissive but this isn't about that, it's about Eddie.

Now, I still can't tell if Eddie's actions were supposed to be funny or WTF but the way they had him acting like he was inconsiderate towards Buck’s feelings was just WRONG! Furthermore making it seem like he was using him and rubbing his nose in it since he had a new friend was NOT OK! FYI, the way everything played out validated some of those Facebook moms' thoughts because they've already posted that they believe Eddie uses Buck to babysit for him so he can go out and have fun 👀.

Additionally, Eddie was shown to be the one Buck’s affection... no fuck that, LOVE was directed towards only for Buck to literally injure him and ACT like he did it because he wanted to be with fucking Tommy Kinard? I call BULLSHIT and at this point I don't like Buck very much right now because of the way he acted in this episode.

Showing Eddie using Buck to babysit Chris and talking at him and ignoring him while he was hanging out with the guy who basically called Buck stupid and unbelievable to his face was just bad writing. Of course there will be those who say, "Let the story play out because it was just one episode" but the audience has been here before waiting for Buck to finally get it and nothing changed except he's dating a man now. None of this was ok and even though Maddie told him don't do it again, that was fine I guess but what in the actual fuck was this raggedy ass storyline? There was a better way to handle this without making Eddie the villian.

If all Tim Minear wanted to do was set Buck up with someone other than Eddie, then he could have picked a better character than Tommy. Also, there's an article that indicates he was planning to bring Lucy back for this storyline and it's ridiculous. She already put her lips on Buck without his permission and Tommy did the same thing and so did Taylor.

At this point, I don't know how to feel about Buck. But I do care about Eddie who was called "Angry" in Buck’s coma dream and who Buck actually fucking physically injured during a basketball game because he's jealous that Eddie was hanging out with Tommy.

I can't support a toxic relationship and that's what I saw happening between Buck and Tommy in 7x4.

IMO, The math ain't mathing and this is... not good storytelling.

#EddieDeservesBetter

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #anti eddiemarisol #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #anti tommy kinard #Anti bucktommy #anti marisol #oliver stark #ryan guzman #Eddie deserves better

[bouncydragon]

Unusual Judgement

So, I finished this somewhat silly "little" fic a while ago but was nervous about posting it anywhere (still am tbh). The title is not set, actually, it's just the most decent one I could think of instead of the placeholder I had previously. Well, anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy x Alfie

Word count: 2195

Summary: In which Alfie comes to Tommy's mansion but has to face judgement by someone very important to Tommy first before getting to the fun activities. Needless to say he thinks it's ridiculous but still he will humour Tommy.

Warnings: None, I think... It's just silly and soft.

AO3

“This is utterly ridiculous,” Alfie complained as Tommy practically dragged him towards the stables of his country estate.

Alfie had only arrived at Arrow House perhaps ten minutes ago, with a clear plan in mind of what to do with his time here, but apparently Tommy had an entirely different idea of how they should spend their already limited time together. At least for the time being, which was still an unfortunate development. Alright, perhaps Alfie was exaggerating a little bit but still, he could think of lots of things they could be doing instead.

They didn’t get to see each other as much as they wanted, and especially not in Tommy’s own home. It was—usually anyway—clandestine meetings in not too fancy hotels; hotels where they knew nobody would rat on them, or even bat an eye at two men (that very well may be walking a tad too close to each other) going up to the same room to spend the night. There was the rare occasion of them meeting at Alfie’s own house in Camden Town but he had fairly nosy neighbours, and another man staying with him overnight would probably cause rumours to spread like a fucking wildfire. Which in and of itself Alfie didn’t give much of a fuck about but if those rumours would reach the ears of his or Tommy’s enemies, they would be in a whole lot of trouble, as a thing like this was perfect leverage against either of them. And it would be far easier for those fuckers to have them arrested by the coppers for fucking sodomy than to try and take Alfie and Tommy out themselves. They would need proof of course, and Tommy and him were fairly good liars (or bullshitters, whatever), but it would still be a bad situation for them and it was doubtful they’d be able to ever shake the rumours after it, so they didn’t want to take any risks; at least not more than already anyway.

Either way, the invitation to stay at Tommy’s mansion over the weekend had come as quite the surprise for Alfie but also he liked the slight change in their routine and the chance to spend more than a mere few hours or a night with Tommy. He still was a bit worried about it though, about the possibility of Tommy’s family catching them mostly. But his housekeeper Frances was nice and also apparently knew what was going on here actually, judging by the knowing smile she had given Alfie upon his arrival. She hadn’t commented on anything and Tommy seemed to trust her a lot, so Alfie was quite sure she would keep their little secret safe.

And seriously, Alfie was looking forward to this weekend, but the start of it was certainly quite odd. He should be used to Tommy’s sometimes unpredictable behaviour by now, though usually that meant rage and anger and not… this. He’d even go so far to call it eccentric, at least in this very circumstance.

“They’re a good judge of character,” Tommy said, like it made any sense to anyone but himself. He didn’t look back at Alfie as he said that but, thanks to the privacy of his own property, still held Alfie’s hand. Which Alfie did not mind at all, to be honest, he just wished Tommy wouldn’t drag so much.

Alfie rolled his eyes, trying to keep up with Tommy’s rather crisp pace. He was undoubtedly excited, which was an interesting thing to witness. “You already know my fucking character.”

Tommy shrugged and just kept on dragging Alfie towards the horses that were grazing out on the pasture.

“Tommy, treacle,” Alfie tried, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Are you actually telling me that you put more weight on a bloody horse’s opinion of someone than on your own?”

“They’re good judges of character,” Tommy repeated matter-of-factly, not making any more sense this time around.

“Alright,” Alfie sighed. “I’ll humour you. So, hypothetically, if the horse doesn’t approve of me, what will happen? Will you just break this off? Send me on my merry fucking way and return to business as usual?”

“No, of course not,” Tommy answered, finally stopping his infuriating dragging. He looked at Alfie with those bright blue eyes that he knew very well drove Alfie crazy. “You’ll just have to… spend more time with them, charm them.” He grinned. “You know, how you’d do with the parents of someone you love.”

Alfie pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “You are fucking ridiculous, mate.”

“And yet you love me, Alfie.”

“Do I?” Alfie couldn’t believe this man. Mad, just mad. Which, coming from him, said a fucking lot. “I might have to rethink that.”

Tommy let go of his hand, crossing his arms over his chest. He quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, and just looked at Alfie. Just looked at him with those bright blue eyes. A piercing look, quite intense. It was the kind of look Tommy used when negotiating with someone, be it a potential business partner or an enemy. Alfie liked that look, and the way others caved under it, which unfortunately included him in this instance.

He sighed. “Alright, I do. But you are still fucking ridiculous, Tommy.”

Tommy just smirked triumphant. Alfie shook his head; and people called him a madman.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Alfie decided. “I have better things to do, like getting those clothes off you and fuck you senseless.”

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “Patience is a virtue, darling,” he said softly as he took Alfie’s hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze just because he could.

Alfie rolled his eyes and let Tommy lead him onto the pasture. He liked the feel of Tommy’s hand in his, to be completely honest. Mostly because they didn’t get to do that very often.

Ever since this thing between them started (they had only very recently started to call it an actual relationship), Alfie had made the surprising discovery that Tommy liked touching, a lot. He always needed to touch Alfie in some way. It wasn’t possible at all in public, and also not when they were alone but there was the possibility of someone walking in on them, like when they were in either of their offices. Alfie got the impression that it bothered Tommy to not be able to touch him, even in the simplest, smallest way imaginable. They usually opted for being just a little too close to each other but it obviously wasn’t the same. So when they finally got some time alone, Tommy could absolutely not keep his hands off Alfie.

Actually, Alfie would even go so far to say that Tommy could get quite needy, in private anyways. Always needing to touch and be close, somehow having forgotten the concept of personal space; not that Alfie minded, alright. He actually quite liked it because it was such a drastically different side of the usually so cold and ruthless Tommy Shelby—a side that perhaps not even his own family got to see often, if at all. He could be so sweet and soft and was actually very much able to relax. He just hardly got the chance to, Alfie supposed, which made it all the more surprising that he found it so easy to relax when he was alone with Alfie.

He also liked to cuddle, liked it a lot, but would never fucking admit it, not even at gunpoint. You could probably torture him and he’d sooner admit to being queer than to being a cuddler.

“I still think you’re being ridiculous, just so we’re clear,” Alfie pointed out, watching the horses warily.

He wasn’t scared of horses, mind you. He just wasn’t particularly a fan of them, perhaps it was their size or those fucking hooves that could potentially crack a man’s skull. He also just simply could not fathom what Tommy saw in them. He did like to see that certain glow in Tommy’s eyes when he was talking about them though. That look of pure childlike delight. Or the look of unrestrained excitement Tommy had right now due to the prospect of introducing Alfie to his horses. It was sweet, he supposed, and it softened Tommy’s ragged edges, almost making him look a bit younger, less weary of life and its endless troubles.

Tommy just nodded in response to Alfie’s comment and stopped walking. He whistled and while all of the horses lifted their heads (their heads were too big as well, Alfie thought, everything about horses was kind of weird), only one of them walked towards where Tommy and Alfie were standing near the fence. It was, in all fairness and Alfie’s uneducated opinion, a quite beautiful looking horse with a sleek black coat and mane that blew softly in the fresh spring breeze.

It still looked quite a bit intimidating though.

The horse approached Tommy first, nudging him softly and earning a pat on the neck and a soft smile. Tommy petted its head tenderly and whispered something to it, while throwing a sideways glance at Alfie, who really tried not to grow uncomfortable or even anxious in this very unusual situation.

Being judged by a horse was certainly something else and only Thomas fucking Shelby would come up with it. Honestly, why he loved this cunt was beyond Alfie sometimes.

The horse slowly strode towards Alfie, fixing him with its dark eyes. Alfie stayed still, just waiting for whatever was about to happen. The horse came to a halt right in front of him.

“Hello… horse,” Alfie said, unsure of how to act exactly.

The horse circled around Alfie, seemingly taking all of him in with a certain degree of scrutiny. Alfie had no idea horses could even look so scrutinising. He’d bet, if it could, it would raise an eyebrow at him. It made him feel somewhat uneasy. When it finally stopped its assessment, it stood in front of Alfie and sniffed him curiously, eventually huffing right into Alfie’s face and nickering. It nudged him and nipped at his coat’s pockets. Alfie looked towards Tommy with an eyebrow raised in question and cluelessness. Since this had been his idea, Tommy should give him some pointers on how to proceed at least. But the other man simply grinned and looked very pleased.

“He likes you,” he explained. “He is demanding treats.”

“Well, I don’t have any, obviously.”

Tommy took Alfie’s hand and put some treats in it. “Go on. Flat palm.”

Alfie sighed and held his hand out to the horse just like Tommy said. The horse sniffed at it, accepting the peace offering, as Alfie would describe it, and happily munched away.

Tommy looked indeed very pleased and happy next to Alfie, smiling softly at him—oh, there was the reason why he loved him, now he remembered. It was a very good look on him though, so the ridiculousness with the horse had at least been worth it in the end.

“Are we done with this then?” Alfie asked, dropping his hand once the horse had eaten all the treats.

Tommy nodded smiling, wrapping his arms around Alfie's neck. “Still think I’m ridiculous?”

“Yes,” Alfie answered but smiled. “But I also love you, you fucking bastard.”

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. Alfie grinned at him, then closed the small distance between them, capturing Tommy's soft lips in a tender but almost hungry kiss, which caused a low, pleased hum to escape Tommy.

This was exceptionally nice and special, Alfie thought as Tommy leaned further into the kiss, deepening it. He let his hands wander down Tommy's back, feeling the tiny shudder of anticipation that went through the other man's body at that simple gesture. He settled a hand on the small of Tommy's back, pulling him closer against him. He probably wasn't much different than Tommy, if he genuinely thought about it. Couldn't keep his hands off him, right, always needed to touch and feel the man's body against his.

In his defence, it was a very, very nice feeling.

The thing that made Alfie smile even more though, was that there was no tension in Tommy's body anywhere right now. He was just happy and relaxed, leaning into Alfie's embrace and savouring their kiss, almost getting lost in it even.

It was such a rare thing that they could be so open with their affection for each other, so they cherished any moment when they got to do it. Doing it so out in the open would be impossible under any other circumstance but this being Tommy's private property, they were thankfully sheltered and could for once just be themselves without fear of consequences and judgement.

Eventually it was Tommy who broke the kiss first, giving Alfie a soft, pleased smile. Without a word, he intertwined their fingers and took Alfie back to the house and up to his bedroom. Now this was more what Alfie had in mind when he had come here and so he was looking forward to it immensely.

#this came about due to some silly idea during an rp #it's silly and def ooc i think #i don't feel like writing serious stuff rn #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy x alfie #alfie x tommy #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #tofie #sholomons

[cowboythighs]

steve harrington found success at a young age, quickly making a name for himself in hollywood.

eddie munson runs a community theater.

their paths don’t cross until they’re meant to.

⬇️a steve-centric steddie ficlet below ⬇️

(cw: addiction)

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It's 1977 and Steve’s leaving home. He’s landed his first acting role at 10 years old when he’s chosen to play an orphan on a popular show about life on the prairie. It's not a main role—just for one season—but he’s excited to be on one of the most popular shows on television.

It's 1977 and Steve’s sent to live in LA in the care of his agent while filming. His checks get sent back to his parents in Indiana.

He's happy to help them—he really is—but it’s a lot of pressure, knowing that his parents and his siblings are depending on him to survive. And he loves acting! But when his contract nears its end, he’s excited at the prospect of returning home.

He wants to sleep in his own bed; wants to spend his summer practicing with his best friend Tommy so they can be ready to try out for the school basketball team together in the fall. So when his agent tells him that the show wants his character to return next season, he politely tells him thanks but no thanks.

He's already got his bags packed. He's called Tommy and made plans to start training the day after he gets back to Hawkins. He’s ready to go home—wonders if his mom will make his favorite (breakfast for dinner) for his first meal back home.

He calls her to ask, but before he can, she brings up the contract. She talks about how his dads having trouble finding work—how much of a help it would be if Steve would renew his contract—stay in LA just a bit longer. Cries and says if he doesn't, she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to feed them all.

So Steve unpacks his bags, calls Tommy to cancel his plans, and renews his contract. Things don’t get better as time goes on. There’s always another show, a better offer. And there’s always a reason why he can’t go home—daddy can’t work, mommy can’t make the kind of money Steve can.

So he stops asking. Takes job after job; keeps his schedule packed so he can make enough money to support his family. He becomes a heartthrob as he progresses into his teens. Starts landing leading roles in movies that make magazines plaster his face all over their covers.

He finds out when he turns 17 that he’s broke. That his parents hadn’t invested his money like they’d said they would—had blown it all on bad business ventures (his mom) and gambling (his dad).

It's 1984 and his face is on billboards, he’s the star of three different summer blockbusters, and he’s broke.

His agent helps him sell most of his assets-the house in Malibu and the sports cars-helps him trim down his team to the bare bones and hires an attorney to ensure that final strings between Steve and his parents are cut.

He's 17 and for the first time in 7 years, he doesn’t have anyone to provide for but himself. He'd worked hard for so long, and now he was ready to play hard—make up for lost time. Instead of going home after a day of filming he’d go out to clubs he shouldn’t be allowed into with a group of young stars that also wanted to party.

It was the most fun he’s ever had. Steve was pretty sure he's almost happy. He's young, he has friends, and he’s a household name. Everywhere he goes there’s someone smiling and calling his name.

But it turns out he isn’t much better than his parents when it comes to managing his money. The big fat paychecks from the movies don’t ever seem to stretch far enough to cover the spending he does. It’s 1985 and he’s still in the red.

He takes the next job he can to help pay off his debts. He wasn’t enthused about the project, but it was supposed to be a guaranteed hit that would’ve been enough to put him back in the black—but it flops. And so does the one after that.

It's 1986 the party drugs Steve used to do for fun turns into a habit.

The name “Steve Harrington” used to carry a certain connotation in the business. hard-working, solid, dependable. They called him a workhorse. Everyone wanted him to work his magic for the camera, but they also praised him for being a good person off screen—a real team player.

It's 1987 and the name “Steve Harrington” has a stench that lingers around it. Unreliable, always late, often too high or too hungover to function. Another Hollywood's darling becomes a cautionary tale. The job offers dry up, and he can’t afford to pay his team or his mortgage. It seems like the nail in the coffin for his acting career.

It's 1988 and Steve’s back on the covers of magazines—pictures of his mugshot and the rehab facility the courts ordered him to.

It's 1989 and he has a handful of new mugshots to add to the collection.

It’s 1990 and his friends won’t call him back. His agent has dropped him and all he has left is a dingy little apartment in NoHo and a pack of debt collectors intent on squeezing every last dime from him.

It’s 1992 and Steve’s 25 when rehab finally sticks. It's his fourth time in almost as many years and he’s so tired. The twelve steps don’t feel so much like bullshit anymore, but more like a life raft in the middle of the ocean. He clings to it. And this time, it works for him.

It's 1994 and Steve has a job waiting tables at a diner and he thinks it’s the hardest work he’s ever done. It's the first time he’s been proud of himself in years. The clientele is older, so he doesn’t get recognized often. He likes that. It's easier that way.

It's 1995 and he makes enough money to move to a better neighborhood. Closer to the diner. Further away from the bad memories trapped in his old apartment. Benny's Burgers becomes his sanctuary. He met Benny in AA—he’s not Steve’s sponsor (Benny’s best friend is), but he keeps him straight. It helps.

It's 1995 and Steve’s happy. He has a cat. Has a bike that he takes up to Griffith park on his days off. Riding makes him think of his friend Tommy back home—wonders if he ever made the basketball team. He has dinner every Sunday with his sponsor, Jim, and his family.

Steve has regulars at the diner now—people that know his name (and his cat’s—James) and care about him. It's nice. One of his favorites is Wayne. He always asks after James (sometimes brings a little bag of treats or a toy for him) and leaves Steve a nice tip.

It's 1996 and Steve’s 29 and he’s happy thinking the world has forgotten him. He's almost at the end of his shift when Wayne walks in one afternoon. He sits in Steve’s section and tells him his nephew will be joining him. Steve’s excited to meet the man who Wayne’s spoke about with so much pride for the last two years.

He sets Wayne up with a coffee and goes back to the kitchen to knock out some of his side work. He gives it a few minutes before he pokes his head out to check—sees a man around his own age sat across from Wayne. He grabs a pot of coffee and a glass of water and makes his way back to their table.

It's been a while since he’s seen it, but he knows the recognition in the man’s eyes when Wayne introduces Steve to his nephew, Eddie. He wants to sink into the floor when Eddie says far too loudly, “Oh shit—Wayne, your Steve is The Steve Harrington??? From The Detention Club?” Steve hates the way people are turning to stare.

Steve makes an excuse—tells Wayne he forgot he needed to check on something in the back. Hears Wayne as he’s walking away, asking his nephew, “Do you know him?” He doesn’t want to hear Eddie’s response. Takes longer than he usually would in the kitchen before he calms his nerves and steps back out.

He tops off their coffee, nervous to look up. Manages to avoid eye contact while he gets their orders and disappears back to the kitchen. He convinces his coworker robin to take their food out for him so he can hide a little longer.

When he can’t wait any more, he goes out to check on them. Asks if there’s anything else he can get for them.

“Steve,” Wayne waits until Steve looks at him. “My nephew owes you an apology.”

Steve tries to wave him off—say there’s nothing to apologize for.

“Oh yes there is,” Wayne interrupted. “He’s obviously made you uncomfortable. But he promises he’s not gonna go blabbling your business to anyone else. Don’t you, boy?”

Steve glances over to find Eddie nodding his head rapidly.

“Scouts honor! Sorry if I freaked you out. It just threw me off because I'm used to seeing you on my bedroom walls—not now! Obviously—but back when I was a kid. It doesn’t matter,I just mean it was just exciting seeing you in person. But I won't tell anyone I saw you here- I'm sure it gets annoying, people trying to harass you all the time.”

Cautiously, Steve allows a little relief to settle over his anxious nerves.

“Not really,” Steve smiles. “Most people have forgotten about me at this point.”

“How could anyone forget you?” Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged. “I'd rather be forgotten than remembered for some of the stuff I've done. It’s easier to be an anonymous server in a random diner than a guy who had the world in the palm of his hand and managed to fuck it all up.”

It’s not the last time Eddie comes to the diner. Sometimes he’s with his uncle. Sometimes he’s alone. If they're not busy, sometimes he asks Steve to join him. Sometimes Steve does. He'll pick at Eddie’s fries and listens to him talk about the play he’s writing for the community theater he runs.

Steve’s not sure why he does it, but he asks Eddie if he can read it. Eddie’s thrilled—brings him a copy a few days later. Tells Steve he’s welcome to give Eddie feedback.

Pages in hand, Steve starts to doubt himself. He talks to Jim.

Steve worries that reading a script will trigger something in his brain that will undo years of hard work on his sobriety. Jim tells him to trust himself; tells him he can come over early on Sunday—before their regular dinner—and read it in the Hopper’s living room, where he can listen to the kids playing down the hall and smell Jim and Joyce cooking in the kitchen and be reminded that it’s not 1987 or 1990 and that he’s alright.

Steve does. He reads Eddie’s play. It's brilliant. It makes him laugh and cry and he finds himself making notes in the margins like he’s going to be the one performing it.

Eddie beams when Steve says he loves it. Invited him down to the community theater to sit in on auditions with him. It sounds painful, to Steve—an entire day watching amateur actors who will undoubtedly butcher Eddie’s work.

He's wrong. It’s one of the most exciting days he’s had in fifteen years—maybe longer. There are so many talented people auditioning—each with unique interpretations of Eddie’s words.

It's magic.

It makes him itch to be up there with them, auditioning.

He can’t. But his heart is quietly pulled towards the stage.

He gives Eddie his opinion when he asks for it. Helps him decide who would be a fit for what role. It's exhilarating.

It’s 1996 and Eddie asks him out for drinks. Steve says no. Asks him if he’d rather get pizza instead.

It’s 1996 and Steve’s 29 and there’s still cheese in his mouth when Eddie–with grease on his lips–leans over the pizzeria table to kiss him. He’s 29 and he thought he’d lost everything but is starting to realize he likes what he has now more than anything he’d ever had before.

It’s 1997 and Steve’s reading Eddie’s latest play. He's falling in love with a character and almost wants to scream because of how badly he wants to play it. He looks up to where Eddie’s been watching him. “Tristan.”

Eddie nods. “He's for you. If you want- when I wrote him, all I could think about was you playing him.”

It’s 1997 and Steve’s acting. He's on stage and it’s opening night. His family—Jim and Joyce and their kids, Eddie and Wayne, Robin and her girlfriend Chrissy—are in the audience supporting him.

It’s 1997 and Steve Harringtons is finally home.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #cowboythighs #cw addiction #crossposted from my twt

[victoria1676]

LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD MY S**T! Interlude: The aftermath of the destruction: The Calm before the Storm

Summary: The Last thing you remembered was finally putting Dream to jail and then everything went black only to wake up in a world you don’t recognize. trying to find a way home you found yourself in a mob chase that you find irritating and once they are satisfied threatening and killing you who then respawn the in execution made them realize who they almost killed and just as they were about to fall from their knees and beg for forgiveness.

You destroyed their homes in Revenge.

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(Prologue Part 2) (Prologue Part 3) (MASTERLIST)

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PLEASE LIKE, FOLLOW AND REBLOG! IF ANYONE STEALS MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION PLEASE INFORM ME!

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GENSHIN IMPACT OR THE DREAM SMP! THEY BOTH BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND I ONLY OWN THE PLOT! EVERYTHING HERE IS MADE FOR FUN AND NOT CANON ON GAMES AS THIS IS AN SELF AWARE IMPOSTER AU MIXED WITH VILLAIN AU OF THE SAGAU/SELF AWARE GENSHIN IMPACT!

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Notes: I would like to Shoutout to my senpais: @willowedwisteria, @chocoenvy and @nicebonescomrade for the help on Guizhong and Morax because without them I would have been stuck and not able to finish this interlude this TAT

But anyways I would like to apologize for posting this late since I had to take alot of revising and stuff here to make it interesting and make it enjoyable for you guys XD 

So the Interlude here is basically the aftermath of Mondstadt’s destruction nd there will be Dream SMP spoilers again in this one and also this will show different perspectives of the characters I have chosen in this interlude. So far I had remove two since it would make it struggling for me to finish so you’ll see the two povs that I wasn’t able to add it here in Prologue 3 and a interlude of a certain character. There's a explanation a bit of what reader's personality is like on Rubedo's perspective a bit.

Also quick note I tend to switch God and Creator since that's what I usually see or read from the other SAGAU stories so I hope you guys won't mind or confused of me switching God and creator sometimes XD

Prologue part 3 will come out soon since I just finished revising and adding changes to this interlude to make you guys enjoy it but I think I went overboard on the build up whoops XD but oh well at least it has interesting details once we finish all the prologues UwU

But anyways please enjoy this interlude and I will do the Prologue 3 next month since the interlude was a pain to right TWT

Also first half is the flashback of Reader in the Dream SMP and I can tell you I have no idea if I did their characters right or made them OOC on accident which I apologize 😭😭

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WARNINGS: Swearing, Violence, mentions of characters who died, angst, destruction, NPCS dying, betrayal being mentioned, Manipulation is being mentioned, Mentioned of a character being dead, Spoilers from the Dream SMP lore, Characters might be OOC since I'm trying my best to get them in character DX, things will go dark soon and cult behavior are mention here!

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Interlude: The aftermath of the destruction: The Calm before the Storm

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"Please tell me I'm not late please!!" You flew at high speed.

You hated Dream so much for teleporting you far away from Tommy and L'Manburg after he confronted you for protecting your little brother. The voices started appearing insulting the masked man and wanting blood from him.

If you were there then Tommy wouldn't be hurt.

If you were only there that time when he was about to get exiled and you could have prevented him from getting exiled if you just stayed a bit longer to be with Tommy instead of going to Techno about his plans on what he will do for his retirement.

Your chat was with you chatting loudly as you focused on returning to L'Manburg to catch your baby brother and the people you care about who gonna be losing more of their canon lives.

“Damnit Quackity!!’ You cursed the Mexican for pissing off and fighting Technoblade who is supposedly retired from anarchy but is now ready to fight again thanks to the butcher gang wanting revenge on him for destroying L’manburg.

"THEY HAVE UNLEASHED THE DOOMSDAY!!"

"TECHNO IS BETRAYED!!"

"TOMMY SIDED WITH L'MANBURG AGAIN!!"

"HURRY TOMMY IS GONNA DIE AND TUBBO AS WELL!!"

"RESCUE THE POG PEOPLE AND LET THE ONES WHO ARE NOT POG DIE!"

"WILBUR SHOULD HAVE NEVER MADE L'MANBURG"

"YES CHAT!" You shouted at them, "HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER MADE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE OR BRING TUBBO AND TOMMY TO WAR!!"

"Don't worry Big (First initial)! The blade will take care of me!" Tommy huffed with a smile.

That was the last you remembered living with your older brother Tommy and the moment you left the house you were teleported away under Dream's command where you had to take a month to return home since he teleported you far away from the main island of the SMP.

You were very pissed and out for Dream's blood as your eyes slowly began to turn red before flashing back to (e/c) color.

'Once I get my hands on that Teletubby I will-'

"TECHNO IS GONNA KILL TOMMY AND TUBBO QUICK!!"

"ANARCHY!!!"

You cursed as you used your ender pearls to get you there faster. Luckily it was also raining so you can just use your trident.

'Let me not lose another brother please!'

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"WILBURRRRR!!!!!!" You screamed in agony as your father embraced you yet you continued crying.

Never in your life have you thought that your brother would smile in his death after he told his own Father to kill him and he couldn't so Wilbur kept pressuring you but you tried to tell him not to make Philza kill him but he told you that it was alright and he deserved it for causing trouble.

In the end, your father; Philza killed him.

I T

H U R T S

MAKE IT STOP PLEASE IT HURTS!

"I love you sister" Your brother ruffled your hair as you hugged him.

Why did you have to die?!

For the first time, the voices began to mourn Wilbur instead of yelling for blood.

OUR OLDER BROTHER IS GONE!!

WILBUR NOOO!!

NOT WILBY!!

WE LOST MUMZA AND NOW WILBY!!

NOOOOOOOOO!

You kept screaming and crying even though your father tried to calm you down.

You lost your mother to the unknown curse.

And now.

You have lost your older brother from his unfinished Symphony.

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I already lost Mom.

And I already lost Wilbur.

Please any deity out there.

You saw what was once L'Manburg now was a nation filled with holes and TNT falling from the skies with Withers attacking every living being.

Don't make me lose another family again.

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"TECHNO STOP!!"

He paused as he turned around and saw his sister standing in front of an injured and shaking Tommy and Tubbo with her arms stretched out blocking them from him.

"ENOUGH TECHNO!" She shouted at him as he could see her tears running down her face.

"Move (Y/n)" Techno ordered his sister.

"L'MANBURG IS GONE NOW! THEY LEARNED THEIR LESSON" You attempted to reason with him.

"DON'T TAKE ANY MORE LIVES! THEY LEARNED THEIR LESSON! HISTORY HAS ALREADY REPEATED ITSELF MANY TIMES NOW" You felt your voice hurting from the shouting but you didn't stop until you finally convinced Techno not to kill Tommy

“And yet it's also their fault they keep getting their nation destroyed” Technoblade responded but you already know he is right.

The scenery changes to a familiar home as he could see his sister in the same position with Wilbur behind her cradling his bruised cheek. You stood there crying with your arms out to stop him from going any further fighting with Wilbur.

Technoblade sighed and let his crossbow down a bit before looking at you in disappointment.

"You already know why I had to do this," He said, "Your chat saw Tommy betraying-"

"I know!” You shouted, “He betrayed you for L’manburg and we all know that but the fact you let Dream go with you when you know what Dream wants with Tommy!”

“It’s obvious he would side with L’manburg but also because this is his home!”

Green eyes flash before your eyes as he took Tommy away from you with a smirk of triumph that made your blood boil.

"Both of you make your decisions! Tommy joined L'Manburg on his own decision and you joined Dream with your own decision!"

You panted tiredly feeling your voice become hoarse as you stared at your eldest brother before he glared at Tommy behind him who moved near a scared Tubbo and returned the glare at the pigman hybrid.

"Are you picking his side now?" He said referring if you are siding with Tommy.

"I choose people!" You answered him, "I choose my family! You already know I'm in the middle ground!"

BOOM! CRACK! CRACKLE!

Another crack of thunder hit the ground as the rain felt heavier for you.

"So, please…No more killing. You already destroyed L’manburg that will now forever take a long time to repair…"

"…"

Philza watched his children talk before staring up at Dream who seemed to be dancing and humming something. The elytrian knew how much you cared to bring your family back just like the old days.

But it was too late to bring them back all together. After all, Dream SMP killed and brought much pain to the whole family and its people.

"You are a fool," Technoblade said as he then gave the signal to stop the doomsday.

"I know…"

"But just so you know" He began walking and stood next to you.

"People betray each other and we both know how much betrayal hurts us" He reminded you, "You can't keep protecting Tommy or continue thinking our family will be back like before when it is too late now”

You looked down, not bothering to speak up about what he had said to you as the rain heavily came.

"I told you many times to be careful who you place your trust in (Y/n). We both know what our loyalty can be like and we all know how the world is like to us players”

"…I know"

"Don’t forget the universal language I gave to Tommy that time”

“Tommy, the thing is you’re using words, but the thing about this world, Tommy…” You let Tommy learn into your shoulder, “Is the only universal language is violence”

Tommy glared at Techno weakly while the half pigling crouched down to his little brother’s level, “Your sister knows this and we have that conversation with you”

“...I know”

“And you know the meaning of what I told him those words right?"

You glanced at him as both of you made eye contact once again.

BOOM! CRACK! CRACKLE!

Another thunder cracked once again as Technoblade continued talking to you, he suddenly said something that made your eyes widen, you grit your teeth and looked down.

Once the TNT ran out, Technoblade left with Philza and Dream. The people who reside with L'Manburg mourned for their home as you continued hugging Tommy who kept saying 'sorry' and Tubbo clutched onto you.

"And stop thinking everything will be fine as our family will be fixed again when we already have lost our bonds with each other…"

You cried silently hearing the words that your eldest brother told you and you knew he was right about what he said to you.

The Minecraft family will never be the same again.

"I'm sorry Mom…" You whispered, "I failed to keep my promise"

You don't know why you couldn't remember your mother's smile or voice anymore.

You didn't know why your memories of your happy family are now shattered into pieces.

"I'm a bad sister…"

I'm sorry…

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You opened your eyes quickly and summoned your axe to hit the person who woke you up but your weapon was blocked. You saw that it was Rubedo blocking your axe from going for his head with his weapon, the festering desire that you took from Aether, and decided to give it to him since it fits him more. You calmed down instantly realizing you were still in Teyvat and also in a familiar room which was one of the bases that belonged to the Abyss that was made for you as Rubedo dismissed his weapon.

"Ah…sorry" You apologize.

"It's fine but it looks like you had a bad dream" He pointed out noticing you almost killed him on reflex.

"Something…like that," You said your words very slowly realizing you are still very tired.

You groaned in pain realizing your body also sat up as you then saw you are in a bed with your clothing still the same yet you can't help why your head was throbbing very painfully.

"What the hell happened to my head?" You muttered as you began to massage your forehead to remove the aching headache.

Rubedo then brought a glass of water that was on the desk beside your bed, "Do you remember what happened or at least recall something?"

You thank him as you slowly drank the water before trying to recall what you were just doing before finding yourself in your bed.

"THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

Ah, that's right.

You guys just finished destroying Mondstadt but you were sure you didn't black out after summoning the wither there.

A hidden part of you cried and screamed at you in anger for destroying a city that you should just give them their forgiveness.

But you aren't in the mood to play nice when these idiotic simps did not use their common sense and just continue to act blind and be a slave to Mallory.

You are a type to hold a grudge sometimes but this one you have a good reason as these people did not hesitate to kill innocent people for a Tyrant who was the real imposter.

So you'll have no choice but destroy all these governments of the simps so that you can head to Celestia either without their Gods being controlled again by the higher deity.

After all…It's justice to those who died for you even though they were innocent and didn’t deserve to die at the hands of their comrades.

"I don't remember blacking out after we summoned the withers"

"That would be my fault since you almost summoned another wither and almost went into a killing spree again"

"Oh…" You winced, "Sorry…"

Rubedo shakes his head, "I already said it wasn't your fault considering you are not the type to lose control of your calm demeanor whenever your voices called for blood"

"That's true…" You said.

Suddenly a huge pain began to hit your head as you closed your eyes and things started to return to what happened to you that made your first companion knock you out.

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You stood in the hands of the headless Barbatos statue as you watched the three wither attack the people of Mondstadt. Considering they had no idea how to kill it made you snort as you saw one unlucky knight was able to do it only to get the wither effect and began to die slowly as more screams and cries appeared. TNT went off with a bang thanks to those withers. Rubedo stood behind you watching the chaos only from the side.

"Ah" You spoked, "Never thought this how revenge with suffering would be an…amusing sight"

Rubedo hummed as he opened the message box to inform someone, "Indeed although but please do not lose control again"

You chuckled as your eyes slowly became full of blood-red, "Wouldn't promise it"

You watched the knights struggle to kill three withers as some of the people who fought for Mondstadt used their visions to kill the wither but you could see some suffering the effects of the wither.

“I never thought doing anarchy would be this fun~”

Back then you refused to show or fall victim to the voices who were enjoying the sight of L'Manburg gone before you then realize Wilbur and your father were there where the explosion happened.

And then Wilbur died.

More screams and cries rang as the whole Mondstadt began to crumble, fall, and burst into flames. The flag that would have protected this peaceful city was now burned into ashes.

KARMA!!

DIE! DIE! DIE!

WHOO WHOO, ARSON!

LET THE WORLD BURN!

MONDSTADT IS NO MORE!

"Nations should see or hear by now that Mondstadt has been destroyed" Rubedo watched the wither who went after Albedo that is working together with Aether before glancing at you who was humming.

You then started laughing at the destruction as you covered your eyes with your head thrown back to look up at the grey skies.

BLOOD!

BLOOD!

BLOOD!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!

Your eyes stayed blood red as you stopped laughing before smirking at the sky and looking toward Celestia. You began to play with another wither skull that appeared on your right hand before throwing it up and down like a toy while humming a dark tune.

The city of freedom continues to burn as the people try to fight the unknown creature that is slowly killing them and destroying their homes.

Only two people witnessed the full destruction being the culprits of destroying what used to be the beloved city of Barbatos.

"I can't wait to destroy this interesting world~"

You laughed again but louder as you failed to realize you have lost control of falling into the voices’ chanting and your bloodlust as well.

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You winced knowing you did lose your self-control once again and you are grateful for Rubedo knocking you out considering your bloodlust has been going out of control for revenge and thirst for blood for the stupid ex-simps of Mallory. You then notice you haven't seen a single crow or your chat in the room other than two baby hydro fungus and different elemental slimes sleeping together in the corner of your room and Rubedo seems to be using one of your brewing stands with different resources from the Nether.

"Where's the chat?" You asked your companion.

"If I remember they are currently bullying someone abyss mages while some are just chatting or yelling at each other in stupid things that I do not wish to know," He said causing you to snort knowing how typical and normal your chat is which is something you are used to.

"What about the people in Mondstadt? Did anyone survive or kill the withers?"

"Two Withers have died under the traveler's hand thanks to the help of the Anemo God and the other one suddenly went straight to Liyue after they found a lot of animals there"

"Looks like Liyue is gonna suffer fighting a wither but probably will kill it quickly since they have that blue-haired Adepti that uses a bow" He was talking about Ganyu as he recalled seeing her in action that time when he was with you in looking for answers of how to get to Celestia yet no one wanted to give you other than to kill you for looking like their God until shit hits the fan of their mistake.

"Indeed Ganyu is very impressive in using a bow and it's a shame she's part of the people who chased you under Mallory's orders"

"True" You agreed with him.

It was kinda ashamed that bow user Adepti decided to be one of your enemies but oh well you aren't in the move to give forgiveness.

"But anyways some citizens in Mondstadts have died from the wither effect or from the fire and debris but most of the vision users that belonged there have disappeared although I think they headed to Liyue for cover" Rubedo explained, "Dainsleif decided to investigate and see if they are there along to get answers from our spy"

"I see" You then open your inventory and grab your apple that was in there, "Before you tell me about who or what our little spy is doing I do wish to know about the progress of our Doomsday operation"

Rubedo began to chuckle as he finished making his potions before making another batch of new potions, "Not even interested who our spy is and more into knowing that project that is like the one that happened back at the server you know"

"I don't care" You cruelly replied to him, "I'm not in the mood to know that our spy decided to betray their nation by becoming our spy after learning that I was their real God and wanted nothing more than my forgiveness when they blew it."

"Second chances aren't something I usually give especially since they want the Creator's forgiveness not mine" You huffed.

"That is true," Rubedo hummed before looking at you.

You looked very tired yet very much ready to get all regions (except Sumeru and Snezhnaya) to be destroyed just like a certain nation that used to be destroyed 500 years ago by the seven gods under Celestia's strings only this time you are the one destroying the nations with your abilities and helps from your allies.

History repeats itself

I guess it was never meant to be right, Wilbur?

If there is one thing that Rubedo noticed is that you have changed after what happened in that failed execution.

Back then when you first found him in Dragonspine injured after he explained to you that he had refused to side with the fake creator when he realized they only wanted them for their looks and was punished by it until you found him and healed him. It was then he decided to become your companion. You were known to be kind, a big sister who can be very chill and lazy sometimes along with being a skilled fighter, a good planner, a good builder, and someone who uses dark humor. You also tend to flirt or tease for reactions that amuse you along with you being a loyal person.

But now?

You become very silent and all you want is to go back to the Dream SMP server to check if your brother is alive and the message box notification of your brother dying was a lie. You would do anything to go back to the SMP server even if you are willing to spill more blood in your hands that will forever make you feel around your hands.

You wished you didn't have to spill some blood or fight against the people of this unknown world you suddenly appeared in. Yet the people who are under Mallory's orders have tested your patience and crossed the line to the point you will have no choice but to be violent as they had killed the people who have tried to help you get home or expose the truth to everyone that the one who sat in the throne of the Creator was the real imposter.

You refused to acknowledge when you found out that you are their true creator yet you aren't sure why you are regarded as one when you don't remember being one or creating this world or making the vision users your vessels.

What Rubedo doesn't know is that you have been getting strange memories of a person who looked like you.

"Something on my face," You said, noticing how quiet Rubedo is being like and also seeing his staring.

"Not really other than realizing the fact you changed after what you have seen on that failed execution that happened I suppose weeks ago” He spoke.

"…"

You didn't say anything knowing he was right as you then summoned a bracelet that had the color red, blue, pink, green, and (f/c). Looking at you made you quite sad knowing you haven't known how long you have been in Teyvat, especially since you aren't sure if the time here is the same on the server.

“I made this bracelet for everyone!” You chirped, showing six bracelets to your family.

“What's this baby bird?” Kristen looked at your little bracelet with a smile

“It's a family bracelet!” You grinned, “That way it shows how close our bond and we are the best family!”

Your heart clenched remembering that memory.

“Despite I am still learning human emotions slowly under your care I can say I know you haven't been well since…you heard what happened to your little brother" Rubedo carefully said his words trying not to offend you.

He remembered when he and Dain brought you back to the base you started crying while trying to contact your brother or any of the SMP members to know if the notification was a lie but alas the communicator remained silent.

“PLEASE!!…TOMMY…”

Your cries echoed throughout the base and no one could console you.

Not when you failed to protect your baby brother and just found out your brother died when you were trying so hard to return to the Dream SMP server.

You just let out a humorless chuckle before lying down back in your bed and wrapping your wings around you.

"…All I ask is if everything is going according to plan," You said.

"We have already prepared a lot of TNT, obsidian, and Redstone materials for the doomsday thanks to the help of the Cryo Archon's organization" He informed you.

"Good," You replied.

It was then the room became silent yet both of you didn't have the heart to ruin other than you could hear the brewing stand working.

"🎶 JuMp in tHe CaDillAc

Girl let's put some miles on it

Anything you want-🎶"

"Rubedo please turn that chat into fried chicken"

"Already on it"

Suddenly explosions and loud cawing noises were heard outside the base.

No one knows what happened but the chat was just cackling that one of their kind had the balls to sing that song.

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Elsewhere a familiar blonde teenager who is in the void sneezed and shuddered to feel a strange annoying chill that he couldn't figure out.

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It didn't had to end like this…

He lay on the soft yet cold white snow in pain.

He barely escaped from getting killed by the Traveler and the other Archons along with his mother's perfect creation.

He didn't expect that he could find his end like this…

Not when he hasn't fulfilled his goal.

“And to think…” He breathed out, “I would be the villain…when they are…following the true imposter…”

He coughed out more blood as he felt his eyes blurry.

“Just when…I-I finally…g-got out of Durin…I…am gonna die…this time”

He couldn't stop closing his eyes as he felt his ears ringing. Just as he felt himself dying a shadow covered his body and he felt himself being turned around in lying on his back.

He didn't know who turned his body. All he could see was a blurry image of a person with big wings.

“-re you okay?”

…what…?

Such kind words felt like kindness that he didn't get from Albedo's people. He could have laughed and looked at them as if they were crazy yet he could not speak with his body in pain from the wound. He slowly closes his eyes but hasn't felt his ringing ears or the pain of his body stopping meaning he is still alive but not for long.

Something cold hit his lips that felt like glass and a hand on his jaw that was trying to open it. He couldn't move so he let the person move his body knowing he would die in the end except he felt something like a liquid run down his throat. He couldn't feel the taste yet it was warm. With a little bit of strength to open his eyes, what he saw will be something he wishes to see even more as his vision was clear for a moment

(e/c) eyes that are filled with worry towards him and a face that looked like the true imposter and he knew who it was giving him this strange drink.

The…great…creator?

“…W…Why?…”

That one word he could only manage to say before things looked a bit dark and back being blurry. Warmth wrapped his body and it felt like a fluffy cloth. Just as he finally accepted the darkness he heard those last words that he will remember.

“We are both labeled as imposters, right? Then…Don't die. Not when I want to ask you if you could be my companion and partner”

Suddenly he woke up wrapped in a blanket and was laying down on a soft bed. What greeted him wasn't the warm sunlight but a face that held happiness and a wonderful smile.

“Hey, there fellow imposter” You greeted him with a playful smile, “Finally awake and still ready to live?”

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Paimon was Aether's second companion with Lumine being his first and the floating fairy was the one who had tried her best to be positive for the traveler.

That is until he learned the truth of what his role is and his sister's role.

Paimon couldn’t blame her friend who she remembered hearing his cries and his screams of anger that time when they were heading to Inazuma.

Paimon could understand why he was feeling like that.

Despite Paimon knowing her origins or what her role is to her friend she could not tell her friend the system would never let her reveal her origins only when the time comes.

So when Paimon and Aether met the player creator in person Paimon knew something was wrong with them.

Aether knew as well and instead of stopping for confronting the ‘creator’.

He decided to let it all happen.

Aether let the ‘creator’ do its thing by spreading lies and use of manipulation on all the nations and its archons.

Paimon was shocked by her friend’s actions and began questioning the blond traveler on why he let the ‘creator’ do its tranny when it could hurt many people if they do not tell them the truth.

But Paimon only received a look from Aether to which she stopped asking.

Aether never told her why he let the nations’ people suffer under a fake creator.

That is until the true creator came and Paimon knew why her friend was like that.

He was tired.

Tired that his role was nothing more than being a vessel to learn the truth of what Teyvat is like.

Aether was nothing more than a puppet to be played like a kid.

If he wanted his sister back then he must play the hero and travel to 7 nations to reunite with his sister.

Aether could handle it but when he learned that he and his sister were made out of codes to be played in this world.

It hurt him so much.

And Paimon knew he hated it and was tired of being shoved around saving and helping people along with doing a lot of tasks when he just wanted to be reunited with his sister.

And so Paimon stayed by her friend’s side by remaining ignorant of what was happening to Teyvat.

Paimon also wonders about that certain conversation at that time with Aether and the ‘creator’. All Paimon knew was the change of Aether's personality and what Paimon meant by Personality she meant the way Aether started hunting down the creator muttering something about he will do anything so long he can be with Lumine despite him taking reckless action from the ‘Creator'.

“PAIMON!!!”

The last thing Paimon could see or remember was pushing Aether out of the way from getting hit by one of the heads of the creature that Albedo's imposter and true creator summoned. She got hit instead of her friend who started screaming her name clutching her tiny body.

Paimon couldn't hear Aether’s words as she suffered the effects and then fell unconscious in her friend's arms.

Paimon will do anything to make her friend happy and promises them that she will make sure Aether reunites with his sister.

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"Someone has fallen to the unknown effects of the monster!"

"Another one has passed away from it!"

"I need medical attention over here!"

“Someone call a healer please!"

The people who survived the aftermath of the fight between the two wither have now taken shelter in Liyue after one of their people killed a wither that wasn't defeated by the Traveler was suddenly in Liyue destroying and killing any living beings it could find or buildings to get to them.

Luckily the vision users in Liyue were able to stop it however the people who got hit by the wither skull have died from the wither effect; however, they have only left people who are vision users unconscious or worse, in a coma. Venti was one of the victims who have been hit by the wither same goes for the other vision users except currently he is unconscious as healers from Fontaine with Hydro visions or those other people who use Anemo started healing the people who have visions or those who don’t have visions but unfortunately can not be saved.

Madame Ping watched the citizens and the citizens from Mondstadt help one another. She could also see the Tianquan sending orders to the Qixing and Millelith to help the survivors of Mondstadt and Ganyu was there speaking to Jean who was carrying a passed-out Kaeya by the shoulder. The Traveler could be seen sitting down with his head down in grief and Madame Ping knew something must have happened to Paimon since she saw someone taking the tiny floating companion to one of the healers.

She sighed seeing what had happened to the city of freedom and that it was the sign of the destruction that would happen to her beloved nation.

“If only you used your eyes and mind, old friend,” She said glancing at Zhongli who frowned seeing the state of the Mondstadt people, “Then our dear creator would never start her revenge on us if we-no you realize the signs that the one who sat in our beloved creator's throne was the true imposter”

“…”

Madame Ping just shook her head and drank her tea while the Liyue's retired Archon just looked at his tea that would soon be a cold tea. Madame Ping may not forgive her old friend for killing innocent people, especially XiangLing's family and other people who helped the creator. She decided to have one last tea with him before she and Yanfei parted ways with Liyue.

At least she and Yanfei knew who the real creator and the real imposter but they were sent to jail after what they did by helping the true creator to escape.

But thankfully they were released, however unfortunately we're only to know the aftermath of what has happened to the failed execution. Both Yanfei and Madame ping agree to leave Liyue not wanting to be in a nation that is currently going around like headless chickens and asking forgiveness for what they had done when they should have listened to them, especially Yanfei who has all the evidence.

In the end, no one listened and now will pay the price…

Zhongli knows that Madame Ping and Yanfei will be leaving Liyue and he doesn't stop them. After all, they had the right to leave by their own decisions, especially since he and his people were the cause of letting their nation feel the wrath of the creator.

“I heard that Shenhe was released from her prison and went into a rampage when she heard Chongyun was killed” Madame Ping started, “The fact there have been sightings of dead treasurer hoarders somewhere in Ligue and a Cryo vision being used on them is the fact that Shenhe is angry”

“Indeed. She was released 2 days after the…incident ” Zhongli said.

“Huh no wonder why I keep seeing elements of Cryo being used on some dead treasurer hoarders that I encountered through the lands of Liyue"

Zhongli and Madame Ping looked to their side and saw Yanfei who was carrying a bag walking towards them.

“Hello, Yanfei” Madame Ping greeted Yanfei, “Is everything already packed?”

“Yep” Yanfei nodded, “Yelan decided to help as well since she's planning to leave with her people along with Uncle Tian and Huixin as well“

“Well, that's good to hear,” Madame Ping said before looking at Zhongli who is watching Jean and Ningguang speaking to each other.

“I will be leaving now, Morax,” Madame Ping told Zhongli who sighed and nodded.

“Safe travels old friend,” He said.

With that Madame ping slowly stood up as Yanfei was there by her side carrying the tea set with the ex-Adeptus. Both slowly leave the Yuehai Pavilion while Zhongli on the other hand just looks at his tea that has now become cold. He let out a sigh recalling what he had done for serving the true imposter. He cursed himself for not realizing the obvious signs of what the true imposter did when they disguised themselves as the creator he had prayed to and worshipped. He should have realized things sooner, especially the way Zhongli faintly remembered the imposter manipulated everyone with some kind of power or fragrance that made them in control of their actions yet Zhongli and the others allowed the creator to do it despite they have sudden doubts about it but will be washed away once the creator notices them.

But it doesn’t excuse their actions for being oblivious and letting Mallory continue ruling and almost bringing Teyvat down with her tranny actions. However after the events of the execution, he and his fellow archons are more than happy that they get to make Mallory suffer and go all out on her since she cannot die when she is cursed by the creator for the crimes and sins she had done from stealing their creator’s identity. Despite the torture of revenge, they brought to the real imposter for her sins, and the archobs know that despite what they did will not make the creator forgive them. Zhongli grimaced at remembering the anger of some citizens such as Chef Mao, Xingqiu’s family, and Chogyun’s family when this whole time the children were innocent and didn’t die for saving and helping an imposter but the creator.

Everything has gone into shambles and Zhongli couldn’t help remembering a particular memory as he then started walking down the Yuehai Pavilion stairs and heading towards his own shrine that he made.

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“Why”

“Hmm?” Guizhong glanced at her friend who looked at her with eyes filled with questions.

“Why would you serve the higher god, the creator for everything when we were created just to be puppets?” He asked the Goddess of Dusk who was touching some of the glaze lilies she had loved dearly.

Morax never liked the creator after he learned the truth of what he and the other roles are from Guizhong who spoke to him about what their world and roles are about to them. Nevertheless, he was furious however he continued his role but still held a deep disdain for the creator who only made him and other gods beings that will soon become puppets of their game if they survived the war that will happen to them soon and one of them will become a vessel to the creator. This is why other beings are angry at Morax for hating the creator while some understood the geo dragon’s feelings towards the creator.

They are only created solely to create the world where the creator will be using one of them as a vessel.

So Morax decided to ask his friend why did she continue praying or worshipping such as he had seen his friend giving her favorite flowers, food, or any kind of item she could give away to the temple that he despised since the temple is for the creator where humans and gods would send their offerings in hoping the creator would accept them. Morax was not one of the people who would give offerings to the creator yet he doesn’t stop Guizhong from sending her offers and Guizhong lets Morax show his dislike for the great creator in her presence since she understands how he feels about the higher god.

“This is the first that you asked me Morax” Guizhong chuckled as she turned to face her friend who continued staring at her.

“You never asked me about this despite knowing I'm one of the gods who worshipped them,” She said, “Why so curious, my friend?”

Morax crossed his arms, “I still do not understand why you are showing your dedication to them when you already know the truth? Should you not be angry at them?”

Guizhong merely gave her friend a smile before she bent down to pick up the Glaze Lilies and gestured to follow her which the Geo God did. Both of them were walking to a certain path that would lead to a certain temple.

“When I first learned the truth of my role and what this world is I was devastated,” She explained with honesty, “Learning that my role in this world is irrelevant and I knew someday day I wouldn't meet the creator once they finally walk through the land or choose one of the people or gods to be their vessels”

Morax stayed silent and continued listening to his friend as they both walked to the great temple of the creator where they would place their offerings and prayers.

“I didn’t know what to do with the truth…” Guizhong sighed, “But another part of me was…curious”

Morax blinked and glanced at the Goddess, “Curious?”

Guizhong giggled as she stared up at the skies with an unreadable expression, “Indeed I was curious. I didn’t know why after I became sad I started curious about the reason our Creator made this land and made us as well”

They then reached their destination before Guizhong dragged the reluctant Morax inside the temple that is filled with different offerings from the people and the other Gods that reside in Liyue.

“I wanted to know who our creator is and I wanted to know the reason why they put us in this land with roles to fulfill” She continued before kneeling down and placing the flowers next to the offerings, “So far I only know little information of who our creator is other then we know that they have given us orders or rather things to fulfill. The one place I know who would have more information about our Creator is Khaenri'ah”

“...”

“It's a shame but” Guizhong then started to smile as Morax looked at her in confusion, “I could not help but thank them”

“Thank them?” Morax repeated the words, “You thank them despite knowing your role is irrelevant to this land they made?”

Guizhong nodded, “Yes I would like to thank them. For being alive and able to see what they created and leaving us to make it our home and the home to the people of Liyue”

Her words were genuine yet they still confused Morax. Thanking the creator for making them born and then letting us do whatever we want just for the people that they are given or rather to protect? The geo God still has questions yet he doesn’t have the heart to ask more of his friend who is now starting to do her daily prayers to the Creator.

“You should pray to them, dear friend,” Guizhong said.

“You know I don’t do those things Guizhong” Morax stated.

“Just this once,” She said, “ I am only asking you once to pray for them even if you keep hating our creator”

Morax grumbled to which the Goddess of dust laughed at her friend who then started praying for the first time to the creator.

That was the last time they prayed to the great creator in the temple together…

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Morax held the dying body of Guizhong who was dying after a fierce battle. Both of them were in an area surrounded by Glaze Lilies as the Night sky bloomed to them. The geo god was in tears while his friend was also crying yet still had her beautiful smile. Both didn’t expect this to happen but they knew someday they would both part ways from each other but not today.

“How could they…” Morax muttered, “You always pray to them…and yet you are dying..”

It was then that Morax started loathing and hating the creator even more. Guizhong, his dear friend and one of his closest people who he cherishes dearly, is now dying in his arms. He didn’t want her to leave or her to see her dying yet fate decided to tear them apart. Seeing his friend like this made him slowly start to hate the creator even more.

Why aren’t they saving Guizhong?

Did she not pray enough for them?

Did her offerings not satisfy them?

Did she not worship you enough?

So many questions that Morax wants to spat the creator angrily when he cannot lose one of his dearest friends who was not afraid of him or judged him for hating the creator. Guizhong saw her friend’s change of expression. For once she was happy to see another expression from her friend other than having his signature poker face or his rage expression but she didn’t not like seeing her friend sad, especially since he is showing signs of hating the creator even more and is probably blaming them for her death. So she slowly lifted her hand despite dying slowly to her death. She needs to calm her friend down and not continue hating the creator.

“Don’t Morax…” She spoke with a soft and tired voice, “Do not hate them for my death…”

“How can I?!” He exclaimed, “Not when you are dying in my arms!!”

His words shooked the land as Morax gritted his teeth at seeing Guizhong still cares about the creator when she is in a serious condition.

“It is not their fault,” She told him but before Morax could retort to her Guizhong cut him off, “We both know…one of us will part away from this land…”

“…”

The full moon glowed brightly in the darkened skies as the Glaze lilies bloom around them. It was a beautiful sight yet quite saddening with the Goddess of Dust now slowly dying from her injuries but still staying breathing only for a bit just to send her final blessings or words to her close friend.

“Sorry I didn't…tell you more my reason why…I continue to pray for them” Guizhong apologize as Morax shook his head to her, “You don't need to apologize Guizhong”

Guizhong smiled as she cupped Morax's face which was stained with tears, “Although…I am glad to see you…showing more expressions…”

Morax was different from the other gods and was one of the people who rarely show emotions. Mostly everyone would see him as someone cold or someone with that they wish they would not cross paths in case of getting killed but Guizhong was one of the people or rather she might be the first person to be close with geo god who has the form of a dragon. There are many times they have been mistaken as a family or the common one where they are mistaken as lovers yet both never say anything of their close bond.

“I am grateful for the creator…” Guizhong chuckled tiredly, “For being born for this land…to meet you…and to meet others…”

“What a blessing to be created with a heart…to care deeply and…the mind to help and guide…the people of Liyue…”

You can see Guizhong slowly losing her body but she still stays strong to make sure her friend remembers her words and also hopes Morax could fulfill her last wishes along with hoping for happiness for him. Morax continued listening to every word Guizhong spoke with her remaining breath as he also made sure to embed it in his memories so that he could remember it forever.

“Despite I…could not see them…Please Morax…Protect and…also cherish them…when……you finally…meet them?” She asked her friend as she could feel her breath slowly going away but tried to stay a bit longer in her friend’s arms.

The tears of the geo god fell onto the Goddess of Dust's cheek who was still crying yet holding a smile for him.

“I will,” Morax said, “I will fulfill it my dear friend"

It sends a small chuckle to Guizhong along with it, which makes her happy that despite not seeing or meeting the creator she hopes the creator would meet Morax instead.

“About…that stone dumbbell…I have given to you”

A flash of a memory of Guizhong giving her stone dumbbell to Morax who looked at it in confusion but also keep it and take it as a challenge given by Guizhong to figure it out

“Forget about it okay…”

Morax just stayed silent as slowly Guizhong’s body began to fade away he held her fading body that was slowly reaching her upper body. The Goddess of Dust’s eyes began to close yet the smile remain on her face.

“What a blessing to be born…”

Those were her final words as she then faded into dust. The night sky continued to bloom as the wind softly flew by Morax who held the dust that was the remnants of Guizhong who has now parted from this world leaving him and others alone to fight, build and bring peace to this world.

“Guizhong…” Morax uttered those words with a voice that missed his friend.

That was the last time Morax saw Guizhong as he then remembered the times with her and the memories they had spent. But what stood out of it is that he has finally realized the words or rather why Guizhong was curious yet grateful for the creator’s existence. No one knew who the creator was or knew what their appearance looked like or sounded like. However, there have been notes about the creator wearing a cloak that covers their face and covers their whole body. They also hold a warmth that makes you know that you are home.

Before Morax was never a believer and hated the creator when he learned the truth and answers from Guizhong but after his friend died in a place filled with Glaze Lilies he finally found all the answers that he needed.

The creator has given all living beings such as Gods, Humans, and animals a meaning of life and is meant for something. This land would be what it was if the creator did not let them do what they want or give them roles to fulfill for this land to flourish. Guizhong as she said her role as background or side character is irrelevant to this world yet still had a meaning. Everyone has a meaning including himself.

The creator did not build this world for fun.

But they created it with love.

With all the answers Morax now has become one of the creator’s loyal acolytes who will not only fulfill his friend’s wishes but also cherish, worship, and thank the creator for making them born out of love.

“What a wonderful god they are…”

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The location of the shrine was in a cave where only Zhongli knows where it is as he was the one who made the shrine where he can only do his prayers to the creator and bring offerings to them. Zhongli felt tears coming out of his eyes as remembered the promise he made with Guizhong. He bows his whole body to his private shrine to the creator.

He ruined his promise for Guizhong.

What would she think of him now that he had actually hurt his and Guizhong’s beloved creator?

She would be so disappointed in him.

“I’m sorry…” He cried, “I’m sorry my Creator! I am sorry Guizhong!”

“Please give me another chance to repay my sins…”

Outside the cave was a single crow that was spying on Zhongli before it flew off the moment it saw the ex-archon crying on his shrine for the creator.

If you open your eyes and realize the signs sooner.

Then you would have never suffered like this with the sin of hurting the true creator.

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In the land of Inazuma, a crow flew towards the Great Narukami Shrine where shrine maidens would reside and it was also the place where the Electro Archon’s familiar reside as well. The crow cawed softly before spotting the familiar pink-haired Kitsune of Narukami shrine who seemed to know that the crow would arrive in her shrine as she lifted up her arm where the crow would land with a note on its claws.

“So it finally arrived,” Yae Miko said as she pets the crow who was happy for the pats, “I was wondering when will she deliver the letter after they finally realized their mistake of who they serve”

The crow caw before flying onto one of the roofs of the shrines as Yae Miko starts examining the letter that the crow has given her and she knows who has given this letter to her.

“Hmm”

The Great Narukami Shrine was quiet other than some shrine maidens roaming around doing their task.

“Lady Yae!”

A Shrine maiden who seemed to be a new one ran towards the Kitsune with a look of distress. The shrine maiden panted indicating she was out of breath from running.

“Dear me,” Yae Miko said as she glanced at the shrine maiden, “What news do you have?”

“It's about Mondstadt!” The shrine maiden exclaimed with her eyes looking scared when she heard the news of the city of freedom, “The city has been destroyed and the cause of it was the great creator!”

Everyone in the shrine who heard the news started whispering in shock to her that the city of freedom has been destroyed by the true creator.

“It seems she finally has started her revenge,” Yae Miko said looking back at the letter “Looks like things will not look good in Inazuma if only Ei and the others except the Arataki gang just opened their eyes and realized the signs sooner”

Suddenly another person entered the shrine as one of your chats began cawing at the new person.

“What do you mean by that”

One of the shrine maiden gasps when they see who it was, “A-Almighty Shogun!!”

Raiden Shogun or should I say Ei suddenly appeared in the shrine with a look of shock when she saw the crow from that rooftop and recognized that the crow wasn't from Inazuma but it belonged to the true creator.

“The Shogun has appeared?!”

“When did she arrive?!”

“I thought she was busy, especially since there were many soldiers assigned around Inazuma”

Whispers appeared once again in the Shrine which made Yae Miko irritated by it as she turned around and turned around to face her friend who wanted answers.

Especially since she did not know that Yae was in contact with you.

“My it seems someone has finally got out of her place after what happened to the execution” Yae Miko chuckled, “If I recall shouldn't you be helping your people or continuing your mourning?”

“Don't change the subject Miko” Ei glared at the Pink Yokai Kitsune, “Since when did you come in contact with the creator?”

“Oh?” Yae Miko made a fake surprised expression, “Is the Almighty Shogun jealous that she was not the one to be in contact with our creator?”

“Miko”

Yae Miko laughed as she looked at the Electro Archon who isn't in the mood in being teased, “Alright I'll stop for now”

The Kitsune then shoos away her shrine maidens before gesturing Ei to a table that is already prepared for them ahead as all the shrine maidens give them privacy.

“Let's have a chat after you finally got out of your abode”

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“How long have you known the creator Miko?” Ei promptly asked.

“Straight to the point and not even a greeting,” Yae said as she drank her tea, “Although I can't say I pity you once you realized you have been serving the fake creator”

Ei tensed up as she stared at her mango milk while Yae just looked at her. Guilt and pain were all over the Electro Archon’s face after she realized who she hunted down the whole time.

“To put it simply” Yae put down her drink, “Back when Sayu was around she informed me about the so-called impostor that you and the other archons are chasing which I had no interest that is until I saw them”

Yae looked at the person that entered her shrine while bandaging their wounds that are bleeding which are slowly flashing red to gold making her eyes widen once she recognizes the signs.

“So I took them in and started asking questions about themselves” She explained, “Only to find out they are an outlander like our dear traveler and wanted to look for a way out of this world”

“...”

“Did you know that (Y/n) complained to me about when she arrived here for no reason only to get chased down under the orders of our faker” Yae glanced at Ei who continued looking down in shame, “I pity her especially she has no idea what our world is like nor knows about her being the true creator but was mostly labeled as an impostor by everyone”

“...”

“Nothing to say? Well, then I will continue-”

“Why”

“Hmm?”

“Why didn't you tell me about it Miko” Ei looked at her with a frown, “Why didn't you tell me that you knew they are the real creator when you noticed the signs”

“...”

Yae Miko suddenly felt a huge annoyance as her vision began glowing in the rage of her emotions. How long has she tried to tell Ei that she was serving a fake? How many times she was turned away and banned from getting near her and the faker?

She has told her friend so many times but she refused to listen.

This made Yae Miko annoyed.

"I told you Ei! I told you many times that the Divine creator you have been working with was none other than the true imposter" Yae looked at Ei who slumped down as you could see her eyes swarming with guilt in them.

“I-”

"No excuses," Yae cut her off, "You knew you should have been suspicious when that faker suddenly starts throwing tantrums and made stupid executions on the people of Teyvat"

“…”

“The fact you say I didn't tell you when you were the one who ignored my words and continued to blindly follow that faker’s tyranny that already has ruined and killed innocent people such as Sayu and the other people from the other nations!”

Ei flinched but she knew Miko was right and Miko had the right to get angry at her. The Electro Archon looked down at her Dango milk in sadness and shame

What would Makoto think of you?

She did everything to make the creator proud.

And yet you ruined it for her and did not realize sooner that you served an imposter.

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“History is repeating itself and this time it's their fault for being such blind simps!”

“…”

Dainsleif watched silently at the crow that suddenly decided to follow him in meeting the spy.

Or rather there are actually two from what he had heard from one of the crows.

“Thou shall all sinners get punished by Big sis!” The crow shouted.

Honestly, Dainsleif pitied you for dealing with these kinds of crows but at the same time, he finds them interesting despite how talkative they are.

“They will” He replied to them, “Her Majesty will start her plan once she gives the signal”

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!” The crow shouted following a sound that suddenly sounds like…your cackle?

“If one of my chat starts mimicking a voice that is not their own then they are probably using one of my voices or from my family”

“Is that possible?”

“It is for them and I sometimes wonder if they are a crow or just a parrot in disguise”

At least Dainsleif knows what your crow is doing or what they are like.

Finally the former Captain of Khaenri'ah' has entered the border that reaches the entrance of Liyue and Monstadt as he could see bloody footprints and walls of the cliffs that looked destroyed indicating where the third wither has gone off. One of your crows landed on Dainsleif's shoulder to which he allowed it so long the crows do that yell or peck him then he will continue to allow them to stay on his shoulder.

The good thing is that no one was sight of the entrance as it was getting dark. Mostly the place was trashed with whole and bloody footprints that can be seen at the entrance.

“Now one of our spies should arrive…”

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“You know you didn't have to come with me,” Aether said to Amber.

The outrider just gave him a small smile, “I had to, especially since I already finished my tasks in Liyue and also did some checking on Eula who has fallen asleep after finally surviving that three-headed monster’s poison-like effect”

Aether grimaced at that. Eula one was one of the victims and was the first to wake up after surviving the effects of that three-headed creature they try to fight but it was not easy especially when it attacks those who are hit get some kind of poison-like effect on their bodies before dying completely except for vision users who mostly get into like a comatose state or continue suffering the pain.

Paimon was lucky that she survived the process but was unconscious after receiving the monster's effect and Aether hasn't been himself after Paimon took the hit instead of him. The healers told him that Paimon will be okay and are not sure when she'll be waking up but so far she was lucky to survive the effect of the monster.

It eases a few of his nerves to Aether but at the same time, it still made him more guilty than he got Paimon hurt.

Right now Aether was assigned by Ningguang to check the border between Mondstadt and Liyue after Ningguang got a report of something happening on the border due to the sight of crows there. Aether was supposed to do it alone but Amber decided to accompany the Traveler. Right now they already walked passed Wangshuu Inn and now are heading to Dihua Marsh to check out the strange happening at the border that is the entrance between Liyue and Mondstadt.

“I'm quite worried about what will find,” Amber said as she started hugging herself, “To think we have to check something when it's almost dark is making me get goosebumps”

“True” Aether said especially since he doesn't know why feels something will happen, “Let's hope once we finish checking we can use the teleports to go to Lityue”

“Oh yeah speaking of teleporting” Amber looked at the Traveler, “Why didn't you use that instead of walking to the entrance”

That made Aether stop walking with Amber.

In 1 minute of silence, the blonde Traveler went red as he covered his face in shame making Amber let out a laugh realizing why her friend went red with embarrassment.

He forgot about the waypoints or rather the teleporters.

“PFFT! I can't believe you” Amber wiped her tears away, “Forgot about the waypoints! Hahaha!”

Aether groaned as he covered his face, “I'm so sorry Amber!

“Hey!” Amber patted his back, “It's fine, a bit of Exercise helps!”

That made Aether uncovered his face and let out a sigh as he smiled at the outrider. Just then his smile went away as he spotted a crow flying past them. Amber saw the sudden expression of the Traveler and looked where he was looking only to see the crow as well.

“Isn't that-”

“I WANNA GO HOME!!”

The crow whined before flying off as Amber and Aether made the chase to go after it. The crow didn't seem to notice them and was heading to the entrance of Liyue and Mondstadt which means that there can be only one thing.

You might be at the border and as much as the outrider and Traveler could return by spotting the crow they already knew that it would waste their time, especially since they are very close to the entrance.

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‘Dainsleif?’ Aether thought as he never knew that he would be seeing the former Captain of Khaenri'ah again.

Aether and Amber arrived at the entrance of Liyue and Mondstadt after they followed the crow. They both thought it would lead them to the creator except it didn't but instead of the creator it was Dainsleif who was at the entrance of the border talking to someone who was wearing a brown cloak.

The Pryo brunette and the blonde Traveler were hiding as they only saw the two people talking about something. They have no idea who the cloaked person is as they try their best to stay hidden through the bushes and trees.

“Hey Aether” Amber whispered to the blonde, “Isn't he that person who stopped the creator back in the…execution?”

“Yeah, it is him,” Aether replied as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Both of them became quiet as the crow landed on Dainsleif's shoulder sulking, making the blonde Khaenri'ahian pet the bird’s head with his index finger before continuing the conversation with their ‘spy’.

“When Rosaria informed us of you suddenly joining I knew something was up, especially since Her Majesty is currently resting and preparing for her revenge,” Dainsleif said crossing his arms.

“Revenge…” Amber muttered.

The person in the cloak lowly said his words to Dainsleif who was able to hear it with the crow except for Aether and Amber who couldn't hear the cloak person’s voice and words.

Dainsleif sighed, “I trust you should know that her majesty is not gonna be giving second chances not after you almost killed her”

“…”

“Joining us won't make a change or make you accepted in Her Majesty’s arms easily”

“…”

The cloak in person started talking again and Aether swore it they sounded familiar but he can't place his finger on it.

“What's going on?…”Amber asked worriedly, “I can't hear what they are saying except that person who stopped the creator’s bloodbath”

Aether couldn't say anything and tried to get close a bit but Amber stopped him, especially since he almost got spotted by the crow.

“In 3 days her majesty will unleash the Doomsday”

What.

Aether and Amber suddenly felt their heart drop hearing that word. They aren't sure why when they heard Dainsleif's words but hearing the word ‘Doomsday’ caused both of them to have red flags around them.

The person in the cloak flinched but asked them in another low voice to Dainsleif hummed.

“We plan to make them think 3 weeks they can prepare everything in time but that is merely a lie” Dainsleif explained, “Both her majesty and Rubedo agreed 3 days they will unleash it as a punishment”

“We need to tell everyone!…” Amber hissed in a low voice that only Aether can hear, “Everyone will get hurt!”

Aether nodded and just as they were about to quietly escape-

BONK!!

“URGH!”

Aether started swaying as he hit the ground hard. Amber gasped and was about to summon her bow and she was quickly knocked down.

“INTRUDERS!! NICE ONE XIAO!!” The crow shouted as Dainsleif looked behind the cloak person who did a small glance at the duo since they did not want their face to be revealed.

X-Xiao…?

Indeed the one who knocked out Amber and made Aether hit the ground was Xiao who looked at the Traveler with an unreadable expression before walking towards Dainsleif.

“W-Whats the ma-meaning of this…?” Aether asked, “W-Why”

“…”

Xiao didn't say anything as Dainsleif nodded at him, “I supposed you decided to finally come after scouting and avoiding the Geo Archon's eyes?”

Aether suddenly felt his head pounding in pain as his vision began to blurry. All he could hear was the crow's laughter before the cloaked person turned around causing Aether's eyes widened.

No way…

First Xiao and now-

“KNOCK HIM OUT!” The crow once again screamed as Aether then felt his head collide with the ground very hard.

Before he fell unconscious he words these last words:

“Make sure you use the potion that erases the memories on both of them. Her Majesty said that the effect will last until 4 days”

W…why…

And then everything went black.

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Somewhere in Liyue monsters began disappearing for no reason however there are some who are around the lands of Liyue but their strengths were stronger than before. Hilichurls would normally be easy to fight but now they are a bit harder and also aggressive. Slimes began to appear in numbers more than before and Geovishaps are sometimes seen in groups with the hatchling as well. The Fatuis are nowhere in sight except some Treasurer hoarders who are unfortunate to get caught in the crossfire with the elemental enemies.

No one in Liyue is safe, especially since there have been sudden earthquakes around Nantianmen that were definitely banned to all citizens and adventures considering that is where Azhdaha was sealed into.

A little blue finch was flying through the trees while trying to find high ground to stay safe from the animals, monsters, Humans, and of course, earthquakes that Azhdaha would make sometimes. The bird chirped before another earthquake came causing it to squeak as it lost its balance and started falling towards the lake.

Just as it was about to land on the water something caught the bird who was confused before opening its eyes and seeing who saved it from falling into the water.

“My what a pretty bird you are”

A woman with brown long hair wore black clothing with a black veil covering her face and a black hat that looked very similar to a certain person who wore a hat. She also wore a beautiful black dress and black gloves. A bracelet that looked like a locket was on her right wrist shimmering from time to time.

The bird chirped, making the woman giggle as she watched the bird fly away to Liyue.

“What a beautiful world this place is…” She whispered admiring the beauty of the city of Liyue.

“Oh but it is”

Suddenly a flash of green appeared a bit far but still near the woman who let out a sigh as she suddenly felt her mood down when he decided to appear.

“...What do you want?” She asked the entity behind her, “Shouldn't you be keeping one of your precious champion?”

“Shouldn't you be in your domain especially if I recall you never appear in your full form except possessing your husband” The entity retorted at the Goddess.

The woman rolled her eyes before running around to face the entity.

“What are you doing here DreamXD?” The woman glared at the other god.

DreamXD just laughed, “Come now Lady Kristin you know why I am here~”

“That’s Lady Death to you” Kristin corrected the Green God especially since she doesn't like how this God is saying her real name casually like she is his friend.

Both knew that they aren't friends especially Kristin can not forgive him when his little champion brought pain to her family.

“My how rude of you” The green God chuckled as his four wings ruffled, “And I thought you would continue being yourself instead of pretending to use that personality despite it doesn't change anything”

“Out with it!” She glared at God.

Kristin has patience but she has no patience for a God who has been interested in her daughter from the moment she was born. The mother remembered how the Green god stared at her daughter with interest and proclaimed she was the reincarnation of a higher God in another world.

Her husband never believed it. She didn't believe it either.

But in the end, she can't help but agree after she saw what her daughter was capable of when she arrived in this world.

The green God shrugged, “I just came to check on you after the other gods well mostly myself have noticed your presence disappeared and to think I would find you in this universe despite you know you can never stop your daughter’s revenge”

“…”

“But when I arrived I never felt excited!” He chirped, “To think she would pull the same idea from her Philza and Technoblade makes my day!”

The God laughed while the Goddess of Death stayed silent and stared at him. Life around Kristin was slowly withering due to her anger that is currently being held back as getting angry or falling for the taunts of the Green God would be a waste of time.

He is just like Dream, his little champion but more annoying.

“It's quite a shame though” DreamXD calm down from his laughter, “Once (Y/n) finally got her powers as the Higher God or rather the creator of this game world she would never return back to herself”

“You know what I mean right Lady Kristin?~”

Kristin frowned. She knew what he was talking about and she could not meet you face to face without Mojang’s going after her. Once you slowly get your powers being the true creator you will be facing a price that you may not like.

Kristin wished that you didn't deserve this role, not when you have no memories of being the creator of this world and all you want is to be with your family.

“Although I wonder…If she was able to become a God. Will she be forever forgotten by her family? Just like when-”

“It seems” Kristin cut him off, “That you have forgotten what your role is like only in the Dream SMP but never outside of it”

Suddenly the atmosphere became really tense as the wind between the two gods slowly disappeared and the animals or other living beings ran away from the area as both gods stared down at each other.

“Tell me DreamXD” Kristin spoke, “What were you the God of again?”

In the blink of an eye silver chains that are glowing with darkness around them appeared and wrapped themselves on DreamXD who was startled as the ground around them withered.

“You! How-”

“The thing is DreamXD” Kristin started as she slowly walked towards the Green God, “ You are a God mostly in the Dream SMP but outside?”

DreamXD didn't say anything but he was shaking around the chains.

Is he scared?

No.

He is angry.

He is angry because out of the other gods Kristin knows that DreamXD is more capable and strong in one server.

But if he were to go to any server or outside of it-

“…Are you trying to make me mad Lady Kristin-”

Kristin snapped her fingers causing the chains to tighten around DreamXD who gritted his teeth behind his XD mask.

“You have forgotten your place and who I am so I will correct you”

Kristin was now in front of DreamXD as she made him bend over a bit as he was very much taller than her and her husband.

“I'm the Goddess of Death,” She told him as her chocolate eyes suddenly disappeared and her eyes became the whole black behind her veil.

“When you are one God in a server that will make you powerful but outside?”

“And you? What kind of God are you?” The smirk appeared on Kristin-no the Goddess of Death made DreamXD grit his teeth behind his mask as he felt enraged and humilated thanks to this Goddess

He should have been aware that Kristin despite is the one who is in charge of the souls in the underworld was given a gift to have chains the will chain other gods and they could not escape it unless Kristin let them.

However Kristin herself knows how much power she has once she got gods on her chains will make her powerful and a threat to other gods. So for now she will only use these chains unless she is provoked.

“You are nothing”

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JESUS IT'S LIKE 12 MIDNIGHT HERE AND I FINALLY FINISHED THIS LONG AS PROLOGUE YASSSS!!!

MY WI-FI HASN'T RETURN YET SO I'M LUCKY MY MOBILE DATA IS A BIT STRONG TO PUBLISH THIS BUT AFTER DAYS OF REVISING AND RESEARCHING ABOUT GUIZHONG BY ASKING MY SENPAIS FOR HELP ALONG WITH LOOKONG FOR GUIZHONG COMIC DUB IN YOUTUBE TO HELP ME TRY TO GET GUIZHONG'S CHARACTER RIGHT TAT

I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE HER AND IDK IF I GOT HER CHARACTER RIGHT BUT I'M MORE WORRIED IF I GOT ALL THE CHARACTERS IN CHARACTER AND HOPEFULLY NOT OOC 😭😭😭😭

My brain hurted this shit so bad please 😭😭😭

ALSO YES I ADDED MUMZA IN THE END AND I REALLY HOPE I GOT HER CHARACTER RIGHT AND SAME GOES TO DREAMXD!

YEP I GAVE KRISTIN THE HELA LINES FROM MARVEL UWU ✨💕 Plus it was inspired by an animatic I watched in YouTube and I couldn't find it anymore IDK why TAT

And the meaning behind of Mumza's words about DreamXD is that in my own opinion I feel like DreamXD wouldn't be a full God unless he is in the DreamXD since its known that DreamXD and Dream are different persons yet similar people. Plus gods who are in the Minecraft world can visit other worlds like how Mumza was able to enter Teyvat without needing to possess Philza ^^

The sad thing is that she can't meet her daughter or else she'll be force to back to the underworld directly which is sad TwT

But honestly what do you think especially now I can take a break and then work on Prologue 3 that will be coming out next month ^^ I really hope you enjoy this despite it looks dragged on but hey you can't blame me on my world building lol XD

No hate in my comments or else I will remove it also no anon hating me in my inbox of my story when I already said I made this for fun and made sure it is different to the other SAGAU stories but still similar.

Also a bit of changes in Prologue part 1 and Prolonge Part 2! I'll be re-reading this interlude to check it I missed anything or made a mistake once I wake up the next day.

But anyways that's all I can say and please reblog, like and comment on my stories! Don't forget to follow me for of these!

Goodnight!

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in honor of speak now tv about to drop, im bringing back my stranger things taylor song casting. i wrote a lot of this on my phone after listening to the album so apologizes for grammar errors or anything

mine: ronance, from Nancy's POV. Careless man's careful daughter. Sitting there by the water mirroring the boat scene. You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded. In the music video, we see the couple fighting when things get tough outside of the relationship, which we've also seen Nancy do, both when she was struggling with Barb and fighting with Jonathan when dealing with sexism from her job.

sparks fly: lumax. Max is the rainstorm, Lucas the house of cards. "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but for you, I know it's no good"

back to december: stancy; but just Nancy apologizing for how things ended, not them getting back together. "that night" not just being the Halloween fight but her cheating on him. I think she would feel bad about how things ended and I really want them to talk everything out in season 5. Plz. Also the line, "I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile...how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry" Obv with the tan skin and smile, but I hc that after Nancy told Steve what happened to Barb, he held her while she cried

speak now: byler, from Will's pov. Not in a literal wedding sense (though that might make a fun fic...) but more of Mike asking Will for advice about El and Will just finally coming clean. Maybe it doesn't go great and he doubles down with El and it causes some tension or maybe the roles are reversed and Mike comes clean then panics and doubles down and Will is trying to get him back

dear john: Joyce about Lonnie. I hate this man.

mean: El about Angela. Imagine if before the roller skate incident, she confided in Joyce and she told her to just confront her with her words, ya know? Like just call her out for being mean. Then when that doesn't work, she thinks, "well, what would Hopper tell me? Gotta fight back." Makes my heart melt

the story of us: Mike and El, from El’s pov. I just really feel like El would use story tails and romance stories, etc. to compare love to. This song to the letter fight just... ugh.

never grow up: Nancy. First verse to Holly, how she knows what's ahead, both in terms of alternate dimensions and being a teenage girl. She doesn't want her to have to deal with either of the two, just to stay little while she can. Second verse to Mike, seeing him start to become more of an adult and secretly missing her annoying kid brother. (brings more punch to the line “all your little brothers favorite songs”) Third verse takes place after she graduates, moving for school. Her night light mentioned in the verse was her graduation/farewell present from Holly, who says she's a big girl now and doesn't need it.

enchanted: elmax! From Max's POV. Imagine the second verse is them having a sleepover, playing truth or dare. I also love the use of referencing the story tail love metaphor again

better than revenge: stommy; Tommy singing about Nancy. idk it’s the closest I could get.

innocent: Steve and Nancy. First verse is about Nancy (lost your balance on a tight rope, lost your mind trying to get it back. wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everyone believed in you. , second about Steve. bonus points if you imagine them singing this to each other (not in a romantic way)

haunted: lumax (I’m sorry) Lucas begging for her to come back after her attack. Trying to move on and be happy but he can’t get over her. the chorus too, “somethings gone terribly wrong” “your eye’s gone cold” the bridge too “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” you can also imagine it as like, she lives but can’t face the party without thinking about what happened too

last kiss: stancy / mike and el (parallel!) I think I’m gonna write up a post about all the parallels I see in the characters and dynamics, but I really love this one. Steve being El and Nancy being Mike. The Wheelers having severe issues with love (specifically saying the word) and hurting those who are head over heel for them. I see this from all of their perspectives, switching based off the lines. first verse is mileven (the plane line, “sit on the floor wearing your clothes” we’ve seen El wear clothes from pretty much everyone in the party) the second verse is stancy from Nancy’s pov (life of the party, “i’m not much for dancing, but for you i did” listing things he did she loved without saying “i love you”) bridge is rapid fire switching. “so I’ll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep” mike (bylers take a lot of family photos; i can imagine him seeing her in photos will sends) “i feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe” steve “and i’ll keep up with our old friends just you ask them how you are” el “i hope it’s nice where you are…it’s a beautiful day” nancy (i think she feels bad for how things ended)

long live: the whole party. they deserve to feel like hero’s and royalty after everything they’ve been though. i desperately need to find an edit to this

ours: Steddie. the town hates eddie atm and would probably not take well to king steve dating him. the lines “i love the riddles that you speak” and “any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored” i can also see lumax, but this is just such a light hearted song to me so i didn’t want to compare it to the racism we’ve seen be thrown at lucas and his relationship

superman: jopper. i love the idea of joyce hyping him up as her superman. also based on my parents (my dad was a first responder and this song always made me think of them for the “saving the world” aspect) “he’s not all bad like his reputation” i’m ignoring the sad parts and just focusing on the “go be a superhero, i’ll be here when you get back”

electric touch: steddie. eddie’s taylor, steve is patrick. “this could either break my heart or bring it back to life” “got a history of stories ending sadly” (eddie) “everytime i tried for love, it fell apart” (steve)

when emma falls in love: robin. i have no real proof, it just reminds me of her. i love the image of steve saying all of this about her ❤️❤️ (obvs pronouns change and stuff)

i can see you: steddie (it’s a very steddie coded album, leave me alone) from steve’s pov, talking about how he’s always had a crush on eddie and always noticed him but it breaks eddie’s brain fhat king steve has a crush on him

castles crumbling: steve angst time. talking about his “fall from social grace” and how he lost everything, both in terms of reconciling what he lost from being a jerk as king steve and what he lost when he was dethroned

foolish one; byler. “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love” “it’s delicate but i’ll try my best to seem bulletproof” “maybe someday when we’re older this is something we’ll laugh about” “you haven’t written me or called” “i’ll get your longing glances but she’ll get your ring”

timeless; jopper. soul mates for real

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #chief hopper #mike wheeler #steddie #ronance #taylor swift #speak now #speak now tv

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Is there any lore or backstory about the island and characters?!? ( if not that’s okay :•] ) I visit your island every couple months it’s just so fun!!!

Thank you so much visiting regularly!! That's makes me very happy to hear!

And yes I do actually have lore!!

Fun fact, I originally wanted it to be a comic and then realized that my drawing skills were....subpar, so acnh island it became instead!

So some story lore below the cut!!!

(TW for some medical trauma involving kids, derealization, and general weird stuff)

So the main character is Tommy! He's depicted as a young boy (roughly around 8 in this version of pigeonhole) he wakes up in a dreamlike version of his town, pigeonhole. He's greeted by his little sister marble* (5) who tells them to leave immediately because it's "not his time yet", pigeonhole is pretty much like purgatory for Tommy and they are actually in a coma in real life due to a near fatal car accident involving a neighbor Tommy knows** and must wake up before the get too far into this "dream" of pigeonhole. Marble acts as a guide to help them return to the real world, as there are forces trying to make Tommy succumb to the dream and stay here forever (essentially dying in the real world)

Um that's it for like background plot? Like I said it was gonna be a comic in my head but because I can't draw...that's as far as I've gotten with it.

Tommy is actually 13 in reality and Maribel/marble is 10 but in this dream version Tommy has regressed to about 8 because he was that age when they first moved to this town.

All of the villagers are supposed to be weird versions of people Tommy knows in reality.

All of the locations on the island are tied to specific memories from Tommy and is why the are important enough to manifest in pigeonhole (his mother works at the post office at the entrance of the island, stuff like that)

**this explains all of the medical equipment scattered around the island and the scary junkyard owned by Roscoe

*Marble greets him here because she's kinda like an amalgamation of a character from his favorite video game and his little sister in real life (her name is actually Maribel)

Some bonus Tommy character traits:

He HATES wearing shoes and socks so in dream pigeonhole he'll never have any

Their favorite color is yellow

His favorite food is beef stew

They are always wearing a cute sweater because his mom used to make them for him because he gets cold very easily (this is just a real trait of mine because I'm cold all the time)

They're terrified of robots

Also if it had been a comic it definitely would have had a happy ending!! Tommy would have successfully escaped pigeonhole and fully healed from the car accident!!

Hopefully this makes sense! If y'all have any questions please let me know!!

#thank you anon! #tommy rambles #welcome to pigeonhole #pigeonhole lore? #tw derealization #tw medical #medical trauma #unreality #just to be safe y'know? #lemme know if i need anymore tags I'll be happy to add them!