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mikrowrites · 3 years

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andromeda

(vignettes cut from cottages of constellations; can be read as a one-shot)

c!wilbur x reader

summary: a series of memories from y/n’s perspective; the war, the death, the stars, the secret, and the meeting.

warnings: fluff, angst, violence, war themes, bad mental health situations, death, language, manipulation

a/n: this is basically a bunch of scrapped ideas from cottages of constellations that i shoved together bc i already had them written and have been hitting a writer’s block with pt 3. the only part of this you should regard as “canon” is the syndicate vignette, that will be in pt 3. enjoy!!

Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets.

That was not something unknown by any, not a surprise to some. The two seemed to have words unspoken, existing between the glance of an eye or a brush of a hand, a nod of a head and a ever so soft sigh. Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets to themselves and themselves only.

The cottage was one. A secret kept along a peaceful riverbank, until the price of TNT seemed higher than that forgotten paradise. There were some other secrets too. Some inconsequential, some almost burdening.

Y/n and Wilbur kept a secret they chose to not share with anyone. A secret that would be for the best if left unsaid.

But the price of freedom would prove higher and more demanding. The price for a tall brunette man to whisper the words into an enemy’s ear, for the enemy to relay it to someone who was once deemed an old friend.

The moment Schlatt spoke the secret out loud to Y/n with threatening intent, everything came crashing to the ground.

It was a secret Schlatt would die with.

—

The War…

Y/n arrived as the sun rose at dawn.

Wilbur was there to meet her, his uniform jacket unbuttoned messily and his cravat askew. As she approached him closer he smiled softly, but the smile was tired, aching, the light in his eyes dimmed by the bags beneath them.

What was the saying, “winning is easy, governing is harder”?

Y/n feared both feats were insurmountably difficult.

“Hello, love.” Wilbur sighed, striding the distance of Y/n’s approach and pulling her into his arms, holding her like a lifeline.

“Hey Wil, it’s okay, I’m here.” Y/n reassured.

He pulled away with a less tight smile, wrapping his fingers around her own, pulling her towards the majestic walls.

“Y/n L/n, welcome to L’manburg.”

And L’manburg was small, and undeveloped, and nothing quite impressive really. But it was her lover’s nation, and to Y/n it looked like a spectacle of heaven. “It’s wonderful.”

Wilbur led her into the camaravan, where battle plans and declarations had been hung and placed about, with an occasional empty bottle or a misplaced piece of weaponry.

Y/n had fought in wars before, in another life, far from this server. She had played the part of diplomat, of ally, of enemy. It was all a language familiar to her like breathing, and she suspected Wilbur was well aware, why else would he write begging her to join the front lines?

She hummed in thought, running her hands over a tabletop. “When’s the next battle, then?”

“Tomorrow.” Wilbur replied simply.

Y/n nodded. “Okay. Where do we start?”

Wilbur smiled once more.

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The Death…

Y/n struggled against Quackity’s hold, screaming her throat raw. “YOU KILLED HIM!”

Smoke from the firework barrage still lingered on the execution box, Schlatt turning from his podium to Y/n. He smirked. “Y/n, my dear, he was a traitor. You know what happens to traitors.”

Y/n spat at his feet, the man laughing. “That’s cute. Remember Y/n, I hold all the cards in my hands. You don’t want to step out of line, remember? Who knows what secrets could get spilled.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Y/n glared, her eyes like fire as the two stood off against each other on the podium under Manberg’s watching eyes. “Because I am going to fucking kill you before you even think about it.”

Schlatt laughed loudly again, facing the crowd. “Do you hear that, folks? Miss Y/n is going to kill me!” He lowered his voice, leaning so he was face to face with her. “That’s treason, my friends.”

Y/n hardened her eyes, as Quackity let her arms go. She stepped forwards, her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Everything was quiet, not the crowd’s jabs or cries were heard by her, not even Niki’s protests to spare her best friend.

Schlatt smiled, unsheathing his own sword as Y/n stood her ground, preparing to produce her own in hopes of taking down the tyrannical man once and for all.

“These were not the ideals of L’manberg.” Y/n shouted so the audience could hear her. “And Manberg should be no different. And I’m getting really fucking tired of you hurting everyone and everything I love. So yeah, I’m a traitor, because I value people over a country.”

“People you’d be willing to lose a life for?” Schlatt jeered.

“Time and time again, yes.” She verified.

Schlatt shook his head in amusement. “Y/n, the patron saint of L’manberg. You’ll fall as easily as any man.”

Y/n smirked, drawing her own sword. “Good thing I’m not a man then, yes?”

“STOP! Stop!”

The two adversaries’ heads whipped over, catching the glimpse of a tall brunette in a brown trench coat walking down the aisle of seats, hands out in a preventative gesture. “Stop.”

“Wil…?” The man who left her behind. The man who promised safety. The man who most importantly, loves her. The former President, to protect his former First Lady.

Schlatt’s sword ran through Y/n’s body. Wilbur screamed.

The girl gasped, grasping Schlatt’s shoulder’s with tight fingers, looking at him in shock. He had gotten the upper hand. Y/n had never lost a duel, yet this one was over before it had even started because she did the one thing she had been trained to never do in battle.

Y/n found distraction in a lover.

Wilbur would always be her hubris.

Schlatt leaned over with booze-tainted breath to whisper in her ear. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He then ripped the sword out of her, and everything went black. The last thing Y/n heard before waking up laying in the soft grass of a forest was the sound of Wilbur shouting her name.

Y/n was killed by JSchlatt

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The Stars…

Long ago, in a world different from where she was now, Y/n’s mother had taught her every constellation strewn across the night sky. The young girl would marvel at her mother, eyes shining with curiosity and awe as the soft-spoken woman would point to each cluster of stars.

Life was simple then, before war after war Y/n was forced to fight and win. Before aching loss and hurt.

Y/n laid on the angled roof of Philza’s house, her lips parted slightly as her eyes traced designs of warriors and beasts and lovers. Her breath fogged into the night sky, the girl indifferent to the cold surrounding her.

“Kid, what’re ya doin’?”

She flicked her eyes down to where Technoblade stood beneath her, staring up at her form with disinterest but yet a glint of confusion or curiosity.

Y/n smirked, her eyes traveling back up to the sky. “Chasing constellations.”

Technoblade definitely had the right idea to be a tint worried at the sight of Y/n on a roof, staring off into nothing. It had been a week and a half since they had both blown up New L’manberg, and her mind was undoubtedly conflicted. Techno supposed if he were in the same situation, he’d feel the same perhaps. But now (though he’d never show it) he was just concerned of the well-being of his old friend.

So Technoblade was immensely surprised when Y/n patted a spot on the roof next to her and said: “cmon”.

The blood god was silent and still for a moment before pulling out his trident, using it to launch himself up and land gracefully onto the roof next to her. The girl didn’t flinch a bit, just turned back to the night sky.

Y/n looked tired, Techno noticed, but yet relieved. He hadn’t seen her this relaxed since their last war fought together away from this server, where she had spoken of a kindhearted brunette she was running away with after the battle’s conclusion.

Technoblade sat next to her, the girl sighing. “No more wars, Techno. I’ve fought my last one. I’m tired of being a pawn in someone’s game, of breaking myself for others.” Y/n huffed out a laugh. “I think I might try that retirement plan.”

“Retirement is overrated.” Technoblade groaned. “So if I made you an offer, you’d refuse?”

Y/n shrugged, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her kneecaps. “Depends on the offer. I’m pretty done being taken advantage of.”

Techno turned to look at her. “All these years and you don’t trust the proof I wouldn’t.”

“Can’t blame a girl for having trust issues.” She grumbled. “What’s the offer?”

“I’m putting together a group of people with common ideals. Anarchy, we’d be there to abolish these kingdoms’ governments before they can cause more death and destruction, cause more Wilburs.” Techno explained, the girl turning to him at the sound of her ex-lover’s name. “We’re called the Syndicate.”

Y/n murmured the name to herself, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s we?”

“Philza and I. Zephyrus and Prostileus. And, potentially, you.” He stated. “Codenames.”

She turned back to the stars, silent for a few minutes. Technoblade patiently sat in the quiet, letting the girl mull over her thoughts. It had been about five minutes when he spoke up. “So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n pursed her lips, before parting them with a soft exhale. “Andromeda… call me Andromeda.”

Technoblade smiled at his old comrade in battle, now considered an ally and friend.

“Welcome to the Syndicate, Andromeda.”

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The Secret…

Y/n wasn’t sure how long she had sat in the makeshift cell. Had it been days? Weeks? She didn’t know. All she knew was locked away to stand trial for “aiding fugitives in escaping”.

Her thoughts drifted to Wilbur, as they usually did in moments like these, where she fought desperately to remember the sound of his laughter or his loving assurances. Y/n hoped he and Tommy were safe, and she knew they were smart so they would be.

But she feared for Fundy as well. They had spoken on the night he announced his campaign for president, their hushed voices behind the podium as the rest of the server were asleep.

Y/n met the boy in the shadows of the podium, Fundy looking at her for some kind of reaction. Would she shout in anger? Cry in sadness? Running against his father was a betrayal, he should be reprimanded by the closest thing to a mother he had.

Instead, she smiled, and hugged him.

Fundy tensed in surprise before wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder as his hands clutched the back of her jacket.

“You know I have to support and stand by your father,” she started, softly rubbing small circles into Fundy’s back. “but it will never overshadow how proud I am of you.”

“Thank you, mama.” He sighed out, Y/n smiling kindly.

“You are my pride and you are my joy, Fundy. There’s nothing you could do that could make me love you less. Don’t forget that, okay?” Y/n asked.

Fundy nodded his head against his mother figure’s shoulder, still embracing her.

He missed the tears in her eyes as she bit her lip to keep her walls up. Indulging in this moment wasn’t something she was deserving of, and she knew that.

She had chosen to forego this path, it would be unfair of her to try and act as though she hadn’t changed everything.

The door to empty room creaked open, Y/n looking up to meet the eyes of a man she had once thought of as an old friend, but now some who repulsed her more than anything on this server. The man smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Y/n. Long time, no see.”

“Schlatt.” The name sounded like venom on her tongue, Y/n glaring at the man with dark eyes.

“How are you, hm?” Schlatt pulled a chair over for him to sit on, Y/n scoffing in disbelief.

“I don’t know Schlatt, you tell me. What the fuck is wrong with you, you were our friend!” She shouted.

Schlatt sat back in his hair. “I’m no one’s friend here. I’m a president here to run this country.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, the man smirking.

“I want you to join me.”

That made the girl start to laugh, shaking her head. “You are something else, Schlatt.”

“I’m serious, I want you to join me and Manberg.” Schlatt deadpanned.

“Fuck off.” was Y/n’s reply.

Schlatt sighed, standing from where he sat, and paced to another side of the room. “Tell me, does your little lover boy have an infatuation with TNT?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Not that I’m aware, and if I was I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair enough.” Schlatt said, his footsteps clacking against stone as he further paced. “Well, he recently made some deals with the devil and came into possession of a lot of fucking TNT. You wanna know what he traded for that much power? Secrets.”

She stiffened, eyeing Schlatt warily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Secrets?”

Schlatt hummed, grinning. “Oh yeah. Loads of ‘em. I’m a chronic eavesdropper, so I had to get the scoop. And you’ll never guess what I heard.”

Y/n stood slowly, like an animal bracing for a fight, her fists shaking. She uttered the man’s name in warning, Schlatt stopping and turning to her with a wicked grin.

“You have a child.”

It felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, Y/n momentarily forgetting how to breathe. Her mouth felt dry, her body numb. Schlatt laughed, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

“Fundy’s actually your son! Biologically and everything! And you never told him, you just left!” Schlatt exclaimed.

Y/n burst forwards, slamming Schlatt against the wall and lodging her forearm across his throat. She spoke with a low, dangerous voice. “I was young. I was stupid. And I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I couldn’t be the mother he needed.”

“So you left. And then you come back and you play the part of his mother, while the poor boy thinks your lover fucked a fish? That’s fucked up, Y/n.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n pursed her lips, glaring into Schlatt’s eyes. “What do you want?”

Schlatt slowly removed Y/n’s forearm from his throat. “I want you to join me as one of my officials. I want you to betray Wilbur and Tommy. And if you don’t…”

“… I tell Fundy your big secret… and then I personally kill him until he’s dead.”

Y/n felt completely and absolutely defeated. She had never let someone have the upper hand on her. Not like this. She remained distraughtly silent, Schlatt nodding Ashe received his answer.

He reached into his pocket, throwing her comm device onto the floor. “Lover boy’s been trying to call you for weeks. You should call him back one last time and tell him to never call again. You know what’s at stake.” Schlatt then turned and walked towards the door. “I’ll have a fine pressed suit for you tomorrow morning and a more comfortable room, then the real work begins. Goodnight, Y/n.”

And he was gone.

Y/n fell to her knees, her body shaking with fear and guilt. Why did she have to be so stupid why did she have to create such deep-sewn weaknesses, why did she leave her son?

She reached for the comms device, her trembling fingers clicking a button as she spoke out in a terrified whisper. “Wilbur?”

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The meeting…

Y/n hated parties with a passion she could not fathom. The celebration of another war won, a country saved. She was just a wandering soldier, moving from one battle to the next, finding celebration a little tone-deaf.

But nonetheless she stood in the banquet hall, her sash of medals and patches detailing her great accomplishments hung on her frame, with the world’s most uncomfortable dress covering her. Technoblade had told Y/n to liven up, drink and dance a little, though what a fucking hypocrite because he didn’t show up.

Y/n sipped her champagne, leaning against the bar top, a bored expression laid across her face as she traced circles into the wood with her finger. She didn’t register the boy standing next to her, eying her with curiosity before he spoke up. “One vodka neat, please.”

She finally indulged to meet his gaze, the tall brunette smiling and offering his hand. “Wilbur Soot.”

Y/n knocked back the rest of her champagne, before shaking his hand. “Y/n L/n.”

“You seem bored, Y/n L/n.” Wilbur observed.

She scoffed. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“So I can tell.” He quipped, Y/n beginning to question the audacity of this kid. But he just smiled widely, pulling a stool and sitting next to her.

“Look, I don’t know what you want, but if it’s getting in my pants tonight it’s definitely not happening.” Y/n bluntly responded.

“Woah there! Take me out to dinner before we discuss that.” Wilbur defended, retrieving his drink from the bartender.

Y/n couldn’t even tell if the man was joking, but she rolled her eyes anyways. He was silent, she could tell he was trying to size her up. Figure out what made her brain tick, how to read her.

Must be frustrating for him to know he can’t.

She sighed, pulling away from the bar top, smoothing out her despised dress. “Well, thanks for the chat Wilbur, but I’d best be going.”

“Of course. Have a good night, Y/n.” Wilbur raised his drink and tipped it towards her in a kind of toasting or saluting gesture. She was a high ranked militia official anyways.

Y/n nodded and walked away, Wilbur watching her as she left. What she didn’t know, was he could read her like an open book. He saw her pain, her guilt, her stone disposition. But he saw her kindness, her generosity, her beauty. Wilbur was intoxicated by the mere presence of her, and her mystery.

Wilbur just had a gut feeling they’d cross paths again. And when they did, maybe in a space she was more comfortable than the loud and cheering party, maybe he’d offer her a drink, or even a dance. The boy slammed his drink on the table before standing, and rushing across the room.

Why wait when you know?

Y/n felt a gentle hand on her wrist, the girl turning to see Wilbur. She raised an eyebrow in question as he released his soft grip, and held his palm flat out in front of her. “May I have this dance.”

She had seen years of pretty boys offering her drinks and dances and the world. Each disappointed, each never following through. But Y/n looked up at Wilbur, and she could see the world in his brown eyes, she could see hope and chivalry and mirth. She pursed her lips, the boy seeming to deflate at her monotone and silent response.

Y/n took his hand, to the boy’s surprise. “One dance. That’s all.”

They danced all night. And laughed all night, more than Y/n had in years.

Y/n had never felt more alive than the night she met Wilbur Soot.

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tloujm · 3 years

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Part XXVI: Giving Grief

Author’s Notes: This is the first chapter I’ve posted in months (literally since April). I don’t know if this is a full comeback. I have a few chapters in the drafts that need to be edited and formatted for posting but after that, I still plan on continuing the series bc my plan was always have a long fic. With no new content after part II of the game was released, my interest in the fandom waned but was always there. Now with HBO creating a show based off the game, as well as me being apart of the Pedro Pascal fandom, I think I will soon become more consistent in posting as new content gets released. I will say that at least half of what appeals to me for Joel is Troy Baker’s voice and while I love Pedro’s voice too, I know it won’t be the same. I still think Pedro will do the voice justice bc he can do a damn fine country accent as seen in the movie Prospect on Netflix. If you’re a fan of his and have Netflix, please go watch it!

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Summary: You and Joel reconcile and bond over Ellie and Sarah.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel waited for you to come home. He paced back and forth in the kitchen switching from holding the card and setting it down on the counter. He was eager to talk to you about this new revelation partly because he was nervous to have the other conversation with you. After a while of calming his nerves down, you still hadn’t come home. The sun had set an hour ago and Joel was ready to throw on his boots and go looking for you.

Just as he laced them up, the front door opened. You walked in and immediately stopped because his body blocked you from walking in the house further.

“Going somewhere?” You asked as you slid past him. He was a grown man and could do what he wanted, but the thought of him leaving to go do other things before the issue between you was resolved upset you.

He reached back down to unlace his boots. “Not anymore. I was ‘bout to head out and find you.”

“Why?” You asked dryly.

“I’d been waiting on you to come home for a couple of hours. We gotta talk.”

“You’re right, we do. I was helping Wendy walk the kids home from the daycare; that’s what held me up. I’m here now, though.” You leaned against the back of the couch and crossed your arms. The stance you took reminded you of what Joel would do.

He walked into the kitchen and came back. “Kiddo made this for us.”

You took it in your hands. “When did she have time to make this?” He shrugged. Your fingers brushed across the drawing of the hat before finally opening it. “Oh my God.” She looked at you for a split second before looking back down at her signature. “Her name has been ‘Ellie’ the whole time.”

“I know.” He commented.

“She never said anything. All of us have asked her.”

“Technically, she still hasn’t spoken her name, but I guess she wasn’t ready for that.”

“She wasn’t ready to let anybody in.” You said. He nodded in agreement.

“Until now.” He walked up to you and pointed to her name on the card. “She’s doing so good, this Ellie. I can only try to imagine the horrors that she’s seen out in the world before she came to Jackson, but whatever happened out there, it led her to us. I’m...It’s just nice to see her opening up to this place.”

You understood what he was trying to say. “Yeah, I’m proud of her too.” You walked past him and into the kitchen to hang the card on the refrigerator. Joel followed. This time, his arms were crossed.

“(Y/N), I meant it when I said I was sorry back there. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.” You rebutted.

“I was upset with you because I expected you to react the same as me when Ellie climbed up that T-Rex, but I don’t want a carbon copy of myself. I love you and want to have a family with you because you are wise beyond your years, confident even if you don’t always think so, responsible even for things that aren’t your responsibility and most importantly, you’re level headedness. Where I have a tendency to lose my cool in certain situations, you are guided by this calm...patient sense of will that I envy.” He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, giving you the opportunity to say something. Seeing that you were still soaking in his words, he continued. “You’ll be a great mother. I saw it in the gentle way you juggled all those kids at the daycare. I saw it in the way you took care of Ellie the first day she came here. You’ll see though, if it’s meant for us to have a baby, how difficult it is to stop worrying. It didn’t stop when Sarah....even when I tried to push those feelings away. It doesn’t stop. I know she’s not her, but it’s hard for me to just stand by and watch her do something that could hurt her.”

“I wasn’t standing by, or at least that wasn’t my intention. I wanted to give her space. She’s so delicate, or maybe that’s my problem. I shouldn’t treat her like she’s some glass figurine. I just wanted her to grow comfortable with us by trusting her. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me to do when there was nothing personally for me to go off of, but then I thought, she’s lived out there for God knows how long by herself. She’s not only seen things but has been able to survive things. It’s hard to see how clever someone is when they won’t let you in, but I knew she had to be to have made it this far. I get it though. I’ve never been a parent. I can only sympathize with your worries. I can not empathize with you until I’ve been where you have. I’m sorry too. I could have found a way to give her space without allowing her to be in such a dangerous spot. You must be disappointed in me.”

He moved up to you and placed his hands on your shoulder. “I’m not. Look at me. I’m not disappointed in you. She was both of our responsibilities earlier.” He brought you into a tight hug. “You’re right, she is smart. She felt comfortable enough to show a side of herself that no one else has seen. You know why? ‘Cause she felt safe around us. Despite the grief she put me through, it was nice to see her so happy.”

“I know it was, wasn’t it? I can’t believe she jumped though! I didn’t think she’d go that far.”

“At the end of the day, kids will be kids. It’s not an excuse to slack off on raising ‘em, but there's just a certain wild and carefree nature that every kid has. It’s instilled in their DNA or somethin’ and then it fades away as they get older, about the time their back starts to ache.” Joel chuckled as he explained. He kissed the top of your head before pulling away to get a good look at you. He made a face as if to ask if you were ok. You nodded. He took your hand and pulled you into the living room. You sat down next to him. “She reminds me of Sarah sometimes. Ellie’s about the same age as her. She ran me through the ringer, raising that one.” He chuckled at the memories. “I wouldn’t trade it in for the world, being her dad, but you shoulda seen the amount of grief she put me through. Especially being a single parent.” He wiped his hand across his face, letting it linger along the length of his neck. “One time, she snuck off to some skate park when I told her no. She was in this skateboarding phase. I bought her a customized skateboard for her birthday and she would practice using it up and down the driveway. She had barely learned that little flippy trick when she asked me to take her to the skate park. I told her no because it looked like it was for experienced skaters. I wanted her to practice more first. To say the least, she was mad at me. She told me she was staying after school for the science club, but she really went to the skate park with some friends. By the time I figured out where she was, I found her lying in the grass, holding her arm in pain. Turned out she had a hairline fracture in her...radius?” He pointed to the bone on his arm. You nodded that it was in fact called radius. “I grounded her for lying to me, but sometimes I wonder if I should have taken her to the park. I mean I’m no expert on skateboarding, but at least I could have been there to supervise; make sure she wasn’t on one of those tough looking ramps.”

“Did you ever take her skateboarding after she healed up?”

“After the cast came off, she switched interests to soccer. I installed a shelf on one of her walls to hang the skateboard on. Better that than being stuffed under her bed. Soccer was her life though. She made new friends from the team, won titles, learned tricks with the ball. Me and Tommy were regulars at her games. I was...am proud of her.”

You smiled as you envisioned his memories. “Did she give you grief with that as well?”

He nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh yeah, but I’m sure I used to give her grief too.” You lifted your eyebrows with desire for him to elaborate. “I may or may not have argued with the coach and ref on a few occasions regarding plays.”

“You never dated any of the soccer moms?” You teased.

He scoffed. “Most of them were married and the ones who weren’t, I sent Tommy’s way instead. He wasn’t mad at it.” The two of you chuckled. “I did flirt with a few, married or not, so I could get my hands on some of their homemade baked goods.”

“I was under the assumption that soccer moms made food for everyone.”

“They did, but I still wanted a few more cupcakes for the ride home.” He admitted as you laughed. “Listen, I had a busy life. I didn’t have much time to hone my baking skills, so it was nice to be able to have homemade cakes and cookies for a change.

“Well, if you wanted cookies, that’s all you had to say! I can show you how to bake right now.”

“It’s late.” He reasoned.

“It’s never too late to feed your sweet tooth.” You rebutted as you pulled him back into the kitchen.

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unprofessional-bard · 4 years

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Chapter 4 - The Grown-Ups

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: Fluff and angst on equal amounts // mentions of depression.

Summary: The long awaited confrontation finally happens between Joel and the reader, Ellie not so completely oblivious to what happened between them. The reader sorts things out with the older Miller and Walt but things don't go as expected.

Word Count: 5.263

Author's Note: The chapter name is from the 12th episode of Mad Men's third season... most of my chapter names are already named after Mad Men episodes bc why not? I also feel like I couldn't write this chapter very well so I'm sorry if you're confused about some stuff but I'm currently working to fix those in the next chapter!

Enjoy!

"Holy shit," you gasped lightly, then quickly looked through your rifle's scope to make sure that those people were actually who you thought they were: "Open the gates! They're friendlies!"

"You know them?" Walt asked while you ran down the stairs and greeted your visitors who were none other than Joel and Ellie.

"Of course!" You replied and watched as Ellie's smile stretched to her ears.

"(Y/N)!" Ellie exclaimed and quickly walked over to you. You opened your arms with a soft Oh, Ellie and caught her in your embrace. "Aw man, it's good to see you."

"You too, darling, you too," You smiled, relief washing over you like a whole tsunami. "It is so good to see you Ellie."

You heard the door close after Joel walked over to the both of you. As glad as you were to have them back in Jackson, you hadn't forgotten about Joel's behaviour before he had left.

"(Y/N)," Joel cleared his throat. His voice, oh how you'd missed that voice of his, made you look up as Walt approached you all.

"Joel," You greeted him in a less excited tone, which made Joel look away with slight guilt on his face.

"I'm sensing some history here..." Walt commented quietly, which you ignored.

"I'm gonna take them to Tommy, I'll be right back," You spoke and turned around, holding a confused Ellie's hand and walking away. Joel gave Walt an ugly glare, then began tailing you.

You'd be lying if you said you'd forgotten about Joel - you thought of him when you thought of Ellie. Here he was now- here they both were, in the flesh, which made you incredibly happy. You knew you couldn't stay mad at him for too long, you had unintentionally grown a soft spot for the man, who saved you and gave you his water. You'd be forever grateful for him, even though he was an ex-Hunter. You remember the day Tommy had revealed it to you: Both of you were chatting and patrolling around town back in February and the topic was why the brothers had disagreed. You had stopped walking when he mentioned Joel was a Hunter before he became a Smuggler.

"You probably noticed the way he fights, he's good at killin' people in many brutal ways... The way he handled things? It just didn't sit right with me. After the Fireflies, I didn't look for him. Came here instead, you know the rest."

You couldn't belive you'd been travelling with a Hunter - you should've known, like Tommy had said, he was too brutal.

You had a few awful days after that, not leaving your house and bed. You had cried, slept and thought about everything, but eventually moved on, thinking you were never going to see him again anyway, that it was pointless to be upset about it any longer. Yet here he was, walking behind you.

Ellie talked all the way to Tommy's office, tried involving Joel from time to time but gave up eventually. Your mood improved instantly thanks to her though, you'd really missed the little rascal.

"Tommy, look who I have here," you spoke when you entered his office. Maria was there too and greetings were exchanged as you waited by the door.

"I have a house saved for y'all," Tommy said, his mood also better than it had been in a while. "Dolly, will you take them there?"

"Dolly?" Joel raised a brow as you threw daggers at the younger Miller with your glare.

"She'll tell you about it on the way," Tommy smirked as you led them out of the office. Ellie asked why he called you Dolly the moment you stepped out.

"I, uh..." you sighed. "I sung 'Jolene' at the diner one night-"

"Dolly, as in Dolly Parton?" Joel chuckled but you just rolled your eyes.

"Apparently I sung a little too well, they didn't take an ex-spec-ops for a singer," you ran your fingers through your hair.

"You should sing again sometime, maybe Joel will play the guitar-"

"Ellie." you hissed and Joel growled at the same time, which only caused her to smile wider.

Ellie requested to stay at the empty shed behind Joel's house instead of staying in with him, which you didn't understand but didn't ask about either. You showed Joel to his house and as he looked around you waited at the front door.

"Home sweet home..."

"Right," Joel hummed awkwardly.

"Well, I'll leave you to it," you sighed and turned to leave but Joel stopped you.

"Wait, uh... I-"

"Dolly!" Walt suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "You lucky gal, they ended your shift early for today. I was looking for you but if you're busy..."

Godfuckingdammit. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, exasperated: "No, no, I was just leaving."

Walt was a bastard and knew better, of course: "No worries Doll, come to my place later eh?"

And just like that he skipped away with a grin on his face. You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose again when Joel spoke: "Seems like you fit here just fine-"

"What do you want?" You groaned, already unnerved by his poor attempts at making conversation, but regretted it.

"Look I just wanted to... I was being an ass that day and-" he slowly got closer to you, but you took a step back. "I'm sorry, is what I was tryin' to say. I was just- It wasn't my place to say those things and uh, I hope I can make it up to you somehow... Some day."

You were impressed. Quite impressed as you weren't expecting to get an actual apology out of him. You looked him up and down, pissed at him a little but mostly feeling awkward, then sighed after a few nerve wracking seconds: "You're an asshole alright," you looked away and hugged your waist. "And damn right it wasn't your place to say those things..."

"Well, uh," After giving him a look in the eye, you saw that he was actually looking quite guilty. It made your soft spot act up, his hazel eyes boring into yours apologetically; for a few more torturous seconds, whatever pride you had left crashed with all the good he's done for you, eventually making you say: "Look. The moment you left I thought I'd never see you again, a part of me disagreed but here you are. You could say I'm over it but... Eh, nevermind... I'll see you at dinner, I guess?"

Joel was dumbfounded for a moment, but he immediately cleared his throat and nodded: "Yeah, alright..."

Instead of going over to Walt's, you immediately found Maria, who was still with Tommy at his office. You thanked them for giving you the day off when Tommy smirked and leaned on the table.

"What?" You gave him an annoyed look.

"He's not going to leave your tail until you smile the tiniest smile to his face." He said, crossing his arms.

Dinner was awkward. You gladly gave all your attention to Ellie, ignoring the men at the table; Joel was sat on Ellie's left, you were on her right and Walt was on yours. You were tense and Ellie could clearly see it on your face.

"Dolly-" Walt attempted to whisper, but you cut him off immediately.

"Please stop calling me that," Only Ellie seemed to have heard the exchange as the chatter around the table continued.

"(Y/N)?" Ellie suddenly intervened, not sure about what to say.

"Yeah, Ells?" You put a smile on your face before turning to her.

"Uhh- when can I see your house?" Ellie blurted out.

"Now if you're done with your dinner- Or tomorrow, if you're too tired of course." You said while practically begging her to pick 'now' with your eyes.

"Let's go!" Ellie smiled awkwardly and got up, drawing attention.

"Where are you going?" Joel inquired the moment she got up.

"(Y/N)'s going to show me her house," Ellie pushed her chair in and grabbed her empty plate, practically running off to the kitchen while you slowly got up.

"The energy she has," You shook your head and forced a smile when people gave you a quizzical look, then walked off to the kitchen with your plate.

"Thanks for that Ellie," You sighed the moment you two stepped outside the house.

"You were squirming on your seat - that Walt guy was making you uncomfortable so I thought-"

"Oh," You interrupted her, beginning to walk. "He wasn't actually. We- I mean I had an awkward moment and I'm kind of struggling to look him in the eyes now."

"... So you're uncomfortable?"

"Well, yeah but- it's just so awkward?" You struggled to find the right words, eventually giving up and telling her what had happened between you and him while going over to your place. Ellie grinned and listened and when you finally got to your doorsteps, she turned to you and said:

"What I got out from all of this, is that you say Walt, but your eyes are on someone else..."

"What the hell does that supposed to mean?" You looked at her in disbelief. How on earth was she coming up with these lines?

"I think you know who I mean," Ellie just smirked and walked in through the door. You just stared at her, dumbfounded, then followed her inside. She liked your house and asked if she could stop by from time to time, to which you replied Of course, I'd like nothing more, but your garden stole the show for her.

"Wait until you see it in the morning," you smiled as she looked around as best as she could with the streetlights illuminating the garden. You two talked a little more, which made you feel like her age again. Talking to Ellie without feeling awkward came to you naturally and it was obvious that she appreciated how you were attentive toward her. Around ten minutes later, there was a knock on your door.

"I'll get it," you chuckled when she huffed. It was Joel.

"Uh, hi," He muttered awkwardly.

"Hi..."

"It got a bit suffocating in there." Joel explained. "Went out for some fresh air and decided to take a walk around when I heard Ellie's voice..."

"Wanna come in?" You asked, opening the door wider.

"Don't let me interrupt-"

"Nonsense." You opened the door fully, internally cursing at yourself: What the fuck are you doing? "It is suffocating in there, we thought we could escape for awhile."

Joel stood at the doorway: "It's better if we go back actually."

"You're right, it'll be rude." You nodded and called Ellie.

"Your boyfriend doesn't like me very much." Joel offered a small smile as you both waited for Ellie to grab her backpack.

"He's not my boyfriend," You sighed, exasperated.

"Right, sorry... he just gets a little too involved when the topic is you."

You gave him a look, confused: "Involved how? Were you talking about m-"

"Do we have to go?" Ellie interrupted you, looking at Joel.

"Just this one night kiddo," Joel patted her shoulder as she passed through the door. The both of you shared a final look -Joel's was unsure and yours was suspicious- before you closed the door.

That's pretty much how everything began again. You begged asked Maria to change your patrol partner for awhile, not really wanting to deal with this new, curious side of Walt when you were too embarrassed to look him in the eye because of your rejection. What he didn't know was you became more and more torn between him and Joel every day. You could say your soft spot went wild as Joel did exactly as Tommy said he'd do: He tried to be around you as much as possible. He took advantage of your closeness with Ellie to take a better look at how you viewed him. Were you hostile, netural or actually good with him? He definitely could see your behaviour toward him and only him had changed as you treated Ellie the same as before.

He was curious about you - even if Tommy had told him a little of you. He wondered how you were, how you had been and what you did in Jackson and he wanted to hear them from you.

After patrolling for a whole week and avoiding people as best as you can while you cleared your mind, you finally approached Joel and Walt - on different occasions, of course.

You came across Joel first. Walking past his place while on your way to Walt's, you decided you should get it out of the way while you were at it. You knocked on his door and waited patiently. He was really surprised when he saw you.

"Hey," It was you who offered a smile this time.

"Hey," Joel, quite shocked. "Uh, Ellie's not in-"

"I know," You quickly interrupted him. "I'm here for you, actually."

"Me?"

"Yeah... I wanted to see you." You smacked your forehead mentally but kept your composure, immediately adding: "We, uh- couldn't really talk ever since you two came back, so... I figured I should stop by."

You don't think you could ever get Joel to look this surprised if you tried: "Yeah," he cleared his throat and put an arm on the door frame, leaning on it. "Yeah, uh, sure."

"I need to do something right now, but if you're not busy, why don't you come over to my place?" You asked, expression soft.

"Uh, I dunno, I-"

"I've got some coffee," You smiled. "The weather is nice- the sunset particularly favours my garden in exactly half an hour."

Joel looked down, bit his lip as if he was thinking about his options, then smiled shyly: "How can I say no to that?"

You chuckled and nodded before walking away: "I'll be waiting, cowboy."

Joel's cheeks were dusted pink, but fortunately for him, you didn't see it. He just stared, still dumbfounded at what happened, but he didn't complain - even if it took a torturous week, he finally knew you were good with him.

Your cheeks were no different, glowing red under the sun as you walked over to Walt's place. You knocked on the door and called his name, but he wasn't there. Just as you turned around, you saw Bonnie and Walt approaching, holding each other's hands. You pursed your lips at the sight, shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. Walt froze when he saw you, letting Bonnie's hand go: "(Y/N)?"

"Hey," the edges of your lips turned up, still pursed. "I- I wanted to talk to you, but if you're busy-"

"Oh, no it's fine," Walt climbed up to the porch with Bonnie, letting her in: "It won't take too long, just wait for me okay?"

"Okay," Bonnie nodded, giving the both of you an odd look before going in.

"I don't wanna take up your time-" You stood across him.

"No, no-" Walt reassured you with his hands doing a stop motion. "We couldn't talk properly- I don't blame you. I never apologized for calling you Dolly and-"

"No, it wasn't about that." You interrupted him this time. "I needed some time to collect my thoughts about- stuff- and I was paired up with Eugene this week so, I wanted to apologise for not sparing time for you."

Walt's cheeks reddened lightly at your words: "Oh- no it's totally fine. Nothing to apologise for, really. You- You're lost in work again eh?"

You sighed, relieved, then smiled and nodded: "Yeah, you could say that..."

"Listen," Walt straightened his posture a little. "How 'bout we make it up to each other, huh? Come over tonight and we'll talk over dinner- you can tell me about this Joel guy and everything else I've missed?"

Your expression morphed into a partly angry one as you crossed your arms: "Why are you so interested in Joel all of a sudden? What do you care about our 'history'? I told you everything I went through with him already- no more, no less."

"I- well- I'm not?" Walt took a step back but you stood your ground.

"Don't." You said in a stern tone. "Did you really think he wouldn't tell me about how you had been acting towards him?"

"Even if we did have a history, it wouldn't have been your concern." You added, frowning when he stayed silent.

"We tell each other everything, why are you so squeamish about this all of a sudden?" Walt blurted out defensively.

You stared at him, then scrunched up your face: "You don't even tell me you've got a thing with Bonnie, blame me for not taking notice and you think you have a right to know what happened between him and I? Please..."

You immediately began walking down the porch: "(Y/N), I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like-"

"Of course you didn't," You growled and turned around. "Just- let's not talk for awhile, okay?"

You heard him call your name but you didn't mind, walking away, fists clenched. What is wrong with him?

You felt like beating the shit out of slapping him - it was the first time you two had an argument. You had indeed told him everything there was to tell about your time with Joel, leaving out certain details like that time in the cabin, because he wasn't as curious about Joel as he was now. You didn't think those details were necessary either, you were developing a crush on Walt at that time and the thought of Joel distracted you from that. But you forced yourself to move on as you were convinced that you'd seen the last of the smuggler and that you'd never have a chance with him. Little had you known...

When you reached your house and checked the time, you saw that there was still some time before Joel arrived: The thought calmed you down a little, so you decided to clean up the tiny mess in your room and wash your face to cool off. You changed into a thin, off-the-shoulder sweater once you were done with the cleaning around. You really liked the color and it was ideal for a weather like this. Just as you started making the coffee, there was a loud knock on your door. You tensed and listened, trying to figure out who it was when the person behind the door announced who they were: "(Y/N)? It's Joel."

You walked over to the door and with a deep breath, opened to see him in his brown jacket, which looked like it was made for him: "Hey."

"Hey," You gave him a genuine smile and stepped back after a moment of staring into his eyes: "Come on in."

Joel walked in, heart beating faster than he'd like to admit. He quietly observed his surroundings as you closed the door and led him to your kitchen: "You're in a good mood."

"I always am," You said jokingly, suddenly feeling bad for giving him the cold shoulder for a whole week. "It'll be ready in a few minutes, follow me."

He nodded and followed you out of the kitchen, through your bedroom to the balcony. His eyes got caught on the picture of you and Kurt (which was now framed and stood on your nightstand) before he walked out. Joel's brows raised as he saw the scenery before him: Your garden was almost as big as your house itself and it truly looked gorgeous with the sun shining down on it. You waited for him to sit down, him not being able to take his eyes off the piece of heaven as he did.

"You like it?" You asked shyly.

"You were right," he nodded, appreciative. "A beautiful garden you have here."

You simply smiled and looked at his hands on the table before speaking: "I really don't know where to start."

Joel chuckled: "Well then, let me start with a how are you? and continue with how are things?"

You smiled, a little embarrassed, then put your arms on the table, hands right across his. You thought on the conversation you had with Walt a few minutes back, which made you want to scream because the difference between him and Joel was just-

"I'm fine," You nodded. "I've been better but I've also been much worse. I'm not complaining. Things are... complicated on the side, but mainly good. Better now that you two are here." Joel smiled slightly before you continued: "What about you? My goodness, there are so many things I wanna ask. Didn't want to ask Ellie about them, her mood changed when I tried talking about it this one time..."

"Yeah, well," Joel shifted in his seat, pulled one arm down onto his lap. It reminded you of the time when you two first met in the tower: "She went through a lot."

"From the way you speak, so have you." Your smile slowly disappeared.

"It wasn't a pleasant journey," Joel sighed, looking away.

You gulped, feeling a little guilty but also very upset. You couldn't even begin to imagine the trauma they had to endure on their journey: "Look, we don't gotta talk about it. You can tell me whenever you're ready, okay?"

Joel gave you a sad but surprised look: "Okay."

You suddenly got up, went to the kitchen, leaving Joel confused; coming back with two mugs of coffee a minute later: "I know this'll cheer you up."

Joel almost melted away when the smell of coffee filled his lungs: "It sure will."

You sat across him as he brought the cup to his lips and blew on the liquid: "God, I'd gladly kill for this. Thank you."

You giggled and watched him take a sip, face twisting when his tongue burned. The butterflies in your stomach changed colours as your attraction and soft spot for Joel settled somewhere in your chest. After how Walt acted today- you didn't want to jump to conclusions on an impulse, but he offended you and since he had a girlfriend now: You knew that even if you have a chance with him it was going to be much later. You didn't know how long him and Bonnie were going to last, but now with Joel taking back his place in your thoughts, you noticed how you worried a little less about your her and Walt. Plus, who's to say he wouldn't pull off some stupid shit like that whenever you were around Joel? You felt like you had perceived him in a wrong way, as if he had more to him than it seemed.

Joel, on the other hand, seemed so natural. You knew there was also more to him than he showed - but in a good way. Someone had to melt the ice around his heart to bring out the soft side. Other than that, he was just... Joel. Grumpy, protective guy with an awful past, which had shaped him as a person throughout the years. You knew of those awful events, you also mostly knew what to say to him, but more of what not to say. He appeared as though he had lost his humanity a long time ago like many other people, but you knew that his wasn't lost, just buried beneath layers of walls. However, you were sure that Jackson was going to see to the destruction of those walls and bring out the human in him. He already showed hints of that soft side you thought so much about by the smallest gestures, you were certain there was more to come.

"So," Joel leaned back on his chair, mood significantly improved. "How is everything? How do you get along in Jackson?"

"Pretty good, I'd say." You nodded. "It's hard to adapt to at first, but the people are decent. They accept you when they see that your intentions are good and that you just wanna help... Plus, they feed you until you can't breathe, which I think is nice for Ellie."

"Yeah," Joel chuckled.

"Other kids gave her odd looks when she saw all the food standing there and stuffed it in her backpack, but, I think this girl called Cat likes her already."

Joel smirked and took another sip of his 'medicine'. He had no doubts that the kids around Jackson were a big help for you to complete your healing process and settle down. He saw from time to time how the kids enjoyed being around you and even admired you.

"Miss (Y/N)?" A boy named Jesse had approached you and Ellie two days ago.

"Hey Jesse," you smiled warmly, moving your rifle from your chest to your back. "Have you met Ellie?"

"Hi," Ellie smiled awkwardly and extended her hand over to him.

"Hi," Jesse smiled back shyly and shook her hand. Ellie then saw Joel and went over to his side while you slightly kneeled in front of Jesse.

"Could you do me a favour?" You smiled and Jesse nodded eagerly. "Will you and the others include Ellie whenever you're hanging out? She may seem reluctant but she'll come around once she gets used to this place."

Just then, another girl named Cat approached you both: "I like her, she seems nice."

You smiled and fixed your posture, then thanked them both before they ran off to some place, looking after them a moment too long. When you turned around, eyes searching for Ellie, your eyes locked with Joel's. Your smile stayed on your lips as you stared at each other for a moment, then you walked away. Joel absolutely admired the way you were with children, he could almost say you were more comfortable with them comparing to adults.

You sat in silence for awhile, enjoying each other's company, but it got ruined with another knock on your door. You flinched, anxiety going up once more as you got up, leaving Joel confused once more.

"(Y/N)? Please answer the door, let's sort this out?" It was Walt.

You stayed silent and listened to him knock on the door loudly. You really weren't in the mood to deal with him even though you agreed that it had to be sorted out.

"What's going on?" Joel asked, voice deep and laced with worry and confusion. He slowly walked towards you from the bedroom as you turned around to face him, leaning your back on the door. What the hell were you supposed to do now?

"Go back to the garden, I've got thi-"

"(Y/N)? Come on, don't act like this..."

You closed your eyes and sighed, cursing at your situation: "Please, Joel." You whispered. "Just wait in there and let me handle this real quick."

He did as you told and stepped inside the living room before you opened the door: "Look, I told you to not talk to me for awhile. It's a part of the 'sorting out' process if you didn't understand. I need to cool my head-"

"But I feel terrible," Walt insisted. "You're not busy right now, let's just sort this o-"

"She is busy," You heard Joel's southern drawl call out from behind you. "She has guests over."

Thank god, you thought. You didn't know if he said guests on purpose, but it clearly made Walt think that Joel wasn't the only person there.

You froze as Walt's eyes moved up to Joel's, then back to yours: "Well, don't let me interrupt."

"Damn right," You growled, getting angry at his attitude. "Get your goddamn priorities straight and go back. We'll talk when it's time."

You shut the door and let out and exasperated sigh, leaning your back on the door once more. Joel put his hands on his hips and stared at you, a soft smile playing on his lips: "Leaves his girlfriend at home after we fight and I tell him to leave me alone just so he can come 'n talk to me..."

Joel chortled in amusement, his voice filling your ears like a bucket of water on a small fire: "Glad you find this so entertaining!"

"No, nothing like that," Joel gave you a charming smile. "You wanna talk about it?"

Your eyes slightly widened as Joel chuckled quietly, following you back to the balcony. You quickly explained what happened before he got here and he nodded but eventually asked:

"Why exactly were you avoiding him?"

You took a big, long sip of your coffee to hide the redness of your cheeks: "Something happened which made me feel real embarrassed. He was unaware of course. I couldn't face him; but then you arrived a day later and he got a little too curious about you."

"Why?" Joel gave you a displeased look.

"He thought that we had some sort of history, if you get my meaning." Joel sighed and you rubbed your temples. "I don't know why he's so interested all of a sudden. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was jealous."

"Maybe he is," Joel hummed and crossed his arms. "I saw the way he looks at you- and me. He adores you, but despises me."

"What?" You giggled as if you were saying are you out of your mind? "I mean, we're good friends, nothing more. He's with Bonnie."

Joel raised his brows and pursed his lips: "Well, we'll see I guess."

"What are you saying?" You said after a moment of silence, leaning forward a little, voice hushed as you gazed into his hazel orbs.

"I'm saying," Joel sat up and leaned forward as well. "You won't see much more of them if we keep this up."

"Keep what up? Having coffee and catching up?" You licked your lips and shook your head. "You saved my life all those months ago, Joel..."

"I know," He nodded, voice low and husky.

"You're an important person to me whether Walt likes it or not- I don't really care what he thinks, in fact. I'm grateful for everything you've done for me."

Shut up! What is wrong with you?!

"(Y/N)..." Joel blinked, blushing lightly. The sun had disappeared and the sky was turning a dark shade of blue.

"I don't-" You leaned back. "I was supposed to die in that building. I wasn't supposed to survive, come here and start again. But you and Ellie saved me and Tommy and Maria helped me get better. How can I not be grateful for any of you?"

Joel gazed at you, a meaningful look on his face, full of emotion. He was grateful that he'd found you and saved you too: If it weren't for you, he or -more importantly-Ellie would've been dead on many occasions. You cared for and took care of both of them like a guardian angel. You may not be aware, but you helped Joel keep calm on many occasions, even when he didn't trust you completely. You always kept your head up and saw to everyone's survival - didn't matter if it cost you an arm or a leg. You were loyal and caring- human. Tommy had told him of your health conditions and everything you've done to get better, which gave Joel a heads up when approaching you... knowing what and what not to say to you.

Maybe he was supposed to find you in that building. Maybe you were meant to survive and be a part of their lives- his life.

Maybe it was meant to be.

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfiction

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bones-sprouts · 3 years

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Okay! :D Be aware both are kind of angsty...

First is the Sorrowful Song AU: Basically answering the question of “What if no one came to save Tommy and Tubbo during the final disc confrontation?”

So uh.... Tubbo... Tubbo dies... 😶

Yeahhhh... he’s Tubboo now, he a Ghost Boy...

Tommy gets put on Pandora’s Box and basically shuts down and gives up bc he feels like he has no reason to fight Dream anymore, green blob took everything from him...

Punz feels guilty for not accepting the deal and blames himself for Tubbo’s death, so much so he’s afraid of telling someone what he did so he becomes a hermit in his tower to avoid ever having to face what he did.

Tubboo wanders around for a bit, lost, until he stumbles over toward Phil and Techno’s, which give them the news that the others had known for about two weeks. Phil gets angry with the fact he tried to save them by destroying L’manburg but they died anyway, and Techno and Phil plan on killing Dream in revenge. Techno, though not as upset as Phil teams up with him to make sure Phil would be okay - he knew Phil would go after Dream with or without his help, and he wanted to make sure Phil survived. Tubboo and Ranboo bond for a bit until the little ghost wanders off toward L’manhole to find Puffy, Eret, Sam, and Quackity holding his funeral and he crashes it to everyone’s surprise.

Since he had nowhere to go, Tubboo stays with Eret in his castle (Eret said he always wanted a haunted castle) and people visit from time to time as Tubboo tends to the gardens and makes repairs on the castle when needed.

People keep trying to visit Tommy in prison and Dream won’t let them in for almost a month as Tommy slowly breaks down to a exile mindset, with Dream being his only visitor.

One day Tubboo finds out what happened to Tommy and despite everyone’s protests, goes to visit. Dream kicks him out and Tubboo, determined to cheer his friend up, begins to play his ukelele and sing the L’manburg anthem for him, a song that he knew always made Tommy happy. Despite Dream and his guards trying to stop Tubboo from playing, he does, and Tommy actually begins to hear it in his cell, and memories flood back as it moves him to tears; He’s unsure if he’s hallucinating since Tubbo is dead, how is he singing right now?

Tubboo’s singing draws a crowd - some passing by, some worried people coming to check on him, some were coming to murder a certain green blob and not expecting to see a prison - the scene inspires a few, namely Quackity, Puffy, and Ranboo to protect Tubboo and his music. Eventually tho, Dream breaks through and breaks Tubboo’s ukelele.

The next day Sapnap builds up the nerve to speak up on Tommy and Tubbo’s behalf but Dream doesn’t really want to listen, and they get into a huge argument. “It’s just singing, Dream!”

“Just singing!? Singing brings hope, Sapnap. Hope is dangerous.”

Dream was more right than he thought, because that song was just the inspiration Tommy needed to find a way to break out of Pandora’s Box once and for all.

Meanwhile, the rest of the server begin to come together to take down Dream’s reign of terror once and for all, with Phil and Techno reworking their plan to kill Dream now that a prison is involved...

Meanwhile, Tubboo is vibing (Ranboo gives him a bee) as he slowly copes with remembering his final moments in Dreams Vault and everything bad he’s been through - he and Techno are friends, he made him a flowercrown! Why... why did he kill me...?

Thoughts?

MINTY ALL YOU KNOW IS H U R T OW (/lh this au fucking hits)

bro tubboo hanging with eret is something that can be so personal,,,,,,,, AND THE UKELELE SONGS OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE I AM GOING TO CRY

#minty how do you do this #you're a wizard #minty #🍃

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enderspawn · 3 years

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🎵 Ghostbur? :)

HOOOO BOY ANON I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABT GHOSTBUR

Ramblings Of A Lunatic – Bears in Trees

Clean Slated State – The Altogether

Bouquet – Ethan Jewell

Everything Stays – Adventure Time

It’s Alright – Mother Mother

more thoughts abt each song below the cut bc I spend too much listening to ghostbur songs JFKDLSJFKL

OKAY SO FIRST UP: RAMBLINGS OF A LUNATIC IS A SONG ABT THE MEMORY BOOK BABEY!!

“I'm setting pen to paper again Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head And content manifest don't feel good enough for them”

Ghostbur came to life w so little memories that the L’Manberg he exists in isn’t the one he knew, it isn’t his HOME and its because of the actions of Alivebur, “from the words that I’ve said”. But regardless he still remembers things and needs to write them down both for him and everyone else

“So I try and transcend my ego But don't we know It will never work Maybe I'll just descend to dirt Flirt with becoming food for worms”

He tries to remember being alivebur, the bad he did, but he just CANT and also hee hoo lines abt being dead and ghost character go brrrrrrr

“Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth Wiping dental records clean Is the carcass even me?”

Again, the disconnect between Wilbur and ghostbur!! Maybe this is trying to remember or him reading up on the history of l’manberg, learning what Wilbur did. “Is this carcass even ME” bc in the end he’s a different PERSON from alivebur, he can’t relate to any of alivebur’s actions.

“Maybe this is a result Of me finally accepting That I'll be alone forever That I deserve forgetting It's a pointless endeavour And maybe it's upsetting”

OKAY hear me out but this is abt him like. Existing. Him BEING a ghost. He’s isolated from the ppl around him bc they have all these memories he doesn’t and they cant separate him from what alivebur did. The “I deserve forgetting” is less “ppl should forget about me” and more “I should forget what I know” bc hhhrnrng amnesia. Trying to remember is upsetting and he always forgets in the end, even if someone else tells him. Why bother? He deserves to forget instead

“But I've never felt more comfortable In the concept of things ending”

Hey remember how ghostbur is trying to get revived despite very clearly being terrified of dying because he thinks its whats best for everyone else. Remember how he told phil the second time that he was better with it now because he’s seen the other side. :)

“Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being And falling into darkness below my surface tension Emotional suppression my coping mechanism”

Do I NEED to clarify jfkldsjfkld my mans ghostbur THRIVES off of emotional suppression. He ignores his own negative feelings and just tries to make sure no one else around him feels the same way (w his blue). He straight up suppresses any sad feelings or memories, which means he has this “writers block” when writing his memories bc its stopping him from returning to that dark place. Like. BRUH ITS PERFECT FOR HIM.

“'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others Lungs filling up with fluid, place face under the covers”

Hey remember how his brother and closest friend he spent the most time w is at one life left. Remember how tommy always woke up in the ocean drowning. :)

“'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others I'm trying to distract myself from the fears that I've discovered”

Ghostbur cant ever really realize when shit is fucked as part of his coping mechanism. When techno is getting hunted down for execution (again, a friend dying) he distracts himself by finding friend instead. He just. Cant deal w reality.

OKAY THAT TOOK SO LONG IM GONNA GO SHORT FOR THE REST OF THE SONGS JUST LISTEN AND HAVE UR OWN EMOTIONAL THOUGHTS ABT GHOSTBUR FJDKSLFJ

Clean Slated Slate – first off, the altogether deserves more clout in general. Secondly, “Do you need someone, do you need a new me? 'Cause I've got two or three and they'll only be here until my clean slated state” is hhrrnrnng hes a DIFFERENT PERSON YOUR HONOR. Also the quilt line kills me every time

Bouquet - hrhrnnrngng flower = blue, next question FJKDLSJFKLJKJ

Everything Stays – everything is so similar to what he remembers, but at the same time everything is so different. everyONE is so different, changed by the trauma they’ve gone through which ghostbur just. Hasn’t. “Everything stays right where you left it. Everything stays, but it still changes ever so slightly, daily and nightly In little ways, when everything stays”

It’s Alright – okay this song is just a banger but I wanna draw attention to one bit

“I don't wanna know who I am 'Cause heaven only knows what I'll find I don't wanna know I'm not capable of coming out alive I don't wanna see what's inside I think that I would rather be blind I don't wanna know I'm not capable, I'm capable”

Anyway ghostbur be drinkin that repression juice amiright JFKDLSJFKLKL, but yeah otherwise just healing and accepting what alivebur did and that he is not the Same Person, hes Not A Monster, Ghostbur I Would Die For You, I Love You Personally FJDKSLJFKL

#dream smp #mcyt #wilbur #ghostbur #i Have So Many Thoughts Abt Ghostbur man fjdkslfj #thank you anon!!#answered #song ask game #Anonymous

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naturallytom · 5 years

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Just an Urban Legend (Tom Holland x reader)

a/n: this is based off of 2 urban legends!! also the reader and tom’s ‘roommate’ is an oc, completely made up bc i couldn’t make harrison their roommate for...reasons you will read (also please read the authors notes at the end fldgkjkf i put them there for a reason!!)

warnings: mentions of sex, fluff/humor (actually for most of the story), descriptions of murder and gore, angst, horror, suicide mention

_______________________________________________________________________“Come on, Tom. Don’t you wanna know the story? We’re in Virginia.” You whined, your boyfriend shaking his head.

“It’s scary and you know how I feel about that.” Tom pouted.

“Please, baby? Can’t I just tell you the story? I just read it and I wanna tell you about it.” You crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him puppy eyes.

“Fine.” He sighed, his hands resting softly on your waist.

“What’s going on?” Your friend Jack walked in, carrying food.

“‘M telling Tom the urban legend of the bunnyman.” You grinned, taking a bite of the food Jack brought.

“Well while we’re in Virginia we might as well hear it.” Jack agreed. “We’ll be headed home to London soon so why not?”

Tom groaned.

“My point exactly! Okay so, the basically there’s a few versions, but the one I read was this story: a teenager put on a white bunny costume, murdered his entire family, and then hung himself from the bridge.” You read from your phone.

“Oh lovely.” Tom mumbled, taking a bite of food.

“Baby it’s just an urban legend.” You reminded him, smoothing his hair back and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I can’t tell if you guys or the story are more disgusting.” Jack muttered.

“Shut up you love us.” You laughed, Tom pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah, course I do. You’re my best friends.” Jack admitted, making you and Tom grin.

“Can we explore the bridge? See if we can find anything?” You asked, turning back to Tom, who shook his head immediately.

“Nope. Absolutely not.” Tom insisted, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Pleaseeeeee?” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes.

“Take Jack with you!” Tom suggested, frowning when Jack shook his head.

“Early night for me, guys. ‘M really tired from the traveling.” Jack explained, you and Tom nodded understandingly. The three of you had done a lot of traveling earlier and you were doing more the next day so you couldn’t fault Jack for wanting to head to sleep early.

“That’s understandable.” You told him, Tom nodding in agreement.

“Yeah you head to bed early, mate. We should probably do that too!” He told you, pleading with his eyes.

“Oh no, you two should go for a little bit. ‘S our last night in this town. Go see that site.” Jack told you, cleaning up from the food the three of you had devoured. “And when you get back, please don’t have sex. Our beds are right next to each other. I will hear you.”

“We are not that loud.” Tom groaned while you laughed, burying your head in his neck while he ran his hand up and down your back.

“Yes you are.” Jack replied nearly instantly. “Now go see that bridge. Report back to me if you find anything spooky.”

“Tommy? You in now?” You asked, cupping his cheeks.

“Fine.” He gave in, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you cheered.

“Put your shoes on, I’ll get an uber.” You told him, opening the uber app while Jack went to get ready for bed. “Done! It’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Perfect. Can’t wait.” Tom grumbled, sitting up on the bed as you slipped your shoes on.

“I’ll protect you Tommy.” You mumbled against his cheek, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin.

“Good, you better.” He muttered as Jack rolled his eyes.

“Once again, you guys are disgusting.” Jack called from the bathroom of the hotel room.

“The uber’s here!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Have fun! Let me know if there’s anything spooky!” Jack called as you and Tom left the room.

Climbing into the uber, Tom’s had didn’t leave yours, holding it tightly. Much to Tom’s dismay, the ride to the bridge was short, only a few minutes.

The two of you hopped out of the car, Tom still clutching your hand tightly. The bridge seemed normal and fairly short. It was beige and at the top were train tracks, while the walls surrounding the entrance to the bridge were covered in vines with vibrant red, yellow, and orange leaves.

The moonlight provided a small amount of light, though the two of you used your phone flashlights for more light while you explored.

“If this wasn’t the site of such a gruesome urban legend I’d say it’s pretty.” You whispered, flashlights highlighting the fall colors of the leaves, your eyes focused on the oh so beautiful vines that simultaneously made the whole scene so much more eerie.

“Not as pretty as you.” Tom replied, his eyes also focused on the sight in front of him.

“We’re at a supposedly haunted site and you’re flirting?” You turned to look at him, earning an innocent shrug from him.

“Not my fault you’re so pretty.” Tom told you, smiling softly.

“C’mon let’s go explore.” You lead him, still holding his hand. “Are you ever gonna let go of my hand?”

“Nope.” Tom replied smugly. “Gonna hold your hand the whole time we explore.”

“Is that cause you’re scared?” You teased, nudging him slightly.

“Yeah. And I like holding your hand.” He replied honestly, squeezing your hand before the two of you wandered into the darkness of the actual tunnel.

Your flashlights didn’t pick up anything on the walls, no weird writings or drawings. The noise that caught your attention was the sound of leaves crunching and a twig snapping, which came from behind you.

You and Tom tensed up and slowly turned around, expecting to come face to face with someone in a bunny costume wielding an axe, but instead, you turned around to face nothing but the air.

“Nothing.” You sighed out, a mixture of relief and disappointment. Part of you wanted to see something, but you were more glad you didn’t.

“Should we go back now?” Tom asked, earning a nod from you.

“I’ll get another uber.” You replied, pulling your phone out while Tom wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Should be here in a few minutes.”

“Can’t wait to go back and cuddle, my love.” Tom mumbled against your shoulder.

“‘M really tired.” You yawned, Tom nodding in agreement as the uber pulled up.

The two of you hopped in, making sure the driver knew which hotel to go to, before you leaned on Tom’s shoulder for the ride.

Arriving back to your room, you and Tom were ready to pass out. Opening the door, all the lights were off and you could see Jack curled up in the blankets of his bed, sleeping soundly.

“C’mon, let’s just go to bed.” Tom whispered, the two of you moving quickly and quietly to the bed you were sharing.

The two of you got comfortable, Tom pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Just an urban legend, love.” He whispered. “Goodnight, lovey.”

“Yeah. Just an urban legend. Night, bub.” You whispered in response, both of you falling asleep not long after.

The next morning you woke up Tom shaking you gently but firmly, shakily whispering, ‘get up, love.’

“What’s up, baby?” You asked groggily, facing Tom, who had a look of horror on his face, his eyes glued to the sight on the bed across from you.

“I don’t think that was just an urban legend.” He whispered shakily.

“What makes you say th- oh my god.” Your jaw dropped in horror as you took in the sight in front of you.

Jack’s bed was covered in blood, his throat slit and stomach cut open. In his blood, written on the wall, were simple words that were enough to haunt you for years.

‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn the light on?’

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links to the legends (that i used):

the bunnyman

the roommate

a/n: for clarification, the legend of the bunnyman does not include him following people back or anything, i just did that for the sake of the story! the ending is really where the roommate legend comes in- i hope u guys enjoyed this & happy halloween!!

general warning: if you do want to read more about these, be careful!! when i was trying to find good links to the stories i found a lot of stuff that spooked me especially for the bunnyman in images and the roommate had a few variations and other stories that were very disturbing and made me shiver so just be cautious if you do go searching on your own!!

tags: @angelic-holland @lilbeatlebear @everyday-imfangirling @softbaby-tom

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x female!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland angst

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ijustwant2write · 5 years

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Protesting for Love-Ada Shelby x Fem!Reader

(GIF credit to @deartomhardy)

Masterlist

Requested by anonymous

Summary: ‘Hi I was wondering if you would write a Ada Shelby x fem reader. One where the reader (who wears suites BC she works in the Shelby business) and Ada are at a march or communist meeting and the police raid the joint and reader tries to stand up to them and is badly hurt or something and Ada has to drag her to Polly's so she doesn't die (from her wounds). And like Ada wouldn't leave her side at all. If you feel uncomfortable or just don't want to I completely understand. Thanks love’

Characters: Ada Shelby x Fem!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Violence against women, injuries, blood, homophobia, swearing

(A/N: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ADA SHELBY, JUST SAYING)

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“Here you go Ada.” (Y/N) smiled as she handed the finished papers over, their hands softly brushing over each others.

“Thanks (Y/N). Are we still on for tomorrow?” she asked, smiling as she glanced around, wondering if anyone had noticed.

“Of course we are.” (Y/N) perched on the edge of the desk.“I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”

“Do you think we should have made a banner? I don’t know whether there will be any, do you think anyone will have them?”

“Ada, we don’t have time! Besides, us just being there is enough; a woman working for the Shelby’s, marching in a protest with a Shelby!”

“Oh, so that’s why you asked me to the march.”

“That’s not the only reason. You’re pretty cute too.”

Ada reached over to whack (Y/N) with her papers, missing as she jumped out of the way, both of them laughing. Some heads turned, dismissing the behaviour, whereas others thought back to the rumours that had been circling. (Y/N) hardly hid her differences, walking around in suits made by the same people as Thomas Shelby, never once being seen in a skirt or dress. She was always immaculately dressed, her hair scraped back in a ponytail or bun (apart from when she had had a few too many whiskies in the Garrison). As a woman who stood out, some men were put off by her confidence, knowing that they could never control her; however, there were others that wanted the challenge, though they were met with the surprise of her sharp wit and insults if they offended her. No one had ever seen (Y/N) with a man on her arm, or even flirting with one, most people put two and two together and well...that’s where the rumours came in.

“And where are you two off to tomorrow?” Polly asked, knowing that they had taken the day off for a bad reason.

“Would you believe us if we said we were going shopping?” (Y/N) smirked.

“And why the fuck would you be going shopping?”

Ada giggled.“We’re going to a protest for women’s rights.”

“Of course you are.”

“Polly, how are we supposed to progress towards any sort of equality with that sort of attitude? I mean, you’ve been to one-”

“I’m going to stop you right there Ada. You know I can’t come, if I could, I would, but also remember the last time I went?”

(Y/N) tried to keep her laugh to herself.“You were so drunk, it was the best day of my life.”

“Glad someone enjoyed themselves. Don’t cause trouble or draw attention to yourselves, you are representing the Shelby’s remember. Tommy isn’t in a good mood, business gone wrong, I don’t want him anymore pissed off.” Polly warned before leaving us.

(Y/N) scoffed.“When is he ever in a good mood?”

The next day came, and both women were up bright and early, excited to join their sisters in the march. (Y/N) stood on the corner of the street, leaning against the side of a house, waiting for Ada as instructed. She knew her brothers would try to stop her, it was bad for the Shelby image. But did she care? Of course not. (Y/N) heard footsteps coming towards her, grinning when Ada practically skipped towards her, looping their arms together as they got close.

“You ready?” (Y/N) asked, already walking.

“Yep! Luckily it was just Pol in the house, so I got out easily.”

“Let’s go, I wanna get a good spot in the crowd.”

There was a sense of power in the air as the pair joined the women forming a crowd outside a factory, especially as they stood together. They had left their work or homes to band together, it was empowering. The woman taking lead of the march stood on a crate and spoke up, announcing that they would wait ten more minutes before starting, receiving a cheer as a reply. Ada and (Y/N) found themselves speaking to those close to them, all of the ladies introducing themselves and joking about what they were missing out on that day. More women showed up, a regularly large crowd forming.

“Ladies, you have all left your homes this morning for a reason, for the same reason.” the leader projected her voice, capturing everyone’s attention.“You want to make the world a more equal place for the women in it now, and for future generations. This is just the first step among many, some days we will run, maybe even soar, but other days will be hard. There will be days where we are beaten back, where we will have to retract those steps in order to progress. Though I believe that if we stick together, we can make a difference!”

Everyone cheered, getting excited for their march. The leader started to go through where they would be walking, and what to look out for (such as pubs which held drunk men throughout the day, the factories where they would surely be called out at).

“I truly think this is going to be historical.” (Y/N) whispered to Ada.

“And we’re a part of it! I can’t wait to see the look on Tommy’s face when he realises we’re marching past the shop.” Ada smirked, holding her head up high.

“Oh, that will be classic! I’m so sick of some of his workers you know. Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak to him about that....wait, are those policemen?”

They turned their heads, confirming what (Y/N) had just asked. Everyone had noticed but stood their ground.

“Gentlemen, can we help you?” the leader sassed, crossing her arms over her chest. They didn’t reply, but started grabbing women and pulling them away from the group.“Let go of them! We haven’t done anything against the law!”

The once peaceful protest had turned into a riot, the policemen harshly pulling apart the crowd; women were thrown to the floor, others against walls, some were even being handcuffed! Screams, cries of pain and protest rang out in the street, confusion and anger on everyone’s faces. (Y/N) had immediately grabbed Ada’s hand, dragging her away from the scene when a policeman stopped her. She thrashed her fists against him as they were torn apart, screaming out for Ada. (Y/N) lost sight of her, having to concentrate on not getting her face pulverised.

(Y/N) wasn’t a great fighter, though she knew some things about self defence; however, he was able to overpower her, tripping her up so that she fell to the ground. Her eyes widened when the police officer raised his truncheon, not holding back when he swung it down at her, using all his strength. The blows were sharp and strong, (Y/N) crying out as she became winded, her body aching in many different places. She tried to reach out and grab it, but it slipped past her fingers, hitting her square in the face. Her nose stung, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She started choking, rolling onto her side, though this exposed her even more to the beatings. Her scream rang out as she felt something crack, the feeling inside of her making her want to be sick.

Suddenly the beatings stopped, and she finally had a chance to breathe, recollect herself. (Y/N) looked around her, vision blurry as she tried to make out what was happening. There were still people being attacked, though (Y/N) didn’t stick around long enough to help. She was clumsily pulled to her feet, at first fighting them off because she thought it was a policeman again, only stopping when she heard Ada’s voice.

“It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s Ada, we need to go, now!” she rushed, helping the woman to her feet.

Although (Y/N) still wasn’t all there, she was only just able to stagger, her steps slow and unsteady. Ada didn’t want to rush her, knowing that she was injured, however, there were still policemen everywhere, she couldn’t defend both of them. They were extremely lucky to escape despite their slow steps, finally making it back to Polly’s house. As Ada took all of (Y/N)’s body weight, her eyes glanced towards the clock; all of that had happened in just under an hour, how was that possible?!

“Pol? Polly?!” Ada yelled out, placing (Y/N) onto a seat at the kitchen table, holding onto her as she slumped.“(Y/N), you have to stay awake! Pol’s going to help you.”

Polly rushed downstairs at the sound of her distressed niece, eyes widening at the sight. Her niece had blood splattered on her face, clothes in disarray, but it was the sight of (Y/N) that shocked her; her entire face was red, the whites of the her eyes standing out, she wasn’t fully conscious, her head lulling side to side as she tried to stay awake.

“What the fuck happened?” Polly exclaimed, rushing over to them.

“The-the police...they just showed up and attacked us! We didn’t even say anything, they just grabbed the women and started beating them up. (Y/N) tried to protect me but one of them got her and-”

“Alright, alright! Get me warm water and towels, quickly!”

Ada ran upstairs as Polly gently removed (Y/N)’s coat and suit jacket, her white shirt was doused in her blood. As Polly felt around her torso, (Y/N) yelped at the pain that shot through her ribs.

“Sorry, I think it’s fractured, how’s your breathing?” Polly assessed.

“It just hurts when I take deep breaths.” (Y/N) winced, wiping her bloody mouth with the back of her hand.

Ada’s heavy footsteps bellowed around the house as she came back, filling up a bowl with the warm water before giving that and the towels to Polly.

“Starting cleaning her face, I need to cut her shirt off.” Polly instructed.

“(Y/N)? I need to clean your face, OK? Just concentrate on me, alright?” Ada shakily said.

(Y/N) hummed in response, welcoming the relaxing feeling of the warm water on her face. Polly kept glancing upwards the the young women, watching her niece’s adoring eyes bore into (Y/N)’s. Polly continued to check for any other injuries, finding more and more black bruising, beatings that had broken the skin; it would take weeks before she was fully healed.

“You should have run. I would have got away.” Ada mumbled, stroking back (Y/N)’s hair.“Oh, there’s blood in your hair too.”

“I would never eave you like that, they were going to hurt you.” (Y/N) coughed.

“But look what happened to you! Why did those bastards even attack us in the first place?!”

“Ada,” Polly warned,“the stress isn’t helping. Go clean yourself up and make some tea.”

“No! I’m not leaving her. She’s in too much pain.”

“Ada-”

“Polly, I said no!”

The aunt was surprised by Ada’s snap, even though she knew how much trauma had just been caused. But as she looked at them, Ada cradling (Y/N)’s upper body in her arms, her head on top of the injured woman, laying a sweet kiss on it, things started to piece together. Those looks weren’t those of best friends, they were something more. Ada’s defensive state, her refusal of leaving, it made sense now. (Y/N) was leaning into Ada’s embrace, gripping onto her arm as Polly examined her. Polly had always dismissed the rumours, shot down any questions thrown her way, and now she was seeing the real truth.

With a sigh, Polly carried on looking at (Y/N)’s wounds before moving onto Ada. Happy that her niece wasn’t harmed (apart from some bruising), she loosely tied a bandage around (Y/N)’s ribs, instructing that she do nothing extremely physical for the next six weeks in order to heal. Polly and Ada assisted (Y/N) upstairs, changing her into a nightgown and gently laying her down in Ada’s old bed. Before Ada could even sit next to her, Polly grabbed her arm.

“Ada, a word.”

Ada rolled her eyes, hesitantly following Polly out of the room. They stood in the hallway, voices hushed as they spoke.

“What?” Ada crossed her arms over her chest.

“Whatever is going on between you two, you need to be careful.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, I’m not an idiot Ada! People have already been speaking of this, if this got out-”

“What would happen? Would it be so bad?”

“Ada, people aren’t accepting of this! It isn’t normal.”

“Normal? The fact that we...that we-”

“That you love each other? See, you can’t even say it.”

“We haven’t spoke of this! It just sort of happened. We’ll talk about it when we’re comfortable.”

“Will that be before or after you fuck?”

Ada gasped.“It’s not about sex. (Y/N) has always understood me, she’s always been by my side. I can’t see my life without her in it.”

“These things you’re saying are huge, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes, and I wouldn’t say them if I didn’t mean it.”

“Ada, I’m just worried. People will target you even more for loving a woman, it won’t be safe.”

“It’s not safe for me being a Shelby! Or even standing up for women’s rights as we’ve just seen.”

“I’m not going to convince you otherwise, am I?”

“No. And I don’t care if people don’t accept it, it’s my life. I’ll do what I want.”

With that, Ada went back into her old bedroom, desperately wanting to slam the door, but not wanting to wake up (Y/N). She couldn’t help but melt at the peaceful sight. Her steps were light as to not make the floorboards creak, silently laying beside (Y/N) in the bed. Gently holding her hand, Ada kissed it, tears forming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry that you got hurt protecting me.” she whispered.“I wish I could have done more. I wish people wouldn’t look at us differently if we told them about us. But...but maybe, if there are any differences made to women’s rights, we might have a chance. It doesn’t matter what the world thinks, because I love you. And I know you love me. That’s all I need in this world, you’re all I need in this world.”

She knew (Y/N) couldn’t hear her. It didn’t matter. Her words were true and it felt good to speak them. One day, when she was confident enough, Ada would tell her in person, and hopefully receive the same words back. Their love was strong, stronger than any other love Ada had seen. And that’s what was going to get them through this, through this terrible, evil world.

#ada shelby #ada shelby imagine #ada shelby imagines #ada shelby one shot #ada shelby x reader #ada thorne #peaky blinders #Peaky Blinders bbc #bbc peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders x reader

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wazzupmrstark · 5 years

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We’re Only Kidding Ourselves- Part Nine || Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: sorry this part is hella short but this week has been hectic and I wanted to post something anyway! Also sorry there’s no smut in this part bc sex when one person is fucked up and the other isn’t is not cool (also I didn’t feel like it was the right time but that’s besides the point) but it will happen! Eventually!

Prompt: Enemies to lovers au (from @marvelellie‘s 1k writing challenge!!)

Summary: You work as a production assistant for the Spider-Man: Far From Home crew, or rather as Tom Holland’s handler. The two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other.

Warnings: swearing, angst (but when isn’t there), mentions of sex, vomit (sorry y’all)

What I listened to while writing: beerbongs and bentleys + the Black Panther Soundtrack bc parties...ya know

Word Count: 1.7k sorry it’s so short (title of ur sex tape)

You were already on board to get tipsy, but after watching Tom’s dance moves, you were ready to get shitfaced. The best word to describe his dancing was: white. But he was making an effort, and you respected that.

The bartender looked pleased to see you again. “Another round?” he asked, already reaching for the rum.

“How’d you know?” you teased.

“Lucky guess.” He grinned. His smile was equally as dazzling as the diamond studs in his ears. He poured your drink, capped the rum, and slid the glass across the bar, western movie style. You caught it with ease. “So you’re here with the group that rented out the bar?” You cocked your head at his accent. He was American and it made you wonder why he was all the way across the world working in a club in Italy.

“Yeah that’s us unfortunately.”

He made a face. “Why unfortunately?”

“The event’s mandatory for staff.”

“At least there’s free booze.”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure if I’m actually supposed to be drinking,” you admitted and flashed him your PA pass.

“Well I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Thanks,” you raised your glass to him and took a sip. You struggled not to make a face. Shit was strong.

“I don’t think I got your name,” he continued.

“It’s y/n.”

“D.J., nice to meet you.”

You grinned. “Likewise. It’s kind of ironic that you’re behind the bar.”

“Never heard that one before,” D.J. chuckled with a smirk. “So how long are you in Venice for?”

“Until the 5th.”

“Hey, if you’re not busy after this-”

You were distracted from whatever D.J. was saying by a cold hand on the small of your back and you jumped, but relaxed when you saw it was just Haz.

“Did you get the drinks?” he asked expectantly. You were confused. He hadn’t asked you to get him any drinks. He’d abandoned you at the door like ten minutes ago. He was smiling at you warmly, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

You stared at him blankly. “You didn’t ask me to get you anything.”

Haz looked at D.J. and chuckled. “She’s already had too much to drink, going and forgetting why she came over here. I’ll just take this one from you, love.” He took the glass from your hands and brought it to his own lips.

As soon as Haz called you ‘love’ D.J. stiffened. Sure was an English saying, but D.J. didn’t know what context Harrison was using it in. Haz didn’t call you love very often and it was the worst possible time he could’ve. Now things were awkward.

“Do you want another one?” D.J. asked you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Haz went ahead and answered for you. “She’s good, thanks mate.”

You took a deep breath to keep yourself from exploding on the spot and dragged Harrison by the sleeve of his jacket back into the crowd out of earshot from D.J..

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you serious?” Harrison asked, equally angry.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Please, y/n, he’s a bartender in one of the biggest tourist destinations in the world. He’s only looking for a quick fuck.”

“And who says that’s not what I’m looking for?” you demanded.

Harrison looked embarrassed. “It’s just not like you.”

“Why, because women can’t have one night stands?”

“No that’s not what,”

“And I need you to fight my battles for me?

“No, y/n-”

“Listen, I haven’t been laid for months because I’ve been working for your best friend, a twenty-two year old child, who takes up my entire fucking life! Do you know what that does to a person? So maybe when I get the opportunity to have my brains fucked out by a stranger I want to take it!”

“Can you lower your voice?”

You let go of his arm. “Yeah, whatever. But next time you ditch me at the door don’t interrupt me when someone starts acting interested.”

You stalked past him, bumping his shoulder and made your way back to the bar where you ordered another drink for yourself. D.J. didn’t hesitate to pour it for you.

It wasn’t the first time Harrison had done something like that and you always figured he was just a protective friend, but his timing was terrible. You didn’t let his weird behavior throw you off for too long though, because the alcohol was finally starting to take the edge off and Zendaya was beckoning you over to dance with her and who were you to deny her?

Z grabbed you by the hand and twirled you around making the world spin around you. You giggled and stumbled into her but she was there to steady you. You danced side by side to the beat, conscious of all the eyes on Zendaya and D.J.’s eyes on you. Light refracted off of the sequins on your dress like a disco ball bouncing all over the room, drawing attention. Zendaya was a much better dancer than you. Hell, she was professionally trained. Maybe you should have been intimidated, but you were having too much fun.

You couldn’t really think straight, but if you could you’d probably be in disbelief that you were having the time of your life with Zendaya in a club in Venice. You were a lucky bitch.

Everyone at the party was absolutely cleaning out the bar. People lost their shit for free alcohol and had zero regard for the inevitable hangover they’d all have tomorrow. Tom was going at a steady pace, tipsy, but not quite drunk yet. You weren’t sure if he was trying to avoid getting sloppy at a press event, or if he was just unaffected by what he’d already drank. You knew the boy could drink. He and Haz were the opposites of lightweights, unlike yourself. Their English blood allowed for them to consume enormous quantities of alcohol with little to no consequences, which meant that they must’ve really gone buckwild in Prague. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Tom, but at this point you were more gone than he was.

“Aye, might want to slow down,” Tom advised, taking a glass out of your hands somewhere around round four.

“And you might want to fuck off,” you slurred.

“Yeah, I’m not giving this back,” he scoffed and brought the vodka cran to his own mouth. What was it with these boys and them taking your drinks for themselves?

“Wait no, Tom-Tommy,” you pleaded “please?”

Tom paused the glass at his lips and raised his eyebrows at the nickname, but you weren’t even aware you’d said it. He chugged the rest in one go and you gulped as you watched him. You stood in front of him with your arms crossed. “Wanna dance?”

“Not really,” you pouted.

“Come on,” he laughed and pulled you to the dance floor.

“Tom!” you protested, but he swung you around by the hand, spinning you out and back to him. He caught you with his chest, bringing his other hand to your hips as he swayed you to the beat.

“What if people take pictures?” you whispered.

He shrugged. “They won’t. And even if they did, people can dance with friends.”

“But we’re not friends,” you reminded him.

“Right,” he amended through a tight lipped smile. “Well, people can dance with strangers.”

You let him sway you to a few more songs in the dim light. It was kind of pleasant. He did all of the work. His hands were soft and gentle on your body. If only he wasn’t such an asshole.

“The silver looks nice on you,” Tom whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite how hard you fought it.

“Is this your way of saying you’re always right?”

He smirked down at you. “Just take the compliment.”

After the third song you started feeling sweaty. The room was spinning- and not in a good way anymore. You laid your head on Tom’s chest and closed your eyes, willing it to stop.

“You okay?” Tom asked, pulling back and gripping you by the shoulders.

“I don’t feel very good,” you said and watched Tom’s face go white as a sheet. “Mr. Stark.”

“That’s not even the line,” Tom rolled his eyes and chuckled at your bad attempt at a joke, but stopped laughing when you actually gagged. “Okay, let’s get you out of here,” he urged and pushed you through the crowd out into the fresh air.

As soon as you were outside you beelined towards the bushes hunched over them, retching. Tom winced, came up behind you and twisted your hair back between his fingers, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. The action surprised you, but you didn’t push him away.

He stayed with you as you hurled. Tears were streaming from your eyes, but he just spoke to you softly saying it was okay, you’re going to be okay, and that everything would be okay. You straightened and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you groaned.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. ”Happens to the best of us.”

“God, I was supposed to be working tonight, not getting plastered.”

“Why...did you get so wasted?” Tom asked hesitantly. You didn’t answer right away. “Was it to get enough courage to sleep with that bartender?”

You whipped your head around so fast it made you nauseous all over again. “How is that your business?”

“We share a room.” He had a point.

“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe? Why does anyone drink?” you weren’t sure why you were admitting all of this to him, but you couldn’t say it didn’t have anything to do with the alcohol.

“To forget,” Tom said casually, catching you by surprise.

You didn’t know how to respond so you just cleared your throat. “You should get back inside, Spider-man.”

“I’m not leaving you out here by yourself, y/n.” He watched you sit on the edge of a brick planter, arms crossed.

“Then send Haz or Harry out, you have to go back to the party you’re the, the-”

“The golden boy?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” he smiled. “They’ll be fine for a few minutes without me. Here, let me get you back to the room.”

“No, Tom I need to stay,” you argued weakly.

“You’re in no condition to.”

“Why are you acting like you care about me?”

“Who said I didn’t?”

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EPISODE 3 “Back On My Bullshit” Alex S.

Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that I am Back On My Bullshit and doing That https://youtu.be/VLVChQE7uY8

So last round, I almost died. Everyone had apparently decided that between me and Patrick, I was the one to go. I was the target and it wasn't like anyone was pushing for it, it was just that it was the idea settled upon. It took me 23 hours. 23 hours to basically get it through these thick skulls that I should NOT be going home. 23 hours to shove Patrick under a bus and save my own ass. And yet, with 1 hour left, another bitch got in the way. Kage, in all his pointless paranoia, decided to try to reflip the vote in the last hour. The FUCK? I had worked so hard on flipping it that it made NO sense for it to be flipped back, especially not in the last hour. I had convinced nearly everyone to save me, sans Tommy who had already voted and apparently Kage, and yet he tried to flip it. WHATTTT the fuck? So, I went into the one world chat like "lol Kage bye girl!" And he apparently went right back to everyone and said "jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk!" UGH. He's a sweet kid and I get the paranoia because I felt it all of yesterday, but c'mon... At the moment, I trust Jonathan a ton. He told me I was in danger and needed to push the idea despite me thinking everything was peachy. I also love Crow and Jaiden for working with Zack and seeing how that mess turned out LOL and now working with me. Crow was apparently really pushing for me to stay. A motherfucking KING. Sarah was also really nice about everything and helped me from the get-go. Linus is m'dad and Alex is pretty rad!! Ashley fell asleep oops. But I think her and I would be good together. And Richie was telling me the full truth the whole time which also woke me up to the idea that I was still in danger. Also Junior is really cool and adult-y. I think now that I had to work SO hard to save myself, I should be in a better position on my tribe because I've had so many conversations with so many people, and a lot of it was strategy. So I feel like people know where my head is at. Right now, though, my target is between Tommy and Kage. While I know Kage is a messy bitch, Tommy's won this game. That's insanely dangerous. And I know he voted early but girl.... he was the only one beside Kage and Patrick (who I was actively targeting)...

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Me and Brian

I apologize for not submitting a confessional round two. I definitely was in Omaha auditioning for American Idol and those bitches told me a deserved no after my voice cracked during auditions *starts to cry*. Literally my tribe is so supportive but I'm actually fine about it. It's kinda funny that they think I like wanna die because of it but I'm literally okay. I tried and failed and what matters is that I tried.

Sup Fuckerinos! First things first I'd like to apologize for not making a confessional episodes 1 or 2. I've been busy^tm. Also I'd like to thank the hosts for this opportunity! So recap I was placed on the heroes tribe with literally the entire Solomon hosting team, Johnny, and the Malaysians. So when we lost the first challenge an alliance was created consisting of me, Pippa, Andrew, Kendall, Drew, Alex, & Johnny. Mist was voted out 11-1 (and Mist voted for me :') kms) because literally everyone and their damn mother came to that conclusion with a little point in the right direction from our alliance. I'm not going to lie I'm kind of pissed that everyone wanted Mist when we had the opportunity to vote out someone who's more threatening like Drew, Steffen, or Andrew but if no one else is down to do it then I guess I can't do anything about that RIP Mist. Andrew wants to get out Kendall and/or Alex instead of Drew and I see where he's coming from but I think he's too trigger happy and I think he's failing to realize that there are and will be repercussions to the things he does. Including the backlash that he will feel from the other heroes even Pippa but I can't tell him anything because I obviously don't know anything. He's got such a fucking hard head but if he wants to be stubborn and reckless let him because I'm not going to let him ruin my redemption arc even if we are good friends. I'll write his name down and not think twice. I'll shed only one tear for what could've been but was ruined by his reckless ass. Also I have something with Steffen on the side so if worse ever comes to worse I have him and I really like Trace and Ruthie so maybe I could do something with that? Idk but besides Andrew I really like this tribe. Blood is going to start spilling soon so I hope these bitches brought their heels.

Okay so I'm seeing myself becoming a lot nastier in the last few days....maybe these villains are rubbing off on my obviously heroic personality?? Firstly, I can now see why people had issues with Tommy in Cutthroat now....he's so hard to talk to... I feel he means well as a person but I just have a gut feeling that he's lying to me a lot.... Like about how his vote was locked "too early"? Seems convenient that you mention this to people AFTER the votes are revealed and you're in the minority? And then threatening me with the possibility of drawing rocks if it were to go to 6-6-1? Seriously? It's insulting... As of now, I'm probably closest to Sarah, Brian, Jaiden, and Jonathan so if I can maintain those relationships and reach out to the Linus/Junior duo I feel confident I can hang with these villains!

Listen I know this is my first confessional and that's awful of me but like I haven't had anything to say until this moment. If This selfie scavenger hunt Comes down to the geopositional division of the tribes And whose sun sets first Imma lose it It will be a tantrum And you will all bear witness to what happens when moving stress has pushed a person to the very edge, and the last string snaps.

Well, we lost another immunity. I am thinking maybe we should go afterJonathan, who pretty much did NOTHING for this scavenger hunt. But honestly I aint going to speak my mind because it could get me killed. In a game with this many people my strategy for right now will be to lay low, just not too too low. Hopefully Sarah or Tommy will run the show. For now.

WELL we lost again and im pissed bc i dont feel comfortable with my position on this tribe i havent formed good relationships with anyone and that's how i play these games by making 1 on 1 relationships with people that keep me safe until i can make moves but ugh idk theres just no one here that i........connect with???

So I guess my name is going around... I mean I am literally sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor packing to move so I can't really help being a little inactive on the chatting side, but challenge wise I have done quite a bit for this tribe so far, and I am really people can see that. but I mean oh well.

HFDJKA;VHJDFKAL NOW I KNOW WHY THE FOUR OF THEM WANTED TO WORK TOGETHER FUCKING DREW ALEX KENDALL AND ISAAC WERE ALL IN MALAYSIA AND THEY DRAGGED ME AS THEIR FIFTH AND PIPPA AND ANDREW AS 6TH AND 7TH OML THEY GOTTA GO THIS IS LITERALLY THE PERFECT CASE TO TURN ON THEM. The only person I told I wanted Ruthie out was Andrew, but now I'm not even sure if I'd want to take Ruthie out this round because those four could be so threatening down the road, but I also have to keep in mind that those four all being from Malaysia is target enough when we all get together as heroes AND villains, so maybe I just take the safe route and go for Ruthie here, and then if we lose for the third time, that's when I pull everyone else into the fold and it can be everyone against the four of them to AT LEAST get Kendall and Alex out of here because they're too damn good. I'm trying to take out all the really good players early, but I also think there's a chance that'll make me oober vulnerable, so I'm not too sure what the plan is yet. I guess I'll just play it out for now and see what my closest people think. I'm definitely going to tell Dom, Trace and Steffen about the four of them all playing in Malaysia together. This is where my research gets me! FUCK YES!

Steffen is probably about to make a confessional about how I was moving 100000 miles a minute with everything I was throwing at him. Just be prepared LMAO

I hate this game. Every round, I think the game is going to simplify, but this villains tribe is a complete mess and I wouldn't be shocked if we lost the duel and had to go to yet another tribal council 24 hours from our current one. Apparently, the vote is between Ashley and Jonathan for being extra quiet this round. What scares me is that I have no reason to really vote either out. I'd much rather vote Tommy or Kage who I have no intention on working with in the future ever ever ever. I don't have a personal issue with either, I just don't see myself ever working with someone who tried to vote me out. It's not logical. But then again, nothing that's happened on this crusty ass tribe has been logical. Vote me out over Pat? Majority said so until I flipped it (with some help who really pushed the move over the edge). This round, I guess I want Ashley to go? But I don't want to draw lines. I'd rather Kage go in an easy vote and that's that. But it ain't happenin' and I really don't need my name circulating yet again. Here's to hoping I don't get idoled out or go via rocks... please...

BITCH the villains tribe is a fucking mess i cant stand it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this vote is fucking ridiculous again no one has a clear plan theres no way of getting anyone to tell you whats actually going down its all just second hand names being tossed out and its like.... driving me fucking crazy theres 24 people still in the game so im just trying to lay low which im sure thats what everyone else is trying to do and thats why no one is just outright saying who they're voting for and like i get it but i want to die!!??? it looks like either jonathan ashley or kage are going... jonathan is inactive i've only spoken 2 words to him and he hasnt done anything to help in the immunity challenges so its easiest to vote him out but i liked him when he called out kage for his bullshit in the tribe chat so that was fun ashley is pretty inactive too but she helped more in the scavenger hunt BUT shes also wicked connected to people in this game from past tumblr survivor games relationships she has played with a lot of people in this game and thats scary to let her stay around and utilize those relationships kage i dont think is a real option but just ashley being mad that he is one of the ones that has said her name but i'd be cool with that because we've talked a good amount but i can tell he's a messy player he caused a lot of last minute chaos at our first tribal and i feel like kage tommy and linus have something going on so id like to break that potential group up idk whats going to happen bc this tribe is a literal disaster if i had to guess i'd assume jonathan will be leaving tonight and idc who it is as long as im still here (although i do need alex to stay for sanity reasons) i just dont want a tie or to be in minority and with that i guess we'll see what actually happens ugh why the fuck did yall think i was a villain fuck you i want to be over there with the good bitches

God I keep half forgetting to make confessionals please don't hate me. I really do enjoy our tribe, winning challenges is great but I'm afraid that people are simply talking more than I am which is my fear. I'm around but not specifically talking with people. I hope the Early 30s know I'm working with them whole heartedly and don't try and back stab me. Other than that I'm living life and having fun.

I have a feeling that an idol is gonna come out and I love being messy, so voting for Kage was just so he can be #afraid that his name came up. And like lowkey a fucking Sapphire idol could show up so who knows what happens with that. I'm just trying to fuck some lives over though so IF THAT HAPPENS, then maybe I'll be the only vote to eliminate Kage? Lmao

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tGhgF8_Uxk third babes

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