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cottonconnielvr · 10 months

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can you write plug!connie but he yo baby daddy, love your work btw <3

WARNINGS ✩ — mom!reader(i got insane baby fever n i wanna be a stay at home mom so bad 😔), fluff, nothing honestlyyy

YOU woke up to the blaring sun in your face, causing you to scrunch your eyes up. It was 8:45 am. The usual time you wake up on the weekends. Yes the weekends. Being a stay at home mom, you were always up on your feet. Taking care of things at home while Connie took care of everything else.

Your body was locked in place from moving. Your daughter, Celeste, was wrapped around you from the back, squished between Connie who was facing you, his long arm wrapped around you both. You shook your head, assuming Celeste climbed in the bed in the middle of the night like she always does.

You slowly pried their arms off of you, leaving them quietly sleeping in bed. You headed to the bathroom, getting yourself ready for the day.

After a steamy shower and you’re 5-step skincare routine, you went to go make breakfast, deciding to make a standard breakfast.

Meanwhile, an hour and a half later, Celeste walked down the stairs, her teddy bear locked in her arms. The sound of Destiny’s Child filled her ears as she approached the kitchen island, struggling to lift her five year old body onto the chair.

“Morning mama, want some fruit?” Your daughter immediately smiled at the kiss pressed onto her forehead.

Celeste loves both of her parents, of course. Even as a five year old she knows all the stress you endure. But she’s never seen you cry, well she’s seen you cry over heels but that’s besides the point. She’s never seen either of her parents give up or argue. Even if she saw you upset at her dad, you always resolved the issue.You and Connie set your daughters standards very high.

“Yes pleaseee” She flashes a smile, very similar to Connie’s.

After preparing breakfast, you finally prepared the plates. “Mommy can I give daddy breakfast” Celeste speaks from across the island, now standing. But you can only see her puff of hair as it shows over the island.

You nod, grabbing a tray from the pantry and putting Connie’s plate on it. “Be careful” You warned, handing her the tray.

“Of courseeee” She dragged out. Man was she obsessed with that word.

Celeste carefully walked up the stairs, walking very slowly and steadily. She made sure his fruit wasn’t touching his bacon and his bacon didn’t touch the whipped cream on his waffles, just how he likes it.

“Daddyyy it’s morning time” She sung out as she stood next to the bed. Connie stirred in the bed, feeling it empty.

He looked over to his daughter, seeing her hold a tray with food and a huge smile on her face. Always smiling.. “Thank you babygirl” He grabbed the tray from her, immediately digging in. “Where’s your mom?” Connie asked Celeste as she climbed into bed beside him, stealing a piece of bacon from Connie’s plate , earning a side eye.

“She’s probably in the garden now but like um..um..are we still going to the mall today?” She took her time, smacking her teeth multiple times.

Connie shook his head at the little girl, “You are just like your mom mhm”

“DONT step on my shoes. My dad bought them and they’re custom made.” Celeste sassily crossed her arms over her chest, yelling at her distant “cousins”.

You and Connie decided to stop by the cookout Ony was throwing, Connie doing a couple of drops as well. There were kids there so nothing crazy would happen, Connie trusted his best guys with his two favorite girls so he felt okay with leaving.

“Oh yeah? My dad is like the biggest strongiest coolest ever!” One of the kids of a family friend argued. “Strongiest isn’t even a word” Celeste rolled her eyes. “That’s why my dad gave me this!” Celeste pulled out an one hundred dollar bill out of her pocket, causing the kids the gasp.

“Woah she’s like rich” One boy said from his spot on the floor. Celeste smiled, stuffing it back into her pocket. “Yeah so don’t act like I don’t have motion!” Celeste copied the word that she always heard her dad say around her.

Truth be told, Celeste was a bit….egotistical. I mean come on Connie Springer is her father. To her parents she’s an angel but once she’s around kids her age, she’s talking about how big the Eiffel tower really is and how clear the water is in Fiji.

She’s a spoiled brat, just like you, in every single way.

After playing for hours, Celeste dramatically laid across your lap. “When is dad coming back” Just then she jumped up, seeing the sight of her father.

“Hi daddy!” He lifted her up into the air before just holding her on the side of his waist. “Hey princess, you have fun?” She hummed, nodding her head before he placed her down.

“Hi A-armin” Celeste waved while looking up, her face growing hot. Armin was Celeste’s first crush. “Hey little one” Armin smiled down at the child, patting her head before handing her a $5 bill. “I hear the ice cream truck, why don’t you get yourself something”

Celeste couldn’t stop her smile, her kiddy crush feeling much more like true love. She ignored her fathers scowl and hugged the blonde’s legs before running off to the front yard with Onyankopon and a group of kids.

“Calm down boy, it’s just a silly little crush” You walked over to Connie, handing him your cup to sip out of. Your hand went around his waist, pulling him into a side hug.

“She’s only five. She doesn’t need any crushes, especially on Armin” Armin jerks his head back at the emphasis on his name.

“Acting like i’m ugly or something” He shook his head before greeting some other people. “Y’know she thinks he looks like a disney prince or something. Anyways how was your run?” You walk infront of Connie, grabbing his hand. He trailed behind you with the cup still in his hand. His eyes were glued to your butt in the skin tight sundress. “Hm baby?” You ask completely unaware. The weather was breezy and dawn had settled in, painting the sky purple and blue.

“Y’know I still want a son as well?” Connie completely ignored your question, his front pressing up against your back as his hand trailed down to your butt, lightly squeezing.

You jumped, gasping out “Connie there are innocent children here!”

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applesontheground · 8 months

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💘 house call 💉

sending birthday wishes to @bisexual-horror-fan! as always, utterly thankful for a great friendship, and how else to show it by making our barbies kiss each other? this was another hypothetical we had talked about a little after the last cross-canon piece -- how the triads would react to properly meeting each other -- and in my nature i ran to write it for the special day.

(btw, i def intend for this to be something that happens outside the events of prometheus/post the "oh my god they finally hooked up" moment that's still coming. it's a slow burn after all, so spoilers that they get together eventually, i suppose?)

also: just to avoid confusion since there are a severe lack of names in this, i use she/her for the TTHITOW reader and they/them for the YOP reader!

SFW | Word Count: 2,771 | Tiffany Valentine x Reader x Charles Lee Ray & Herbert West x Reader x Daniel Cain contains canon typical/injury, compliant with Through The Heart Is The Only Way and Your Own Prometheus

In the dead of night, a car went squealing down the road. Trying to get away from an audience of dark windows, clear and open like crystal eyes peering into where they were going – and more importantly, who they were.

“Stop lettin’ go of it, you’re just gonna bleed out!”

“I’m not. Tiff, don’t fuckin-! OW!”

Another yelp from the backseat made the tires squeal, causing a sharp turn being made and the woman behind the wheel to finally slam both her palms down in an aggravated motion. “I can’t drive straight if you two are screaming in my ear! I just can’t!” She cried, hands white knuckling as they returned to take control.

Chucky looked to the ceiling of the car cabin, rolling his eyes and disguising it as agony to keep both of his girls off his back. Tiffany swung around from the passenger seat, and she argued, “He’s the one that says we can’t go to a hospital, especially not with the sorry sap in the back.”

Being reminded of the body in the trunk, the waitress rolled her neck but finally gritted, “No, nope. Fuck it, I have somewhere better than a hospital. Somewhere far safer for all of us, sealed lips and all.”

“Sure, sure. Take us wherever is best right now, baby cakes.” Tiffany finally softened, an arm on the crook of her elbow. “Only thing I have t’ask is where it is.”

“…Across from a cemetery…one town over or so…” She mulled, then quickly insisted, “A friend of mine, they work as a document runner. Believe me, we can trust them-“

“Oh, that’s nice. Perfect, just what we needed.” Chucky grimaced in a sarcastic bite, but the waitress snapped, “For God’s sake, if I’m your accomplice you could let me fucking finish-” Tiffany gave a downright diabolical look to him, patting the waitress’ arm as she mustered the patience. “…They got a couple doctors for roommates.”

“Oh,” His hands came up in a shrug, “Fine, that’s actually better than I thought.

Let’s make a house call. Sure they’d fuckin’ love that at this time of the night.”

Knock on the door.

From inside the house, the sole person in the kitchen looked up from the counter. First at the door an ocean’s away with the desolate living room seeming so vast; then at the clock on the mantle. Finally, a familiar voice hushing on the other side made them sprout up from their seat, discarding the question of a warrant before entering that had been forming in their mind. Even though no one else was on the main floor with them, they couldn’t help sneaking, the heavy quiet making them very aware of their own footsteps.

Opening the door, their eyes fell, a little disheveled in an expected way for this time of the night but growing in moments at the scene before them. Two women holding a man between them, one of them they recognized like the back of their hand. If there wasn’t a dark stain trailing down the man’s torso, they would’ve been quicker to say hello.

“Is everyone home?” The waitress asked, giving a pointed look from under one of his arms. The courier stammered, “I- They’re…” They looked to one woman, then the other. Finally, the man for only a brief glimpse as they answered more confidently, “They’re downstairs, but I can…Oh my god,come inside.” Forgetting formality, they held the door open.

“Downstairs, like in a basement?” Chucky clarified. Tiffany sighed, “What else could we be talking about, huh? Come on, you’re bleeding all over the porch.”

“Oh yeah, let’s go inside and bleed on the carpet-“ He snarked, his other girlfriend lingering by the door to catch a worrisome glance from the courier. Still, they smirked as she murmured, “I can explain, I promise. Thank you so much. We just couldn’t go to the hospital, you know.”

“Sure, of course.” They assured, nothing else needed to be said as they guided them in. One last look into the street, across it to the cemetery for a beat, then they closed the door behind them.

“Good timing. I had just been up and walking around when you pulled up.” The courier explained, ushering an open jar of peanut butter behind the toaster on the counter, one second upright and another crouched down, opening a drawer where you might expect them to keep the pots. Looking over one shoulder, they offered, “You can take a seat anywhere you’d like, by the way.”

“So, sweets.” Chucky rolled his eyes over to the waitress, and teased, “Do you have multiple pals that happen to be bangin’ a couple doctors, or is this who I think it is? Be honest.” The courier perked up, trying not to smirk. “She’s told you about me?”

Chucky shot a look towards the woman on his left. “All I’m saying is that you told me that you weren’t taking me to the Frankensteins. What do we mean by doctors, exactly?”

The waitress asked, “Do you want to be taken care of without the legal work or not?” and the courier lamented as they set some medical supplies on the counter, “Do we have to word it like that?” The gears continuing to turn in their head as they tore the seal on a bottle of peroxide, they then repeated in a confused tone: “Frankensteins?”

Seeing them busy quickly, even finding a pair of nitrile gloves conveniently stashed with the rest of the supplies and wasting no time to stretch them over their hands, Chucky scoffed, “Well, this whole household’s full of doctors, huh?” They met eyes with him and chirped, “Oh no, I’m a courier for the county, actually.” He gave a look of concern back down to the heavy tear – both through his sweater and doubling down into his skin – above his stomach.

They then hummed, “It’s alright. When you live with people in the business, you learn a little. Believe me, I may not be licensed but I know what I’m doing. I’ve patched up those doctors themselves a few times when they weren’t able to.”

“What, when they burn their hand on the stove or something?” Chucky scoffed, getting a small laugh from the courier. “Sure, or when they stub their toe on a doorframe.” They went along with it, shrugging casually but their smile slightly bent into a disguised grimace.

Chucky sighed, half from the load off he took on a barstool by the counter and half by the return of his humor. “Sure. Just like everyone here, you also know a thing or two about all that necromancy garbo, too. I know a sadist when I see one.”

The courier’s kind eyes grew wide. “Oh, did she tell you about that, or…?” They met eyes again, both confused now. He mumbled out, “…No? No, I was- I was joking, buddy.”

Before they could rewind their terrified expression, a door opening down the hall towards the right side of the house made their head snap towards it. They dropped the gauze from their hands into Tiffany’s lap. She merely watched in shock as the poor thing nearly lost balance shooting around the counter.

“The boys must be in.” Tiffany mused, one hand resuming the work they had been doing but still giving a curious glance towards the doorway where they had slipped out of sight.

Hushed conversation. The courier begging with a quiet, “please” was all they caught before they slipped back around the doorway and cleared their throat so all three people in the kitchen looked over. There were emerging figures from the hall, still shrouded in the deep dark of the corridor but still clear enough to see that one was taller, lankier while the other had a pair of metallic-framed glasses.

“These are friends of mine. They ran into some trouble and just needed the help.” The courier explained, “Friends, these are my partners.” The two men finally followed as they walked back in, the light showing their faces far better. The taller one was quick to react, giving a confused nod before his eyes settled on the blood seeping across the counter, finding the source and immediately softening in stature at the sight, concern making him antsy in how he stood behind the other two. His counterpart was far less disposed to it, still giving a close look to the courier, a raise of the eyebrows when they locked stares in a silent ask of ‘All this, and you brought them inside?’

“Oh, that one’s definitely a freak.” Chucky cringed under his breath, both of his girlfriends slapping hands over their own mouths and then his with the free ones. The courier disregarded it, ignoring the offense from one man by saying his name. “Herbert, Dan. This is a friend I meet up with every Thursday after late runs, and … her partners. Chucky and Tiffany?” Looking in a silent question to the other two just to be safe, both silently greeted in affirmation.

“Sorry about the blood, you guys. I know tricks on how to get it out of linoleum if you need.” Tiffany mentioned to them as both men tried to find their place in the scene unfolding. Dan quickly responded, shaking his head hurriedly and trying to crack an edgeless smile for her, “Oh, we got cleanup down well. I, uh- “ He gestured to the courier, “They get nosebleeds a lot, actually. Don’t you, honey?” Briefly pecking each other on the lips, the courier put a hand to Dan’s lower back and commented, “Yeah, about that. They know we do more than nosebleeds around here.”

“They what?” Herbert turned from the counter, paused in his movement to find some gauze. He even held it close to one shoulder, like he was about to abstain from the entire ordeal, but Dan quickly snatched it from him. Knowing there were more pressing matters, he came around the counter and asked Chucky, “How did you manage something so bloody? At this time of night, too?”

“Believe me, it’s better you don’t ask. What’s important is making sure I don’t die around your boyfriend over there.” Chucky grimaced, earning a suppressed glance from the man.

Herbert snorted at that, the courier cringing to themselves as Dan assured him, “Come on, you’re not doing that. You haven’t lost enough blood to die, I promise.” The courier then added kindly, “You’d need a lot more than that, actually.”

“I’m sure stranger things have happened,” Herbert warned, making Dan finally frown over at him as the courier hissed, “Enough.”

Chucky groaned, “For Christ’s sake, I think I know where this caravan is going. We all kill people, or at least know about the whole murder ordeal, so let’s stop being a bunch of pusses while we have this small talk, huh?”

“Kill people?” Dan echoed, half terrified of the mere mention but trying to disguise it as confusion.

“Oh, murder?” The word stained Herbert’s tongue, like a bad burn, “Is that what you call it?”

The courier scoffed at him, “I didn’t give them that word.” Giving a pointed look back, like they were growing exasperated from the assumptions, they silently resolved the issue and looked back to the others.

“Huh, we seem to know a little more ‘bout each other than I thought. Have you been yapping, too?” Tiffany then asked the waitress, crossing her arms to make the other woman huff, “Not…not anything specific about what you and Chuck do for a living, if that’s what you mean.”

“Well, we can understand now, can’t we?” Herbert piped up again, the courier handing him a pair of gloves as he now joined the small circle forming in the center of the room, “We don’t need to be so discrete: If you must know, I met Daniel in a morgue and the other one sneaking around two nights after they had moved in.” Even though it was a bit rude, the courier seemed tickled by the use of the other one, and when Tiffany noticed with a narrow of her eyes they whispered, “Long story.”

The right man for the job, Dan closed in as the one in charge of patching Chucky up. Herbert watched in a thinly veiled , but was soon distracted by the courier, who mosied over and took his fiddling hands. He gave them a tough look, but it was ignored in favor of peppering a soft kiss to one knuckle, whispering something that made him roll his eyes but finally release the tension in his hands and let them rest on his sides.

He fell far more content with watching, their chin on his shoulder as they mouthed, “God, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Herbert didn’t respond, but a contemplative glance back over at Dan was all the courier needed to smile a little. They met eyes with the waitress, and they couldn’t help but feel some sort of strangely placed perfection in how they acted with the two misfits that had emerged from the depths of this strange little house in the middle of some desolate valley of silence and almost crypt-like complacency.

The waitress then turned her attention back to her own two. Tiffany had been idly speaking with Dan, but as soon as the awful gash in Chucky’s side was no longer visible under a healthy layer of gauze she was looking at him.

Dan finally gave them space, nodding one last time before walking over to the sink to wash his hands, meeting the other two there. Putting a hand on his shoulder, the waitress grinned as they shared a kiss themselves as Tiffany huffed, “Very nice work, Dan. My man’s almost good as new. If only you could fix that clunky chip on his shoulder.” Chucky made a face, and muttered, “Keep talking like that, and I’m running away with this one.” The waitress giggled, slapping him on the shoulder playfully as he pulled her into the two of them, giving her a kiss as well. A dim thought fell over her, and her smile faded as she murmured, “Well, now we just need to scrap the body that’s still in the car.”

There was a plastic clatter on the counter over by the sink, the triad looking at them while Dan slowly turned off the water. “You guys brought the body?” The courier gasped, and Chucky shrugged, “What, were we supposed to leave it out in the open with our fingerprints all over it?”

Tiffany then pointed out, “Well, we’re by a cemetery, we can just find a hole in the ground and take care of it.” She looked at Dan, who was shooting a gaze to the living room with the window pointing towards the graveyard. “You guys know a good spot for that, I suppose?”

“Body disposal?” Dan murmured, letting one of his dry hands slip around the courier’s hip, having them fit snug against him. Chucky jutted his chin towards him. “What, are any of you gonna say something?”

Tiffany then sighed, “Whether it’s burying the guy, dissolvin’ him in a bathtub like you see in those over-the-top crime shows…I dunno, we just need it gone one way or another, so we all don’t go to jail.” The courier gave a careful look to the hem of their shirt, streaked a bit with blood that had been lingering on someone’s hand while they had brushed past them.

Finally, Dan offered, “Well…we can help with that, too. I-If you want, I mean- we know how difficult…” Listening to him stumble, the courier’s arm came up to press their fingers into his back in mute support, “It can be to get rid of evid- Bodies, all of that stuff.” He finally swallowed his last thoughts, looking down at the tile floor with an almost ill look on his face.

Herbert stopped rubbing the smudges from his glasses, placing them back on his face. When he got another uncertain glance from the waitress, he then mused more to his partners than them with an amused tone.

“Yes, I think that can be arranged.”

Tiffany beamed, “Great, so it’s a double date?”

The courier looked over at the waitress, and instead of anxiety, confusion, worry… There was a glimmer of mischief on the way they pursed their lips. It was more to hide a smirk than to express discomfort, and the waitress had to put a hand over their mouth to hide the matching smile.

It was dangerous; they had a match made in Hell and they weren’t sorry about it.

#poly!chiffany x reader #tiffany valentine x reader x charles lee ray #poly!danbert x reader #herbert west x reader x daniel cain #✏️#💉#💘

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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“never go to santa carla”

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sneak peek of my stranger things x the lost boys x my babysitter’s a vampire! au wip

synopsis : when reader comes back from her trip to santa carla, she’s acting off. she’s moody, constantly brushing off the group, hanging around shady looking people, and she looks terrible! (no she doesn’t 😽)

i’ve decided to make this reader the same as the “we’re going to summer camp bitches!” one ☺️

so you know what that means 😻😻😻

eddie x fem!reader , kind of david x fem! reader too 🫤 , (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾‍♀️)

future warnings : swearing , suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , the lost boys in general because yeah, david (is his own warning yes) , scary y/n , michael emerson and david being down bad (for two different people btw) , reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , the lost boys being hot ��, look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨

the whole sleeping during the day and coming out at night thing doesn’t exist here.

my sneak peek for “like a virgin” will be out soon too !

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hawkins, indiana | sunday, october 5, 1986 | 6:47 a.m.

you all stayed up the entire night watching movies, playing games and talking about what they did while you were gone, and how your trip was, although the last one wasn’t for too long as you insisted that you’ll tell them all about it later on.

the last person of the group fell asleep at about 2, which is when your house was finally consumed with silence. everyone was asleep peacefully, nancy stretched out on the love seat with jonathan on the floor next to it, argyle also on the floor, but he was layed out in front of the couch that dustin , mike , and will were all squeezed together on. erica, eleven, and max had went up to your room ages ago to go to sleep. you, robin , and lucas were all huddled on another couch together, where you were all previously playing a card game before falling asleep, while steve and eddie fell asleep on another couch.

now nancy was having a great sleep, a really great one, so to be woken up by robin shaking her so aggressively, that she thought her head would fall off of her neck, didn’t sit right with her.

“would you stop shaking me?!” nancy whisper-shouted.

“i’ll stop shaking you when you wake up! y/n’s arguing with someone outside. come listen.” robin whisper-shouted back at her.

“what?” nancy asked, as robin dragged her off of the love-seat, out of the living room, and brought her to the front door, where steve and eddie, were already huddled, with their ears against it.

“what are you guys-“ she was cut off by steve sharply shushing her, and pressing his ear back to the door.

“just listen, it’s so weird.” robin said, pressing hers to the door again.

nancy huddled over the three, and pressed her ear to the door as well, and lo and behold, you were heatedly talking to someone, but they couldn’t tell who.

“it sounds like a guy out there.” nancy whispered, furrowing her eyebrows. “maybe her brother’s back again?”

“nah we don’t think so, he sounds different, plus they would have started fighting already.” robin said flippantly.

“yeah, and boyfriend of the year over here, doesn’t want to go out there.” steve looked towards eddie.

“it sounds interesting! plus if we go out there they’ll stop.” eddie defended.

“isn’t that the point?” robin asked.

“i want to hear the drama- shh! they’re starting again.”

they all pressed even closer to the door, trying to decipher what you were saying, but only being able to make out some parts of it.

“-merson, i swear to god, why-…and how did you get here?!”

“are the rest of them here too?

“jeez! i thought we were friends y/n/n why the last na-“

suddenly a harsh thump against the door made the eavesdroppers jump back.

meanwhile outside the door -

“do not play with me right now michael, this isn’t funny.” you seethed, after grabbing him by the jacket and holding him against the door you just slammed him against.

back in the house -

“ ‘michael’ ? is she talking to mike?” eddie whispered, as they all looked at each other confusedly before a voice cut chimed in.

“is who talking to me?” mike said, from behind them, causing them all to jump at the intrusion. “what’s going on?” he whispered, eating some cereal, he stole from your kitchen.

“shhh!” they all hissed at him, before gluing themselves back to the door, with a now curious mike joining them.

meanwhile outside-

“i’m not joking!” the curly-haired man said defensively putting his hands up. “we’re not here to piss you off, we’re here to help you!”

“help me?” you scoffed, letting him go, before fake smiling. “i think i’ve gotten all the “help” i can from those guys! i mean what with giving me these-“ you said sarcastically, pointing at your newly sharper canines and nails before retracting them.

“wow, you’ve got a much better handle on those than i did at first. i’m proud..” he said impressed.

“i’m forever grateful.” you said sarcastically.

“it’s the whole feeding thing, you see. david said he doesn’t want you drinking off of randoms for your first time.” he explained meekly, as you just glared at him.

“listen i didn’t know they were gonna do that, okay?” he defended himself. “but i mean you didn’t even give ‘em a chance to do their whole little “show you the ropes” spiel before you took off! i’ve never seen anyone pack up and leave a state so quickly. which i’m honestly impressed by, if we’re being serious.” he added on incredulously, walking away from the door, and pacing back and forth on your porch.

He was right though. that night before you were supposed to be going back to hawkins, the group invited you to hang out at their “spot” in this cool cave they seemed to have claimed. you were all having a great time, waiting for michael to come back with the food, when one of your new friends, david, offered you some vintage-ish wine in this cool looking antique bottle he had.

You (unknowingly at the time) drank what was actually blood, causing them to have some sort of field day for some reason. once you saw what they really were though , before they had the chance to explain, once they were distracted, you booked it right out of there, back to your grandparents’ new house, telling your grandmother that you had to leave a night early for some “emergency” happening back in hawkins.

when the boys went over there the next morning asking for you, she told them that you had already began making your way back home, right after getting back the night before. unfortunately, david, (ever the charmer) was able to find out what “home” you were going back to, before deciding that the group was going to take a little road trip down to this “hawkins”.

“i mean who does that? when they did it to me, i at least stuck around for instructions or something! you just up and left!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

you shushed him harshly, before speaking. “keep your voice down! and people that aren’t psychopaths do that, michael!” you paused, trying to calm yourself down.

“you do not. understand the bullshit i have went through in the past couple years. i have to constantly be prepared and ready for anything. and this!” you gestured to the new additions to yourself. “is a bit of a distraction.”

“listen, like i said earlier, i’m sorry that they did this, okay! but i know exactly what you’re going through! hence why we came here.” he pleaded, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“i mean you saw how they acted back in santa carla, they were animals! you had somewhat of a reign on him though.” he explained, putting a slight emphasis on the word “him”.

“it’s the whole feeding thing, you see. david doesn’t want you drinking off of some random for your first time.” he quietly explained as you glared at him.

“i think i have enough books and vampire knowledge, to learn how to survive, if he thinks feeding’s the issue. so you can tell them that i’m fine and leave.” you sighed, brushing him off, before pausing and looking at him, suspiciously, noticing his tense stance.

“even though i’ve only known you for about a week, i can tell that you’re a good person, and i don’t want you to suffer okay?” he said sympathetically.

“you’re not telling me everything are you?” you asked, eerily calmly.

“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh yeah? i’m just curious, you all came here together right?” you said realizing something.

“yeah so?…” he said meekly.

“so where are the others?” you asked, now afraid of his answer.

“oh, you know… just hanging out…” he said.

“hanging out where?” you said sternly.

“well..” he said before whispering something you couldn’t really understand.

“well what, michael? spill it!” you pleaded.

“well, when we first got here yesterday, david was still pissed about you just up and leaving without saying anything to him, and decided he didn’t want to see you yet so he went to go look around town! and well you know how the rest of them are! it’s always ‘monkey-see, monkey-do’ with ‘em! so after he left, paul decided that he wanted to go see how “hawkins girls” party so he split too.” putting air quotes around hawkins girls. “and then marko, dwayne, and i decided to look for you, but marko got side tracked and dipped off later on to find paul. and i accidentally lost dwayne at some point last night.“ he rambled before whispering to himself, “or maybe he just ditched me.”

“so, how did you find me?” you asked, trying to take in all of that information.

“oh, i just recognized your car in the driveway.” he said flippantly.

“why is it every time you’ve brought up the group, you always zero in on david?” you asked, out of nowhere.

“what do you mean?” he asked, acting like he wasn’t aware of it.

“‘david’s mad because i left without talking to him.’ not the group, him. ‘i had somewhat of a reign on him.’ ‘david, doesn’t want me feeding off of random’s.’ what’s that all about?” you asked crossing your arms.

“i don’t know okay! he’s just been acting so weird. ever since we met you, he’s been off the rails in a way that the other four don’t even recognize.and they’ve known him forever! he wasn’t even like this with star!” he said, incredulously.

“oh so, what? i hurt little david’s feelings and now he wants to be all possesive as if i fucked up his life!?

“look i know it’s bullshit okay? i mean it’s been almost a year since they did the same shit to me, and i still don’t completely get it.” he exclaimed, causing you to soften up a bit.

“alright. i guess i’m done yelling at you for now.” you said nonchalantly, walking back towards your door.

“wait, that’s it? what do we do now?” he asked, following you.

“i’m going back to sleep. we can look for the others later.” you explained tiredly.

“yeah, that’s definitely a side effect. how did you even make it all the way back here without conking out?”

“adrenaline, i guess. come on in, since i know you vamps are big on that shit.” you sighed sarcastically, opening the door.

well, trying to open the door, being that there was some kind of weight pressed against it. you heard a thud and a sharp “ouch” and a “retreat, she’s coming back!” before you were able to open it without issue.

you and michael were met with the faces of all 13 of your now awake friends, sitting in the foyer of your house, staring at you with wide eyes.

“so…” robin started, clearing her throat.

“do you have something to tell us y/n?” nancy, said cautiously, as everyone looked at you expectantly.

“what’s there for her to tell, she’s definitely a vamp! him too from what i’ve gathered.” argyle, chimed in nonchalantly, taking some of the cereal that mike was eating.

“never go to santa carla kiddos.” you sighed, walking passed them all and plopping down onto the couch closest to the door, and immediately falling asleep.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie munson x y/n #the lost boys #david #paul #marko #dwayne #michael emerson #the lost boys x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x black!reader

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becauseimanicequeen · 14 days

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RANDOM THOUGHTS: Two Worlds ep. 7

I’m going into this episode expecting nothing but more backstory between Thai and his Khram from three years ago (especially considering how the previous episode ended). I hope I will get some Jao and Wayu moments in the present. But I hoped for that ages ago. I want to see these two idiots fall in love. Pleeeeaaaase?

Honestly, thank you for not staying in the past too long this episode.

It must’ve hurt Jao to admit that Thai had come back to life after meeting this Khram. So, where’s Wayu? Come and take care of your future boyfriend!

Wait, Khram is actually leaving with Phupha?

Not anymore!

The way they’re arguing about how Thai should address Khram…

This Khram being jealous of the other Khram and Thai trying to smooth it over made me laugh.

Well, I’ve been sus about Janda for some time…

Excuse me? That confession went hella fast, and we didn’t get to see any of it. Is it really Janda who’s behind it? Or does the aunt have something to do with it since we basically just have to trust her word here… I mean, she says she loves Phupha but lying is hella easy…

Something is definitely going on. Will Phupha drug his aunt, considering he has a plastic pouch of something that looks like white powder?

Well, there we have it. It was the aunt…

Phupha is in danger again and Khram is getting his chance to save Phupha in this world.

Damn, the aunt is wacko.

Oh, lord… The old greedy succession thing is behind it…

Damn! Phupha’s biological dad was in love with the man who raised Phupha! Btw, did he reveal this before he died? I can’t remember, lol…

I hope Phupha uses that bottle as a weapon. Smash it into her pretty skull, or something.

Wait, did he add that powder he had into the wine?

Yes, he did.

Did they never think to search his pockets and stuff when they kidnapped him? What amateurs… LOL!

But whyyyyy would you scream before you attack someone from behind? Just do it! Don’t alert them that you’re coming! Seriously, what kind of amateurs are these people?! Not that I want Phupha to die in this world as well. But what the fuck is this? LMFAO!

So, Thai brought a knife to a sword fight?

Damn, licking that sword, blood and all, was hella sexy. I know, I’m weird…

Thai waving the other guy over like “Come on, bitch, show me what you’ve got” and I’m living for it.

Well, the knife won.

Khram saying he’s scared of losing people he loves is relatable.

There was finally some progress on the Phupha storyline in this episode. The only thing (and the major thing) I was missing in this episode were more Jao and Wayu moments. When will we get to see these idiots stop their arguing and hook up? I’ve been patiently waiting for a loooong time…

Anyway… Phupha is basically safe now, right? So, that means the remaining three episodes will, most likely, be about whether or not Khram will have to go back to his world or not. That has to come up at some point, I’m sure.

But, please, pleeeeeaaaase, give me some Jao and Wayu moments next episode. I’m starving!

#iq random thoughts #two worlds #two worlds the series #thai ql #thai bl #thai series #my shit

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height-in-uppercase · 2 years

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𝘝𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘚

1. Upbringing/How He Was Raised

* He is a mama’s boy. Though both of his parents are present, he gets along more with his mom.

* He has three big dogs. A German Shepard (Leo), a Great Dane (Hades), and a Saint Bernard (Luke).

* Growing up, he was always told plenty of affirmations from his mom and dad that, no matter what, they love him & they’ll be there for him.

* They also told him that if anyone makes fun of his height then knock tf outta them (little did they know-)

* They have a rage room specifically built for, well…rage moments (and this isn’t exclusive for Vance, it’s for everyone😊)

* They have family dinners on the couch instead of the table.

* He hates summer (cause hair)

* He hates spring (cause allergies)

* He likes winter (cause Christmas vacations)

* That choker that he has? Christmas present from a fav relative (I personally say fav older cousin).

* When Vance started doing not-so-great in school, people started talking about it to his folks.

* And then when he would get into fights, people started talking about the whole family (I could go so much darker with this).

* Vance started to distance himself from his parents; not to the point where they don’t know where he is but to the point where Vance would look at them and nod.

2. His Academic Performance

* He’s more of a left brain than a right. He’s a huge nerd for shit that involves mechanics and engineering

* If you were to ask him what’s his favorite class, he would be smart and say “dismissal”🙄. But it’s genuinely P.E, and if you don’t count that as a class than he would say Science

* He’s caused accidents in the science labs.

* He used to be a “B” student. But then school became more difficult and his grades started dropping.

* The teachers noticed, some of them didn’t care. And very few tried to help him out.

* He has communication issues when it comes to “needing help”.

* Because of this, many teachers started giving up on him.

* He failed school, which made him feel like he’s a failure. And that, was the match that lit the fuse.

* When he got held back, he started loosing friends to where people would give him the stink eye and whisper about (obviously) him.

* One time someone tried to cut his hair

* Got to a point where he just said “screw school”, and stopped showing up (CUE PINBALL ADDICTION)

* Btw that boy that was next to Vance, yeah they’re not friends. Just regulars of Grab-n-Go. I personally feel like his name would be Langston.

* He would stay in the family rage room.

* His mom and dad would cry. Not in front of him though, because they didn’t want him to think that they didn’t love him anymore.

3. When He Was Kidnapped

* My theory: Vance got arrested one day. On the way to the station, a crash happens between the gr*bber’s van & the cop car which killed the two cops & knocked out Vance.

* When he first woke up, Vance was red hot.

* When he first saw The Gr*bber, he tried to fight him. The Gr*bber let it happen because he knew that boy was weak from the crash.

* He laughed when Vance hit his head on the door.

* Back at home his parents are hysterical.

* His dad actually frames the detectives saying that they “let this happen”

* His mom is throwing up in the bathroom toilet.

* When the detectives mention of Vance’s…”issues”, his mom tries to reason with them (cue TikTok that y’all blew tf up thank yew(and btw, I’m not sorry)🥹🙏).

* When the detectives asked if Vance had any friends, it broke his mom’s heart to say that he didn’t.

* When providing the background info, Sheryl (that’s her name don’t argue with me) could only think one thing.

* “Do you have his choker?” “What?” “His choker, his choker that he was given to on Christmas, his choker that he always wore! His choker that was green and had a-a-a-a little…thing, in the middle of it- oh what was that thing?!”

* Yeah..she went into a panic attack.

* When the Detective Wright tried to comfort and soothe her, she smacked him (and left a scratch mark).

* The dogs went into full on attack mode

* Meanwhile back at the basement, Vance is in and out from recovery.

* He’s crying a lot. Like, angry crying. BECAUSE WTF!!!

* He’s definitely tried the phone. And when The Gr*bber told him it doesn’t work, Vance said “it works fine as a weapon”.

* He was left alone after that.

* As the days went on, Vance’s mom went into a state of denial.

* She would have presents ready for him on Christmas and his birthday saying that he “went to go play is game” and that he’ll “be back soon”.

* She would even stay up late because “it’s a school night, he won’t be out long.”

* With Vance, he wouldn’t sleep. He was so filled with rage that he was full on psychotic and violent.

* On one of the days that the gr*bber picked up his food tray, Vance threw the plate at his face and tried to use the bottle as a shank.

* The Gr*bber closed the door and beat him bad for being a “naughty boy”(🤢🤮).

* After that beating Vance fell asleep, but The Gr*bber wasn’t done yet.

* As a way to “get on his good side”, the gr*bber would compliment Vance’s hair and eyes saying that they’re beautiful.

* The damage that Vance was talking about? Here’s what he did:

* Broke the window (not shatter, just broke)

* Caused a hole in the wall (given).

* Broke the toilet (as in took the lid and smashed it).

* Tore the mattress up with a hidden glass bottle shard.

* And ofc that was the last thing he ever did.

4. When He Died

* His.Mom.Lost.It

* Fvck the rage room, she tore up the whole house.

* She would take some of his baby photos and hold them close and sing them lullabies.

* She would sleep in his room.

* The dogs would wait by his door still

* One day, they got a random package on their doorstep.

* Vance’s dad brought it in and opened it to find Vance’s choker inside, all dirty and bloodied up.

* Cue scream of bloody murder (no pun intended) from the mother.

* The neighbors heard and when they went to see what was wrong, all they could do was stand still as they witnessed a grieving mother.

* When Vance’s body was recovered, one of the detectives updated Mr. & Mrs.Hopper.

* She went to the morgue and the first thing she did was hug him.

* She put the choker back around his neck and gave strict instructions to the person to “make sure he doesn’t loose it”.

* A miserably small funeral was held for Vance in the winter, near the time that they would have their family Christmas vacation.

#vance hopper #vance the black phone #vance hopper headcanons #the black phone

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wendytestabrat · 2 years

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I’ve never been that much into shipping like literally I’m one of the most boring and logical people ever and when I watch most shows I just care about the plot and don’t rlly give a fuck when it’s soiled with a bunch of corny romances (except if it’s actually interesting and the two people have an entertaining dynamic that adds to the story and gives conflict and shit). This is exactly how the last few seasons of Regular Show were ruined bc it was all about relationships (even tho I love Rigby & Eileen together ngl LOL), as well as iCarly like the whole fucking Creddie vs Seddie war ruined the show, I doubt Freddie was supposed to end up with anyone but it’s like the writers felt pressured to put in that dumbass Seddie storyline bc shippers were obsessed. So I understand why people don’t care for Kyman or any South Park ship and just wanna watch the show, I mean I was like this too I used to not give a fuck and found the South Park shippers annoying. I only liked Stendy bc it was canon, and then Kyman grew on me over time, and I started to like Creek when it became canon too, but every other ship in the fandom is mostly trash imo LOL. But srsly ya’ll are dumb as hell for not seeing that there’s clearly something going on between Cartman & Kyle at this point, especially after Kyle went ballistic after seeing Cartman with someone else TWICE….I’m like bruh how can anyone interpret this as anything other than jealousy. DHSJJS I’m sure you could totally make a case to argue how Kyman isn’t gonna actually happen, bc I agree on some level like South Park is just a comedy, so I feel like a lot of it is all just Matt & Trey trolling everyone and putting in these subliminal messages that don’t amount to anything. And yeah one can also argue that Kyman will never happen bc Cartman & Kyle are both too stubborn to ever admit they care for one another. But I mean I feel like there’s NO WAY at this point that these Kyman moments we keep getting are just fans reading too much into things, I’m sure Matt & Trey know damn well what they’re doing and they’re putting this shit in on purpose as fan service to imply that Cartman & Kyle like each other bc they know so many people ship Kyman. So yeah will Kyman ever actually become canon or happen? Honestly I don’t know, it’s so hard to tell. But I mean Creek happened so it’s not completely out of the realm of possibility and Matt & Trey are always doing unpredictable things and trolling people. I really don’t wanna say that Kyman is for sure gonna happen, but I feel like I can’t completely say it’s not possible either bc I may be wrong either way LOL. But I know for a fact there is tension and subliminal messaging going on and these annoying ass anti-kymans are just gaslighting everyone for pointing out what we can clearly see. If we’re anti-semitic for seeing what’s going on between Cartman & Kyle then I guess Matt & Trey must be anti-semites too bc they’re the ones doing this shit and putting it in the show, not us. (And I’m Jewish btw LOL)

#kyman #south park #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

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hi regina! i see that you got the ftpanon and i have no idea how that game works 🤣 but i hope you win 😊 how has your week been?

for today’s question(s) you get another hodgepodge! 1) what are four pieces of media (a book, a show, a movie, and an album) that you’d recommend to anyone wanting to get to know you? 2) what three characters do you relate to most? 3) what are two of your favorite snacks? and 4) when you dream, do you dream in first-person (like real life) or third-person (like you’re a character in a movie)? i’m the only one of my friends who dreams in the latter and i’ve found out so many interesting things about how my friends’ brains work so i decided to start asking everyone 😅 i hope you have a good rest of your week and i can’t wait for you to see your gift!

love, 💠🎄

oh i swear to god i dont even know how to play ftpanon. i just fuck around and find out. thank you for the support, if i win i’ll make merch <3

1) oof okay. i’d want to recommend gone girl by gillian flynn for the book but people would think i’m sick in the head so i’d go for the hunger games by suzanne collins, weirdly? it was the first f*ndom i was ever in & it meant so much to me when i was in my pre-teens, and now that i’m older i’m finding more things to love about it that i would’ve never thought of as a kid.

the show i’d recommend would be better call saul. i actively recommend every person i talk to ever to watch this and i need the bitch pack to hop onto the bandwagon because it’s so!!! good!!! it really is!!! it’s also a major inspiration for me to want to start studying film. it’s “only” a prequel to breaking bad but i’d honestly argue it’s better

the movie i’d recommend would be 13 going on 30. this sounds sooo goofy compared to the other choices but imo it’s the best romcom there is, the cinematography is unironically great and it makes some decent points about feminism. for an early 2000s movie starring mark ruffalo.

the album would be punisher by phoebe bridgers or tranquility base hotel & casino by arctic monkeys. i’m not choosing taylor because i don’t feel like any of her albums & my opinions on them say as much about me as punisher and tbhc do? like i love speak now and reputation but the vibe is just different. meanwhile punisher & tbhc have some great production, are conceptually strong & lyrically great. and i’m also just a little pretentious

2) why are you giving me so many hard questions.

3. monica geller

i am also a massive bitch with a superiority complex, an unhealthy sense of perfectionism and a bunch of friends that are really too good for her

2. fleabag

i’m nothing like her on paper or in experience but i feel the same things she feels. i bawled my fucking eyes out at that show like. she Gets it

1. kim wexler

it’s about the need to help people it’s about the fear of being stuck it’s about the fear of mediocrity it’s about needing to be control it’s about trying to be morally just while still respecting who you are. i’m gonna go insane btw

3) an easy one! nachos and maltesers

4) omg i think i dream in first person? but i’m not sure. my dreams are always so weird i don’t pay attention to where i am, i’m just like oh wow i have to call 911 and they’re gaslighting me and my best friend just morphed into my childhood friend without me realizing and why is kendall roy mad at me

thank you for this painfully detailed message, sorry it took so long to answer and i’m so excited to find out who you are. <3 hope you’re well!

#speaks now #ask #bpacksanta

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Sonic Dimensions: Chapter 3 - Alternative Sonic - Sunny

sorry for not updating for a while, i was travelling to my hometown in india and i was exhausted lmao. as of publishing this chapter, i am done with 5 chapters of sonic dimensions. they shall come too.

btw, mi in this chapter is pronounced like "my".

AO3 link

The tear led them to another dimension. From the looks of it, it seemed Eris had already taken over this place. The sky was orange, lit with flames. The air smelled of smoke. “Wow, looks like Eris already did a number on this place,” said Tails. “We’ve got to find her quickly,” said Blaze. “Hey, are you people okay?” a voice asked. It seemed eerily familiar. “You guys fell from the sky.” The group turned around to see….. Sonic?

He looked slightly different from Sonic. His fur was a bit lighter and he wore glasses. Other than that, he looked exactly like Sonic. “Who are you people?” he asked. The rest of the group looked at him, then looked at Sonic, then at him again. “Who are you?” asked Sonic. “You look just like me!” “I was going to say the same thing!” the other Sonic exclaimed. “So… we have two Sonics?” asked Knuckles. “You have my name too?” asked the other Sonic. “No way… you’re also called Sonic?” “Why are there two of me? Just who are you people?” “There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!” said Tails. “We’re in a different dimension so what we’re seeing is another version of Sonic!” “No way… you guys are from another dimension?” the other Sonic was awestruck. “Yeah… by the way, other me, have you happened to see a black cat girl come around here?” “Cat girl? Isn’t she with you?” he pointed to Blaze. “This Sonic doesn’t seem very bright, does he?” Blaze commented. “Well, not Blaze. The one we’re looking for is black, has long hair, and keeps rambling about causing chaos,” said Sonic. “Oh, I think I did see one pass me by. She pushed me out of the way. She was very rude,” the other Sonic recounted. “Can you tell us which way she went?” asked Tails. “Well, I…. oh no!” The other Sonic looked at his watch. “Its curfew time. If I’m late, my parents are gonna kill me! Sorry guys, I gotta go! Bye now!” With that the other Sonic ran.

“Is it me or did that other Sonic seem different from our Sonic?” asked Knuckles. “He seemed a bit… skittish,” said Tails. “Maybe we should talk to him,” said Amy. “If he knows where Eris went he can point us in the right direction.” “I’d mostly like to see what this Sonic’s parents are like,” said Sonic. “Come on, lets go!”

They soon reached the other Sonic’s house. They looked through the windows.

“Sonic, you are 2 seconds late,” his mother scolded. “Where were you?” “Well, I met some people from another dimension and one was an exact copy of me,” the other Sonic explained. “Yeah right. You know Robotnik’s army is out there. What if one his robots gets you? What will you do then? Ooh if only you would just listen to us for once.” “Mom, I swear I’m telling the truth.” “Don’t talk back to your mother Sonic,” his father scolded. “She’s telling you this for your own good. You know how ruthless Robotnik is. The little girl that lived next to us-” “I know, I know,” the other Sonic sighed. “You don’t have to keep reminding me of her.” “Then stop doing reckless things. We allow you to go out for two hours a day. Isn’t that enough? There’s children whose parents don’t let them go out at all because of Robotnik. Be grateful. Now go to your room!” The other Sonic sighed and went to his room.

From outside, Sonic and co watched the argument. “I don’t understand what they’re saying but that seemed a bit heated” said Tails. “Its strange to see him arguing with his parents like that,” said Sonic. “My parents never really cared enough. They just left me to do my own thing.” “Do you think we should talk to him?” asked Tails. “Lets give it a try,” said Sonic.

The other Sonic was sulking in his room when he heard a tap on the window. He looked outside to see Sonic and co. and jumped. He opened the window. “W-What are you guys doing here?” he asked. “We saw you arguing with your parents and wondered what that was about,” said Amy. “Oh, you saw that? Pretty embarrassing huh? Yeah my parents are overprotective. They have been ever since Robotnik came to power.” “Wait, what?! Eggman came to power here?!” Sonic was shocked. “Eggman? Who’s that?” “Its what we call Robotnik,” said Tails. “Eggman.. That’s kinda funny. Has he not taken over the world in your dimension?” “He did once but we kicked his butt,” Sonic bragged. “Ah, but we’re not so lucky. You see, Dr Robotnik once worked for good. But he soon became corrupt and had plans of taking over the world. His fellow scientists tried to stop him but he took all of them out. He made an army and began taking over slowly. Anyone who resists him are never seen again. Like what happened with my neighbour…” “What happened to them?” asked Tails. “Well… my neighbour was a sweet little girl about my age. We used to play together a lot. We were both very adventurous. Ever since Robotnik took over she had dreams that she’d be the one to stop him. I told her to be realistic, that she could be no match for him but she didn’t listen. One day she went out and tried to fight one of Robotnik’s robots alone. She failed and was captured. I tried to save her but I couldn’t. I failed. We haven’t seen her since. No one knows what happened to her. Ever since then my parents only want to keep me inside. After a lot of arguing they do let me go out two hours a day. After all I do need some fresh air…. Even if the air here isn’t really fresh. You know what, actually….” The other Sonic glanced at Amy. “You look a lot like my neighbour.” “This neighbour of yours, what was her name?” asked Tails. “Amy Rose.” Amy’s eyes felt like they could go out of her head at any second. She felt a chill up her spine. "I used to call her Rosy." “The other me…. She got captured?!” “Have you ever tried to go back and save her?” asked Sonic. “I’ve tried. But my parents just won’t let me. And even if I did, I don’t think I’d find her. I told you, those who resist Robotnik are never seen again. I just hope Rosy is alive at least." "Well then why don't we go find out?" asked Amy. "You'll never know until you go yourself." "But my parents…" "We'll go when they're not looking," Knuckles said. The other Sonic thought about it for a while. "I do want to see Rosy again…. yeah, okay. I'll go, but only if you guys come along." "Of course we're coming along. We're all in this together!" Amy said. "And you can get a taste at how we treat Eggman back in our dimension" said Sonic. "Hehehe… I like that name… Eggman.." ths other Sonic said. "Before we go, one of you needs to come up with a different name," Tails said. "It will be quite confusing with two Sonics here." "Oh, you guys can call me Sunny," the other Sonic said. "Its what Rosy called me." "Well its settled then. Come on guys, lets go save this world's Amy!" “Y-Yay!” Serena said.

The group waited until Sunny’s parents were asleep. Then they helped Sunny sneak out of the house. “I’m still not sure about this,” Sunny said. “What if my parents find out?” “Buddy, do you want to save Rosy or not?” asked Knuckles. “I do! She’s been my best friend for a long time…” Sunny said. “And… to be honest I may like her as more than a friend.” “Ah, so in this world Sonic is the one with the crush on Amy,” said Knuckles. “Oh, how romantic!” Amy said. “Yeah well anyways, lets go and save your friend,” Sonic said.

“Hey, you don’t talk a lot, do you?” Sonic commented about Serena. “Ah? W-Well, uh….. A lot of people say that about me,” Serena said. “Truth to be told I-I’m not exactly a social butterfly….. I h-have a hard time talking to people, and…. Especially new people.” “Well, you don’t have to worry around us, Serena,” Sonic assured her. “We’re already friends.” “We….. we are?” “For sure. And you can count on us.” Sonic gave her a wink. “Y-Yeah, sure,” Serena said, smiling.

They sneaked past robots and made their way to Eggman’s base. “This must be this world’s Eggman’s base, right?” asked Tails. “It sure looks like it,” Sunny said. “Its massive.” The base was a foreboding, grey tower like structure with robots guarding it. It seemed to have security cameras everywhere. “Tails, do you think you could hack into those cameras?” asked Sonic. “I can try,” Tails said. He got out his Miles Electric and began working on that. After a while, all the security cameras were down. “Wow, that was amazing, how did you do that?” Sunny asked, impressed. “I’ve always been good with technology,” said Tails. “And now lets take care of those robots,” said Sonic. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sunny began. But before he could protest even more, Sonic was already gone. “Hey, you!” he called out to the robots. “You guys must be bored standing guard here all the time! Want a real fight?” The robots lunged at Sonic, but with a few spin dashes, they were already out of commission. “Wow, the other me is so cool!” Sunny marveled at Sonic. “Well, come on, lets go!” Blaze said.

They ran inside the base. Before going inside, Serena collected a bit of dust. “Serena what are you doing?” asked Blaze. “Aah! Y-Your highness… I… I was just…. W-Well, in stories there might be invisible lasers that t-trigger an alarm…. So… so I thought this would…” “Ah, of course”, said Blaze. “Come on now.” Blaze and Serena went inside. “Guys, stop” Blaze said. “There might be invisible lasers to trigger an alarm here.” “How could I have missed that?” Tails said. “Serena, would you blow the dust you collected?” asked Blaze. “Ah, y-yes your highness.” Serena stepped forward and blew the dust she had collected, leading to a lot of red lasers being revealed. “Someone needs to get to the other side and turn off the switch there,” Tails pointed out. “I can do it. I learnt a but of gymnastics with Rosy,” said Sunny. He dodged the lasers using the gymnastics skills he had learned. “Good job, Sunny!” Sonic gave him a thumbs up. “Gee, thanks.” Sunny turned off the switch, disabling the lasers. “Good thing Blaze pointed this out,” said Tails. “Or we would’ve been toast.” “Ah, it wasn’t me. Serena had some pretty good foresight.” “Ah…. ah haha…. Th-thanks your highness,” Serena was a blushing mess.

“Now we just have to find Rosy,” said Sunny. They ran ahead, only to be ambushed by several robots. “You aren’t going anywhere,” one of them said. “Sunny, you go ahead and find Rosy!” Sonic exclaimed. “We’ll take care of them.” “Huh? Well… can someone come with me?” “Serena and I will go with you,” Blaze said. “H-Huh?” Serena gasped. “Alright, lets go!” Sunny, Blaze, and Serena dashed forward while Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy fought the robots.

They ran forward until they reached an area that looked like a prison. Each cell had one human or mobian. “Oh gosh, look at all those people…. I-I feel so sorry for them” said Serena. “Rosy must be among those people” said Sunny. “Come on, we’ve gotta find her!” Just as they were about to go forward, another robot intercepted them. “Intruders are not permitted here,” it said in its robotic tone. Blaze incinerated it with her pyrokinesis. But before it was completely destroyed, it set off an alarm that summoned other robots. “Oh no! What should we do?!” Sunny asked. “We fight of course,” Blaze said. “Well, I-I’ve never fought before,” Sunny stammered. “A-And I still don’t know how to c-c-control my powers,” Serena hesitated. “I don’t see any other option! Come on!” Blaze summoned fire in her arms and started shooting fireballs at the robots. A robot appeared behind her, ready to take her out. “Y-Your highness, watch out!” Serena yelled. Sunny dashed to her side and kicked the robot so hard and fast that its head came off. “Wow, I did that!” Sunny was impressed. “I could use my powers for that!” “Good job Sunny!” Blaze said, grinning. But her smile vanished when she looked towards Serena and saw a robot behind her. “Serena, behind you!” Blaze shouted. Serena looked behind her. “Aaaah, l-l-leave me alone!” She held out her hand and a ball of light appeared that kept getting bigger and bigger. It soon engulfed the robot. “Serena, the light ball! Make it smaller or it’ll engulf the whole room!” Blaze cried out. “I-I-I can’t. I… I….” Serena strained hard, but the ball kept getting bigger. “G-G-Get out of here!” she cried. The ball suddenly hit a button which opened up all the prison cells. Then, it disappeared, throwing the trio back. “Hey, we’re free!” a mobian exclaimed. They all ran out of their cells, embracing their newfound freedom. Some thanked Serena on the way out. “Ah, I-I’m sorry you guys,” Serena said. “Well, it looks like it turned out quite alright,” said Blaze. “Yeah, you freed everyone!” said Sunny. “I-I did? Ah… ah ha ha ha.” Serena’s cheeks flushed.

Unknown to them, a giant robot towered behind them. But it was taken out with the slash of a sword. The trio looked back to see a pink hedgehog with her quills tied in a ponytail, wearing a red bandana on her head, a white t-shirt with red overalls, and red boots. “Oh no you don’t!” she exclaimed. Her voice sounded very similar to Amy’s. The robot was not completely destroyed yet. It turned towards the pink hedgehog. “Oh, you want more, huh?” she quipped. “I’ve got more!” She summoned another sword out of thin air and lunged at the robot. They clashed. Then suddenly, the robot went limp and collapsed. “Right on time as usual! Great job Mi!” the pink hedgehog said. “Aw, thanks Rosy!” a fox came into view. He looked very similar to Tails except for the lack of his signature twin tails - or the lack of any tail at all. He was holding a small laptop like device. “Rosy?” Sunny was stunned by her presence. “Sunny?” The two hedgehogs ran towards each other and embraced. Sunny lifted Rosy up a little. “Rosy, oh Rosy! Its so good to see you again!” Sunny exclaimed. “Same here Sunny! Oh I missed you so much! I was counting the days we could see each other again!” “Rosy, I-I thought you were dead. I-” “Oh Sunny, you should know I don’t go down that easy!” “That’s true!” Rosy then noticed Blaze and Serena. “Oh, are those your friends?” Rosy asked. “Ah, yeah. Rosy, this is Blaze the cat and Serena the butterfly. They’re actually from another dimension,” he said. “Another dimension! Oh my gosh, I have so many questions!” Mi beamed. “Haha, not now Mi,” Rosy said. “Anyways, its a pleasure to meet you, Blaze, Serena. My name is Amy Rose. But you may call me Rosy!” “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Rosy,” said Blaze. “Miss Rosy? Why so formal? Just Rosy is fine. Let me introduce you to my friend now. This here is Miles Prower!” she pointed to the fox. “I call him Mi. He was in the cell next to mine so I befriended him. Poor kid was being used because his parents were against Dr Robotnik. But let me tell you, Mi here is a genius. He was able to hack into the prison system and get both of us out. We’ve been fighting Robotnik from the inside ever since. Spying on him, finding out his secrets. Mi can now hack into his robots, like you saw him do earlier. We were just waiting for the perfect time to get back.” Mi blushed from all the praise. “Well, it was actually Rosy who encouraged me. She was just so overwhelmingly positive despite being imprisoned. And… she told me a lot about you, Sunny.” “Really?” “Yeah. She told me how you two used to play together, how you always supported her on her adventures, even how you tried to save her when she got captured. And now you’re here again to save her.” “Ahaha. I actually had a little help. From Blaze and Serena here and from some other friends.” “You have more of them?” Rosy was intrigued. “Yeah. Well, they’re all from another dimension. I met myself from another dimension. And there’s also one of you and Mi.” “Oh… my…. GOD!” Mi beamed. “Please please PLEASE take me to them! I need to meet this me from another dimension! Gosh I have so many questions. And..” “Calm down now, Mi,” Rosy said. “Though admittedly, I would like to meet this other me too.” “Sure. They’re fighting Robotnik’s robots right now! Lets go help them!” With that, they dashed off.

Meanwhile, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy were busy fighting Robotnik’s robots. Sonic spindashed on them. Knuckles cut through them with his fists. Amy used her hammer. “There’s just so many of them!” Amy complained. “This Eggman really upped his game, huh?” Sonic commented. Finally, they defeated all the robots in their way. “Finally done!” said Knuckles. “I hope Sunny is doing okay,” said Tails. “Lets go check on him,” Amy suggested. But just then, a robot ambushed them from behind. It shot a laser towards them the knocked them forward.

“Ugh, that little butterfly girl let all the prisoners escape!” Robotnik barked. “Robots! I need you to bring her and all her little friends to me!” “Boss,” a robot came into the room. “We’ve got four intruders here.” “Bring them in.” Four robots forced Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy into the room. Robotnik turned towards them. When they saw him, their eyes widened. This world’s Robotnik looked the same as Eggman in their world except for one major difference. His iconic mustache was missing. In its place was hair - unusually long hair that touched the floor. Their expressions did not go unnoticed. “What? Shocked to be in my presence? Are you scared?” he mocked. The four started laughing. “What? What’s so funny? How dare you laugh at the great Dr Ivo Robotnik?! You will pay for your insolence!” “In our world, you have a mustache and no hair!” Sonic said still laughing. “Its strange to see you with hair that could rival Rapunzel!” “What? My hair is my pride! I can’t live without it! Are you making fun of me?” “No, really,” Tails was trying his best to hold his laughter. “I see. Well I believe you. Because I’ve got an assistant. Well, two assistants.” Robotnik waved his hand and his two assistants came out. “Eris! Eggman!” the quartet said, all shocked. “That’s right! You shocked?” Eggman asked. “How did you get here?” Sonic asked. “Well, when I saw that tear I followed Eris inside. It took a while to gain her trust but she told me all about the Rings of Light. So I promised her I’d get them for her.” “You’re a liar. You’d never do something for someone else without some benefit to you,” Sonic said. “Oh wow, can’t I just help someone because I feel like it? Honestly Sonic, you underestimate my kindness.” “Yeah. Kindness,” Sonic spat. “Now, if I’m not mistaken that little butterfly friend of yours had the Rings of Light, isn’t it?” Eggman asked. “She also freed all of my prisoners!” “She sure has some nerve. Anyways, where is she?” “As if we would tell you!” Sonic retorted. “Well then, looks like you four need some motivation!” Robotnik said.

Before the robots could do anything though, they all went limp. “What the-” “Good job, Mi!” Rosy said. “You guys! You’re back!” Amy exclaimed. “Guys, this is Rosy. And this is her friend Miles Prower,” Sunny said. “You can call me Mi.” “Oh. My. GOD! Its-Its really me from another dimension!” Tails exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, you’re me!” Mi exclaimed. They ran to each other. “I have so many things I wanna ask!” Tails said. “Me to!” Miles said. “You-you actually have tails!” “Yeah. People gave me a hard time for them.” “Same. For me it was my lack of a tail that made people bully me.” “And they’re stupid for that,” Rosy interjected. “Mi is a super genius.” “Gosh… you’re me?” Amy’s eyes sparkled at how cool her alternative self seemed. “Yeah. My gosh, I love your dress” Rosy said. “And I love yours,” Amy said. “Gosh, everyone’s meeting their alternative selves here. When will I get a chance?” Knuckles asked.

Eris noticed the rings on Serena. She growled and lunged at her. She pushed Serena, and they went flying out of the lab. “Serena!” Blaze dove after them. The rest soon followed.

Eris had Serena pinned down. She grabbed her wrists and tried to yank the rings away from her. “Give me the rings! They’re mine!” she demanded. “Th-They chose me!” Serena tried to sound confident but she faltered. “I don’t care what they chose! Those rings are mine and you will give them to me!” “Serena!” A fireball hit Eris, drawing her attention to Blaze. “You insolent princess!” she snapped. “Why do you want to take what’s mine too?” Blaze ran towards Serena and helped her up, then took her towards Sonic and co. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Y-Yeah, your highness.” The others were there soon. “All of you just want to see me suffer!” Eris screamed. “But I’ll make you suffer before that!” She bent the wind to her will to push the group back. “W-What is this?” Rosy asked. “She’s too strong!” Tails said. They tried to hold it together but the winds were too strong and they were pushed back. “Look I don’t know who you are but you’re not hurting my friends!” Rosy exclaimed. She summoned her swords and lunged at Eris, who was able to catch her. Rosy fought a bit more before she was defeated. “Rosy!” Both Sunny and Mi ran to her aid. “I’m fine. Just… who or what is she?!” “That’s it! You’re not gonna hurt my best friend like that!” Sunny curled into a ball and ran in circles around Eris to confuse her. Then he tried to land a hit on her, but he too was thrown away. “Sunny! Are you alright?” Rosy asked. “I’m fine.” “Ho ho ho! She really is more powerful than I thought! Go on, Eris! Destroy them!” Eggman bellowed. “You don’t need to tell me that.” Eris walked towards them. But suddenly, something hit her from behind - something in the shape of a blue ball. It was Sonic, performing his signature spindash. It was enough to knock a Chaos Emerald and a Sol Emerald out of Eris. “Ha ha, ya didn’t see me, did you?” Sonic taunted. “Wha-? Why you little….” Sonic and Blaze quickly caught the Chaos and Sol emerald.

“Ah…. ahahaha…. You think that was enough to hurt me? Pathetic. I’m still powerful even with six of the Chaos and Sol emeralds. Still powerful enough to cause chaos. Still powerful enough to make everyone feel my pain!” She summoned a powerful wind again to push the group back. “I’ll surely get you next time, Serena the butterfly. And you too, Princess Blaze of the Sol dimension! You will all feel my pain!” Saying this, Eris created a tear in the sky and jumped in. “What…. What was that?” asked Mi. “Its a really long story,” Blaze explained. “But basically she’s after Serena’s rings.” “Ohohoho, don’t think we’re done here, Sonic!” Eggman exclaimed. “Eris gave me a bit of her power which I injected into this robot my other self was working on!” A giant robot came into view. It looked like Robotnik, right down to the knee length hair. “Though…. Did you really need to put the hair on that robot?” Eggman questioned. “Its an important part of my identity! Just as your mustache is an important part of yours!” Robotnik defended himself. “Oh, right. Anyways, all of you, prepare to meet your doom!”

“One Robotnik is a pain already. Now we have to deal with two!” Rosy complained. “I’ve fought something like this in my dimension!” Sonic said. “He called it the Death Egg robot.” “Death Egg? What a funny name,” Mi commented. “Anyhow, we need to work together to defeat it!” Rosy declared. “That’s right! All of us will fight the robot! Tails and Mi can figure out how to hack its systems!” Sonic said. “Leave it to us!” Tails and Mi said in unison. “Right! Then lets go!” Sonic pointed at the robot.

Sonic and co started running after the robot. It shot missiles, which Blaze burned with her pyrokinesis. Amy summoned a big enough hammer to shoot the missiles right back, but the robot dodged it. Knuckles ran forward and punched its feet when he had the chance, bringing the robot to its knees. This gave the others a much needed chance to go all in. But no sooner they did that, the robot was back on its feet. “We won’t go down that easy!” Eggman declared. “And neither will we!” Sonic retorted. They continued running after the robot. It shot its missiles in close range to the group this time. Rosy was able to deflect them with her swords. Sunny also helped cover her. “Its slowing down! Knuckles, now’s your chance!” Sonic said. “Right on it!” Knuckles rushed forward and punched the robot again. The team then went all in. The robot attempted to grab Rosy but she freed herself quickly with her swords. The robot got up again and the fight continued again. “They’re all doing something…. While I have nothing to contribute,” Serena thought. “If…. If I could use my light powers…. No, I can’t control them yet. But…. but I have to. Okay Serena, be calm. Be calm….” She closed her eyes and put her hands forward. “Be calm.” Instead of a light ball, a beam of light shot from her hands. It hit the robot right in its chest and brought it down to its knees. Serena opened her eyes. “Wow, nice job Serena!” Sonic complimented her. “You…. you insolent little girl! You’ll pay for that!” The robot raised its arm but before it could do anything, it suddenly went limp and fell down. “Wha-What? How is this possible?!” Eggman snapped. “Wow, that power was useless.” Robotnik said. Tails and Mi ran forward. “Tails! Mi! You did it!” Sonic exclaimed. “Yeah! And I learned all sorts of stuff from Tails here! The fact that he can use his tails to fly is so cool!” Mi babbled excitedly. “I learned a lot from Mi too. Did you know he started fixing computers at the age of four?” “Well, this was a failure,” said Eggman. “Off to the next dimension I go. Good luck in all your endeavors, other me!” With that, he went into the tear Eris had made earlier. “You haven’t won yet! I’ll have the last laugh, just you wait and see!” Robotnik grumbled all the way as he went back to his base.

“Wow, this sure has been a day,” Sunny said. “I have to go back to my parents. They’re probably awake by now and wondering where I am. When I get back I am so grounded.” “You know, its strange that your parents care so much about you,” said Sonic. “Mine never did. They just left me to my own devices. You know, when I was four, I almost drowned. They were right there and they didn’t do anything.” “Wow… sounds scary. I guess I should be grateful my parents at least care,” said Sunny. “I just wish they weren’t so overprotective.” “Just talk to them,” said Amy. “You rescued Rosy and Mi after all. They should understand how brave you really are.” “Yeah, I guess.” “I need to go back to my parents too!” said Rosy. “Oh they must miss me. And I’ve missed them.” “And my parents too” Mi said. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” said Sonic. “You know, you’ve really inspired me. I had this power which I never really used. Now I finally know what to use it for,” said Sunny. “We’re going to start a resistance against Robotnik,” Rosy announced. “It won’t be easy, but someday we will get our home back from him.” “I’m in!” said Mi. “I’ve never known a peaceful world and I wanna see it!” “Well, good luck to you guys,” said Sonic. “I’m sure you will be successful.” “I wish I could’ve spent more time with the other me,” Rosy said. “Me too! You’re just so cool!” said Amy. “I’m gonna miss you Tails!” said Mi. “I wish I could come with you to the other dimension.” “We have work to do here after all,” said Sunny. “Well, goodbye other me! I’m sure you will be victorious in the end!” said Sonic. “Goodbye Sonic!” With that, the group held hands and jumped into the next dimension.

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Part Six. Movies and Speedruns

warnings: swearing, many memes word count: 3.8k (not including pictures) (wow okay ash pop off!)

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A/N: LETS ALL JUST AGREE TO NOT LOOK AT THE DATES ON TWEETS AND STUFF BC SOME CHAPTERS ARE SO SCUFFED WITH DATES!!!! JUST KNOW THIS STORY STARTS MID NOVEMBER!!!!!!!! (in a world where covid doesn’t exist btw)

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Unknowingly and unintentionally, Y/n let out a big sigh as she poured a glass of water.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" Naomi asked gently, coming up behind her and hugging her tightly.

"Peter."

Naomi hummed, a sign that she was waiting for Y/n to lead the conversation so she could follow because if it were up to Naomi, she would immediately start trash-talking Peter and she wasn't sure if that was the vibe right now or not.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief as she jumped up to sit on the counter. "He got so mad when he found out I slept over at Karl's."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I wish you would just cut him off completely."

"I don't know. I know I should but... part of me wonders if he could ever go back to how he was when I met him. I would probably date that guy again but not who he turned out to be."

Naomi looked horrified. "No. You sound like you're considering hearing him out. No, is that a joke? He's a bad person."

"I'm not," Y/n reassured. "I'm just thinking hypothetically. Probably because I miss having someone..."

"Y/n, you have a ton of thirsty people in your mentions. If you really want someone that bad, just scroll through, land on one and I bet they're a million times better than that sack of burned potatoes."

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled lightly. "Most of those are jokes."

"Not all of them," she teased.

"I know you're going to tell me anyway so just say it. Who specifically do you think isn't joking?"

"Dream," Naomi sang.

"Okay, crazy." Y/n reached over, staying seated on the counter as she grabbed a bowl from a cabinet on her left. She then leaned all the way right, reaching as far as she could, but couldn't quite grab a cereal box from the top of the refrigerator.

Naomi rolled her eyes as she helped, handing Y/n the box. She even went the extra step to get Y/n a spoon and the milk because she was that nice. "I'm not joking. Neither is he. Karl and I have talked about it and we both agree."

Y/n paused at her friend's words, her hand hovering over the milk that Naomi held out for her. "You guys gossip about my love life?"

Naomi set the milk next to Y/n, tired of holding it out for her. "Of course? Like we don't do that about Karl? Or you and him about me?"

She couldn't argue there.

"Karl says there's a different vibe from Dream when you join calls and I believe it. I mean, I've seen it during streams myself so I can only imagine how much more obviously in love with you he is during private calls.

"That 'vibe' is Karl's delusional mind creating things. He's too scared to talk to cameragirl so he's projecting onto Dream and I."

"Yeah, okay," Naomi agreed sarcastically.

Y/n huffed. "Besides, he's in Florida. I'm in North Carolina, in case you weren't aware."

"So you're saying if you lived in the same state, you'd date him?"

"I didn't say that." She honestly had never thought of it. Sure she liked hanging out with Dream and her stomach got butterflies when he talked directly to her and he made her smile harder than anyone ever had and he—

And she didn't like him like that. She had only officially met the guy like a week and a half ago and she didn't know what he looked like. There was no way you could catch feelings for someone without seeing them.

Naomi's expression fell again. "Distance doesn't matter, anyway."

"I swear if you say something about George I will slap you," she threatened through a smile and Naomi gave her an innocent grin back.

"If you're lonely, get on Tinder, not Peter. Or get on Dream. I have no qualms with that."

"Peter isn't even an option, Naomi." Y/n sighed, ignoring the comment about Dream. "Also," she swallowed the last of her cereal and set the bowl down with a clank. "I'm gonna tell Peter I don't want to be friends anymore. Dream and George can be added to the list of Peter haters."

"You talked to them about it?"

She nodded. "You know how I have little gossip sessions with George? Well, Dream was there too this time."

"Well, of course Dream would hate Peter. We've established that he likes you."

"No, no, you and Karl delusionally hypothesized that."

Naomi tapped the counter methodically, a sign Y/n knew to signal that she was thinking hard. "Somehow, one day, I'll prove he does."

"Good luck."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yes," Y/n perked up. "Go pick something, I'll get blankets."

She went to her room, grabbing her favorite cuddling blankets. She started leaving her room when she heard a ding on her open desktop, signaling that she had a call incoming from Discord. Cool timing.

"I'll be just a second, Naomi!" she called across the house before dropping the blankets on her bed and sliding her headset on, answering the call from Dream. "Hi, Dream!" She sat on her chair and tucked her knees to her chest.

"Hi," he greeted sweetly. "How are you doing today?"

"Much better than when we last talked. How are you?"

"Great now that I'm talking to you," he said smoothly. Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Are you busy?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My roommate and I are about to watch a movie."

"Ooh, what movie?"

"Not sure yet. Any suggestions?"

"Dark Knight. Unless you wanted me to say, like, Tangled or something."

"Yeah, girls' night is exclusively princess movies. Do you know nothing?"

"Apparently," he said with a laugh.

"What's up?"

"Oh, well, I was just gonna see if you wanted to be on call later with me, George, and Sapnap while I stream speedruns, but you're hanging out with your roommate so nevermind."

"Oh," Y/n deflated. "That sounds fun."

"I can push it back if you want to be part of it. If not, that's fine. I just thought it would be cool."

"No, no, no I really do want to, but I don't want you to have to push it back. When were you planning on starting?"

"In about an hour."

"I'll just join later if you're still playing. If that's okay that I come late."

"No. You have to be on time or not at all," he joked. "Of course that's fine," he assured. "And if I'm not playing anymore, you can still join... we usually talk for forever after we play games and it's fun. I would, er, we would love for you to hang out with us."

Y/n couldn't help the large smile on her face from staying even after they hung up and she walked back into the living room with her pile of blankets. She couldn't help it even when Naomi pointed it out and asked why she was so happy.

"Oh, uh, I've been invited to join Dream and them later for a stream."

"That vague answer doesn't warrant the shit-eating grin you have."

Y/n shrugged and cuddled more into her blankets. "What movie did you pick?"

*****

As the end credits rolled across the screen, Y/n yawned and looked over to Naomi in the dark. She was out like a light. Y/n stood up and made sure Naomi was covered in the blanket and she had a pillow. She crept back to her room and slid her headphones on, pulling up Discord where she saw the three boys' names still in a voice call.

She pulled up Twitch on her second monitor and looked for Dream's stream. It was already about an hour in. She clicked on it and her headphones echoed with the sound of George and Sapnap laughing like they said the funniest thing in the world.

"Shut up," Dream muttered. "Guys, what were the coords for the portal? Seriously, come on."

"Nobody tell him," George joked.

"George!"

"Where's Bugsyyyy?" Sapnap whined. "I want her to make fun of you with us."

"Half the stuff we're making fun of him for is about his big fat crush on her so..."

"George!" Dream yelled again. "No, it's not!"

Y/n smiled as she heard that, knowing it was a joke but laughing at the way Dream laughed at the accusation. She knew it wasn't serious or else they wouldn't talk about it on stream. George and Sapnap teased a lot, but certainly, they wouldn't out someone's crush in front of a hundred thousand viewers live.

"Oh!" Sapnap spoke out loud as George laughed loudly, both reading the text at the same time. "Speaking of..."

Dream waited for either of the two boys to elaborate but neither of them offered one. "What happened?"

"Bugsy texted us," George said off-handedly, typing a response to her. "She's coming in a second."

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?" Sapnap laughed.

"You guys have a groupchat?"

"Aw, jealous?" George asked.

Y/n joined at that moment, the first sentence coming from her Discord instead of Twitch being from Sapnap saying, "Would it make you more jealous to know our group name is Bugsy's Boys?"

"No, Sapnap, that's the one with Karl," George corrected. "The one with just you, me, and her is Bugsy's Boyfriends."

"WhAT?"

"I still don't approve of that, by the way," Y/n commented.

"Bugsy!!" Sapnap giggled happily. "You're finally here!"

"BUGSY!" George cheered.

"Hi guys!" Y/n laughed at the enthusiasm she was greeted with. "Hi, Dream!"

There was a few seconds of silence before, "Dream!!" George yelled right before the death screen appeared on the Twitch tab still opened on Y/n's right screen. "You idiot, what are you doing?! Why did you throw that run??"

She covered her mouth with the hoodie collar and laughed. "Off to a great start, bud."

"NO!" Dream yelled, knocking something, or somethings, off his desk. "Noooo! I didn't throw it, George, I FELL! Oh, that was going to be such a good run."

"What happened? How did you miss that huge ravine?" George asked while laughing. "It was literally right in the open. You didn't even try to use your water bucket."

"I-I was... I was distracted."

"By what? The completely open field with nothing blocking your vision?" Sapnap criticized with a laugh as well.

Y/n giggled to herself before letting her eyes trail to his chat, which was filled with the same accusations and guesses.

user5: BUGSY!

user2: DISTRACTED BY BUGSYS VOICE

user4: imagine saying hi so cutely that you make a man fall into a ravine

user1: are they dumb? obviously bugsy saying hi made his brain short-circut

user6: guys stop it wasn't bc she said hi. it was the g i g g l e

user3: DISTRACTED BY BUGSY!!!!

user8: HI BUGSY

user10: how to kill a man: hire bugsy to giggle and say hi directly to him

Y/n immediately blushed and covered her face again. She really had a habit of hiding even when no one could see her.

"Oh my gosh," Dream groaned, leaving the world and starting a new one. "Oh. My. Gosh. That's so annoying. I was doing so good."

"Oh," Sapnap laughed. "I understand now."

"What? What did I miss?" George asked.

"Just read chat," Sapnap explained. "They have the answer. Dream, your chat is so smart. Thanks for solving the mystery, chat!"

"No, they aren't ri— that isn't true!" Dream defended. "Chat, shut up."

"You sure?" Y/n asked teasingly, watching as his character paused when she started talking. Was she really making him this flustered just by talking? Surely not. He was just playing into the joke. He continued playing without saying anything, which made George and Sapnap laugh more.

The subject eventually changed and the atmosphere quickly became more relaxed and chill. Tonight was not a feral night like George had texted in all caps.

"Hey George," Y/n started, biting on her hoodie string with a smile because she knew Naomi would hear this when she watched the VOD the next day. "My roommate says hello."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered, making her laugh. "Let it go."

"Wow, I guess that's one way to treat your fans..."

"Fine," he sighed. "Tell her I say hello."

"Well, not if you don't mean it," Y/n teased.

"Yeah, George, you sound so unenthusiastic?" Sapnap asked.

"He's just flustered," Dream commented. "It's okay George, you can have feelings."

"Dream, you fell into a ravine because Bugsy said hi."

"Oh, come on! That's not—I just— I missed the jump! That's it!"

"I'm not flustered or unenthusiastic, I'm just tired, okay?" George explained, ignoring Dream, a yawn spilling out of him to prove it.

Y/n smiled. "Well, you could always let me give her your number if you really want..."

"No. If she had Discord you could give her that but not my phone number."

"Wait, really?" Y/n gasped. "Seriously?"

George laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"YES! Okay, a huge win for the girls. Well, a huge loss for the fangirls but a huge win for the girls of this apartment."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered and she could practically see him rubbing his face in embarrassment.

"I'll send you her hashtag when she makes one so you know who to add back."

"She's going to make an account just to talk to George?" Sapnap giggled.

"Yes, dude!" Y/n defended. "She at least wants to be his friend, let her shoot her shot!"

Dream ended the steam soon after, not being able to focus enough to beat the end on any of his runs. He had streamed for just under two hours so he seemed to be getting tired as well. George went to bed soon after and after 20 minutes of talking with Sapnap and Dream, Sapnap mysteriously disappeared.

Y/n was about to leave as well, not wanting Dream to feel obligated to stay on the call with her when he spoke up.

"Does Naomi actually like George?"

"Yeah, she does."

"Then I want him to accept her love."

Y/n laughed. "How is he with long-distance relationships?"

"Well, he and I do just fine..." Dream joked. "Oh, not what you meant. I don't know, you guys are the ones that talk about each other's love lives apparently."

"You're still bitter about that?"

"Yes!"

"Suck it up," she laughed. "Naomi would do probably anything to date him so I doubt distance is a problem for her."

"George's sleep schedule is completely messed up, so the time difference wouldn't matter too much. And when he comes to America they can meet in person."

"Wait, he's coming to America?" Y/n gasped happily. "When?"

"There's no set date, but yeah eventually. He'll probably just come to Florida but we've all talked about having a huge meetup with a lot of our friends."

"Oh... cool..."

"Bug? You know you'd be invited to that, right?"

"Oh, really?" she smiled.

"Of course. You're part of the group now."

"Sick," she muttered to herself, but he heard.

"Bug, you're one of my favorite people, do you know that?"

She blushed. "Really?"

"Really."

"You barely know me, Dream."

"Yeah, well, I know enough to know that I'm sorta attached to you."

"Attached to me? In what way?"

He suddenly sounded nervous as if his brain caught up with what his mouth was saying. "I don't know, nevermind."

"No, Dream, what do you mean?" her voice was soft and understanding and it made him feel safe.

"I just... I don't know. I care about you a lot. We met only, what, like a week or two ago, and I already worry about you a lot. Playing games doesn't feel the same anymore unless you're playing with us."

"To be fair, we have been tweeting at each other for much longer than a week or two."

"Yeah, that's true. But it's not the same as actually talking to you."

She smiled shyly. "I care about you a lot too, Clay." His name sounded strange as if it suddenly made everything much more serious. "Sorry, that just kinda slipped. I won't call you Clay if you don't want me to—"

"No, it's okay, it, uh, I like hearing you... say it. But, uh, you can call me whatever you want."

She smiled widely at the nervousness in his voice and the hard pounding of her heart. "I've heard from multiple people that you never stop talking about me."

He laughed timidly. "Maybe. Do you talk about me?"

"Ask Karl," she giggled. "My guess is yes." Her stomach felt tingly and her hands shook lightly. Why did she feel like this all of a sudden? It was late, she reasoned. That, or it was because Naomi had planted the seed of curiosity in her mind. Did Dream like her? No... right?

"I'm sorry if my chat was making you uncomfortable at the beginning when I died..."

"Don't worry, I wasn't uncomfortable."

"It was true, by the way," he paused, "what they were saying. Just... in case you were wondering."

Y/n couldn't wipe the smile off her face, which was growing painful at this point. "What, my voice makes your brain short-circut? That was one comment I saw."

Dream laughed. "More like your entire presence, but... yeah I guess so."

How is someone supposed to respond to something like that? The sweetness in his voice almost made her sick but in a good way.

And just like when he named her Minecraft flower something sweet knowing that no one would see it, why was he still playing up the joke when no one was around?

Not knowing what to say, she decided to let him in on a little secret. "If it matters, you're one of my favorite people too."

"It does."

There was a deathly moment of tense silence as if both of them were screaming to say something but neither did.

"Basically, if we do have a meet-up, I'll sue you if you don't come."

Y/n laughed. "My pockets are empty, sir, so... good luck."

He laughed and it was music to her ears.

"Are you not nervous to show everyone your face? Like, if or when we do all get together."

"Not really. Especially not if it's just to our friends. Are you?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Why?"

She sighed. "I'm sure people have me painted in a specific way in their heads and I've seen fanart of me that is way different and way more attractive than I am. I just don't want to let anyone down by not living up to their expectations."

"Bug," Dream said softly, "you couldn't let anyone down."

"You don't know that."

"You can't disappoint real friends or real fans with the way you look."

"To be clear, Dream," she laughed nervously, afraid she would sound conceited, "I don't think I'm ugly. I like the way I look. I'm happy with me. But that doesn't mean I can't still let people down."

"Different than expected doesn't mean disappointing."

His words smacked her in the gut. He was right. Reality and imagination are very different. Neither has to be better or worse than the other. She could look the complete opposite of how someone expects but that doesn't mean they will be either disappointed OR pleased. And why does it matter anyway? If she likes how she looks, who cares what other people think?

"It's also scary to think of getting recognized in public," she admitted. "Being recognized from the start is one thing because it starts off slowly with only a few people knowing your face but if the first time people see your face is when you have millions of fans, the recognition would be overwhelming."

"That's true. I don't think I would mind that much, though."

"Of course not, you're you."

"What does that mean?"

"You like the spotlight."

"I guess. Not all the time."

"Well, what about you?" she asked. "Are you afraid of people knowing what you look like?"

"No. I want to do a face reveal soon but I don't know how I would do it. I want to do it at some kind of event or something but I don't know."

"I need to schedule around when you do it because you'll break the internet. Give us content creators a warning so we can prepare to not get viewers for a week."

Dream laughed. "Oh come on."

"Twitter would just be full of the same picture of you in every single tweet."

"It won't be that big of a deal."

"Something tells me your millions and millions of subs say otherwise."

"Whatever," he said. "As if you wouldn't break the internet too."

"Maybe for a day or two. But you'd break everything for weeks."

"Sure." There was a long pause before Dream softly said, "Karl's lucky."

"How so?"

He didn't speak for a moment, almost like he wasn't prepared for that question because he didn't mean to be heard. "I wish I could know you the way he does."

"You could. He and I knew each other in person first so it's different. You and I could get there eventually."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I trust you a scary amount for someone I met weeks ago."

"I didn't mean to sound like I'm trying to pressure you into showing me your face or telling me your name. I didn't mean like he gets to know what you look like and I don't. I meant, like, I wish we could hang out in person because I prefer that over talking in Discord."

"I get it, Clay. I feel the same way," Y/n said softly. There were a few moments of silence before she spoke again.

"Oh, gosh, it's already four."

Y/n's head snapped to look at her clock, which read 3:57am. "Already?" she whispered. "Dang."

As if acknowledging the time changed the atmosphere, it suddenly felt like 4am. Her back ached from her shifting in her chair so much over the last few hours, never being able to find a good position. The house was eerily quiet and all she heard was the low hum of the heater. The house felt stale, not used to its occupants being so alert and awake at that hour.

"I should probably go to bed..."

"Yeah, me too," Dream agreed. His voice sounded tired. "Thanks for joining us, it was really fun with you."

"Thanks for inviting me. Sorry I made you die. Hopefully you'll still let me back again."

"You're always invited to barge into my streams. Actually."

Y/n giggled again and mentally slapped herself for sounding like a little kid. "Well, you too. You can interrupt my streams anytime."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Goodnight, Clay."

"Goodnight, Bug."

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five-rivers · 3 years

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@lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks came up with this op!Danny/Marvel AU!

BTW I need help naming this newest proof that I can't keep anything to a short little one-shot.

Loki was not, and never had been, a good man. For that matter, whether or not he’d ever been a good boy was debatable. His mother would argue that he had, but she would very likely be the only one. Well, except for Thor, perhaps, but that was because he was an idiot who could drown in three inches of nostalgia. Like he didn’t remember every time Loki had humiliated him. Maybe he didn’t, for all that he kept falling for the same trick over and over again.

It made Loki’s late nights studying the arts of illusion, misdirection, and lying seem redundant. Almost. Not everyone was as dense as his big brother.

No. Loki had never been a good man. He had, however, been a free man.

Free to run or hide. Free to explore the nooks and crannies of Asgard, to uncover her secrets in ways few cared to do. Free to walk hidden paths between the Nine Realms and even farther flung territories, where his people did not and had never ruled, to play games, make deals, have adventures, take risks. To be. To exist as his own creature.

He had been free. He had.

But on one of those little secret excursions, he had discovered something that had made even his flippant, slippery heart clench with fear. A ravening plague, spreading across the stars. The death of half of everything on the horizon.

Loki was not a good man. What cause did he have to care for all the sundry others in the universe? There were too many. It was too much to ask.

But Asgard—His home, even though the had long ago realized the blood in his veins originated on very different soil. That was different.

Asgard, he could help. Asgard could survive.

But it had to be strong. It had to have strong allies. None of this barely-held peace, this enemy eternally at their gates. It needed strong leadership. Not his brother’s simplistic view and longing for the glory of war.

Loki was not a good man. But he was one who could get things done.

Before he knew it, he had burned all his bridges behind him. In one case, a literal bridge that was literally broken.

And he fell.

And he fell right into the hands of the one he had feared enough to do this. Broken enough for poison to drip into the cracks. No one knew where he was, no one could know where he was, except, perhaps, Heimdal, and Loki sincerely doubted Heimdal cared. No one was coming for him. No one was looking for him. No rescue was forthcoming.

He was alone.

Asgardians were considered gods for a reason. Their bodies and minds were much more resilient than the average mortal’s. But Thanos’s people had been titans, and there was a reason for that, too.

Thanos enjoyed breaking him.

And Loki turned his lies on himself. A skilled master of games always had one gifted opponent, even alone. Hadn’t he wanted to rule? To command? To see a world, any world, prostrate at his feet? To be given the recognition and praise of which he was so worth?

To pull something, anything, out of the fire?

(If he had spent less time learning how to spin lies and more on how to see the truth, he might not have believed it. A better, wiser, man would have. But Loki was not a good man. And he was very skilled in his craft.)

So, his new master put a weapon in his hands, and he went off to conquer a world.

Danny was used to rude awakenings. He was used to those rude awakenings being full body chills and ghosts, not someone knocking on his door.

Blearily, he pulled himself out from under the blankets. Quasi-military government facility or not, the beds were comfortable. Maybe Mom or Dad had gotten themselves locked out of their room? Or Jazz—No, not Jazz, she hadn’t come with them. She was at college, not being flown places by Mom and Dad’s suspiciously generous new consulting job.

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

He stood on tiptoe (curse his perpetually short body) to peer out the peephole. His parents’ buff, one-eyed, and incredibly imposing new boss stood in front of the door, hands on his hips, slightly sweeping back his long dark coat. If Danny listened carefully, he could hear two other people near the door, and… was that an alarm? Yes. Faint, but present, was a warning klaxon.

Okay. Danny would bet his right arm that something had gone horribly wrong with whatever his parents were consulting on. Didn’t explain why the boss was in front of his door.

Unless they’d gotten the rooms mixed up, somehow?

Ugh. Danny wasn’t paid enough to deal with this.

He opened the door. “What-?”

“Phantom,” intoned eyepatch guy with great solemnity.

Danny immediately tried to close the door. The guy stuck his foot in the jamb, and, sure, Danny could have crushed it, but that would be a jerk move. He didn’t think this guy was going for a pirate look, after all.

“We need your help.”

“I’m not sure what you think I can help you with,” yelled Danny over the beating of the helicopter blades. He’d remained stubbornly in human form. “My parents are the scientists. This sounds like a science thing. Not a punching-people thing.”

“We spoke to them earlier,” said Fury, “and we have plenty of scientists working on the theories they brought up. You’re the one with practical experience.”

“Practical experience in what?”

“Interdimensional portals,” said the woman, who had yet to introduce herself.

As if this whole thing wasn’t already giving him a bad feeling. “My parents built an interdimensional portal. Again, you should be talking to them. They’re the ones you’re paying.”

“We could pay you, too,” said Fury, “but we assumed you would want to avoid letting your parents know about this, as you’re still a minor and they have control of your bank accounts.”

Danny stared flatly. “This is blackmail.”

“We aren’t threatening you,” pointed out the woman.

“Emotional blackmail,” said Danny, glaring, daring her to challenge him on whether or not he actually knew what blackmail was.

In the meantime, the helicopter landed. Danny unbuckled and hopped out, trailing slightly awkwardly behind Fury and the woman. He didn’t want to stand out, but he suspected that, being the only kid here and being in the general vicinity of Fury, who radiated authority, that was a lost cause.

“This is Agent Coulson. Coulson, this is Phantom.”

Danny’s mouth went dry(er) at how casual the introduction was. His eyes went nervously to all the other people running around the field. With all the noise, it was unlikely anyone had heard, but still…

“Can you not? Secret identity and all? Unless you’ve told everyone herealready, which, rude.”

Fury sighed. “How bad is it?” he asked Coulson.

“We’re not sure,” said Coulson. “That’s the problem. Big fan of your work, by the way,” he added as an aside to Danny. He glanced at the woman. “Agent Hill.”

“Background?” asked Fury as he led the way into the building.

“The first energy surge was four hours ago. Dr. Selvig’s equipment picked it up – He’s the head scientist on this project.”

“Dr. Selvig isn’t authorized to test,” said Fury. “We wanted to run his plans by the Fentons.”

“He wasn’t testing. He wasn’t even in the room. He called it ‘spontaneous advancement.’”

“It turned itself on?”

“What are the energy levels?” asked Fury before Hill’s question could be answered.

“Climbing,” said Coulson.

“Mr. Fenton,” said Fury, “any comments?”

“Look, I don’t even know what this thing that you built looks like or what it’s a door to.” Danny frowned as a thought occurred to him. “You’re not expecting me to fight whatever comes out of it, are you? Because, unless you’ve got a ghost portal down there, I can’t make guarantees.”

“It’s called the Tesseract,” said Coulson. “It’s supposed to be a connection to the other side of space. A source of unlimited energy. At least,” there was a note of humor in his voice despite the evacuation taking place around them, “that’s what the scientists say.”

“A door to space?” asked Danny, firmly shoving down his excitement at the prospect. “Like, a Stargate?” It was no good, he could practically feel himself sparkling. He took a firm grip of his core and reminded himself he might need to fight before the end of the day.

“Well, no,” said Coulson. “It’s this little… cube… thing.” He made a shape with his hands.

“Oh,” said Danny, mind still whirring. “You know, if it’s really a tesseract, it isn’t a cube in just three dimensions, so bigger things could come out of it than you’d think.” He’d seen some weird portals in the Ghost Zone.

“Well, right now, we’re just getting energy.” They entered a large room with an extremely sci-fi setup. It looked like they were planning to shoot some kind of laser across the room onto a platform surrounded by strange-looking panels. There were men with guns scattered around in what was probably a well thought out formation Danny couldn’t see. There was also a dude with a bow sitting up in the rafters. He frowned down at Danny as he noticed Danny noticing him.

“Dr. Selvig!”

“Director!”

“What do we know?”

Danny allowed himself to be distracted by the centerpiece of the room, a piece of machinery built around what was indeed a little cube thing. He tilted his head and approached, trying to get a better view of it around the people in lab coats and protective gear currently swarming it. He caught mention of radiation a grimaced.

It was unlikely to kill him, but, really, everyone here should probably be wearing more PPE. You never knew what was going to come out of an interdimensional portal, after all. Except trouble. Trouble was a pretty safe bet.

It was pretty. Blue. Reminded him a little of a blue raspberry ice pop. Part of him wanted to lick it. Which was stupid. He didn’t want to wind up half what-ever-lived-on-the-other-side on top of his regular ghost nonsense.

“Mr. Fenton?”

Danny jumped and turned, refocusing on the adults, who had multiplied while he’d been daydreaming. The guy with the bow had joined them.

“Mr. Fenton? Like the Doctors Fenton I spoke to earlier?” asked Selvig.

“Yeah, it’s—”

This, of course, was when everything decided to explode. Sort of.

The blue cube shot out a beam of energy that had more than a little in common with the Fenton Bazooka’s portal setting. The beam terminated on the platform, a portal rapidly forming.

Danny slid into a fighting stance, and barely even noticed as blue energy washed over the room, throwing many less-prepared people back.

Something shaped like a man stepped through the portal.

Danny did not break his stance. Still. “An alien,” he whispered, eyes wide. If they were friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space. If they weren’t friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space after Danny beat them up.

(Danny did not go ghost. Did not even think about going ghost. There were too many people here, and the space was too open.)

Fury attempted to negotiate. Danny approved. Not everything that came through an interdimensional portal was necessarily evil.

Except this guy apparently was. Go figure. He could also deflect bullets and was very good with throwing knives, which led to Danny having to pull several of the gun guys out of their own line of fire as well as the alien’s line of knife. Who would have thought an alien’s weapon of choice would be throwing knives? The energy-blasting spear was much more in line with his expectations.

The bow guy proved to be more competent than the gun guys. This didn’t really surprise Danny. Bow guy sort of had to be competent. Otherwise, no way would they let him go around with a bow. Like, seriously. A bow.

Even so, bow guy was fighting an alien and—

“You have heart,” said the alien, raising the spear.

Danny pushed bow guy out of the way, and his mind fuzzed out.

(The human part of it, anyway.)

Loki didn’t know what a child was doing here, and he didn’t particularly care. The boy would do for a hostage, at least. He had a mission he had to fulfil, or else…

Or else.

“Please don’t,” he said turning with a shadow of his usual lazy affect, vaguely insulted that the human thought he could be sneaker that him, “I still need that.”

The human went on and on, apparently burdened with the delusion that he was on the same level as Loki.

Loki was burdened with other things. A glorious purpose. Glad tidings. Freedom. What could be better than freedom?

“A world free from what?” asked the human.

“From freedom,” said Loki, and wasn’t that what he believed, now? Wasn’t that what he’d been shown? “Freedom is life’s great lie.” He would know. He was an excellent liar. “Once you accept that, in your heart—” He batted away an arrow and tsked. “Shield me, boy,” he demanded. Had Thanos misrepresented the scepter’s powers? Or was the boy merely—

A dome of green surrounded him and the boy, thrumming with magic the likes of which he had only seen once, in a tome thrice forbidden.

“Oh,” said Loki, almost purring. “You are interesting. What are you?”

“Half human, half ghost,” replied the boy, tersely.

Loki had never heard of such a creature. No matter. He’d be sure to make good use of him.

“Grab the scientist,” he said, nodding at the balding man who had been with his brother when he’d fought the Destroyer in the desert.

Loki wanted the archer. He seemed interesting. Useful.

Fenton was under thrall. Phantom knew what that felt like. A hundred feet under red water, trying not to drown, whispers everywhere. Pulling. Pushing. Prodding.

This was different, but the principle was the same.

Neither half of him could truly ‘fight’ the other. Fenton and Phantom were a single entity. Not two in lockstep. Even so.

Fenton grabbed onto Dr. Selvig, as ordered. Phantom made sure that was all they did.

“What are you doing, boy?” snapped Loki. “Follow me! Bring the scientist.”

And so, they followed.

Loki breathed. Acquiring Barton had been the right choice. The boy was powerful, but, perhaps because of his unique biology, did not have Barton’s presence of mind, and couldn’t have led him to such wonderful allies.

Allies.

These weren’t truly his allies. Nor were they subjects. They were…

Loki forced himself to breathe. He just had to follow the mission. Follow the mission, let Thanos’s army through. He’d been promised this world. He would have this world.

And then he could be… His mind stuttered over the next word, and he shook his head, trying to drive out the painful buzz of Thanos’s herald and mouthpiece trying to contact him.

He looked up at the drones bustling around, all according to his will. Except the boy, who stared at him, somehow managing to be both utterly blank and challenging at the same time.

He was alone, here.

He was alone.

But what did it matter? Bad men always wound up alone, and Loki… Loki could never be a good man.

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dyinginlava · 3 years

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The Need For Control: A DSMP Analysis

In this essay I will propose the concept that c!Ranboo, c!Quackity, c!Dream, and c!Foolish are all following the same character arc but are at different points in it. From now on, all names refer to the characters unless specified otherwise.

Let me explain. This started with a recent post I made where I mentioned seeing Quackity right now as being similar to Dream during the exile arc, and combined with some recent Foolish lore making me consider his similarities with Dream as well, to result in this.

Ranboo, Quackity, Dream, and Foolish: these are all characters who are defined by their desire for control. While it’s more obvious with Dream and Quackity, with their want for control to acquire peace and safety respectively, the other two also demonstrate that desire. Ranboo wants control, specifically of himself and the enderwalk state, even running experiments on himself to figure it out.

Foolish’s desire for control is a more recent reveal, but he mentions it while arguing with the Egg:

“I used to believe wielding god-like powers and the sword gave me some kind of control. It only led me down a path of violence and anger, mistrust… I can’t- I can’t control the actions of the world through overwhelming power. It- It doesn’t work. It just doesn’t… But building? Provides two important elements in my life. Creation and control.”

So how does this similarly tie these characters together? I present to you, this chart.

This chart is the hypothetical ‘character arc’ I see all of these characters following (as long as an outside force doesn’t interfere) and is split into four different stages:

A : need for control develops

B : loss of morals to gain control

C : loss of control

D : healthy way of handling need for control develops

First let’s look at Stage A. This is the stage Ranboo is currently in, and is also where S1 Dream and S1 Quackity stood. At this stage, the character develops a need for control based on factors like the enderwalk state, the founding of L’Manberg, and the Manberg Administration. However, they’ll still put aside this need in order to help those they care about or stand up for their ideals.

Next, Stage B. This is the stage Quackity is currently in, as well as S2 Dream. This is when the character falls into the mindset of their ends justifying their means, abandoning their morals in pursuit of control, even if it means giving up things they previously valued. Ranboo has not yet reached this stage, but he has shown signs, such as wanting to kill Dream to prevent him having power over life and death, ironically putting himself in the same position as someone who, in his eyes, is able to decide who lives and who dies. It’s also implied that Foolish previously experienced this stage:

“Before? I was reckless and- and wild. I used to believe wielding god-like powers and the sword gave me some kind of control. It only led me down a path of violence and anger, mistrust… I can’t- I can’t control the actions of the world through overwhelming power.”

Next, we come to Stage C. This is the stage Dream is currently in, arguably from even before the Disc Confrontation. In this stage, the character realises that their attempts to achieve control through abandoning their morals have failed. This stage also represents a fork in the road: the character can either cling tighter to their need for control or develop healthy ways to deal with it. We don’t yet know what route Quackity or Dream will take, or Ranboo if he ever fully reaches Stage B. Once again, Foolish implies he has experienced this stage:

“I’ve tried… power in the past and it doesn’t work! It doesn’t work! You can’t just use overwhelming force. It- It worked for the short term at best…”

Finally, we come to Stage D, where Foolish is right now, and hopefully where at least some of the characters discussed here will end up. He’s moved on from power, and instead channels his need for control into his building, and along with his vow to never kill, this stops him from slipping back into Stage B.

“I’m- I’m still the one in control of the build. I get to choose the blocks, the colors, the style, the size, interior, exterior… Building guides my mind. Gives me a better sense of this relentlessly cruel world!”

In conclusion, I think the similarities between these seemingly vastly different characters are very interesting, and I think looking at those similarities can give us great insight into where they might go as the plot progresses. While I focused on four specific characters here, if anyone feels more characters fit this character arc, feel free to reblog with who, why you think that, and what stage you think they’re in!

(credit for the quotes goes to @/dsmp transcripts on twitter btw, great help)

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #ranboo #dreamwastaken #quackity #foolish gamers #my analysis #dreblr

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trinketprince · 4 years

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Osomatsu-san High School Timeline (Classes and Years)

So I was rewatching the Osomatsu-san Movie and I noticed a few things while crying to the credits!!

1st Year - 10th Grade

The Matsunos are all in one class, they get into their antics and daily lives together as six! They introduce themselves and they’re all p much the same person just like in osomatsu-kun where each sextuplet could be exchanged for each other.

Same Classmates, same exams, same sports class, same lunches! At first everyone found it endearing.

But then they slowly started finding it weird, this is when the matsunos realize that they should start differing themselves from each other.

And then they start distancing themselves from their classmates, feeling ostracized.

2nd Year - 11th Grade

It’s a new school year and the Matsunos are split into two different classes, (i’m gonna call them Oso’s class and Choro’s class). They start dressing differently and acting very different from each other, and Jyushi has awakened to his jyushi personality!

Season 1 Episode 17 says he has his jyushimatsu debut during his high school debut in the 10th grade, but this got retconned for the movie, where he gets his personality in the 11th grade.

The blu-ray release also has this exclusive photo of Jyushimatsu wearing his Gakuran to school. Just like his jyushimatsu debut, this got retconned from 10th grade to 11th grade. (iirc this was added post-cinema to a) add a funny memory b) explain the discrepancy between the movie and the yearbook)

Even if they have deviated from each other a bit, they’re still on good terms with each other, they go to school together, hang out when class isn’t in session and go home together.

Choro, Jyushi, Todo and Takahashi-san are all in the same class lmao, Choro allows jyushi to copy his homework and totty and choro play around while class is in session, at some point, hatabou and chibita barge into their class lmao.

Not a lot of photos of the other three, but Oso, Kara and Ichi are classmates

their class shares swimming classes with Choro’s class

Sports Festival

and during the sports festival, Oso’s class goes up against Choro’s class in the cavalry battle, (and yes they are all very good friends)

(oh btw, Atsushi and Uchikawa are in a different class from Choro’s class, and this is probably when Totoko and Takahashi became friends)

Cultural Festival

Oso, Jyushi and Todo must be either in the same club cause they’re all in the maid cafe exhibit or Oso is filling in for Choro in their class exhibit (could also be Jyushi filling in for Ichi and Todo filling in for Kara).

Kara is in the drama club as a Tree and the others + Takahashi watch him

Also unless the Matsunos are 27 years old (they were 17 years old during 2nd year + 10 years = 27) , then this moment from Season 1 Episode 3 with Jiguzo probably got retconned (most likely considering that Karamatsu isn’t even the leading role in the play, and it’s unlikely he became the leading role in 3rd year cause his confidence plummeted by then)

There are some events I didn’t cover (Like the snowball fight, trip to kyoto, cooking class, library visit, Karaoke, sports class) (most of these come from the Anan Magazine, Bonus art cards that came with the Blu-ray version and some parts i was too lazy to resize from the credits)

3rd Year - 12th Grade (Graduating Class)

I go into miniscule detail about the events of the day before graduation and the Letter and Graduation day and the incident. I’ve put it under a readmore cause it’s just too long.

But for the Year and Class they are

Oso, Ichi and Takahashi-san

Kara and Jyushi

Todo and Choro

Evidence is also under the readmore.

They eventually start drifting even more to the point where they don’t even eat dinner together. The only one’s still willing to talk to the others are Todo and Kara

Oso, Ichi and Takahashi are classmates, it is unknown if Totoko is their classmate since even though she’s standing behind them during graduation, she talks about them in a distant way.

Kara and Jyushi are classmates

Meanwhile Choro and Todo are classmates, they’re the closest out of all the sextuplets

(todo would hide behind choro and this trait would follow them to adulthood, in Season 1 Episode 3, Todo clings on to Choro while they head to the restroom)

Near the end of the school year, with them still being distant from each other, Takahashi writes a letter filled with her feelings about the matsunos, unable to hand it to them personally she leaves it at the matsuno residence the day before graduation

The Day Before Graduation

Karamatsu finds the letter after class with an ambiguous address, around the same time, the adult matsunos get transported to the memory world and the Hatabou Incident happens (Elephant chases after him, causes a pile-up accident, takes a plane down and ends up at the hospital)

Looking for his brothers to discuss the letter he heads up into their room and almost runs into the adult matsunos.

Around the same time the adult matsunos are making their way throughout the city, observing the younger matsus (Choro and Todo had just left school, ichi was out with friends, jyushi was hanging at the strip mall and oso was being a little shit trying to find someone to spend time with, that’s why they weren’t at home). Karamatsu has left home to look for his brothers / think about the letter

Ok sO I KNOW THIS POST IS GETTING REALLY LONG!! but!! here’s the very very very miniscule details of the timeline, Choromatsu and Todomatsu head home first, Todo heads to the living room to watch TV while choro heads upstairs to “Study”. Oso, after getting beat up by the girl heads home, as he is heading upstairs Jyushi arrives home as well, the two ignore each other. Jyushi heads to the living room, while Totty tries to strike conversation, Jyushi ignores him. Oso heads upstairs to read manga and Oso and Choro ignore each other. Ichi, after leaving Yanagida and his buddies, rests at the park (this is where he went to while Yanagida karaoked with adult totty and ichi). Kara finally heads home and heads to the roof, thinking about the letter, he sees Ichi head home as well.

The Next Day: Graduation

Kara tells Oso to gather everyone on the roof

Miniscule detail time! again! Todo and Choro arrive there first, then Oso then Jyushi then Ichi and finally Karamatsu. Takahashi, not seeing the matsunos at all, head home. Totoko sees Choro and Todo and goes looking for them asking Chibita and Hatabou about where they are.

Now, depending on whether or not the timeline got rewritten, the matsunos fight and go home crying

MINISCULE DETAIL TIME: Choro is the one twiddling his fingers and tapping his foot impatiently. As Karamatsu struggles to talk about the letter and suddenly Ichimatsu snaps and shouts at choromatsu, as they’re arguing, Oso tries to calm down ichi, but Ichi snaps at him too.

Jyushimatsu joins in and starts arguing against Choro as totty watches helplessly. Oso and Ichi start going on a full blown argument

With the way Oso’s eyes are twitching, he seems to be expressing his annoyance and ichi has tossed his facade out the window. the convo prolly went something like

“you talk a lot of shit for someone who fakes his personality to make friends”

“that’s rich, coming from someone who’s just utter full blown garbage”

Totty tries to stop the fight, and Kara fed up screams

“YA-”

“-ME-”

“-RO!”, telling them to stop.

As he’s trying to break choro and jyushi’s fight, totty, who was rushing forward to stop the fight as well gets knocked down on the ground due to his smaller stature.

Choro goes to help totty up, since everyone is worried about totty, jyushi, ichi and oso gang up on kara, In the cat’s eye’s reflection, Jyushimatsu punches karamatsu, Karamatsu in turn headbutts ichimatsu.

Oso beefs with Kara, Choro helps totty up and Ichi has Jyushi in an arm lock

The fight from the memory world differ from the flashback of the real event

Ichimatsu is the first one to shout, but instead of arguing he straight up punches choromatsu

Osomatsu is again, the first one to try and stop them from fighting, you can see in the photo that jyushi and todo are on the very right (red slippers and smaller frame). Choro fights back and it becomes a mess and who’s who starts to get jumbled. The letter is lost by the end of the fight and they head home, kara in tears cause of the regret

(btw the reason why ichi has the strongest disgust is because he knows he’s the one to start it lmao)

But if the timeline got rewritten then:

the Matsunos don’t fight at the roof top. (note that they don’t have injuries) Karamatsu was able to tell them about the letter, they reconcile and take a picture with takahashi-san, two copies are made, Takahashi has hers framed at her bedside table and the matsunos keep theirs at their yearbook.

There is speculation on whether the photo was taken at her house like in the memory world or at the rooftop since her memory self visits the rooftop as her last location.

Anw, that’s all!!!

TL:DR 1st Year Matsu: Same Personality

all classmates + Takahashi

2nd Year Matsu: Personality shows up

Choro, Jyushi, Todo and Takahashi are classmates

Oso, Kara and Ichi are classmates

3rd Year Matsu: cold treatment starts

Oso, Ichi and Takahashi are classmates

Kara and Jyushi are classmates

Choro and Todo are classmates

Thank you for reading! Here’s Karamatsu’s ID I found while researching!

and you know what? here are the rest as well

#Osomatsu-san #Mr. Osomatsu #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Todomatsu #Osomatsu-san the Movie #Eiga no Osomatsu-san #えいがのおそ松さん #おそ松さん #takahashi nozomi #Nozomi Takahashi #Totoko #Atsushi #Matsuno #yanagida

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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Hello! Why do you think Carlisle likes Aro? (Love your meta btw!)

This blog lasted 25 days before becoming an Aro/Carlisle blog. The sanity was nice while it lasted, I suppose.

Oh well, I embrace my trash ship.

(Anon is referring to this post)

(This one is also relevant)

So, while on Aro’s end it was a case of “did the gods just give me my very own Enkidu?”, for Carlisle we must look at the circumstances. The Carlisle Cullen who walked into Volterra is not the Carlisle Cullen who works at Forks General.

Carlisle was a demon-hunting priest who brought his religion into his new life. Having no idea what he’d just become, apart from the obvious things like “I desperately want to kill people for their blood” and “I sparkle?!”, many of the things that are obvious to us would not be at all obvious to him. His only experience with other demons was the slum-dweller that killed him. It was brutal, and three other people from his parish were murdered as well. He’d been able to track the vampire down, something I can only take that to mean that the vampire used his parish for hunting grounds. He’s so horrified by what he’s become that he tries to destroy himself. This fails, and instead he finds a way out that lets him live without having to kill, and with that comes to the realization that vampires retain their souls (which is for another post).

My point being, Carlisle wakes up as a demon, and has no way of knowing how any of this works, nor of how to explain the fact that he is able to retain his soul. It’s telling that even after centuries of being a vampire he still thought something might be fundamentally different about him, as he chose to turn Edward by simulating his own transformation, even though it meant more pain for Edward. In other words, Carlisle was not guaranteed that his experience was universal. By the time we meet him in canon he’s wonderfully friendly to everybody regardless of what they eat, but I strongly doubt he got from point “Demons are monsters and I’ll rally a mob to lynch them!” to “Vampires are people who sadly eat other people.” right away.

So, you have freshly immortal Carlisle Cullen wandering around Europe with no way of knowing that other vampires are as (for lack of a better word) human as he is. How can they be, when they choose to eat people? (My personal headcanon is that he went by a Persephone theory, and figured that by resisting human blood he’d remained a man.)

It was this Carlisle who met Aro and the other Volturi. According to Edward (I unfortunately don’t have Twilight with me so I can’t quote his exact words), they were the ones who showed him that vampires can in fact be sophisticated.

Sophisticated. Not just as in Aro, Marcus, and Caius eat their virgins with some fava beans and a nice chianti, but as in they’re civilized and intelligent beings. Carlisle was no longer a one lone freak who somehow retained his soul while everyone else went full Buffy vampire, or any other such theory. I can’t even imagine the impact that must have had on a young Carlisle who would have been even lonelier than the Carlisle who found Edward in Chicago. That Carlisle at least had friends, this younger version had absolutely nobody.

Aro changed that.

More than being sophisticated, Aro turned out to be a kindred spirit, an absolutely brilliant mind and a generous host. Carlisle chose to live with him for decades, leaving only because of their dietary differences. And even if people disagree with me with all of the above, I don’t think anyone can argue that this one isn’t huge.

Of all the people Carlisle knows in canon, Aro is the only one he stayed with just for Aro’s own sake. Carlisle loves the Cullens dearly, but the cornerstone holding them together is their shared diet, and the fact that Carlisle turned four of them, the other two joined. He did not happen upon them and then like them so much that he decided to move in. As for his other friends, he cares for them all, but he didn’t share decades of his life with them.

Regardless of how we’re interpreting their relationship (as in, platonic, UST, or raging homosexual affair), I don’t think anyone can dispute that Carlisle and Aro are each other’s best friends.

But beyond proving that vampires aren’t all sewer-dwelling, priest-eating rascals, what exactly made Aro so special?

I’ll just list his qualities in no particular order.

Sophistication This guy is a lover of the arts and of knowledge. His gallery and library must have been the most extensive and diverse in the world, and it probably still is. I can’t even begin to imagine the wealth of knowledge and treasures that Aro must have collected over the years. If the Holy Grail exists within the world of Twilight, Aro has it. Where I’m headed with this, is that not only would Aro’s collection be the coolest thing ever to Carlisle, but also that this was a time when the number of books and an art collection was a sign of high class, of intellectualism, of all things fine and noble that was considered virtuous. Aro acts very much like wealthy European nobility, he even lives in Italy, the cultural epicenter of the Western world of old. He physically could not have been more impressive to Carlisle.

Kind of a continuation of the previous point: Aro is from Ancient Greece (well, he’s Myceanaean, but same difference to a “You predate Homer?!” starstruck Carlisle). Ancient Greece was the ultimate, perfect, civilization to Europe, and Carlisle got to Volterra just ahead of the Enlightenment. This alone would have made him so unbelievably cool to Carlisle.

Nerd I think this one speaks for itself. Carlisle is an unbelievable nerd, an inquisitive mind who’ll study anything and everything, and in Aro he found someone who also has an inquisitive mind and will study anything and everything. They’re both very intelligent. Carlisle went from being that sad whale that sings on a frequency no other whales can hear, to having someone who just got it.

His gift So you’re all gonna have to stay with me on this one. Aro’s gift is one most people would find very invasive, which as I touched upon in one of the posts linked above must be very isolating. And yet we know from canon that Carlisle has no problem at all with Edward reading his mind all the time, and more, if Aro reading his mind was a problem then Aro and Marcus would both have known, and I doubt their friendship would have worked out. So, I think that Carlisle not only didn’t mind having his every thought read, but that this was an actively good thing. Because what is less lonely than the company of one who knows you as intimately as you know yourself? To be friends with Aro is to be truly understood, known more deeply than anyone else can ever know you. And to someone who seeks companionship as much as Carlisle does, I imagine this is an extremely attractive feature.

Offer of friendship Carlisle would have been hopelessly lonely when he met Aro. And as no one else is mentioned as being close to him, Jane hadn’t even met him which I find pretty telling of how he interacted (or didn’t interact) with the Guard, and he wouldn’t yet have any of his other friends that he later made, he only had Aro.

He enforcers a law that keeps the known world from descending into chaos Human civilization wouldn’t last a day without the Volturi. There would be nothing stopping vampires from taking out entire villages in one go, immortal children would be everywhere, and the newborn armies would spread like wildfire. In the world of Twilight, the Volturi are a necessary evil. And Aro is their leader. The fact that he not only keeps the world together, an ungrateful task with no end in sight, but had the idea to create a law in the first place would make him all the more amazing to Carlisle.

And I’m sure there’s more that is currently slipping my mind.

Just, Aro is on every level the most impressive, awe-inspiring, and dare I say dazzling, that anyone can be to Carlisle. And he came into Carlisle’s life at the best possible moment. If he’d agreed to do the animal diet, Carlisle would have stayed. If he wanted to seduce Carlisle, I think he’d succeed. I also think that their time together was far more formative for the person Carlisle became than anyone gives Aro credit for.

(And if Carlisle had never found anyone who’d share the diet, he would eventually have returned. I imagine Aro thought the same, but that’s for another post.)

Oh, and last bit - in Breaking Dawn we get this beautiful moment where Carlisle learns that Aro robbed the British royal family, and he just goes, “yup, that’s my guy”. Even after Eclipse, he remains fond of Aro. I mean, there’s also the fact that he’s been lugging around this giant painting for centuries, even at a time when he didn’t have a house and I can only speculate as to where he was keeping it.

Of course, over the course of Eclipse and Breaking Dawn everything goes to hell, but that’s for another post.

TL;DR, Carlisle went from a priest’s son to living with an evil vampire overlord for decades because he’s just that great, in the present he keeps a giant painting of him in his office. I feel it’s safe to assume he likes the man.

(Edited on the 13th of April to fix some phrasing and add a link)

#this is... not my most eloquent production #OH WELL #the last time i thought as much was the bella is doomed post and that one took off so maybe that's a good thing #carlisle cullen #aro #aro/carlisle #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #my glorious ship #i just don't know what to make of people who want to insist it's one-sided and carlisle ran away screaming from that evil aro #you guys have to bend canon far more than i do to arrive at that conclusion #is it because he's a threat to carlisle/esme?#Anonymous #ask #long post

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peaceisadirtyword · 3 years

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Heathen V (Ivar/Edlynn)

A/N: Hello! I might have gotten a bit carried away with this(?) Sorry😅 I hope it’s not too boring though🥺 I was just going to rewrite the ending and suddenly... I had 1000 more words💀 anyway, I hope you like it!♥️ In this chapter I talk about norse mythology and christianity, and even if I’ve read about it (norse mythology, at least) I’m by no means an expert, so I had to consult some friends and people I know that are professionals. In any case, I’m sorry if I wrote anything wrong, please tell and forgive me.

Btw, thank you so much for your messages! I’m feeling better now🥰 I watched some videos of Alex and Marco and I calmed down a bit! I suppose I just need to relax a bit, it’s okay, but seriously thank you for your messages and for always being so understanding with me💞🙏🏻

Warnings: talk about religion, mentions of violence, war and all that sh1t... Ivar is too perfect I’d like to marry him but, unfortunately, I can't

Words: don’t hate me but there’s 5492 words under this... I hope it’s worth it (?)

Heathen Masterlist

gif belongs to @therealcalicali

For Edlynn, it was both scary and hypnotizing to see Ivar learning how to read. He seemed to understand things quickly and even if they didn't really have any materials for him to practice writing, Edlynn saw him carving letters on wood more than once, like he did with the runes. In a few days, Ivar could understand some parts of the books, even if he still needed help, and Edlynn remembered bitterly how much time it took for her to learn basic words and how many times the priest that taught her and her siblings scolded her.

In return, Ivar agreed to tell her a bit more about his culture. He talked about the Gods, even showed some runes to her, she asked him to show her their longships, and was amazed by the carvings and the designs. Sometimes, she'd ask him to translate some words from English to Norse, and soon became obsessed with his language, trying to memorize everything she could for when she went back home. Mildrith would love it.

"Can we go back to reading?" Ivar sighed, raising an eyebrow when Edlynn asked him to translate a few words more. He had spent the entire day with Hvitserk and was on a good mood, but he was also tired.

"Yes, sorry" she blushed a bit, realizing her eagerness was probably improper "Just one more, please"

Ivar nodded slowly. He found her excitement adorable, and he had to hold back a smile more than once when she tried to repeat some words with a soft voice.

"How do you say sun and moon?" she tilted her head, curiously "It's true that they are Gods for you?"

Mildrith had told her once that the northman she had been with had told her that they worshipped the sun and the moon, as if they were Saints or Gods. And, for some reason, Edlynn became obsessed with it.

"Those are two words" Ivar smirked "But they are Sól and Máni, and they are Gods, yes, but slightly different from the Aesir and the Vanir" he shrugged "It's a long story"

Edlynn waited a few more seconds, maybe expecting for him to keep telling the story.

"So the moon is a Goddess?"

Ivar hummed, nodding.

"She's a woman, sister to Sól, the sun" he shrugged.

"That makes sense" Edlynn bit her lip, interested "But, how can you say they are a man and a woman? They're not humans" she smiled softly, amused "They can't be man and woman"

"But they are" Ivar frowned "It's like that story of yours about the Virgin, I've heard that one before, how can you tell she was a virgin?" he shrugged.

"Because God chose her to carry his son, the one who would bring His word to us"

"You christians are too obsessed with virginity" Ivar rolled his eyes. Edlynn felt her cheeks burn, and cleared her throat.

"It's a sin not to be a virgin when you get married"

"Yes, I've heard a lot about those sins" Ivar nodded "And I still think it's ridiculous, why would your God demand that you deny the pleasure of having sex to yourselves?"

"It's an act of purity, of faith" Edlynn narrowed her eyes. She knew the northmen were much less... Traditional, with these things, and sometimes she felt somehow curious. It wasn't a topic that was very discussed at the court, and much less at home with her father... Once, Edlynn and Mildrith saw a couple on the stables and asked Hilda about it. The nun was so angry at them that she made them pray for hours, and then made them promise they wouldn't go around talking about it.

"It's stupid" Ivar shrugged "You would be much happier if you forgot about that"

The girl pressed her lips together, a bit bothered. Ivar's smirk showed he was trying to get a reaction from her, but Edlynn wouldn't start arguing.

"I didn't expect a heathen to understand it" she shrugged.

Ivar chuckled, shaking his head.

"I've spent maybe too much time around christians to understand many things, but I still believe your God is weak" he licked his lips "Compared to Odin and Thor, he's weak and demanding"

She ignored him, looking back at the books and parchments they were studying. Finally, Ivar stood up, making Edlynn raise her head as he walked over to the bed, and sat down to take his braces off. She watched as his fingers worked quickly on them, freeing his legs. When Ivar started taking his clothes, she stiffened, blushing again, and stood up to tidy the books and avoid looking at him. If she had looked, she would have seen Ivar's amused smile.

"The day and the night are also man and a woman" he continued, startling Edlynn. She turned to look at him, curious, but turned around when she realized he was shirtless "What? Are you also not allowed to look at me?"

"It's not proper" she muttered, looking down. During the nights she had been sharing his tent, she always slept with her back turned to him, and usually she would already be asleep when he went to bed.

"Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?"

Edlynn hesitated, but finally turned around. He was doing it to bother her, and wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it was working. The sight left her breathless. Ivar was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, but not only his face was beautiful; he was strong, she had already noticed it when he grabbed her for the first time. Edlynn tried her best to avoid staring at his beautiful hair, collected in braids and tied that fell down his back and shoulder.

"Dagr is the day, and he's the son of Nótt, the night, Odin gave each of them a chariot that they can ride on the sky... And two horses, Skinfaxi and Hrímfaxi" his own finger pointed at his chest, which was crossed by dark lines. Those strange drawings on his skin were normal among the northmen; she had seen those on their arms, necks, faces... It was weird but she had to bite her tongue more than once to avoid asking about them.

Ivar had also another one on his back. Edlynn couldn't see much, but from the few glimpses she had caught, it looked like a snake. The ones he showed now had an intricate pattern, and she frowned softly while looking at them.

"They don't look like horses"

That made Ivar chuckle, but he didn't say anything else as she approached him, her eyes still fixed on his chest. When she was close enough, she raised her hand slowly.

"Can I?"

Ivar tensed, but finally nodded softly. Edlynn didn't know what to expect when her fingers touched the dark ink, but was somewhat surprised by the feeling of his skin. It was warm and his muscles tensed under her touch when her finger roamed around his chest following the lines. It was hypnotizing, and she couldn't feel anything else that wasn't Ivar.

She found his necklace. It was always hidden under his clothes, so it caught her attention. The question was written all over her face when she looked at his eyes again.

"Mjölnir" he answered quietly "Thor's hammer"

Edlynn nodded. She had heard about that, and thought it would be something like the cross that hang from her own neck.

Finally, she moved her hand backwards, almost like she just realized what she was doing and was suddenly too shy to keep touching him. Ivar's eyes were still fixed on Edlynn as she turned around, getting away from him faster than he would have liked, and soon she was laying on her side of the bed, with her back turned to him and her body tense and stiff, not bothering to cover herself.

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Edlynn was amazed by the shieldmaidens. She had heard about them more than once, since she was a kid, and sometimes imagined herself with a sword when she watched her brother, Edward, train with their father. But when she said it once, during dinner, everyone turned to look at her with widened eyes. Both her father and her sister reprimanded her; the battlefield is no place for women, you're needed at home, praying and taking care of the children.

Since then, the thought hadn't crossed her mind again.

She also saw the two viking women training when they were staying with King Alfred. They moved gracefully, and easily defeated male warriors, it was entertaining and interesting to see, and Mildrith and her would always sit and watch her, but always under the stern gaze of their fathers. Once, the blonde woman she had often seen with Bishop Heahmund offered them to try. Edlynn remembered the soft smile and how she approached them. She was sure her face lightened up, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Lord Eldred was behind her, he gripped her shoulder with maybe too much force. His daughter wouldn't go near a sword, he had said sternly. And the viking woman sighed, shooting her a sad smile before leaving.

But in that camp, even with her wrists tied and three northmen around her, she was free to watch as much as she wanted.

There was a group of many women, training with her swords, axes and shields. They fought fiercely, but laughing and hugging each other, and Edlynn was amazed. She barely blinked and didn't know how much time she had been there watching them. The women didn't seem to care, and she felt more at ease around them than around the men.

But when she turned her head, startled by some other sounds coming from her right, something else caught her attention. The first thing she saw was Hvitserk dodging a dagger as he trained with another viking. She knew that dagger, and soon her eyes fixed on Ivar, who was leant on a tree and smirked softly. He had a horn on his hand, and his eyes shone as they only did when he was around his brother. Next to him, Edlynn saw some arrows and a wooden bow, an axe and another sword.

He hadn't seen her, and she stayed silent and still, watching. He was relaxed, laughing and had a playful smirk on his lips. In some way, he was even more handsome. Soon, he got tired of just watching and grabbed the bow and arrows, tensing it slowly. His gaze was fixed on the tree in front of him, and Edlynn couldn't help but stare at him as his whole body tensed. She remembered when her brother learnt archery, when his arms were always shaking. Ivar didn't move a single muscle until he shoot the arrow.

"Don't miss, brother, you have an audience" Hvitserk's voice startled both Ivar and Edlynn, and when his eyes finally landed on her, his expression changed. She wasn't able to point exactly what changed, but Ivar barely looked at her.

"See something you like, princess?"

Edlynn felt her cheeks burn, and pressed her lips together when she heard the guards and some other men chuckling behind her, refusing to let them see her. Ivar also smirked, leaning to grab another arrow.

"I was just watching" she muttered. Ivar looked amused when he turned his head to look at her.

"Want to try?" he pointed at the tree. Edlynn hesitated, knowing that grabbing a bow and shooting arrows wasn't proper. But then again... There was no one there to scold her, right? And probably, if King Alfred reached an agreement with them, she wouldn't have to see any of them again.

She nodded softly, feeling a strange rush of excitement like the ones she used to feel when she was little and did something that was strictly forbidden. Ivar nodded at the guards and they let her go after untying her wrists.

"I don't think you have done this before, am I right?"

Edlynn narrowed her eyes at him and snatched the bow from his hands, making him laugh. It was heavier than she ever thought, and nearly let it fall to the ground. But she could already imagine how much the men would laugh if she dropped the bow.

"Turn around" Ivar ordered, and Edlynn obeyed slowly, still hesitating and nervous because of all those pairs of eyes fixed on her, studying her every move. She wasn't a warrior, but a noble lady that lived in a castle, so her movements were clumsy and not graceful at all.

She startled and nearly jumped when Ivar's hands touched her waist.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, widening her eyes.

"Don't you want to learn?" Ivar shrugged, an innocent tone on his voice that Edlynn didn't believe.

His strong hands moved her effortlessly, and she tried not to blush even more when she felt Ivar's body closer to hers. She could even feel his breathing behind her neck.

Ivar worked in silence, making sure she was on the right position before taking a new arrow. Edlynn frowned when she tensed the bow and her arms started shaking, even if Ivar was the one that practically held it behind her.

"Stop shaking" he scolded her, and Edlynn could hear some chuckles around her. Some of the shieldmaidens had stopped training and came to watch. The saxon girl making a fool of herself, how amusing.

Ivar's closeness, his scent and his body practically wrapped around her weren't helping. Edlynn felt her heart beating faster and faster as his fingers touched hers to position them around the arrow.

"Now" he muttered into her ear when he was finally satisfied "Loose"

Edlynn tried her best to point at the tree, but the arrow flew next to it and got lost into one of the bushes.

Everyone laughed. She could even hear Ivar chuckling next to her ear, and her cheeks reddened again. She glared at them and scoffed.

"It's fine, you'll get better if you practice" Ivar had a smile on his lips, but Edlynn couldn't say if he was mocking her or actually being nice.

One of the northmen said something loudly in their language, making everyone laugh even harder. Ivar sighed and shook his head, but had that small smirk on his face.

Narrowing her eyes, Edlynn reached for another arrow, making everyone stop laughing and look at her with an eyebrow raised. Ivar had an even bigger smile on his face when she turned to look at him.

"I want to try again"

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Mildrith was furious. She couldn't understand why they kept discussing God knows what in that tent when Edlynn was held as a prisoner in the enemies' camp. It was true that she was more calmed now that the scout came back and assured she was well and unharmed. Mildrith always knew her friend would survive; Edlynn was strong and smart, but she also knew they could have hurt her in many ways. Especially Ivar the Boneless.

She almost shivered when she thought about him. Mildrith had always wanted to see Ivar at least once, to see if what they said was true, but to be captured by him? Her mind had replayed every single story she had heard about that heathen from the women of York.

Even that young viking she had had a quick affair with had talked about him; he was the most letal of the sons of Ragnar, a monster.

And King Alfred knew it! He had met him more than once, he had been fighting in York after the Great Heathen Army killed both his grandfathers. How he had allowed them to keep Edlynn for so long was a mystery to her.

Hilda kept praying, kneeled at the feet of what one day was Edlynn's bed with a cross between her hands. Mildrith didn't understand what praying would do, God didn't help her before and it seemed he wouldn't help her now. She was also angry at Him.

More than once, she had wished she could use a sword so she could enter the northmen's camp and free her.

"Mildrith" the nun sighed. She had dark circles under her eyes and her voice sounded weak. Hilda had barely slept or ate since Edlynn, the little girl she had raised almost as if she was her own, had been taken. She prayed day and night, hoping she would be well and no one would hurt her in any way "Please, stop pacing around the tent, sit here with me and let's pray"

"I don't want to pray" the young, raven-haired girl, clenched her fists, glaring at her "I want them to get out of that tent and go find Edlynn"

"They can't do that" Hilda sighed, her trembling hands rubbing her own face "The king is doing everything he can, Mildrith, and you know it, he appreciates Edlynn a lot, but they're asking for a high price, and he must think about the rest of the country too"

Mildrith scoffed. She hated it, she hated politics, war and negotiations. She couldn't understand it. They were in their own country! They were stronger! Why couldn't they just raise a bigger army to go and free her?

"We have do something"

"We can't" the nun shook her head "You know we can't, we can only have faith and hope she will be returned to us soon"

The young girl sighed, sitting down on the bed. She didn't want to have faith nor pray, she wanted her friend back. Her only comfort was to know that Edlynn would have many stories to tell, when she came back.

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"They're asking for all of that, for a young woman?"

Alfred raised his head, narrowing his eyes at the man who just spoke.

"They're not asking anything, my lord, they demand all of this" he explained, slowly "And Edlynn isn't just a young woman, she is a dear friend, the daughter of one of my most trusted advisors and the sister to one of the men that I trust with my life every day"

"They want gold" Lord Eldred sighed. He was pale and had lost weight, Alfred hadn't seen him sleep nor eat for days "A lot of gold... And land, more land?" he sounded desperate.

"Yes, but separated from the land I gave to Björn and Ubbe Ragnarsson" the king rubbed his face "They also want a truce, some time to settle on our lands"

"That's the part that worries me" Lord Eldred shook his head "Why do they want time to settle? Do I have to choose between my daughter's death and a possible invasion?"

"We don't know if they plan an invasion, my lord" Alfred shrugged "For now, I am trying to save your daughter's life before anything else"

"She must be so scared" her father rubbed his eyes "All alone, surrounded by barbarians, God knows what they are doing to her"

"Our scout assured she was unharmed, Lord Eldred, I believe him" the king softened his tone "Ivar won't hurt her for as long as we don't anger him"

"I will pay as much as I can" Lord Edmund spoke for the first time since the reunion started "To ensure my lady's safe return"

Her father looked at her with a sad smile.

"Thank you, my lord" Alfred nodded "The messenger is out there, ready to leave for their camp to give them our reply"

"What do you say, my king?" Queen Elsewith put a hand on his shoulder. Alfred took her hand softly and sighed, looking down at the table. For days, he had been thinking about his decision, trying to find the best solution for all of them. If he agreed, there would be consequences, Ivar would know he had an advantage, many of his lords wouldn't agree with him. If he refused, Edlynn would suffer things worse than death before her head was sent to them, he was nearly sure of that.

Edlynn was a good girl. Responsible, obedient and polite. They had played together when they were children, and he couldn't stop thinking that it was Elsewith whom they wanted. Would they have so many doubts about saving her or not if it had been his queen?

He sighed.

"I say we agree" he nodded "And that we will meet them in the forest to give them what they want in exchange for Lady Edlynn"

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Ivar's arms hurt. It had been a while since he practiced so much archery, and the muscles of his back and arms were already sore when he retired to the tent. His face also hurt from laughing so much, and he didn't remember when was the last time he had laughed so much, probably it was when he was still with Igor. He couldn't help but smile softly remembering the kid he had learnt to love as if he was his own son.

Before entering the tent, he could hear Edlynn whispering some words in English. He supposed she'd be reading, as she used to do since he let her read the books freely. He had to wait outside to force himself to stop smiling like an idiot before entering.

Edlynn raised her head and smiled softly when he entered the tent. In part, it was because of her he had had so much fun that day, he never guessed that teaching archery to a saxon girl could be that entertaining.

She was also tired. Her arms hurt and she only wanted to get into bed and sleep, but at the same time every time she closed her eyes, with her head leant on the soft pillows and inhaled Ivar's scent her mind went back to his hands around her waist, his breath on her neck and the soft whispers with which he had guided her. She even remembered the small smile she had seen on his face when she had finally managed to struck the tree and her cheeks would redden. Now, seeing him entering the tent leant onto his crutch with clouded eyes from drinking so much mead, laughing with his brother and even letting himself take a nap next to the fire, made her heart beat faster again.

"How are you, princess?" the playful tone made her nearly sigh in relief. He was still in a good mood.

"Tired" she muttered "But fine, it was... Interesting, to use a bow"

Ivar hummed softly, sitting down on the bed as Edlynn closed the huge book she had on the bed, leaning to leave it on the floor, next to the bed, she kneeled behind him and watching him as he fiddled with the braces. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say but wanting to keep talking to him.

"The men were quite impressed with you" he said, not looking at her "A shame we don't have time, I'm sure we could turn you into a fine shieldmaiden"

Edlynn tried to hide her excited smile.

"Really?"

This time Ivar turned around a bit. His amazing eyes fixed on her curving lips before landing on her eyes.

"Yes, I think you have potential, it would be though, we'd have to work a lot with those little arms and small hands, but we could do something" he shrugged "But we can't, you're too eager to go back to your castle, your husband and your dresses"

Her smiled faded slowly as he turned away once again. It was true she really wanted to see and hug Mildrith, Hilda, Edward and her father, but at the same time, she didn't want to say goodbye to Ivar.

At first, she had been scared, even tried to run thinking those heathens would torture and kill her, remembering all those stories she had heard about the ruthless Ivar the Boneless. But that playful, blue-eyed northman that she had seen giggling with his brother, telling stories about his Gods and who had guided her until she had finally succeeded with the bow didn't look like the monster they described on their stories. It was almost human; a human with his own beliefs and ambitions that wasn't so different from all those men she had met in England.

"Lord Edmund is not..."

"Not your husband yet, I know, princess" he chuckled "But he will be soon, right? Even if I would advise you to reconsider that marriage, taking in consideration that he didn't came to this camp to cut my head off for taking his woman"

Edlynn chuckled. She knew Lord Edmund couldn't really make that decision, besides, she didn't expect him to risk his life for a woman he just met.

"I can't reconsider anything, actually" she smiled sadly "It wasn't my decision"

Ivar raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly. Then he moved to take off his clothes, and Edlynn looked away with her cheeks flushed.

"If I was your father, then, I wouldn't give my daughter to a man that wouldn't die for her"

"I can't ask him that" she smiled, his words warmed her heart "He barely knows me"

"Wouldn't you prefer to marry someone you loved?" Ivar got rid of his shirt, and Edlynn couldn't help but take a look of the dark lines of his back, shaped like a snake.

"I..." she frowned "I will learn to love him, he's... He's good, a good man, he's nice and handsome and... I'm lucky that he chose me, I know many women that had to marry old men that didn't treat them well... Also, I don't know anyone who married for love" she chuckled. With time, she convinced herself that love was built, not found. All those tales Hilda had told her when she was little were fantasy.

"I married for love" Ivar muttered, almost like he didn't mean for Edlynn to hear "I did love the woman I married"

She felt as if someone had kicked her chest. Suddenly, she stopped looking at him and felt stupid for even feeling sad about the fact that he had a wife. Of course he had a wife.

Ivar groaned as he laid on the bed, covering his legs with the furs and closing his eyes as he relaxed against the pillows.

"I didn't know you were married"

Ivar opened his eyes, looking up with what she could describe as a heartbroken expression.

"I was" he muttered "Some time ago"

Edlynn tilted her head with curiosity.

"What happened to her?" she almost felt bad for asking, but Ivar didn't seem to mind.

"She died" his jaw clenched "She betrayed me and she died"

"And... how was she?"

"She was... Beautiful" he almost smiled, and Edlynn bit her lip, looking down "She looked like Freyja, she was blonde and had blue eyes"

The opposite of me, she thought, and immediately felt stupid for even thinking it.

"She sounds pretty" she smiled softly, hating that sad look on his eyes. Ivar then turned his head to look at her, and blinked slowly, almost like he was realizing something.

"I've only loved three women in my life" he shrugged "And one of them was my mother"

His face contorted again, almost like it pained him to think about her.

"And who was the other one?"

Ivar's lips curved on a smile.

"The mother of my child" he muttered "She was a princess, like you, but she was mysterious while you are not" he chuckled. Edlynn glared at him, but ignored his comment once again.

"I'm not a princess, though"

"Because you don't want to" he shrugged "You could be a princess, even a queen, if you wanted to, you are pretty enough to conquer a king"

"Me?" Edlynn giggled, blushing softly "No, I don't think so"

"You would be a good queen" he insisted "You're strong and smart, you respect people" Ivar nodded.

"I still need to find a king" she shrugged "Still pretty impossible"

"Lord Edmund could be your king" Ivar pronounced her betrothed's name mockingly, as always.

"No" Edlynn shook her head "He's handsome, brave and good, but he couldn't be my king, nor my prince, I'd have to find another"

The intensity of Ivar's gaze burned her skin. Edlynn looked away, and moved to lay down and rest her head on the pillows, sticking to her side of the bed as she always did.

"I never knew my mother" she muttered, changing the topic before the tension on the tent escalated too much "She died not long after I was born... She was from Ireland, from a place called Dubh Linn, have you heard about it?"

Ivar nodded slowly. His people had raided that place more than once.

"So she wasn't a saxon?"

Edlynn shook her head.

"Her father brought her here when his lands were taken from him, trying to procure a good future for her and marry her to a lord, my father asked for her hand... At least, that's what they always told me" she shrugged "Father always said I have her hair, and that I look like her... I think that's why he didn't want to raise me when she died, I think it was painful for him... But I can't complain, Hilda is great" Edlynn groaned and rubbed her eyes when she realized she was talking a lot "Please, forgive me, I talk too much"

"No, it's fine" Ivar shook his head with a soft voice, he had turned to look at her, and he felt like he was looking at a goddess. Maybe it was the mead, maybe the exhaustion, but he couldn't help but move a bit closer to her.

"My mother died too" he added "She was killed" he clenched his fists in rage "She always cared for me, she always protected me, even when my father wasn't there" he had a small, sad smile on his lips as he remembered the, sometimes suffocating, love his mother had showed him "And I miss her everyday"

Edlynn nodded. Even if she didn't remember her mother, she also missed her. And in some way she wished she could have had such a relationship with her, maybe she would have been able to explain to her what was that thing she felt, laying down on a northmen's bed and looking at him closely.

"You and I aren't so different, then" she pointed out, smiling softly. Was it her or they were closer now?

"I suppose we are not" the thought seemed to amuse him "Even if we worship different Gods and speak different languages"

When Ivar turned his head again, Edlynn was so close he could feel her quick breathing on his lips. It was nearly as intoxicating as the mead he had drank.

Ivar's hand reached to caress her hair, making Edlynn shudder and gasp, almost like she realized what she was doing.

"Is it not... Inappropriate to be so close to a heathen, princess?" he teased a bit, enjoying the way her cheeks turned red once again.

"At this point..." she sighed, barely able to think about anything that wasn't Ivar "I don't really care"

That made him laugh and his grip on her hair tightened. Edlynn wasn't lying, she couldn't think about God or anything that weren't his blue eyes and his lips parted. Without even thinking about it, she leant in while closing her eyes, and didn't stop until she felt his warm lips against hers.

Edlynn had never kissed anyone, unlike Mildrith and some of the girls at the court, that were stolen a kiss or two in the stables or in a hidden corner of the castle. She never looked at the boys, too occupied with her books, her prayers and other important things. But she could understand now what the priests meant when they talked about temptation. Ivar's lips were addictive, better than anything she had ever tasted, and ignited something inside her that she couldn't recognize.

The kiss was slow, passionate but also shy. They stopped kissing for a moment, but she had barely opened her eyes when Ivar's hand cupped her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek softly before he leant in again. And Edlynn had to put her hand on his warm chest to balance herself, moving her lips against his and leaning more and more into him, feeling like she would die if she wasn’t as close to him as possible.

When they finally broke the kiss, none of them opened their eyes. Ivar was panting, one hand secured against her neck, to keep her lips close to his, and the other one had landed on her waist when she had leant into him almost straddling his waist, and his heart was beating so fast it was almost scary. Her forehead leant into his and Ivar sighed. It had been a long time since he had felt that warmth inside him.

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“We” vs “Me”| or “Why BlitzStrike Works So Well For Me But Stolitz [as of episode 6].....Doesn’t”

Alright my Loves, so I said that I was going to talk in further detail about my feelings regarding Stolas and the multi-layered portrayal of his relationship with Blitz in the new episode, and today’s the day where that happens!! First of all, though, before I really get into my feelings about things, I want to just make it ABUNDANTLY clear that I’m not trying to sway anyone from one side to the other, or trying to shame anyone for shipping two fictional characters. I’m fully in the boat that you are completely entitled to ship whoever you want, but I also think it’s wise to at least be able to recognize the faults and flaws in a pairing--and especially to be able to recognize them in the context of an IRL relationship. In this analysis in particular, I’m specifically focusing on these two relationships within the realm of the Helluva Boss universe [......Hell] and within the specific context of their characters as they’ve been portrayed in the show thus far. And, my biggest disclaimer of all: I’m doing this for no other reason than I felt like putting my jumbled thoughts together into a cohesive post so that they don’t have to stay bouncing and buzzing around in my head. Please keep that in mind that this is just pure personal opinion and interpretation before anyone comes at me with torches and pitchforks. <3 <3

SO WITH THAT LONG ASS DISCLAIMER OUT OF THE WAY

Let’s finally get to the good stuff. And the not so good stuff. :D

So I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone who follows me here that I’m a huge BlitzStrike fan. What I think fewer people know is that when I first entered the fandom a few months ago, I actually was on board the Stolitz train like so many others that I’ve met here in the fandom. Naturally Stolitz was the first major pairing I was introduced to, and I did find both the characters of Blitz and Stolas incredibly interesting and compelling in their own rights AND saw the potential in how they could really come to grow into one hell of a relationshp over time. I was honestly really excited to see it happen, too.

And then I watched Episode 5 [still my favorite episode, btw] for the first time and had this sudden question hit me like a truck that even now is still relentlessly burning in the back of my mind because I still haven’t found a legitimate answer for it: Why in the FUCK wasn’t Blitz falling head-over-heels in attraction to Striker throughout this fucking episode??

And I don’t mean that in a “They’re so hot and I ship them now why didn’t they get together?? DX DX” kind of way--I mean that in the genuinely perplexed “I don’t understand based on what has been presented to me thus far about Blitz as a character and the storyline overall why he’s reacting so nonchalantly to this whole thing”. To Note: This is me wondering this from the context of what’s in the show itself, not from any extra fan materials like the Instas or Twitter or just straight up knowing that the most likely answer is that there are people on the creative team that ship Stolitz really hard and realistically wouldn’t have probably written Blitz as being attracted to Striker because that would just be--to quote Jack Sparrow--blowing holes in their own ship. No, this is me disregarding ALL of that and trying to rationalize this with myself from the perspective of a fan whose entire knowledge of the show and its characters comes exclusively from what’s in the episodes themselves. .....And that’s where I just can’t find my answer, except for the Stolitz positive “He’s not attracted to Striker because he’s in love with Stolas” answer. Which really doesn’t even feel like a satisfying answer, because the entire vibe I’ve gotten from Stolitz in the show has just felt.....strangely.....off. Like, the framework is there and the elements are there, but I’d felt as though they had so far to go still that it would be entire SEASONS before they got there.

And THEN the new episode [Episode 6] came out and I’d heard a handful of fans going crazy because the show was finally addressing Stolitz in full, and I thought to myself, “Well, maybe if the show really is going to go with saying that the reason Blitz wasn’t interested in Striker is because he’s in love with Stolas.....sure. I’m curious to see how they finally establish it in an episode, especially since there’s only two more episodes left in the entire first season.” And then I watched the episode. And then it hit me why Stolitz just does not do a damn thing for me but BlitzStrike does despite the fact that we’ve had 4/6 episodes [5/7 if you count the Pilot] of Stolitz but only 1/6 [1/7] of potential--not even canonical--BlitzStrike:

When Striker talks about Blitz, or interacts with Blitz, he always talks about them as a “we”. As a team. A partnership. OR he just straight up puts the entire focus on Blitz and his accomplishments and keeps himself out of it entirely.

When Stolas talks about Blitz, he always talks about them within the context of “me”--of himself--of what Blitz does or should do for him. Even here in episode 6, in the most “selfless” instance we’ve seen yet, where he does ask about Blitz’s safety first BEFORE going right back into how Blitz’s actions affect him and what Blitz should be doing in response for him. Stolas’s focus is always automatically set to himself--and even when it comes to the people he supposedly loves the most.

To explain what I mean here, let me give some examples directly from the show itself, starting with the Stolas side of things:

Episode 1

Blitz, in the middle of trying to hide so much that he actually clamps both of his hands over his mouth just to muffle the sound of his own breathing, knowing damn well that this psychotic bitch who already shot him once won’t hesitate to do it again if she finds him.....gets a call from Stolas. Stolas, who we clearly see from his leisurely hang out time in his bubble bath, is literally watching this happen and is fully aware that calling Blitz right then was potentially putting him in danger. But what does he say when he gets Blitz on the phone? He offers--not help--but Blitz the use of his book in exchange for monthly sex. Stolas literally uses Blitz’s peril as leverage here--consciously or not, though given the fact that he knows the situation at hand, I’d find it very hard to argue that he didn’t do this on purpose--just to get him to agree to be his bootycall until further notice.

Stolas not only doesn’t lift a finger to help Blitz once in all of this--even at the moment where he and Millie are about to be shot in the face--but instead continues to stay on the phone talking about all of the things he wants for their upcoming future rendezvous. He already got exactly what he wanted out of this and he still just continues to go for more for himself.

Episode 2

.....There are honestly so many fucked up things that happen here as far as Stolas and his relationship with Blitz goes but honestly the thing I want to draw the MOST attention to is actually Stolas’s storyline with his daughter, Octavia. I know it’s a little left field, but bear with me--this is actually something I want to use as comparison for Stolas’s relationship to Blitz as we go along:

When Stolas first decides that he’s going to take his daughter to Loo Loo Land, he does so while completey setting aside the fact that she doesn’t want to go. He just offers her assurances that it’s going to be so much fun because he remembers that she loved it so much when she was a little girl--effectively putting his memory above her wishes even as she’s sitting right there and telling him that she doesn’t enjoy the idea of going now.

Stolas doesn’t actually notice just how uncomfortable he’s making Octavia throuhought their entire trip by spending his time sexually harassing paying more attention to Blitz than he is trying to cheer her up. This tells me that Stolas--though I do believe he genuinely wanted to do something to make her happy--still wasn’t able to completely overcome his own self-centered tendencies at first even when it’s for her. And this is the person that Stolas loves more than anyone or anything else in the entire world. It still wasn’t enough.

It’s only when Octavia runs off and completely breaks down that Stolas finally gets the much needed slap-to-the-face of reality to understand just what he’s putting his daughter through--and, for the first time in the entire show, he actually puts someone else’s needs and well being above himself. It’s the one solid honest display of love that we see from Stolas in the entire show--and it’s how we as the audience come to learn that that’s how Stolas shows that he loves someone: When he puts their needs above his own with no strings attached or expectations of something in return. A true selfless act just because he loves them. **Keep in mind the parallel of Stolas carrying Octavia out of Loo Loo Land at the end, and how it compares to Stolas carrying Blitz out of D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters.

Episode 5

The. Fucking. Cigarette. I had no idea that something so small and quick would be able to infuriate me as much as it did, but the fact that Blitz used the post sex cigarette to free Stolas from his wrist bondage but then Stolas turned around and put the cigarette out on Blitz’s horn which is literally a part of Blitz’s body just.....honestly it sums up exactly what I’m trying to get across in this entire huge ass post: Stolas only ever thinks of himself first and anything pertaining to anyone else just doesn’t cross his mind at all unless you blatantly put it there in front of his face. And the fact that he’s still at this point with Blitz all the way here in Episode 5 is not.....promising for their relationship.

The fact that Stolas literally cannot stop himself from calling Blitz “Blitzy” or talking to him in such a condescending way no matter how frustrated Blitz gets and how many times he asks him to stop. I just--how is that supposed to be interpreted as someone talking to a person that they love? There’s no respect or dignity given to Blitz at all on Stolas’s part, and the fact that it seems to be presented as a “Oh teehee it’s just their cute couple thing” is just.....I really, really don’t like that. It also doesn’t match with the Stolas in the very next episode which I quite frankly think is because the creators have been listening to the feedback from fans and were like “We need to SHOW THEM that Stolas actually does speak to Blitz respectfully!!” but that’s just my personal opinion there and, also, it still didn’t happen.

Episode 6

Keeping in mind that THIS is finally the episode where we see Stolas actually save Blitz from danger and demonstrate even the slightest inclination towards his well-being.....I think that honestly makes the next few things here even more fucked up

First and foremost: “WE”. The second after Stolas asks if Blitz is alright and gets the assurance that he is, he roughly grabs his cheek and points out that “If you get in trouble, I get in trouble! WE don’t want that”. The fact that this is the first time that Stolas ever talks about Blitz in the context of “we”--when really what he’s really saying is that him [Stolas] getting in trouble is going to be a bad thing for all of them--is just.....so, so disappointing. At least with this I could hope that perhaps the idea here is that Stolas is genuinely afraid that if he gets in trouble, he won’t be able to protect Blitz from the undoubtedly much worse trouble that he would be in as an imp, but still. The fact that Stolas immediately reverts back to his self-centered perspective so quickly after supposedly being so worried about Blitz’s wellbeing, really makes it seem as though it’s just his own ass that he’s trying to protect. And that.....isn’t exactly what I’d been expecting from “the episode that confirms Stolitz is canon” feedback I’d been hearing.

"Am I going to get ANY thank you for the rescue Bltizy?” This for me was kind of what actually lead to me having this whole epiphany over Stolas’s selfish perspective in the first place. I realized that even here--even when he’s just been the most “romantic” towards Blitz that he’s ever been in any previous episodes up until now [and yes this shift in his character was incredibly jarring for me because of that]--Stolas still goes right back to thinking about what he’s going to get out of this now that he knows Blitz is safe. Let’s take this back to that thing I was saying about Episode 2 and comparing how Stolas rescued Octavia and how he rescues Blitz. Obviously they’re going to be different because it’s Stolas’s daughter vs his hook up BUT just think about where the focus is for Stolas in both of these scenes. With Octavia, Stolas is entirely focused on making things up to her--taking her to do something she wants to do--even if it’s something that he himself doesn’t fully understand or isn’t fully into. That doesn’t matter though, because the entire point is that he’s doing something just for her. It doesn’t have to be about him. But now go back to the scene where Stolas is carrying Blitz out of the room. What does he do? Ask what Blitz is going to do for him. That just takes the idea that this scene was a confirmation of their love and throws it right out the window. Stolas--as we’ve been shown before--would never ask for something in return from someone that he actually loves.

Now let’s take a look at the one and only episode we have of Striker and Blitz interacting together, with an honorary shout out at hallucination!Striker’s appearance in Episode 6:

Episode 5:

Striker knows Blitz’s name.....and he uses it. He’s literally the ONLY other character that we’ve seen so far refer to Blitz as “Blitz” instead of “Blitzo” or “Blitzy” by someone who wasn’t a member of I.M.P.. Aka someone who wasn’t a member of Blitz’s family. He shows Blitz respect at that basest level, and only builds on that from there going forward.

Striker first recognizes Blitz for being “the bold imp that started his own killin’ biz”. Not his hotness, not his skills in the Harvest Moon games because at that point he hasn’t seen them yet.....but for his accomplishment in starting up his own successful business down in Hell. He treats it as an accomplishment. With the kind of respect that comes with acknowledging another person for their accomplishments. Right there, within two seconds of meeting him, Striker demonstrates more respect for Blitz than Stolas has yet to do in the entire show.

The Harvest Moon Festival Games. Now this is something I find fascinating to think about from Striker’s perspective in particular. We as the audience are shown pretty early on that Striker has a strong desire to be the one who comes out on top. He likes the idea of being superior and he openly relishes in the praise and attention he gets for being better than everybody else. ....Except Blitz. When they tie in the games, Striker doesn’t seem bothered with sharing the spotlight with him at all. If anything, he--again--respects just how skilled Blitz is in rightfully earning his place beside him on the stage. That, to me, is HUGE. I’m not going to go so far as to say that Striker necessarily sees them as equals because I think that might be going a bit too far for his ego but he does still fully acknowledge that Blitz is in the same general class as him: that is to say, better than most. Worthy of the same kind of acknowledgement and praise that Striker gets. I literally can’t get over just how big of a thing that is for what we’ve been shown of Striker’s character, and I think it’s unfortunately something that’s incredibly easy to miss or gloss over. :(

And now--for what I personally think is the most significant thing of all--we have: “We”. How many times does Striker suggest during that final scene between them that he really wants Blitz to join forces with him as equals? He never demands that Blitz join up with him, he doesn’t threaten him into joining up with him--Striker barely even hurts Blitz at all during their fight scene compared to how he tried to straight up murder Moxxie--and, most of all, Striker continues to acknowledge that Blitz deserves better than his current arrangement with Stolas. And he’s right. But instead of putting it as “I’M right and this is why you should do this”, he always puts his focus on Blitz himself, or the two of them together as a partnership: “You are so above sucking on a a digusting rich pompous Goetia” | “We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitz” | “You could partner up with me and klll the unkillable--starting with the one that treats you like a plaything”. It’s just--I honestly can’t believe it’s taken me this long to put together why Striker appeals so much more to me as a romantic interest for Blitz, but really breaking it down episode by episode and comparing the differences in wording between Striker and Stolas’s dialogue when it comes to Blitz is just.....holy shit.

Honorary ShoutOut of Episode 6:

The fact that the only thing hallucination Striker has to say to him is “But you don’t want to do things alone Blitzo!” is really, really interesting to me in the fact that he’s.....not......wrong?? Like, To be fair, Striker, RoboFizz, and Verosika all spill their harsh truths, but the thing is.....Striker’s is markedly different in that his wording really isn’t harsh or aggressive at all the way the other two are. He’s just kinda stating a fact in an overexaggerated way because tripping balls hallucination sequence. It’s very interesting to me that that’s the worst that Blitz can imagine him to say--as well as the fact that halluci!Striker calls him “Blitzo”, which is really weird considering that Striker’s never called him “Blitzo” once in the entire show. Makes me kinda wonder where that came from tbh.

Alright so, in conclusion of this very long and rambly styie post: I want to take things back to where I started by reiterating that this is not me trying to convince anyone that BlitzStrike is “right” and Stolitz is “wrong”, or that you should stop shipping what you’re shipping in the fandom. This was just me honestly getting way more excited than I should’ve been over having my “Eureka!” moment for realizing why this new episode didn’t put me back on the Stolitz train like it did for so many other people--and why, in fact, it actually made me think even more favorably of the idea of Blitz and Striker being together.

Thanks for sticking around with me for this very long read, I hope you found it interesting, and I really really hope that it didn’t piss anyone off or rub too many people the wrong way. Like I said at the beginning, ship who you want to ship!! That’s part of the fun of being in a fandom. I’m just hoping that this might help make it easier to understand at least one perspective on why Stolitz is seen as being so problematic as a ship [as of where they are right now].

Here’s to seeing where things go from here!!

#vizowritesthoughts #BlitzStrike #Stolitz #Helluva Boss #hahahahaha I've been dreading posting this because I know it's going to lead to shit even though it's all just personal opinion :'D #but since I went to the trouble of writing this entire thing up I figure what the hell #might as well post it now #anti Stolitz

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