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victoria1676 · 2 years

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Brain rot/Imagine: Imposter SAGAU BROKEN GOD/CREATOR! READER!

So I know people are not Minecraft fans or never watch Minecraft YouTubers unless some used to watch but not anymore and is it bad like this certain artist who made a Dream SMP au mostly onto Tommy except this is veryyyyyy angsty.

Like heres the videos that I will be talking about for a new(?) Au for sagau

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So basically this au called "Ebrunean Tommy Au" which is like a before Dream broke out of prison and what if after he broke out of prison and found Tommy to the point he kept killing Tommy all over again and reviving him many times to kill Tommy.

Because of this Tommy slowly became like a shell of who he was and now has white hair, can't feel pain, can't talk or even make any movements but he can walk and sit down only the way he does them look very robotic. Plus he never speaks and follows Tubbo around.

If you can more info on this au please check out Blublu_by the creator of this au.

Warnings of this post: ANGST, Mention of torture, mention of being killed, and mentions of reader trauma along with them being broken. Also, not every chara is mentioned here since I am lazy to write them all sorry DX

Now imagine this au in the imposter Sagau o reader who finally has now become the shell of your former self after you got revived for the last time from getting executed. You can not talk, laugh or cry but only has a face of blankness that shows how tired you are and look very dead.

Venti tries so hard to redeem himself by playing music to the reader, yet it did not even make the reader budge who just looked at him, making the bard feel like he was judged but also it was a painful reminder that he and the other acolytes did this to you. All he wanted was to hear your laughter and see your smile but alas. It was futile not when Venti sometimes saw a ghost or a presence that is in front of his god yelling and crying at him with the words.

"HOW COULD YOU!"

"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LIKE YOU OR LOVE YOU!"

He can't hear those words from your mouth but he can feel that those are the words that you wanted to say to him but you can't when you are already broken. Diona was already crying that you can't even drink her finest drinks without someone pushing it gently for you. She was so sad that you could never enjoy her drinks normally with a smile like before thanks to the people who hurt you.

It hurts Venti to the point he wished to turn back time or redo his ways so that he and his nation won't suffer looking at what was once their beloved god but is now a shell of them. He envy his friend Dvalin who was the one who did not attack your with Bennett's friends (Razor and Fischl) and all he could do is watch them drag or be with you with close contact while he and the ones who attack you will never able to touch you when it all bring you to pain.

You screamed and screamed as Venti tried to calm you down as he was about to carry you it made your screaming worsen to the point it sounded like you were getting killed by him again. He felt the Traveler punch him as he could hear Jean getting Barbara while you continued screaming until you calm down slowly once you were in Traveler's arms.

It was then everyone realized whoever laid their hands on you by killing or hurting you. You would suddenly scream as it shows that this is a reminder to those who forsake you will forever hear the screams of their God when they tried to kill them.

So all Venti can do is sing his songs hoping you can enjoy them as he continues to get himself drunk from his sins.

There are times Diluc would wish he cut off his hands for getting them stained by your blood as he watched you just leaning against Rosaria who allowed it while Kaeya tried to make you smile by cracking some jokes but you could see his hands trembling like he wanted to touch you but cannot when he attacked you with his vision if Rosaria did not intercept him.

Both sworn brothers wished they realize things sooner than both of them could have been happy and acting alright with you but it was too late.

Jean tried to give you Dandelion flowers but you turned away and quickly go the Traveler who made you food much to the Acting Grand Master's sadness. Albedo can only seethe in anger when he saw Subject two or rather Rubedo guiding you by holding your hand while the alchemist watches 'his brother' hold your hands.

Chongyun. Xiangling, Hu-tao, and Xingqiu toke you around Liyue as you carried Qiqi in your arms. Yelan guided you to Yanfei and Madame ping but you also held the fluffy coat Yelan stole from a certain harbinger.

Whenever you enter Liyue Zhongli could not help by try to get you gifts like Ningguang but unfortunately, you would not accept those gifts as the Geovisaps smaller or bigger ones would crush them or rip them apart. Xiao had to carry you away from them (Zhongli, Ningguang and others who hurt you in Liyue). Ganyu could not show her face to you when she was the one who shot your leg as Shenhe held your hand like you guys are a family or lovers.

Childe was lucky that Foul Legacy realized who you are or else he could have been one of the people you would be screaming when made contact with you. Normally Childe would be over the moon that he can hold you and hug you but it hurts him to see his God not smiling or talking as he did his best to spoil them or be patient with them.

Kazuha would sometimes play music with his Leaf whistle as you lean on his back while Beidou talks to Traveler if there is any progress of you coming back to your senses. Both Captain of the Alcor and the Inazuma Wanderer were sad when they saw the downcast Traveler telling them that there is no progress toward you going back to normal.

Raiden Shogun-Ei watch her familiar and friend Yae Miko who was letting you read her books or sleep on Kitsune's lap which made Ei look down at the ground in shame along with avoiding looking at your neck that had an angry red line where she was the one who cut off your head.

Ayato comforted his sister Ayaka who could not help but cry as Thoma was the only one you allow to hold you and feed you. When you visited the estate the Kamisato family tried to make you feel welcome but you ignored them for Thoma who quickly prepare food and went to your side to guide you. Sara was tempted to shoot Itto who was legit carrying you like a rag doll but she would not let go of the arrow without hurting you again as the Tengu saw Kuki Shinobu scolded Itto very hard while you looked at the scene in confusion.

Heizou did not mind the stares of the people of Watasumi island since he is used to them although there are times he could not hold back his smirk as he watch Gorou's ears and tail go down when you turned him away and ignored a sad Kokomi who had a gift for you.

Dainsleif shook his head before muttering "fools" at the dejected and sad acolytes who had made you broken. They went from being excited about killing an imposter only to realize the mistake once their blood finally became gold after it kept flashing from red to finally gold. The former ex-captain of Kheanriah cannot help but scowl at the sheer 180 change of what these people had done to you.

If they weren't so blind then Dainsleif could have heard your voice or seen your smile again but now it was gone thanks to those acolytes of yours. All he can do is do his duty as a guard to watch and be by your side whenever Traveler tends to lost sight of you due to you wandering to different places.

Abyss twin made sure to tell all Abyss mages to keep an eye on you as well as they are ordered to hurt anyone who has hurt you. They did not wish for you broken to be broken even more when you have not yet reached the 'The truth of this world' with their twin. How dare these people of the gods to hurt you! At least they know have more reason to not only Destroy Celestia but also destroy everyone in Teyvat who had hurt you.

You may have been broken, damaged and already been killed multiply times to the point you can't remember, think, speak or make any movements other then to walk, sit or follow.

Maybe one day you'll be back to normal.

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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jealous slashers

|Michael|

Michael didn't even know what jealousy was before he experienced it for the first time. Before he got to know you he didn't care if anyone took what was his. In the asylum he wasn't even allowed to have personal stuff so why get jealous over having things taken away?

So what is this feeling he gets when you talk to someone else?

You have to understand that Michael's jealousy isn't based on certain actions like someone flirting with you. Michael gets jealous over everyone who even looks at you.

You're his obsession, not anyone else's. The person breathing the same air as you might as well die. He finally has something that he "owns". He is not going to let it get taken away from him.

I don't even think Michael cares much about what you do. Right now he is too fascinated by you to really hurt you anyway. But don't push your luck or his hand might just find your throat.

|Vincent Sinclair|

Vincent has two kinds of jealousy.

The first one involves "tourists" who come to Ambrose. If any of the victims flirts with you they might end up dead sooner than planned. That proves to be quite the problem since you sometimes lure people into the town and for that you need to be quite flirty.

While Vincent understands that, he will still make sure to show the person that you're his and not anyone else's.

If Vincent is that kind of jealous he's more angry than anything else and will be rather clingy the following days.

The second jealousy exists because of his twin. Vincent has been jealous of Bo his whole life and when he sees you two laughing he can't help the bitter feelings inside of him. In that state of mind he often locks himself in the basement and wallows in self-pity. It will need quite a bit of coaxing to get him out of there.

He knows that this isn't your fault, don't worry. He just needs to get over his insecurities before he can talk to you again.

|Bo Sinclair| (tad of NSFW)

You will immediately know if Bo's jealous. He gets very aggressive and if looks could kill whoever is talking to you would drop dead.

Bo might be one of the only slashers who actually blame you in case of him becoming jealous. He won't physically hurt you but his words do more than enough damage.

Bo is a big fan of kidnapping the person that made him jealous and then making out with you in front of him. If he's in a very jealous mood sex in front of the victim is not something he says no to.

Afterwards he might even apologize for being so pissed. He was just scared to lose you.

|Lester Sinclair|

Same as Vincent, Lester has been jealous of Bo his whole life.

If you spend more time talking to him he will not get angry though. Lester is not a very aggressive person. He'll think about it for a while and grow more distant during that.

As soon as he has come to a decision Lester will simply ask you, with a lot of fear in his eyes if I may say so, if you're going to leave him for Bo.

Please give him a lot of affection afterwards. Lester just wants to be sure that you won't leave him.

|Baby Firefly|

Baby rarely gets jealous. She gladly shares her love for you. The more people, the more love am I right?

If she ever got jealous she'll ask you about it. Baby is not someone who broods about things like that. It involves both of you so why shouldn't she just talk about it to you?

If you reassure your feelings towards her, she'll be happy again. Baby is just glad to know that your strongest feelings still only belong to her.

|Otis Driftwood| (NSFW)

You'll know when Otis is jealous. He is even grumpier than usual. But also horny.

Otis loves showing you off. However, he doesn't like sharing. So if he praises your curves to one of his friends and that person's eyes linger on you for one or two seconds too long, Otis will get angry.

The chances of him fucking you in front of the corpse of whoever made him jealous are very high so be prepared.

He might still be grumpy afterwards but give him some time. He trusts you, he just doesn't trust other men. According to him they're all horny assholes and he just wants you to be safe.

|Billy Loomis|

Imagine every superstition about high school boys getting jealous. That's what happens.

Billy gets angry, then sad. He doesn't know what to do instead of confronting you but as usual his emotions get in the way.

So yes, his confrontation might get more emotional than he planned but like every other argument it'll help with your relationship. If a person gets angry about something, they care about it. Now you know that you smiling at other guys makes him insecure and maybe know how to deal with other guys and him.

Explain that you won't leave him and Billy will be fine again.

|Stu Macher|

Stu gets silent and serious, something that doesn't happen all too often.

You'll notice it pretty quickly but you might have to pressure him a little before he tells you what's wrong.

Maybe you can guess it as well. There aren't a lot of things that make Stu grow silent so figuring out why he's feeling the way he is, isn't difficult.

Just drown him in attention and affection the next days. It will make him feel so loved. In that case you both can get over his jealousy without talking about it.

However you should discuss it at last once. Make it clear that you're not going to leave him and that it's your right to talk to other people besides him. He might be the only slasher that understands that certain argument.

|Brahms Heelshire|

Ah yes. The most jealous of them all.

Brahms has abandonment anxiety. If he's jealous of someone he'll get rid of them. Nothing you say will change that.

While he trusts your words, his jealousy is a compulsion and one he can't get rid of. He feels bad for feeling that way but he can't change it.

It will need years of convincing to change his way of thinking and acting. Brahms needs a lot of "education" when it comes to his emotions, but that might be the biggest problem yet.

|Josef|

Josef is a functioning adult yet he doesn't know how to deal with jealousy.

He will just do what feels right and that is confessing to you, which is the right decision.

Josef trusts you when you tell him that you would never leave him and most of the times that is already enough to calm him.

If he really wants to make sure, he'll and i'm not kidding propose. If anyone sees the ring, they'll quickly stop approaching you and that's all he wants.

Obviously marrying you is quite the price as well so really, he has everything he needs.

|Thomas Hewitt|

Dear Tommy here feels a mix of insecure and angry. How is he supposed to act now?

His first instinct is to hold you closer, maybe sit very close to you and place a threatening hand on you thigh to let the person across of you know who you belong to.

Obviously you'll quickly understand why he's acting that way.

Please explain to him that he's your partner, no one else. Thomas might get emotional over the whole thing. He gets it if you don't want to be in a relationship with someone scarred like him. He might even tell you to leave him for someone better.

You have to work a bit to lift his spirits again. A few hugs and cuddles might already do, Thomas just wants to feel loved right now. After all the trusts and loves you.

#michael myers x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #josef x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #slashers x reader

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fernweh-writes · 3 years

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Hi dear, I was wondering if you could do headcanon about slashers having s/o, who is really insecure, that she is not pretty enough, doubts herself and is afraid that she is not worthy of them.. So basically some comforting fluff? 👉👈

Some of these are kinda nsfw. Mostly just Jesse and Asa’s though.

-Fern🌿

Michael Meyers

Michael was a person who didn’t understand social cues and had no clue how to deal with people and their emotions. But he’s also a stalker who is good at observing people and you’re the love of his life.

He notices the way you look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes so sad and also so filled with hate at the same time. Your eyes always focus on the same parts of you and it’s like he can almost hear the criticizing thoughts in your head.

Today as you stood in the mirror your hands squeezed your sides, wishing that your waist was small like all those models on TV and magazines. You wish you looked like the girls you noticed Michael always looking at, the kind of girls he always seemed to admire.

You were so busy glaring yourself down you hadn’t even noticed Michael walk up behind you until he was setting his hands on top of yours. His mask was still down over his face, so your eyes met the empty dark holes of it in the mirror. You had only ever seen him without it once before.

Spinning around in his arms, you turned to look up at him, “You’re being extra sneaky today, I didn’t even hear you unlock the door.” He didn’t look down at you, his head still tilted up, watching you in the mirror. The fact he didn’t acknowledge what you said made your heart drop.

That was until his hands left yours and crept up to his mask, slowly removing it. His blue eyes searched yours before tilting your chin up and placing a firm kiss to your lips. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed your hips and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you over to the bed.

He planned on showing you just how much he appreciated you and your body.

Bo Sinclair

It was pretty common for Bo to make comments about your body. His sexual comments sometimes made you feel slightly better, like you were desirable. Other times it made you feel like a piece of meat, like all you were good for was a quick fuck.

Bo may be insensitive and he usually never thought twice about what he said, but he was also observant and good at picking up on people’s emotions. He noticed when his comments stopped making you laugh and shove his chest and you began to force a smile that looked more like a grimace. Still, he was Bo, and he figured that if it really mattered you would just tell him to shut his trap.

After some time though he figures it’s best to lay off the vulgar comments and switch on the southern charm. He can sweet talk anyone he wants but he especially loves the power he holds over you whenever he uses that charm against you. You’re so easy to fluster, you melt into him every time he compliments you.

He quickly decides that he enjoys praising you. After all, it seems to make you so needy for him. The fact you seek out his praise just fuels that big ego of his.

Comes up with plenty of pet names. His favorites are definitely darlin’ and pretty girl though. Calling you honey is one of his cheesier favorites. You can expect him to start saying “Honey, I’m home,” whenever he comes home in a good mood. If he doesn’t say it, it’s best to just hand him a beer and let him yell at whoever he decides to be upset with.

If you open up to him about your insecurities he really won’t say much. Bo has never been a big feelings person and he doesn’t know how to do a good job of comforting or relating to people. However, you’ll notice him being extra sweet and affectionate. Just don’t mention it or else he’ll feel the need to be an asshole. He’s gotta keep up hsi reputation after all.

Long story short, Bo isn’t all bad and he can be soft and sweet sometimes.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent saw you as his muse, his goddess, his reason for living and he made sure to always show you exactly how much you meant to him.

He knew your body better than you ever could. His hands had traced every curve, every dip, every perfect imperfection of you and he could always find something new about you to admire.

Vincent knew the parts of you that he hated, so he always made sure to pay extra attention to those parts of your body just to show you how much he admired everything about you. Everything you thought was the worst part of you would quickly become his favorite.

He’s no stranger to insecurity, he grew up in a small town where people loved to talk and gossip. Talk and gossip isn’t much fun when you’re the kid with only half of a face who wears a mask everywhere he goes because his parents didn’t like to look at him. He would rather die than to ever let you feel that way about yourself.

He still has a favorite part of you though and that’s your eyes. They tell him everything he ever needs to know about what you’re thinking or feeling. He’s seen your eyes show how much you hated your reflection to the amount of love for him that was bottled up within you. Your eyes always gave away what you were thinking, which allowed him to be able to swoop in any time you were troubled.

You quickly become one of his favorite things to draw. He no longe needs a reference for you anymore either, he has your whole body memorized. He couldn’t forget anything about you no matter how hard he tried. Even then, why would he ever want to forget something as beautiful and perfect as you.

Brahms Heelshire

He completely understands feeling insecure. After all he had to hide in the walls and cover his face after the fire. He watched his parents love a doll more than they could ever love him. So he makes sure to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are even if you aren’t a blonde. But he doesn��t understand why you feel like you don’t deserve him.

Brahmsy thinks you’re the best person ever, he wouldn’t have kept you as his nanny if he didn’t think that you were perfect. After all you take care of him and handle everything your strange life throws at you.

He’s seen every part of you while hiding in those walls and there isn’t a single part of you that he isn’t mesmerized by.

There really isn’t ever anyone for you to feel lesser than in the manor. After all, it is just you, Brahms, and Malcolm. However, if anyone ever came along and made you feel inferior or undeserving Brahms wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of them. He can’t have you feeling upset.

He’s touched starved and handsy so he uses each and every single chance you give him to explore your body. There’s nothing he wants more than to touch every part of you. He’s in awe of you and he wants to show you just how much he needs you.

He makes sure to express to you that if either of you weren’t worthy of the other it would be him. After all, he got extra lucky for you to have stumbled into his grasp and there’s no way in hell he’s letting you escape.

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not a moment where he isn’t showing you just how much he loves you. Once he becomes comfortable with you, Thomas is surprisingly affectionate. He is not against PDA and the family never mentions it. After all Luda Mae wants grand babies and Hoyt knows better than to anger Tommy. Besides, Luda Mae thinks that the two of you are absolutely adorable.

Thomas is well aware of how it feels to hate the reflection in the mirror and he hates that you could ever feel that way about yourself. He does his best to show you that he sees you in a completely different light than you see yourself in. To him, you’re the sweetest most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth.

The fact you think you don’t deserve him leaves him feeling flustered. He never expected anyone to love him the way that you do. For you to say you’re not good enough for him blows his mind. He’s a murderer and he doesn’t see how you could ever find him attractive. He. Can’t even speak to tell you how much he adores you but there’s times where he really wishes he could.

Whenever you’re having days where you feel more self critical than usual he puts off his chores to take care of you. Hoyt can bitch all that he wants, Thomas is always going to put you first. Will spend all day in bed with you running his hands over your body and placing gentle kisses against your skin.

Listens to anything you have to say. Although he can’t contribute much to the conversation, Tommy is still a very expressive person. You can see the criticizing look he gives you anytime you say something negative about yourself. He’s not above huffing and rolling his eyes either, grumbling anytime you say something that he doesn’t like.

Billy Loomis

It’s no secret that Billy had plenty of people throwing themselves at him. Sure, he never really paid much attention to them, but that doesn’t change the fact that so many people wanted your boyfriend. So, it was easy for you to begin to think about how easy it would be for Billy to find someone better than you.

As soon as you open up to Billy about these things he’s quick to shut those thoughts down. After all, Billy rarely ever let’s people get as close to him as you have. In fact, the only other person that comes close is Stu. Billy wouldn’t have opened up to you if he didn’t think that you were permanent and he makes sure that you know that.

Begins to shut down all your self critical comments as well. Before he just thought you were joking, and in a way you still were, but he knew that you thought there was some truth to your words. He’s basically going to force you to be kinder to yourself whether you like it or not.

Billy can be an ass sometimes, he likes to pick fights, and he can be insensitive, but never would he use something he knows your insecure about as leverage against you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.

Lots of heavy petting and make out sessions whenever your having days where you feel more self loathing than usual. You may not like the person in the mirror but he sure as hell does. He’s gonna make sure you know just how much he loves you and how much he loves your body as well.

Stu Macher

Simply cannot allow you to think that you are anything but the hottest and coolest person on the planet.

Before, it was pretty common for Stu to flirt with the girls at his parties, sometime he could even get kinda handsy. However, as soon as he finds out that you’re doubting yourself, he cuts it out quick. No one could be better than you and he feels bad that he even allowed you to think he could ever be interested in anyone else but you.

He enjoyed showing off but once he finds out your insecure he begins to flaunt the fact you’re his. Points out how many people wish could be him whenever he’s showing you off. He believes that if you see how many people want you but can’t have you, you’ll start to feel more confident.

Stu has always been very affectionate, which includes being physically affectionate. Don’t think that he would ever shy away from PDA either. You point out someone staring at him, jealous of you? Great, he’ll make sure to make out with you right in front of them to prove he’s off the market. Won’t hesitate to feel you up in front of people either cause he’s definitely a perverted little shit.

Lots of cuddling and compliments from him. Also enjoys spoiling you to show you just how much he loves you. Shopping sprees to find clothes you feel confident in become very common.

Jesse Cromeans

For you to not feel good enough for him insinuates the idea he has bad taste, and Jesse does not have bad taste. He will go to any length to prove that to you as well.

His favorite pet name for you is princess because to him you might as well be royalty. He wants you to know that your a treasure to him. Expect to be spoiled with the finest clothes, expensive jewelry, you’ll be living lavishly once your Jesse’s. He sees himself as your protector and provider, prides himself in that fact, so obviously you deserve nothing but the best there is.

Jesse understands what it’s like to be insecure, especially after what Gem did to his face, so he’s quick to shut down any negative comments. He knows how to say all the right things as well so you can expect plenty of messages from him that make you absolutely melt. This man can charm anyone, but he mainly focuses that charm on you.

Likes to dress you up in expensive lingerie and tell you how pretty you are before absolutely wrecking you. Jesse will make sure to praise you the entire time.

Feeling insecure about what his employees think of you? He’ll make you sit on his lap during his meetings just to show you off. If you’re blushing like crazy it just makes him feel more justified in caressing your body while his employees can do nothing but stare at the pretty little thing in his lap. Although, if they stare for to long they’ll no longer be an employee or alive.

Would most definitely fuck you in front of a mirror just to show you what he sees. Look at how pretty you are when he’s absolutely wrecking you, how could he not be in awe of you.

Asa Emory

Do you really think that you would be the most prized part of his collection if you weren’t the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. You’re his favorite pet, he keeps you in his home, in his bed, you don’t get to feel unworthy. Although, the fact you feel like you don’t deserve him would fuel his god complex.

If you’re having a hard time with your insecurities his rough touch will turn into gentle caressing. It’s a rare occasion so make sure to savor the moment.

He notices when you’re feeling upset. Asa knows that being away from you so much gives your mind more time to run rampant. So whenever he’s been away longer than normal he makes sure to indulge you a little bit, even if he is busy. Expect him to let you sit in his lap while he works on grading papers and assignments that he’s gotten behind on. Occasionally he’ll rub your back as you snuggle against his chest. He’s allowed to be soft sometimes to.

Admires everything about your body and he makes sure you know it. Gently caresses and kisses every part of you, especially the parts you’re insecure about.

Much like Jesse, mirror sex is 100% on the table. Asa would love nothing more than for you to see just how beautifully you fall apart because of his touch. He knows your body better than you do and never fails to get exactly the reaction he wants from you.

Domestic Asa Domestic Asa Domestic Asa. If you’re having an extra hard time with your insecurities he would definitely make you breakfast in bed. For just one day you’ll be allowed to call the shots. Or at least you’ll believe you’re the one calling the shots.

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crimefightingspiderguy · 3 years

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My final thoughts on WandaVision (so it goes without saying if you haven’t finished it, don’t look past Vision)

What I liked:

• I loved the sitcom concept, super cool. And finding out why she hung onto sitcoms for comfort was just *chefs kiss* pay off wise.

• I loved how it started out as a slow build up (but I do think it would’ve worked better to have longer episodes to make things fit better and not feel as rushed towards the end)

• I loved Darcy, Monica and Jimmy’s trio. They were so fantastic together and the actors all did great.

• On the note of Monica, IM SO EXCITED TO HAVE A WOMAN OF COLOR SUPERHERO (especially since she’ll eventually be a main character not just a “sidekick”) 🥳

• I LOVED Pietro/Fietro/Ralph/Uncle P (whoever the hell he actually was). I obviously have some dislikes about the last episode, but we’ll get to that later. I loved how fun Evan Peters was. He really did a fantastic job even though no one knew what was going on with his character, he ate that shit up and left no crumbs.

• Wanda and Visions love story is so much better now that we got to build up to it rather than us just jumping into it (how I felt in Infinity War)

• SCARLET WITCH BOUT TO MAKE ME ACT UP. HOLY JIMMINE CRICKETS WAS SHE LOOKING GORGEOUS AND POWERFUL IN THAT LAST EPISODE

• Billy and Tommy are some of the sweetest children I think I’ve ever seen in a movie/show world and I love them with all my heart and soul and I really hope they do return.

• ITS BEEN AGATHA ALL ALONG 💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻

• “what is grief if not love persevering”

• “we’ve said goodbye before so it stands to reason... we’ll say hello again” IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

• Wanda tucked in Billy and Tommy so they’d be asleep before they were sucked away with the hex 😭😭😭

• “thank you for choosing me to be your mom” 😭

• That second end credit scene with Scarlet Witch astral projecting was so trippy (I love it) and the boys calling to her broke my dang heart.

• overall the special effects looked really cool

• omg Elizabeth Olsen breaking her back to create the hex was 10/10 she’s so dedicated to the motions/physical acting of it all. Also all her crying scenes, it all felt very real and it really made me sob whenever she was hurting.

Things I didn’t like:

• Episode length. I understand they wanted it to go with the length of a normal sitcom, but it doesn’t work when you’re flashing back and forth between the sitcom and the real world. The time got messy towards the end and things felt rushed like the Vision vs. White Vision battle was just boring because it had no climatic energy to it.

• Too many loose ends/wasn’t clear enough. By that I mean, who was Jimmy’s missing person that led to him learning about the hex? (I’m hoping it was Evan Peters’ character, but more on that later). What happened to White Vision? Does Wanda have Agatha’s power now or did she just make it so she couldn’t use them?

• Ralph Bohner? Really Disney/Marvel? Really? You’re telling me you got Evan fricking Peters just so you could stunt cast and fuck with the audience and end it with a dick joke? Not cool.

• Why no Darcy in the last episode other than 2 seconds :(

• Hayward... Thats it. I just really hate him.

• some of the script/lines were a little questionable... like idk a lot of Agatha’s lines once she was revealed as the villain just were lack luster after her amazing intro and they were sort of tacky.

• I didn’t like how they hyped up certain things just for them to not really be significant (like Monica saying she knew a space engineer who could get her in and it was all mysterious, then not even ending up needing the truck they built or the character not really having much of a “wow” show up)

• I’m back to the Evan Peters thing. Why would they hype up his character’s mystery identity for him to just be a random dude named Ralph Bohner??? That’s such terrible writing (obviously I’m not an expert writer, but I actually did internship at a magazine where I had to read submitted stories and judge them and see if they were worthy of publication. And my minor in college was writing. So I do know a little about story telling, and something is off about the way they did this.). It’s either the fact that it’s just plain bad writing, or it’s a misdirect. I want to believe that Marvel knows how much people would enjoy EP in this show and would eventually expect more from him in the MCU. Now obviously, this is Wanda’s show and she decides what makes it on and what doesn’t, so maybe Ralph is the missing person Jimmy was looking for, but Wanda doesn’t know that, nor would she want it on her show. Maybe he really is Quicksilver but they put him in the Witness Protection Program when he came over from another universe? Or maybe he really is just a nobody who Agatha lived with because his house was conveniently close to Wanda’s. Or maybe he is someone of significance because who just has a random headshot lying around with their proof of ownership of their house and other paperwork and then laughs at their name Bohner even though if they’d had that name their whole life they’d be sick of the dick jokes?? Maybe they left it vague enough so they could gauge audience reaction to EP, if it was good they could come back to it in a mutants movie/show (or maybe even Doctor Strange 2 or Spider-Man 3) or if it was bad, just leave it at he’s a random person who already lived in Westview. Idk all I know is if they don’t end up bringing him back I’m definitely gonna be significantly less interested in any morphing of the XMen and mutants into the MCU.

Lastly, I just wanna say the actors and actresses all did fantastic (especially Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany). They all play such complex roles this time around and it really showed how passionate they were about this project. I loved them all so much and they truly brought this show to life (yes it has flaws, but it was their first attempt at a MCU timeline show, and the actors did what they could with what they were given so none of my criticism go towards them). I really enjoyed this overall (and I’m genuinely sad to see it ending) and I’m looking forward to seeing Wanda being a bad mamma-jamma in Doctor Strange 2.

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (7)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(I know y’all are getting tired of waiting for Techno to arrive, so am I! But I have no solid control over the story plot lol but I swear it’ll happen soon!! And y’all know the drill! Reblogs and comments keep this story going. So if you want a chapter 8 then please show this chapter some love! <3)

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(FORGOT TO MENTION ART!

The amazing 'YeetUsFeTUSDelETusss' on DA was so cool and drew two pictures to bless our eyes!!)

READER HERSELF!

READER PROTECTING HER BOYS!

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Only Tubbo showed up the next day, and he said he sadly couldn’t stay for long because him and Tommy were needed back at L’manburg for a while. Meaning him and Tommy wouldn’t be able to visit for a bit, but they’d try to visit as soon as possible! Hearing they’d not come see you for who knows how long made you pretty sad. You honestly looked forward to when they’d visit. It was honestly the highlight of your day. But you knew whatever nonsense was going on in L’manburg currently would need their attention. Though you wondered what exactly was going on. You recalled a decent amount of the ‘history’ of the Dream SMP but you knew you could be misremembering or even mixing things up. But you did remember the big things that happened. Like the wars and stuff. So needless to say you were concerned.

‘What point in history am I in right now? Whenever it is, L’manburg is apparently still standing,’ you thought pensively before asking Tubbo what was going on that they’d need to stay in L’manburg.

Tubbo sighed and said it was ‘just some drama’ but apparently their, meaning his and Tommy’s, older brother figure Wilbur had been president of L’manburg for the entirety of the time L’manburg had existed. But some new citizens who joined them found out he’d not been properly elected and didn’t think it was fair to everyone that Wilbur had basically just made himself president without any input from everyone else. Which you could see was not right but this information told you that you were in the pre-election time. Which meant Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won yet… But that hinged on this universe even being the same one that you’d watched on youtube. Things could be different here for all you knew. You’d always believed in the multiverse theory so who was to know WHICH universe this was. Or how you even got here. All you could do really was to just… wait and watch.

A couple hours passed during the short visit and towards the end Tubbo showed you how to message others, ie; him and Tommy mostly. You’d known how to message others and put in commands and stuff in regular minecraft but you’d just sort of never thought to try those things here in this place. Though to be fair you’d been dealing with a lot of stuff so fiddling with your inventory and everything hadn’t been your top priority. And when he’d mentioned messaging him your first thought had been ‘how?’, because this was a ‘real life’ minecraft, where things were very similar but not always exactly like how it was in the real game. The biggest difference being that there was no computer keyboard or ‘screen’ for the type/chat option to be at the bottom of like in the game.

But to your surprise the place to type in a message was actually IN your inventory. More specifically it was at the very bottom of the main section right below where your items were stored in the hot bar. You’d never paid the long ultra thin box at the bottom any mind, assuming it was just part of the weird design. But no, Tubbo showed you with his inventory how if you tap on the thin box (that you’d honestly thought was just a line) it expands into a typing window! Your eyes widened at that and watched as he tapped the typing box again and a little keyboard appeared below the typing box and he started typing something into it. You squinted and he said to message someone you needed to be sure to type ‘/msg’ and then whoever’s name you’d like to send the message to!

He demonstrated this by typing out the first part then right after it typing your ‘name’; aka Reader. Briefly you wondered why it had been made that but you brushed that thought away to focus on what Tubbo was doing. You saw him type ‘hi reader!!’ before hitting Enter. Then a second later you heard a soft ‘ping!’ sound and you just KNEW your inventory was waiting to be pulled up. Like knew in an instinctual sense. Like how you knew to blink or how to walk. Just an instinct you couldn’t explain so you brought it up and there at the bottom the ‘line’ was flashing a pale red. So you did what Tubbo had done and tapped it, revealing the little typing box. Only this time it had a message in it! It said, ‘Tubbo whispers to you: hi reader!!’ and you smile. Excited now you type out a message to him and hit send. He got it and laughed after he read it.

‘Reader whispered to you: hello my little goat boy!! :)’

After that he blinked when more messages popped onto his text box. These were from Tommy and Wilbur it looked like. With a sigh he checked his clock and dismissed his chat box before saying he was sorry but he had to get going. He’d actually stayed longer than he was supposed to. You were sad to see him go but knew he’d be back, and hey, now you could message him and Tommy to make sure they got back to L’manburg safe instead of just wondering like before. So you told him to be careful on his way back and to message you that he was safe home when he arrived, and also if he needed any help. He laughed and cheekily said he would but gave a shy smile when you pulled him into a hug and gently knocked your antlers with his horns, but he happily returned it. Not so secretly enjoying the affection. But he had to pull back and leave.

That left you to your own devices.

-0-

With nothing better to do you initially spent the next three days building a couple fountains in the village (which was getting pretty big..). One tiny frog shaped one in the little grotto at the west side of the village and a much larger more traditional one in the opposite side of the village. You’d even set up park benches, flower plots, lamp posts, and stone sidewalk around the bigger one. It was very pretty and the villagers seemed to be enjoying it. But after that was done you’d sorta gotten bored. You weren’t really inspired to do anything else to the village so you thought of ways to occupy yourself. Eventually a metaphorical lightbulb flickered to life above your head and you got an idea.

You could go to the Nether!

Sure you weren’t the biggest fan of the place but it beat sitting around twiddling your thumbs waiting for a reply from your only two friends like some loser. And hey, you liked giving piglins gold. They made cute little piggy snorts when they were happy. So with that loose plan in mind you got up from where you’d been lounging by the creek and brushed yourself off before heading out to the place outside the bamboo and prickle berry wall you’d placed the first Nether portal. You crafted one real quick before tensing up when you heard the sound of rustling behind you. Assuming it was a creeper or something you glanced back, not that it would hurt you but you still found it unsettling for anything to be sneaking up behind you. You caught a brief glimpse of something small and white disappearing into a cluster of ferns. You paused, wondering what it was but then about a block to the left of the ferns a chicken and her chick walked out from around a tree. ‘Oh, must have just been a baby chicken’, you thought with a mental shrug before turning back to your task of lighting the portal with your flint and steel.

Once activated you stepped into the purple swirling mist and your vision warped before you ended up in the Nether again, stifling heat and all.

-0-

You’d been exploring the Nether for what felt like hours. The place was goddamn enormous! You’d followed the same sand block trail from the last time you’d been here, seeing the piglins and a few striders along the way. And to your delight a familiar little piglin baby started following you. She (you think she’s a ‘she’, that’s the vibe you’re getting anyways) had to be the one you’d played with the last time you’d been in the Nether. You crouched down and patted her head and pulled a golden carrot from your inventory before gifting it to her. She squealed happily and munched on it. You kept walking along the sand path before reaching the fortress. That’s when you diverted your path to the right and started exploring that way, careful to keep laying down sand as you did. You thought the baby piglin had stayed back but after a while of walking you heard a soft snort and glanced down to the left of you to see her happily trotting along with you, still nibbling on the golden carrot.

You wanted to melt, she was such a cutie pie. You stopped and asked if she should be travelling so far away. Won’t her parents miss her? She blinks and seems to understand you before shaking her head ‘no’. You figure she must have some pretty lenient parents. But you suppose piglins are sturdier than humans so it makes sense they’d keep their kids on a looser leash than humans would. So you ask her where her parents are and if they’d be okay with her wandering off with you, a stranger. She tilts her head and shrugs. You purse your lips and ask if she can take you to her parents so you can ask if they’d be okay with it. This time she shakes his head no. So you ask her why and she seems to be thinking how to answer before she goes over to the closest block of sand and starts drawing in it. You look over her shoulder and see her drawing three hearts. Then your stomach sinks when you see her draw an ‘X’ over each heart, meaning one thing..

“Oh sweetie, did your parents lose all their lives?” you ask in a gentle tone.

The tiny piglin nodded and your heart broke for her. You asked some more questions and discovered she wasn’t really being taken care of by any one piglin. The other piglins knew her parents were gone so they’d sorta chip in to make sure she had food. But that was really it. This made you feel worse so you just sighed and patted her head and said she could join you while you explored the Nether. She snorted happily and you two continued on your way. Eventually after walking for a bit you came across a warped forest. You had to admit the biome was much prettier in person. The stark contrast between the Nether’s usual red color scheme and the teal of the warped forest was really beautiful. Even the weird little green/orange fungus that were growing everywhere were cute. You even picked a handful to keep, placing them in your inventory before continuing your little jaunt with the baby piglin.

That last thought made you mentally pause and realize that you couldn’t just keep calling this kid ‘baby piglin’. So you stopped walking and looked down before saying you forgot to introduce yourself. She could call you Reader (since that’s what your little name thing said..). Then you asked what her name was. She blinked before snorting a little, like she was clearing her throat, and said, “Azogamay.”

You smiled and said you liked her name, making her give a cute little tusked smile. Then as you continued exploring you both made small talk. Nothing deep (how deep could conversation get with a little kid) but you asked each other the usual questions. Like favorite foods, favorite colors, favorite animals, etc. Then Azo (you’d taken to shortening her name to make it easier) answered one of your questions with some gibberish that made you pause. You glanced down at her and gave a ‘huh?’ that made her giggle before apparently remembering you weren’t a piglin. She said she forgot and spoke Piglin. That made you raise your eyebrows because you’d never thought about other species in the game having their own language. But now that you were thinking about it, it totally made sense. Of course they would, duh. Now very curious you asked her to teach you a little! Like did she know how your name would be said in Piglin? Her answer surprised you…

“Eaderray!” she said in her quiet baby voice.

Now you two had entered a wide soul sand valley, which made Azo anxious. She hid behind your leg, making you recall that Piglins didn’t really spawn in this biome or like soul fire (which is super common here). You had to admit the place was rather creepy. It didn’t help that the soul sand beneath your feet was emitting a rather creepy whispery wail. So you decided to turn back and try another direction. Azo seemed relieved and trotted along behind you. But once you were walking again you remembered your last thought and had a vague feeling about this ‘piglin speak’ and wanted to hear more. So you asked Azo some other words, just to test this theory of yours. And well…

Skeleton? Eletonskay…

Blaze? Azeblay…

Strider? Iderstray…

Lava? Avalay...

Gold? ...Oldgay (that may have made you snicker).

But you got the idea and honestly you cannot be held accountable for your reaction after you realized Piglins honest to fucking god spoke PIG LATIN.

You lost it. You laughed so hard you doubled over and had to brace your hands on your knees to keep from collapsing onto the ground. Azo didn’t know what was so funny but your laughter was contagious and she ended up laughing too, intermixed with little snorts that made you laugh even harder. It was a whole cycle. And by the end of it you’d laughed so hard you started coughing and had to sit down to catch your breath. The giggles returned a couple times but eventually you got control over yourself enough to be able to breathe normally again. As you sat there, little Azo looking up at you in amusement, you couldn’t believe the absolute batshit nonsense that was happening in your life right now. But out of everything that had happened, you think finding out Piglins spoke pig latin had to be the funniest. Though you wanted to test your theory further so you said to Azo,

“Ellohay Azogamay, isyay isthay ightray?”

Azo’s eyes brightened and she perked up, looking close to bouncing from excitement as she realized you were speaking ‘Piglin’ to her. She started babbling at the speed of light, in a way that all excited toddlers seemed to be able to do. While it was cute enough to pull a chuckle from you the downside was that you could not understand a single word Azo said. You got her to slow down, telling her you didn’t speak Piglin fluently so she would have to go slow with you otherwise you’d be lost. She nodded, just happy that you could understand Piglin. So she slowed down a lot and chatted with you that way. And that’s pretty much how the rest of your time in the Nether went. You traversed through the hellish dimension and brushed up on your pig latin with the little piglin.

It has definitely been a LONG time since you’d even thought about the made up ‘language’. You’d had a friend in elementary school who had been Obsessed with it. It was all they spoke sometimes and they’d talked it up so much that it caught on with the rest of the class, yourself included, and soon everyone was using it to write notes to each other, like a secret language. You’d even speak to each other only in pig latin during recess and lunch breaks. You’d been fluent in it and didn’t even have to think before speaking. Though after a year it had lost its popularity and everyone slowly stopped using it since the fad was over. But you still remembered a good deal of it. Enough to speak it slowly anyways. But the more you used it the easier it was to speak it. It was like riding a bike you supposed, you never truly forgot it.

-0-

Things were going fine until they weren’t. You’d stopped to have lunch in a crimson forest, more for Azo’s benefit than your own, and were sitting and eating for a while before Azo started playing with a baby hoglin. Which had been fine, you’d seen baby piglins and hoglins do that in the game before, no biggie. But they’d gotten rambunctious the way kids do when they’re playing together. And while chasing each other around Azo had smacked into one of the adult hoglins, which had pissed it off enough for it to snarl angrily and start chasing Azo. And Azo in turn began squealing in fear while running away. You’d dropped the steak you’d been idly munching on and sprinted after the two. Sadly the hoglin was closer to Azo than you and managed to get one good hit in with its tusks, the force behind it practically yeeting Azo up into the air. You yelled in horror as you watched the baby piglin fall down into a lava filled ravine.

Panic flooded your body, you knew zombie piglins were fireproof but regular piglins were not as far as you knew. Let alone baby piglins who just took a direct hit from a damn hoglin. So without thinking about it you dove into the ravine after Azo, catching her in your arms and fully planning to hold her up above the lava since it wouldn’t hurt you. Once she was in your arms you jerked back instinctively, not sure why, just maybe bracing for the impact with the lava. You waited but… nothing. About that second you realized that you weren’t moving anymore. You’d come to a halt and at first you wondered if maybe you’d landed on a block and not noticed. But… one glance down revealed you were not in fact standing on a block. Actually you weren’t standing on anything. You were hovering about 3 or 4 blocks above the bubbling lava at the bottom of the ravine. You were so stunned that you almost missed the sniffling snorts that started up next to your face but thankfully they broke you out of your shocked state. You looked at Azo and your heart broke when you saw her tearing up and looking close to crying. Forgetting momentarily about whatever the fuck was going on with you floating you focused on soothing her.

“Aw sweetie, are you okay? You took a hit from that hoglin, where does it hurt?” you cooed.

She was babbling mostly, being too upset to try to speak English. And understanding crying pig latin was almost impossible. So you just asked her to point where it hurt. She reached for her back and side and you softly told her you were going to lift her shirt a little bit to see if there was a mark, and she nodded shakily and sniffled while you did. You winced at the blooming bruise and adjusted her so you were basically cradling her and with your free hand you opened your inventory and started looking through the potions. You grabbed a healing potion and uncorked it before offering it to Azo, whose snout wrinkled at the potion. You told her it was alright, it was a healing potion that would make her feel better and get rid of those bruises for her. She looked unsure but still let you raise the mouth of the potion bottle to her lips so she could sip it. She took a few sips before hiccuping, potion swirls wafting off of her after she did. The baby piglin blinked and felt the pain in her back and side start to disappear.

You smiled and said that must feel better, Azo nodded and was happy she wasn’t hurting anymore. You let her take one more sip for good measure before putting the cork back into the bottle and stashing it in your inventory. But once that was done you were reminded of your current predicament. You were still floating in place above a ravine of lava.. With zero clue on how to move too. Briefly you internally panicked at the thought of just.. never being able to move again!! Being stuck fixed in one spot forever with no way to get down or live freely! Though before you could panic further you took a deep breath and told yourself to relax. This wasn’t permanent, it couldn’t be. There logically has to be a way for you to move. You got yourself stuck here and you’ll get yourself down as well.

And the last thing you wanted was to look scared with Azo here with you. She was just a little kid and needed the only adult around to be strong for her. So you put on a smile and reassured her that things will be okay and you’ll figure out how to get them both safe on land in no time. Azo nodded, looking less worried than before. So you started trying things you think would get you to move. You could move your limbs no problem. Proven by how you could move Azo around with your arms and kick your legs about without issue. But your body as a whole was still locked in place. Though when you leaned your upper body to the left you hit a breakthrough! Tilting your torso to the left managed to move your whole body to the left by about a block and a half! Now onto the right path you started leaning your torso this way and that, figuring out what movements actually got you moving and which ones didn’t. Figuring out how to move side to side and forwards and back was pretty easy. But it was figuring out up and down that was tricky.

At the moment going down was the last thing you were interested in, what with the lava beneath you. So you tried focusing on going up, and after a lot more wiggling about that you were sure made you look like an idiot to anyone who could be watching (Azo only giggled a little) you finally figured out that to go up you had to tense and stretch your torso a specific way. Like exactly how you would do if you were trying to reach something on the top shelf, only you didn’t have to move your arms or legs the same way, just your torso. Like how people straighten themselves to seem taller, not slouching at all. After getting that down you manage to go up and then over out of the ravine. Which was a relief and a half. Now that the threat of sinking into lava wasn’t a worry you instead fixated on getting down. Thanks to figuring out how to get up you had an easier time getting the hang of getting down.

Once your feet touched the ground the floating thing disappeared and gravity was restored to you, making you able to walk around normally again. You gave a small cheer, Azo snorting happily as you carried her back to your spot on one of the crimson mushroom tree tops. Once seated you let out a breath and felt your shoulders relax. You hadn’t even been aware they’d been so tense, but you guess it made sense what with how you just sorta had a weird physics related mishap. But now that you and little Azo were safe you felt like you could breathe again.

You took a golden apple out of your inventory and took a bite, the sweet juice soothing your metaphorical ruffled feathers. You noticed you mostly just eat for the taste now. Which was fine you guessed. When you glanced down you held the apple close to Azo’s face, asking in semi-good piglin if she wanted a bite, chuckling when she eagerly sunk her little teeth into the sweet fruity flesh of it. You gave her the rest and just watched the other Nether inhabitants mill about peacefully. Today had been a wild ride for sure. At least compared to your usual peaceful days. You leaned back against the lump of red fungus behind you, Azo cradled in your arms, and sighed calmly. You’d been ready to rest your eyes when you heard a soft ‘ping!’ that had you blinking back into focus. It was your communicator app thing. Thinking it was just Tubbo messaging you to say goodnight or something you casually opened the message. But when you did you raised an eyebrow at the note from your kid.

‘Tubbo whispers to you: the election is tomorrow afternoon, can you come?

‘Tubbo whispers to you: i’ve got a bad feeling.. i’m not trying to pull you into our mess’

‘Tubbo whispers to you: but idk i’d feel better if you were there.’

You had a bad feeling too… You hoped what you likely knew was going to happen DIDN’T happen but.. it probably was. So you sent back a quick reply to Tubbo.

‘You whisper to Tubbo: of course I will! you can show me around your home! :)

You tried to keep your reply upbeat and happy, not wanting to feed into the teenager’s worry. Even though you were probably more worried now that he was. But regardless.

It looked like you were visiting L’manburg.

#technoblade x reader #technoblade #c!techno #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!wilbur #piglin #piglin oc

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hi! could you possibly do the masked slashers taking off their mask for the first time in front of their s/o? perhaps jason and michael and/or whoever else you want! thank you! 🥰

sad story . i was almost finished with this ask when my computer reset and i lost everything . i am very sad , and trying my best to rewrite it .

hi! could you possibly do the masked slashers taking off their mask for the first time in front of their s/o? perhaps jason and michael and/or whoever else you want! thank you! 🥰

jason

his face . . . his deformities . it’s the reason he was bullied at camp . it’s the reason he was chased down the pier and shoved into the unforgiving lake . it’s the reason he heard laughter as he tried desperately to thrash his way to the surface . it’s the reason water filled his lungs . it’s the reason he drowned . the reason he died . so it’s no wonder that jason wants to hide that part of himself . the part that caused him so much pain and suffering .

jason is so very aware of his current state . he’s been half alive , half dead . a corpse , powerful and deadly and vengeful for years now . and time hadn’t been kind to him . the deformities that once marred his face have been changed . everything has changed about him , leaving him feeling as if his entire body is marred , and it is . he knows you can see it . the truth of his undead state . his skin a pale blue grey . his blood thick and slow moving , black as it oozes out of him . part of his left side has been eaten away , showing his ribs . injuries he’s received leaving deep , lasting impression into his slow healing body . he isn’t human . not anymore . he knows this . he knows you know this . you’ve seen him and stayed with him despite him being a moving corpse .

but his face . . . his face is different . long gone are the deformities that once marred his features . changed and warped into something he would find even more terrifying . you’ve told him so many times that you don’t mind how he is . that you love him besides it . but with a face that is mostly bone , strings of muscle and blue grey flesh keeping his jaw connected , how could you ever stay with him ? he was scared . terrified of what your reaction would be . he’s a monster . a monster with barely half a face .

it takes so long for him to finally take off the mask . and his shoulders slump , already defeated , already preparing to hear you scream and run and curse him . ready for you to see him as the monster he is . undead . unlovable . he doesn’t look you in the eyes . he looks down , not raising his head as his arm drops weakly to his side , the mask gripped harshly in his hand . he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking . so scared of your reaction .

the feeling of your warm hands cupping his jaw , those delicate fingers tracing over the bone , over his exposed teeth , over the flesh part of his upper cheek . the way you lift his head , looking over him , trying to find his eyes , trying to get him to look at you . you didn’t run . you didn’t scream . you stayed . still cupping his face as you whisper his name , wanting his attention . he’s slow to meet your eyes , but what he finds there has tears welling up , spilling over his broken face and your fingers . he finds love . so much love . so much acceptance . he can’t hold himself back now as he tugs you in , wrapping his arms around you . your forehead pressed to his as you whisper how much you love him , mask or no mask .

what he found in your eyes as you looked up him shattered him completely . he found that he was beautiful .

thomas

his skin condition hadn’t been bad . looking back at the very few pictures there were of thomas as a child confirmed that . it was obvious that there was something medically wrong , but nothing . . . dramatic . but the condition that thomas had wasn’t able to be treated . his family was poor , barely making ends meet each week . so thomas was not able to get the medical attention he needed that could had stopped the spread of his condition . there were no medicated creams to help heal blackened , dry skin . no pills to take that aided his body in healing . so it got worse . and worse . and people were cruel . and thomas found no sympathy for something he couldn’t control .

he was likened to a monster . a freak . diseased and dangerous . contagious almost . and he heard it from a very young age . he couldn’t help his looks . he didn’t know why people laughed , until they called him ugly . he didn’t know why people gasped in fear , until they called him scary . and being told this over , and over , and over , and over . . . he started to believe it . he was ugly . he was scary . a monster . a freak . hiding his face behind his hands , behind a mask , it made things easier for him , but that self hatred that lingered deep inside of himself only grew and grew .

thomas won’t take off his mask . he prefers to hide behind it . he doesn’t want to risk you seeing his face . to see how bad its gotten . he’s ugly . he is so ugly . and he doesn’t want you to see it . he doesn’t want you to change your mind . asking him to take off his mask has him flinching like you burned him . he’ll get up and stomp off , upset and hurt and self conscious . no , y/n . you can’t see . he can’t show you . he can’t bare to lose you . and he knows he loves you so much that he wouldn’t be able to let you go . and that would make him even more monstrous , wouldn’t it ?

the first time you see his face is an accident . it happens after passionate love making . the ties of his mask slipping and moving . he’s nuzzling into your neck , pressing kisses over sweat slick skin as he pulls up to look at you . oh , he loves to look at you as you come down from your pleasure . he doesn’t notice that his mask has slipped off . instead he’s too focused on staring down at you with adoration .

your eyes widen as you see what he’s been hiding from you . and he thinks the look in your eyes just you coming down , he doesn’t realize it’s from seeing him for the first time . he sighs softly when curious fingers filter over his lips , his cheeks . closing his eyes as he melts into your touch . he’s never felt your fingers on the ruined parts of his face before and -

thomas is grabbing your wrists suddenly . eyes wide as he looks to the side of your head and sees his mask . he panics , he’s sitting up , blindly grabbing for his mask as he hides his face in his hand . he’s shaking , panting , terror and fear breaking him down .

reach out to him . sit up and touch his back softly , rubbing slow circles there . oh , tommy . how could he think you love him any less because of his face ? kiss his back , his shoulders . wrap you arms around him . tell him how much you love him . that it’s okay . that it’s just a face . his face . the face of the man you love . and you love him for his face and despite it . hold him as he calms down . as he breaks and cries . as he’s reminded of the depth of your love and he basks in it .

bubba

bubba doesn’t see himself as ugly . fears of his face scaring others isn’t the reason he wears a mask . even all drayton’s yelling and shouting and cursing at him doesn’t make him feel ugly , it makes him feel stupid and useless . which is just as bad . so his masks have before kind of a buffer from that kind of abuse . they act more like a safety blanket . something to protect him from the outside world , from other people . the world is cruel and mean and dangerous . and he wants to feel safe .

his masks also work as tools of self expression , as an extension of himself . he has so many different ones for different moods and feelings depending on the day . you’ve counted at least seven so far , seeing some more than others . and while you loved bubba , you can’t help but be curious .

it starts innocently enough , just simply asking if you can see bubba without a mask on . sadly , the reaction you get isn’t what you hoped . bubba seems to panic . worried babbling and soft whines and violently shaking his head no . why would you want to take his mask off ? why ? were you going to hurt him ? were you going to be mean ? he didn’t want to take it off , he didn’t feel safe without it . why would you , the person he loves so much , want to make him feel unsafe ?

he is going to be worried , keeping away from you and even hiding for a day or two . give him some time . tell him you’re sorry , and that you didn’t mean to hurt his feelings . smother him in kisses and love and affection and all those worries will melt away . he’ll be back to his normal bubba self before you know it , even it if means you don’t get your curiosity fix .

the day you see his face is well . . . normal . simple . unexpected . lazing in your shared bed , reading a book , you only glance up and smile when bubba bounces into the room with barely contained excitement . you can’t help but smile as he goes through the closet and takes out his favorite dress . a little flowy blue number with yellow flowers and only the smallest of blood stains on the hem . bubba was feeling pretty today , you could tell . and gosh you loved seeing him so happy like this .

watching him from behind your book , enjoying this little moment of bubba , you stilled when he took off his mask . he wasn’t looking at you , no , he wasn’t even paying attention as he went through his many masks to find his pretty one . you were in shock . staring at his maskless features , taking in the true face of your loving country man . and you watched , even as he put on his other mask , the bright colors of make up on leathered skin clashing with his blue dress . but he turned and beamed at you , twirling and showing off . you could only laugh and compliment him . you hadn’t expected to see his real face , but you knew right here and right now that it really didn’t matter . you loved bubba masked or maskless . maybe you loved him more when he could express himself like this ,

brahms

he hadn’t wanted to wear a mask . to be completely honest he never even thought about it . it was his mother’s idea . coming from the fact that she couldn’t stand to see her son’s fire marred face . and brahms found out the truth after a tantrum was thrown about the mask , and his mother let this truth harshly fly out . he’d been devastated . his own mother didn’t want to see him . thought he was ugly . it’d been a painful experience . one that he kept close to his heart . he wasn’t the beautiful little boy his mother and father had once loved . now he was shameful and dirtied and kept hidden away . and he never took the mask off because of it .

that shame , that fear , that hatred of the ‘ ugly ’ part of himself is what keep his mask on once he’s out of the walls . you loved brahms the doll , the porcelain face it had . so it only made sense to him that you’d love him , brahms the man , and his porcelain face . he doesn’t think you’d love him as much if he took the mask off . his own mother came to hate his scars . you would too . he just knows it . so he stays hidden . as much as he can .

he won’t take the mask off in one go . it’s slow . it comes in moments . more and more of brahms’ face being shown to you . it starts when he wants a good night kiss . a real one . on his lips . he’s so shy about it . nervous fingers lifting the mask up just enough that you have access . and once he takes the slightest of kisses , he’s pulling his mask back down . he’ll revel in the feeling and soon want more real kisses . outside of the good night ones . soon he’ll want more than just those quick small kisses , he’ll want more . and when he gets them his mask is pressed up further , over his nose . he tries so hard to keep the mask on , but it’s hard when you’re so addictive . the first time you see brahms for all he is , his half fire marred face standing out in the moon light is the first time you give all of yourself to him . he’ll still wear the mask , taking it off only for sexy times , and even then not always , or when he needs to bathe . but he won’t be as scared , he won’t flinch away when you reach out to touch his face . he knows you won’t leave him . you’ve had every chance to and you stayed . and maybe , just maybe , he feels like he isn’t as hideous as his mother made him believe he was .

michael

you don’t get a choice on when this happens . you don’t get to ask . he’ll ignore you . or worse he’ll make it so you don’t ask him again . if he doesn’t want to take his mask off , he won’t . the entire reason he wears it is because it’s a comfort . like he’s in his own little world . no one can read him , or try to , there’s no pressing eyes of doctors and nurses looking for any twitch of muscle to over analyse . he feels strangely safe , strangely right , with his mask on . it’s the control he has with it on . no one knows who he is , what he truly looks like , and yet everyone knows who he is . it’s that fear , the fear of his prey not knowing , but knowing who and what he is .

michael doesn’t take off the mask . not when he sleeps . not when he showers . not during the moments when you two are doing . . . things . the closest thing you’ve ever seen of his face are those moments when you look up too soon from eating just in time to see him pull his mask down over his mask when he’s finished .and even then he glares at you for staring . irritated that you might have seen something , that you might have seen him .

it’s safe to say that you do not at all expect for a freshly cleaned and laundered michael to suddenly appear next to you while you were curled up on the couch watching tv . you didn’t even hear the shower go on or off . you hadn’t even heard him enter the house . turning with a half smile , startled at such a sudden appearance , you opened your mouth to welcome michael back home only to shout in shock as who was sat next to you .

instead of the masked man was . . . well a man . his face turned to the tv , but his eyes watching you in a sideways glance . there wasn’t any movement , michael stiff as you had your shock . he didn’t offer anything , just turning his gaze back to the tv . it takes a few minutes for it to settle in . for you to realize that this was michael . and you looked awed . your fingers twitching to reach out and touch him , but you know better . michael had already nearly broken your wrist once for simply touching over his mask before . as happy as you were to see his real face , you really wished michael would of chosen a gentler way of showing you .

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red; tom’s version|two.

chapter two: the lucky one. “You don’t feel pretty, you feel used”

pairing: Tom Holland x Reader story summary: you’re reminiscing through your relationship a month after the heartbreak and breakup. Wondering if it went wrong from the very start when Tom arrived at New York, and him being a cautionary tale or if the problems came along the way. Perhaps the key to find back your way to him is going back through the nice things before the heartbreak came. Or is it too painful to go all over again?

chapter summary: bottle caps, a red scarf and two coincidences that probably mean something warnings: angsty a bit, cussing, word count: 6.7k playlist (updated after each chapter, including Red songs+ other for the chapter): Spotify | Apple Music

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Present day. One month after the breakup.

Tom knew he had to stay quiet. Or rather, there was barely anything he could say while he was plotting his next words. He could barely believe he had a chance.

Walking down the streets with her quietly as he saw her, arranging her own thoughts. She had agreed to listen.

And he knew it was because whatever they’d felt, it made it worth it.

Y/N was angry. Not sad, angry. He had expected her to be crying. He didn’t want to be the reason why she would and he tried thinking he wasn’t. Though, deep inside, he was perfectly aware that he would be blamed for the tears that she’d shed in the last few months.

He wasn’t proud of that.

Guilt blinds. And Tom was blind in an attempt to shield. It was easier to shield on his own excuses that would serve barely as a plea to forgiveness.

Glares were directed at him. Her jaw was clenched and she had crossed her arms. The moment she’d realized what she’d agreed to, she’d turned stiff.

“Aren’t you cold?” Tom had tried asking.

“I don’t wish to speak to you.”

Fair.

And it was the middle of the night once again, how many times had they not walked under the stars with barely a destiny to reach. And now he was walking to his doom.

Y/N was mental.

In a good way. But the girl had taught him how insane you can be when it comes to relationships. In the best way possible, not as an insult.

Tom knew that he had fucked up. And he had been in New York for a while, though he hadn’t spoken to her directly, knowing that approaching her would only wound her.

It was colder now, Christmas was barely around the corner. In any other circumstance, it would’ve added to the romance.

Here it was just a bad omen of whatever would come next. The lights flickered as soon as they were walking past them.

“Are—are we not going to talk?” Tom questioned anyway. “I thought—“

Y/N shrugged. “I’m still deciding it, you see, I don’t know if I want to listen to you break my heart in an attempt of forged honesty.”

Tom dug his hands in his pockets. “I genuinely want to apologize.”

“And I genuinely don’t like you,” she snapped. “You see my problem?”

Tom sighed. “Fine,” he gulped. “But you are cold, that thing isn’t covering your neck or chest.”

Y/N had gone for a rather inadequate option for a cold winter day. Though Tom would agree that the black dress had been yet another punch to his stomach, all of course with an attempt to make him regret it, it was still rather unsuitable for the freezing city. But she looked stunning.

Her coat barely covered her, and her crossed arms were probably more of an attempt to warm herself and it served as a clear exposition of her anger.

She didn’t answer, however.

“You could wear this,” Tom offered, showing her the red scarf that once belonged to her. Tom liked to think that it now belonged to them.

The red scarf that had become a token to their relationship. From the very first day.

Y/N looked at it, and reluctantly took it. “It’s only because I’m cold.”

But Tom wanted to think it wasn’t only because of that. Wearing the scarf meant she was opening a door for him.

Seeing her again had been quite different from what Tom had expected, her hair was different and her makeup too. Her gaze seemed lost.

Whoever was standing beside him didn’t seem like her. She was a stranger, a very familiar one. But there wasn’t that visible spark that he’d fallen for. Not that he wouldn’t be able to love the figure in front of him but he feared he was the reason for its disappearance.

“It smells like you,” y/n whispered as she wrapped the scarf around her neck.

Tom smiled, briefly. “I’ve been wearing it. Your own smell wore out,” he regretted saying that. “That sounded way too creepy or cheesy.”

“Both, somehow,” she agreed. “Don’t ever say that kind of shit again.”

Tom gulped a chuckle, “noted.”

There was still that y/n in there, the one that liked the kind of cheesy things that he could say. The ones that came up at the right moment. Though, there was still that y/n that didn’t take any bullshit.

Tom hadn’t gone exactly through diamonds and sparkles after the breakup. And the city was now quite different from when it had first received him. Now covered with dark smoke and trash, with only skeletons of trees.

Guilt drowns. And Tom was, undoubtedly, drowning in a drought. Everything had dried off yet he felt like he could barely breathe.

Knowing you’re the reason for someone’s hurt is no fantasy.

And he was broken, too. Very, very broken. However, he knew he was seen as the bad guy here and he wouldn’t call himself less, and he wouldn’t admit he was aching too.

So he was trying to ignore it.

Her apartment building hadn’t changed. Not that Tom had expected it to, but it was nice to come to a familiar place. He noticed the stairs were still rusty and unclean and creaked as he walked in. New creaks had come in that he hadn’t memorized yet. He hoped he would have the chance to.

Y/N stopped at her door, with more questions than answers to give him.

“I really don’t know if I can do this,” she admitted to him. “But I know that if I don’t give you a chance to explain yourself I’ll never forgive myself.”

“That’s fair. But…I’ll do whatever you want me to, but please let me explain it to you,” he begged. “I—If you want me to leave New York and never come again I’ll understand.”

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned against the door, a red door that would open to memories he couldn’t quite forget.

“I already said I would listen,” she recalled. “But—“ her eyes met his, they looked tired. “I am having an inner monologue on why this is stupid.”

“Care to share?”

She took a heavy breath, “Well, you see, Tom, if that even is your real name…”

“Really? You’re—“Tom tried hard not to roll his eyes. “Yes, my name is Tom.”

“Tom….”

“Holland.”

“Hm, interesting. Holland, I remembered it being something else. You’re a liar, just making sure,” she said. “I’m—I just feel stupid. Because I shouldn’t be feeling this way for such a short relationship, is that even—was it? Can we even call it that?”

Her words felt bitter to Tom’s own tongue. He understood why she was defensive. “Yes.”

“Well, I don’t fucking know, maybe we confused whatever we were feeling with love, or—“

“I didn’t—“

“Could be easy, Tommy, you’re an actor, actors, as far as I know, act, and man did you play such an amazing role,” she snarled as she opened her door, leading the way. “Be quiet, by the way, I don’t want to wake up Lula or Jules.”

Tom walked in into what seemed a messed snapshot of how he remembered the place. It was the same, in essence. But sadder. The apartment still had a few sweaters here and there, and y/N’s notebooks all over it.

He could see Lula’s leftovers in their coffee table and some candy wraps that Julia had probably been eating while reading her book.

He turned to that one corner and saw it, the jukebox that had been what had defined y/n’s and his relationship. He dug his hand into his pocket to search for the locket y/n had given back. Tom squeezed it as he searched in his pocket for something else.

Guilt kills. And Tom was dying.

“Here,” Tom said as he reached out for three beer caps in his pocket, “I brought these to you,” he offered them to her, knowing there were jars full of them.

Y/N collected them. Or rather, it was her latest collection that she’d later use for her art. Or whatever she was into at the moment.

The apartment was small. It had two bedrooms which they all shared. They’d rotate whoever had the luck to have the single room. So small. And yet it felt so big.

Y/n pursed her lips but then took the beer caps and placed them on the counter.

“We’re going to the roof,” y/n said. “I’m just getting us some wine—No,” she shook her head, probably realizing that having wine would make the moment a tad more romantic or cuddly than she expected it to be. “Make yourself useful and make some tea, I’ll go change myself, I’m freezing.”

She’d brought blankets and a hoodie he hadn’t remembered he had left. They didn’t have to go to the roof, Julia was staying with Matt and Lula was not back yet from wherever she was.

She had stayed quiet, for a bit. Cuddled up in the same couch where they—

“Do you like your tea?” Questioned Tom.

She looked up. “Yeah, you can add that to your many talents. Right before lying.”

“I make better tea than lies? Good to know.”

Y/N shrugged. “How long have you been here?”

“A… few days,” Tom admitted. “I have been trying to walk up to your door but I keep getting lost in the subway, and when I did come here I panicked and cried.”

Y/N shrugged. “I thought I saw you, the other day,” she said.

“Oh?”

“It wasn’t you,” y/n confessed. “So I just yelled at a poor stranger. I—I genuinely feel sorry for him.”

Tom tried not to chuckle. “What did you yell?”

“I called him a bastard and asked what was wrong with him,” she scrunched her nose. “Not my proudest moment. I was kicked out of the bus.”

Tom gulped. “I’m sorry,” he took a deep breath. “You can yell at me if that helps.”

She shrugged. “No, I think I’m good, I let it all out with him,” she grimaced. “But I might just—“she picked up a pillow and threw it at him with barely any energy.

“Fair enough,” he nodded. “But I can be your punching bag, I deserve it,” he admired. “I see the jukebox,” Tom said, motioning to it.

She shrugged. “Yeah, would be stupid if you didn’t. It’s quite big. Barely any space left.”

Tom chuckled. “I meant—“

“No, no, I know what you mean. I’m trying to ignore it,” y/n admitted. “I notice it too, every day. Almost threw it away.”

Tom nodded. “Why didn’t you?”

“Well, it’s a very functional jukebox, the music on it,” she said. “It would be stupid to throw out something like that.”

Tom had expected a different answer, one rather more romantic. Like, that maybe throwing it out would’ve meant throwing him away.

“Right. I’m surprised the cops haven’t come for it.”

She smiled.

She… smiled?

She smiled.

Tom hadn’t thought he would see it again. So comforting. And genuine. Not forced.

“It’s not stolen,” she reminded him, “not really.”

Tom decided to smile back, but to himself. He couldn’t really look her in the eye.

“I guess I also kept it for the same reason why you kept that stupid scarf,” y/n added. Quieter now.

Tom took a deep breath. “It’s a fashionable accessory.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “It’s been out of fashion for 10 years.”

“Trends come back.”

Y/N looked up. “Not when they're horrible, no,” she said with a heavy breath. “I don’t—“She shook her head. “No, we can’t do this.”

“Do what?” Tom questioned.

“Talk like you didn’t break my heart,” she snarked, gulping down her thoughts. “I always knew your heart never truly belonged to me, you know?” y/n said, holding to her mug. The tea was probably cold now. As so were they.

Tom was taken aback by that statement. “I—at the beginning—“

“No, it never truly did. Not completely.”

“I—“ but Tom didn’t have an answer to it.

The night was cold and New York was still awake. But it felt like it was them and only them even if they felt like oceans apart. He hated it. The first time he’d ever been truly lucky he had run out of luck.

Y/N watched him. “I always knew it was meant to be for a short time and I didn’t need anything more, I somehow knew that you’d hurt me,” she explained.

Tom had never meant to go this far. “I never meant—“

“Imagine if you had meant it though, how crushed would I have been. It wasn’t your intention, and yet I ended up crying on the floor,” she said, ironically

Tom couldn’t say more but an “I am so sorry.”

“I know you are,” she said. “I hope you are.”

Tom stared at her, “I am.”

Y/N directed him a single glance. “I don’t think you understand, Tom. This month has been the shittiest in my life.”

Tom didn’t have enough words to apologize. Or he had too many to say. Instead, he could word out anything.

“The worst part is that you also gave me the best fucking days of my life,” she continued. “So I’m at a crossroads here. Because there’s a part of me that thinks it was all bullshit and there’s also the part that knows it couldn’t be.”

Tom watched her. “It was not bullshit,” he said. “It was real.”

“That’s the worst part,” she pointed out. “I think, yeah, all of it being real then it makes it hurt even more because that means I lost the best thing to ever happen to me and you lost something so real.”

Tom nodded. “I lost the best thing to ever happen to me, too.”

Y/N was, without a doubt, the best thing he’d never looked for.

“Did you lose it because of me? Or did you lose me?” She quickly questioned, raising her brows.

Y/N was also a murderer.

“Well,” she took a deep breath, ignoring his sight as he was trying to know how to Answer. “You better start explaining yourself.”

“Before I—I… I… Right, well—Before I came here—I—Ella—“

She closed her eyes. “Actually, no.”

Tom paused, in fear.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, we will….” Y/N tried arranging her thoughts. “Tell me from the moment you hopped on the plane.”

Tom stayed quiet.

“I need to know how it looked from the moment you arrived, not… before, although I’m risking the fact you’re an unreliable narrator.”

“I am a terrible narrator,” he admitted.

Two months before the breakup. Tom’s version.

Tom remembered how little it had taken him to make the decision to escape. He had decided to escape from what everyone told him he should love.

With a backpack, his passport and a half ass made suitcase, he had hopped on the first flight to New York. No regrets as it had taken off. Sweet Escape airlines had been so kind to him.

Not telling anyone about it. To their eyes, he probably was only late to a party, and they’d see him in a few minutes with an excuse of an apology.

Yet, he was on a plane. Escaping from the perfect life.

They always said how lucky he was. Didn’t they? How incredible it was to have what he had. Because he had everything.

And he was running away from it. He watched the people on the plane, his seat was unflattering, next to an old lady who seemed to be rather impolite.

He remembered when he had made the decision to run out, the night before, a camera flash had blinded him and time had suddenly stopped. Just a few hours before hopping on the plane. Everyone expected him to do something he was not ready for. Everyone thought it would come.

Even Eleanor.

Especially Eleanor. Ella was probably counting only the minutes for his arrival. He had promised her he would be there.

No one could ever judge Tom for the decision he had made. Well, everyone would. But Tom liked to believe they couldn’t. As a technicality, that is. That they had absolutely no right to do it.

His parents wouldn’t be proud of it. Too bad.

Tom was nervous, though. The decision had been, undoubtedly, rushed. He hadn’t shown up to that early brunch.

Still wearing a suit, with a white buttoned shirt unbuttoned on his neck. He had still almost gone to that brunch in that FancyAss restaurante.

A brunch? He thought to himself. How incredibly out of character it seemed, he had become a caricature of whatever they wanted him to be.

Did he have to apologize to Eleanor? He didn’t want to.

He really didn’t want to.

He looked at his phone, Harry was calling him. A few other texts from his mother, too. Two missed calls from Ella. Probably wondering why he was late. He hoped they didn’t wait for him, for he would never arrive.

New York was a bit far from it.

The whole flight had been him trying to figure out if it was a good choice.

But he was given an ultimatum, and when those come you have to decide.

His decision was to go to New York. And it was the best choice.

It was, of course, but it was alright to doubt it. It was not likely of him to simply run away.

He didn’t have it all figured out. And that’s why he was clutching his backpack. He was chasing a dream that he didn’t even know he had.

Maybe that’s why he was running away. He didn’t know who he was. But of course he had heard it, how he looked like a million bucks. And he had said it to everyone else the night before, how the stars looked like diamonds in the skies.

He was making a name for himself, he knew that. Or rather, they were making a name for him. And he didn’t know who he was.

The flight was rather short, or maybe Tom barely had any time to think about it.

Running away from his own country, from his family, friends and from Ella, whom he barely had a title for right now.

The city was quick to receive him with bustling crowds, people pushing and rushing. But also opening up as he was walking in. Dancing around him.

How magical. He thought to himself as he tried texting Harrison, hoping his best friend wouldn’t mind receiving him at his place.

Tom managed to get a taxi that was waiting right outside the airport.

He hopped in and grinned to himself proudly. He was there.

With a new city ahead of him and no one expecting anything from him. With no one telling him what to do, with no one giving him an ultimatum and no one with orders for him.

“Where to?” Asked the taxi driver, as he stared from the mirror.

Tom, though he was not proud of it, was having a moment. “I’m running away from my life,” Tom explained. “don’t you ever get tired of the role you’re supposed to play? Like you were not meant to play it but now you’re too stuck in it.”

“Man, I'm sorry, I ain’t got no time for that kind of poeticbullshit, I need an address.”

The moment ended quickly. “Right. Sorry. I’m an idiot… uh, it’s this one.” Tom had to look up for Haz’s address.

“Every time,” the driver sighed, chuckling. “Why do y’all think New York is some sort of magical city that will give you the answer to whatever you’re going through.”

Tom’s smile widened sarcastically, “Well, isn’t it?”

“Guess it is, in a way, but I’ll tell you something,” the driver stated, “whatever you think New York will give to you, it'll be the very opposite. It won’t be what you want but it might just be what you need.”

“Oh really?” Tom chuckled, “who’s the one with the poetic crap now?”

“No, I’m messing with you, damn all you tourists believe that kind of thing huh? New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of huh.”

“It’s what we’re sold,” Tom gave in.

“That sounds pretty, don’t it? To not get what you want but what you need.”

“It does.”

In a way, he was right. Tom would’ve thought he needed a break. To escape. That’s what he wanted right?

But what did he need?

The city welcomed him with a short rain, the water reflected the twinkling lights, as the shadows were reflecting the life he had left behind. The people rushed with their coats, as they were off to their lives. And it felt like he was finally breathing.

Although he would not share his thoughts with the driver again, Tom thought this was what he needed. A new start with no one that would judge him.

That’s probably why he’d chosen New York, the people are too busy living their own crazy lives to focus on someone so insignificant like him. He didn’t have to be whoever he was before, the pretty face, the cool guy everyone liked.

No, he was a guy in a stupid cab, and not to be worried if they said he hadn’t chosen a better ride, on a bigger car.

No, no announcement of whatever he was going to do on the papers because his dad had arranged it.

No, now he was but what he always wanted to be. One of those cautionary tales that they tell about people who go mad and escape and live.

He was a legend now.

Maybe they were right, he was lucky. He was lucky because he had finally made it out of there.

And he saw the lights, with Broadway shows waiting for him, with new adventures coming. With a new life that he wanted to create. The Broadway signs changed to Tom’s sight.

‘A very new life for the Lucky One.’ Starring Tom Holland.

A new beginning.

Maybe he was lucky. Though he never wanted to be in the spotlight. He constantly was, though.

Except, of course, for the fact that Haz hadn’t really answered his text the way he wanted to.

Haz probably didn’t believe Tom that he was in the city.

He would just knock at the door then.

“Well man, I hope whatever kind of role you want you get it,” the driver had said as Tom had hopped off.

Harrison’s building was far from fancy. Harrison had often described it as an ‘affordable pigsty’. Tom wouldn’t describe it as anything else.

But it was perfect. The perfect stage for his new charade.

Tom carried the now heavier backpack and suitcase up and was lucky enough that someone had entered the building so he could go up and show up uninvited to Haz’s apartment. If he could call it that.

He knocked, two times and Haz opened the door.

“Piss off, you’re not actually here!” Was the way Haz had decided to greet.

Tom laughed. “I fucking am.”

“You bastard,” Haz grinned before pulling his friend into a hug. “No way, I didn’t believe you. Man, I’m so glad to see you!”

“You too, man your place is…” Tom couldn’t finish.

“A pigsty but it’s home, I’ll make some place.”

And they had.

Haz had left a few years ago, with a dream in his head and a chance to make it. Or… a chance to get a chance to make it.

Leaving London had been quite such a simple decision for him. An inspiring actor that could’ve made it back at home but decided to leave for New York? It was stupid, honestly. Very anticlimactic of him.

But like Tom, Harrison had to escape before he was pulled in.

Just like Tom had been, tangled up. Tom’s ‘big break’ had yet to come but his family had managed to get him to the rising star he was.

He loved what he did, acting was definitely his true passion but not like this. Not buying his way into parts, not going out with someone so he could be considered. Hanging around with the right people just so they could get him a role.

Haz had gone for plays instead, and Tom knew he was fantastic. But he also had to get his big break. The industry had a funny way to say this.

“So, you just left?” Haz asked with a beer in his hand as he’d taken Tom to his favorite bar. Beers were cheaper there, and given that it was a Thursday, the happy hour lasted longer.

The bar was different from what Tom had expected. An old jukebox that was playing odd songs, colorful things. Very odd.

“I bloody just left,” Tom admitted. “What was I supposed to do?”

Harrison rubbed his face, “I dunno.”

“I couldn’t keep pretending,” Tom said, as he played with the bottle. “I—It wasn’t me.”

“But didn’t you just get cast in—something important?” He questioned.

Tom sighed, “Not for talent, no.”

He had seen a girl walk up to the jukebox and pay again to play “Twist and Shout” by The Beatles, she moved her head along to the song.

“Man, who bloody cares?” Haz rolled his eyes bringing the attention back to him. “You’re getting somewhere! You look pretty, you’re cool, and you’re getting somewhere.”

Tom knew where Haz was coming from. Things were going perfectly, one could argue. But it didn’t feel real. It was just a game of make believe where Tom had eventually been dug in.

“It wasn’t that,” Tom admitted. “Ella gave me an ultimatum.”

Harrison stopped, probably now understanding more why he had left. “And how do you feel about that?”

Tom stared at his beer. “Not how I’m supposed to.”

Harrison watched him. “One can only pretend for so long.”

“Yeah,” Tom sighed as he undressed the beer bottle.

“Does anyone know you escaped?” Haz asked.

Tom grimaced, pulling out his phone, turned off. “No, well, Harry knows, I told him I had left but didn’t tell him where to,” he said before unwillingly turning it back on, to show the billion notifications popping up. Multiple text messages, missed calls. “I need a new phone so I can keep this one turned off.”

“I think you should tell someone, otherwise they’re going to call the police or something,” Haz suggested.

Tom sighed, “Before I do let me go get another round,” he said as he headed to the bar.

Though Tom should’ve known right then and there that his life would change, he was very oblivious as he saw a couple. The beautiful girl sitting right beside… some guy. The very same girl who had played ‘Twist and Shout’.

She wasn’t smiling anymore, and Tom could only interpret her stare as something unpleasant. The guy and her were both stiff.

Tom couldn’t blame the guy because he was often criticized for also being like him. Not being able to make the beautiful girl beside him smile. Not understanding her worth and brilliance as anyone else in the room did.

She had dressed up, it seemed, just for her very date and he was just… there. The guy was simply an unuseful accessory adorning her side. His eyes were glued to the TV on the bar, a program that seemed to be very uneventful.

Tom often liked overhearing conversations, and this time wasn’t an exception.

“I recently discovered my new collection,” the girl said. Tom noticed the scarf on her neck,“I will start collecting bottle caps.”

The guy looked over, “Is it going to be for your new project that you’ll never finish?”

“I will finish it,” she said as she took off the scarf, now playing with it, tying and untying it. “And I’m going to ask Ben here to save me as many as he can.”

“Y/N,” the guy said. Pretty name, thought Tom. Fitting. “You never finish them.”

“Art is never finished, William,” the girl, y/n, defended again. “It’s only… abandoned.”

“My point,” The guy, William, rolled her eyes, “You never get through with them.”

“I do,” she defended herself. “You just never pay attention to it.”

Tom watched her frustration. Even then the guy wasn’t really into the conversation. He didn’t blame him, really. But he was more on y/n’s side.

“I think you should pay attention to more important stuff. Instead of wasting your time doing whatever.”

“Art isn't whatever,” she sighed, and then frowned, noticing Tom was watching them.

“I’m not saying it’s whatever, y/n, but you’ve got to have other dreams rather than collecting beer caps.”

Y/N looked away, “It’s for a painting.”

“A painting you’ll get bored of eventually, it’s always the same, y/n,” the guy was still too busy with his own beer watching the TV.

Y/N clenched her jaw but then directed her glance at Tom, still intrigued by the conversation.

Tom cleared his throat as he finally got his beers, the guy opened them for him but Tom asked for the beer caps.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but listen,” Tom admitted before giving her the beer caps. “Good luck on your project.” The girl finally smiled as the guy accompanying her glared at him.

Tom shrugged and dedicated them both a smile before going back to Harrison. Had Tom been William he would’ve appreciated that someone made his girl smile, it was a waste not to share her smile with the world.

And Tom, out of everyone, understood what the girl had said, people bringing him down were always for him so to have genuine support from a stranger would help her. And him.

Yes never getting anything done but still having a passion for it was accomplishment enough.

“So what’s your plan?” Haz asked as soon as he was back. Tom watched the girl, still.

“I have none,” Tom admitted, watching as y/n and William were still arguing, probably now over the fact that Tom had left the beer caps. He didn’t feel guilty, even when both of them were pointing at him as the argument kept going. “I will just—Get a break for a few days. A well deserved vacation.”

Haz watched him. “Right.”

“You know, be a tourist,” Tom shrugged. “I—I dunno I just needed to get out,” Tom sipped from his bottle as his eyes were glued to the couple, now arguing loudly but not loud enough to be understood.

Haz followed his gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“Dunno, they’re odd,” Tom shrugged. But they weren’t really. He just saw his future, so uninterested to the girl beside him.

“Not really, you should get used to that,” Haz said. “But—You’re going to tell Harry, right!”

“Problem is,” Tom brought back the attention to Haz. “I don’t think Harry will be able to keep the secret.”

Harrison crossed his arms. “What are you really doing here Tom? You do realize that you’re hurting everyone—“

“Yeah, yeah fuck that, I know, I feel guilty. But—I can’t anymore. I couldn’t fucking stay there, not anymore,” Tom snapped. “It’s not Ella’s fault. Well not entirely but—“

“No, I know,” Haz rolled his eyes, “guess the perfect life can get boring.”

Harrison thought so too then. That Tom had the perfect life. How was it perfect? How was it really? Tom was not perfect. He was far from it, nothing about it was spectacular. He wasn’t living. Even though everyone around him thought he was having the time of his life Tom couldn’t help but feel miserable.

He wasn’t getting what he truly wanted. He didn’t enjoy the roles he was getting or the parties he was attending. He was far from what his dream was. And though his ‘breakout’ would come eventually and he’d have the chance to be who he wanted to be, it wasn’t coming any time soon and he doubted that he’d be able to be happy.

Or maybe he would be. He needed a break.

Tom caught up with Haz, his life, his misery and whatever the conversation led to, it’s fair to say that Tom’s head could barely pay any attention. His decision was sinking. He’d escaped his life.

He saw the girl from before leave, with the guy following her with frustration.

“They’re gonna break up,” Haz said watching them too.

Tom saw the girl had left the unfashionable red scarf behind.

He expected them to come back for them but they didn’t.

Eventually, Tom and Haz left. Tom picked up the scarf. He tried to say that it was a little reminder that he’d helped someone. He had actually been drawn to it. He couldn’t explain why. So he kept that idea.

Of course, he’d seen the red scarf and then regretted instantly taking it. Haz had judged him too.

“Why the fuck would you pick up a stranger’s scarf?”

“Because.”

The next day, with very little sleep and a bit of a headache from the jet lag and the beers, and after telling Haz he’d be productive, he decided he wouldn’t be and instead he wanted to visit a museum. Again, he was unsure as to why he wanted to go there. Lately he only followed his instinct.

But then again he had escaped so he could do whatever he wanted, and going to a museum seemed like something they’d never expect him to do. So that’s what he did.

But of course, he didn’t know much about art or anything so he decided he’d end up at the MET. Where else would he start?

He had planned getting on the subway but he decided he didn’t have time to memorize it and he didn’t want to look like an idiot so instead he took another cab. He didn’t tell the drivers this time any poetic bullshit.

When he got to the MET, he was immediately lost. Tom had this stupid habit of never knowing where the hell he was.

He didn’t mind this time. He would take the time to explore, to think to himself. To stare and read and to learn a little.

How ironic it seemed to be at the place where so many people were at. Basic, maybe but he was still enjoying it.

The big walls and endless exhibitions were making him feel small. And he hadn’t felt that way in a while. He liked that.

His path wasn’t being decided and he only followed his heart. He got to the musical instruments exhibitions.

A piano made him stop. It resonated with him. In some sorts, or it was interesting enough for him to make him stop.

“That’s the oldest surviving piano,” a voice mentioned from behind.

Tom blinked, realizing he had stared too long at it. “Oh?” He looked back at the voice and though Tom did not believe in coincidences he couldn’t help but think this was an oddly magical one.

The beer cap girl from the night before.

“Yeah, it dates back to 1538 and was created by—pardon my pronunciation—Bartolomeo Cristofori, the Italian man who is credited with inventing the piano,” she said, staring at it too. Her hair was slightly messed up. Wearing an overall that was covered with slight paint stains, a white cardigan over it.

“Oh, I would’ve never thought that,” Tom said. “It looks old.”

“Yeah,” she hadn’t looked at him, she was too entranced by it, her arms were crossed. “It's very old.”

Tom stared at her instead, how weird it was. He should’ve brought the scarf. No, that would’ve been weird, weirder than taking it.

“So you work here?” Tom questioned.

“No, I’m just incredibly good at lying,” she stated.

“Wha-what?”

“That fact I gave you, yeah that was a lie,” she grinned and finally turned to him. She tilted her head.

“Oh it sounded… very real,” Tom felt like an idiot.

“Yeah, I’ve worked on that for a while, lying to tourists, you’re my first one of the day,” she said. “So, a pleasure lying to someone with an accent.”

“It sounded very real,” Tom cleared his throat.

“I know, it’s a real fact, just slightly twisted,” she grinned. “I gave you the date wrong.”

Tom coughed. “Oh.”

“Yeah, and you straight up believed me,” she grinned. “The date is right there yet you listened to a random weirdo,” she grinned.

Tom blushed, “well, you sounded very—“

“No, don’t feel bad, it’s an art, lying to people,” she grinned.

He nodded in agreement.

She watched him curiously, “Do I know you?”

Tom faked to not recognize her. “I don’t think so.”

She narrowed her eyes, examining him head to toe. Then stopping at his face. “No, wait, were you at Bennie’s Beer Garden last night?”

She had recognized him.

“Uh—I was at a bar,” he decided to fake ignorance. “Oh—“he snapped his finger. “Wait are you—?”

“Beer cap girl, yeah,” she smiled. “Yeah, that was me, but I looked better last night.”

Tom smiled, “No, you look fine.”

“What a coincidence, thanks for the beer caps, by the way,” she chuckled. “How weird, and now you’re the first one I lie to.”

“It’s a pleasure, thank you,” Tom laughed.

“You must think I’m crazy, collecting beer caps and lying to strangers,” she blushed now, stepping back from him.

Tom did think that. In a good way. The girl seemed to be whatever he wanted to be: a fucking weirdo that don’t give two shits about anything in life.

“Surprisingly, no,” Tom shook his head. “I would lie to people instead if I was good at lying.”

Ironic, it seemed. Didn’t he make a living out of lying? Didn’t he technically lie his way through life?

“Yes, it's very tiring work, people say they don’t like being lied to,” she said. “I do, that’s why I love reading whatever is trending on twitter.”

Tom cackled, and turned his attention back to the piano.

“I’m y/n, by the way,” she mentioned casually.

“Tom,” he answered simply.

Y/N nodded. “So, Tom, what's your favorite lie supplier?”

“I watch movies,” he said, “or celebrity gossip.”

“A classic,” Y/N grinned. “Yeah, we all choose the lies we want to believe, I guess.”

“People like that, believing lies and feeling like they’re true,” Tom gave in. “Especially if they’re pretty. They help us escape reality.”

Y/N nodded slowly, and smirked. “We are getting deep now, huh?”

What the fuck did New York do to Tom that he randomly said poetic bullshit to strangers. He was embarrassed. “I—sorry.”

“No, no, I like that,” y/n was excited. “I guess you’re right. Lies are a way to cover something.”

“Yes, sometimes lying means protecting,” Tom bit his lip.

Y/N tilted her head. “Is it really?” She didn’t want to agree. “I would say lying is a way to actively hurt someone.”

“Well, were you trying to hurt me with your lie?” Tom challenged.

She licked her lips, defeated. “In a way,” she gave in. “I was trying to misinform you. So.”

“Well, what if the truth hurts more?” Tom questioned.

Y/N took a deep breath. “Then it’s a paradox.”

“Excuse me,” Someone interrupted them. “I’m sorry, y/n? I thought you weren’t coming today.”

Y/N smiled, “oh yeah, I wasn’t, I just forgot something in my locker and decided to walk around.”

The other guy turned to Tom. “Did she give you a fake fact?”

Tom chuckled, “she most certainly did.”

“Y/N, you can’t keep doing that,” the guy warned her. “You’re gonna get fired.”

Y/N grinned as she watched the guy go.

“I thought you didn’t work here,” Tom chuckled.

Y/N smiled mischievously, “I do, just another lie I said to you. You’re very lucky, two lies in one.”

Tom chuckled. “huh. Yeah, lucky me.”

“Yes, now if you’ll excuse me, little British man,” she grinned. “I’ll go lie to other people, nice lying to you.”

Tom grinned. “Yeah, yeah, nice… believing your lies.”

“Enjoy the Met,” she grinned. “Hope I get to see you again, thanks for the beer caps.”

“Thanks for the… lies,” he said, watching her leave. Maybe he was lucky.

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Patience

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Prompt: #patience

Summary: at Tommy and Grace’s wedding, you start to think that maybe it’s time to face the truth. Something’s broken and you’re not sure you can fix it.

Warnings: angst, drinking

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“Can we at least pretend to be fine?” you asked your husband, standing next to him in a corner of the great room. It was probably the biggest wedding you had ever been to. Arrow House was beautifully decorated, whoever took care of the ornaments paid meticulous attention to every detail. Nevertheless, the tension between the Shelbys and the cavalry was something that no one could ignore; everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, for a single wrong move could potentially ruin the whole ceremony. Moreover, the fact that things between you and Arthur weren’t going too well didn’t help. You were either fighting or ignoring each other, with some sporadic moments of peace in-between. Even in those moments, there was nothing of the spontaneity that had always distinguished your relationship. It all happened gradually, until you became two strangers living in the same house.

He took a sip from his flask, not looking at you.

“It seems like you have enough problems for tonight anyway” you mumbled the last sentence, crossing your arms over your chest. His brows furrowed in agitation as he glanced at you, shifting uncomfortably in his place. He was never good at hiding things from you.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean”

You weren’t stupid. You had noticed the way the Shelby brothers were on edge, waiting for someone. It wasn’t just a wedding. The race and the fighting match going on outside the house were the proof. You had known the Shelbys long enough to learn their tricks. A distraction to hide something. You wondered how much time it would take for your husband to disappear again. He didn’t reply, putting the flask back in his vest pocket.

“It’s nothing too important” he vaguely said, leaning against the wall and fiddling with his watch. “Just business”

It was clear that he was trying to get away from that conversation, but wouldn’t let him win so easily.

“Oh, now I understand” you narrowed your eyes “you don’t know anything about it. You just do what Tommy tells you to do”

His silence gave you the answer. You tried to look calm, but on the inside you were raging. You weren’t angry with him, at least not completely; what was making you furious was the fact that Arthur was going to put himself in danger again, without even knowing the reason.

“I heard someone speaking Russian” you said at some point. “I remember you saying Russians are not people to mess with. What changed your mind?” you inquired, turning to look at him.

“I trust him”

“You trust him” you scoffed.

“Yeah I do”

“Of course you do. But I don’t.”

“I thought we had to pretend to be fine” he changed the subject.

Before you had the chance to reply, Tommy gestured towards him from the opposite side of the room. Arthur nodded and moved away from the wall. He placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed a kiss on your temple, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “I’ll be right back”

You watched him while he walked away, with an apprehensive look on your face.

He blindly did what his brother wanted, not expecting an explanation or caring about the consequences. Then he ended up broken, riddled with guilt and it became harder and harder for him to pick up the pieces. The hardest part was that there was nothing you could do to lift that weight off of his shoulders.

You looked at Grace, a big smile lit up her features as she talked with some family members. She probably didn’t know anything either. Even though you didn’t really like her, a wave of compassion hit you. It was meant to be her day, after all. You shook your head, taking a glass of champagne from the silver plate held by a server who walked by, drinking it in one go. She would learn really soon that Shelby wives had no say in their husbands’ business.

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You watched as everyone slowly left the room; some guests were so drunk that they couldn’t even stand. Four hours later, you still didn’t know where Arthur was. Maybe it was time to start looking for him. You walked out the house, shivering at the contact with the cold breeze. A figure sitting alone on the stairs caught your attention. When you sat next to him, he didn’t even raise his head.

You took a moment to look at him. With his loose tie and disheveled hair, he looked drained. At the same time, his messy appearence made him look younger, almost like when you met. But a melancholic gaze had replaced his boyish grin and in the man in front of you there seemed to be nothing of the boy you had met all those years ago.

You didn’t know what to do. Did he want to talk about what happened? Or did he want to be left alone?

He removed his coat, placing it on your shoulders.

“Don’t ask” he simply said, as if he could read your mind.

You rested with your head on his shoulder, looking at the way the grass moved in the wind. You sat there in silence, not saying a word even after all the guests were gone.

“How did we get to this point?” you asked all of a sudden. There was no accusation in your voice, just a bitter sadness. “We used to always tell each other everything. To talk about everything. What changed?”

“We changed. You realised that some things will always stay the same, that this is how our life is” he observed, shrugging his shoulders “and I...I’m not a good man. I want to be a good man, but I’m not”

He was right. Something broke between the two of you long ago, something you couldn’t fix. The worst thing was that you didn’t even know why. It just happened. You grew apart. As much as you tried to ignore it, the truth was right in front of your eyes. It became clear that day, when you saw how happy Grace and Tommy looked despite the circumstances, how their love showed through every glance and gesture. You and Arthur hadn’t looked at each other like that in a long time.

But you desperately wanted to think that a part of the man you fell in love with was still there, under the the violence and the drinking and the killing. You could see it in the way he wanted to be good so bad, in his sensitivity, in the way on certain nights his arms still felt welcoming. Even in the way he was always loyal to his brother, no matter how it hurt him. And you didn’t wanna believe that everything was lost.

“I still love you, Arthur”

It was true. Love couldn’t go away just like that. It was not something you could turn off when you wanted to. A part of you wished you could, because it would’ve been easier. You could’ve called a solicitor, packed your things and left the house- you even got to the point of almost doing it- but the love that bound you to him stopped you every time. Because the thought of being away from him made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. You never thought that unconditional love actually existed, but what else could you call the bond that forced you to to stay even when you didn’t see the point?

He didn’t say a word, but you knew he loved you too. He didn’t need to say it out loud. The way he he sighed in relief and brought you closer to him gave you the answer you needed.

Maybe it wasn’t everything lost, after all. You didn’t know if you would ever be able to fix it, but you could try. You chose to ignore once again the part of you that told you that love wasn’t enough. With patience, things could get better.

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Face Reality (Part 12)

Title: Secrets Fester (but they aren’t the only things that grow)

Summary: Tommy's hybrid half urges him to seek out his family. Sam is hiding something, but they don't know what. Tubbo learns about a part of himself he didn't know existed and is reminded of his past.

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Tommy woke up last a few days later to a soft trilling in the corners of his mind. He groaned- it was his turn for a thin day, apparently. He wasn’t surprised, he’d read that families tended to group their days close together.

He sat up and sighed. His thin days were always embarrassing, his stupid little bird brain always wanted to spend time with his family, and constantly wanted cuddles. Tommy didn’t want cuddles.

Yes you do.

Tommy huffed. No, he didn’t want cuddles. He wanted to get through the day without getting teased. Maybe he could just stay in his room all day. Yes, that was a good idea.

Make a nest? His mind asked, getting excited.

He rolled his eyes. Okay, maybe he could make a nest. That was relatively normal, right? His hands moved to grasp the blankets and shape them into a sort of circling wall, with enough space in the middle for him to curl up underneath his wings. He ignored the happy cooing that his mind wanted to release- he couldn’t just chirp and trill, that’d bring noise, and noise meant someone coming in, which meant embarrassment. He didn’t want that.

Flock, The bird in him trilled sadly. Where’s your flock?

“Busy,” Tommy grumbled, moving a wing to cover his face. “So shut the fuck up.”

He stayed there, keeping the sounds at bay, for a long time. Too long.

There was a knock at the door. “Hey, Tommy?” Ranboo asked. “Are you alright? It’s almost noon, and you never sleep in this long.”

Tommy opened his mouth to say he was fine, but a distressed chirp escaped instead. He winced, hoping Ranboo didn’t hear it.

“Uh, pardon?” Ranboo chuckled a little. “Can I come in?”

He wanted to say no. But the part that wanted to say no was overpowered by his bird brain. Literally. “Yes.” He sighed reluctantly.

When he walked in, Ranboo immediately spoke. “Aww, Tommy, is it a thin day?”

He nodded miserably, forgetting that his wing was covering his face.

“Aw, Tommy, come on, most of us are in the living room.”

His stupid bird sounds made him give out a happy trill, and then he cut it off with a grumble. “They’re gonna tease me.”

Flock? Flock?

Ranboo lifted Tommy’s wing and stared at his face. “If I make them promise you aren’t going to say anything, will you come out? It’s not healthy to suppress this.”

Tommy sighed. “Fine. But they need to promise to not take any photos for blackmail.”

Ranboo left the room, which his mind didn’t like, but he sucked it up. Eventually, Ranboo came back and beckoned Tommy to follow him.

When they got to the living room, he frowned. “Where’s Dad?”

Flock? Where is the flock? Why is it not complete?

“Prison.” Purpled sighed. “Something about making sure the prisoner didn’t die.”

“That’s okay though,” Tubbo smiled. “We’re here! We’re enough, right?”

Tommy’s frown deepened. “I guess.” He went over and flopped on top of whoever was on the couch. He wasn’t sure who, but someone started preening his wings and he let out a happy sigh that morphed into a purr.

All of them remained close to the living room for most of the morning, taking turns being near Tommy since his body radiated warmth and the house tended to be a bit colder (which didn’t make a whole lot of sense, since Sam liked warmth, but..).

Sam came back a little after lunch.

“What took you so long?” Fundy drawled, head hanging off of the couch and feet dangling over the back. “You got a secret girlfriend?”

Sam had been drinking some water, and nearly spit it out. He was content to stick with choking on it, instead. “No,” He said weakly. “Nope, no girlfriend here. I just had a weird conversation with Dream and had to think about it a bit.”

Everyone squinted at Sam for a moment, but Tommy interrupted by barreling into him. “Hi, dad.”

“Hey, Tommy,” Sam smiled. “Your turn, huh?”

Tommy chirped a bit, burrowing his head into Sam’s chest and letting his wings circle them both.

“Who’s the clingy one now?” Tubbo mused from a chair. “Hint, it’s not me.”

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Sam was having an odd day. He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d gone to the prison, but Dream was being weird.

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“So, how’d those hybrid hunters end up?” Dream asked nonchalantly.

Sam turned. He was just about to leave, but… “You knew they were coming? And you didn’t warn us? I have the emergency contact button for a reason, Dream.”

Dream chuckled. “I knew you wouldn’t have your device on, since you exploded, and well, I couldn’t be bothered to reach anyone else by now. Haven’t you learned, Sam, that I just don’t care?”

Sam glared at him. “You’re lucky my boys took care of them. Tubbo and Purpled could’ve been killed, since humans are no use to the hunters.”

“Humans?” Dream laughed again, before realizing Sam was serious. “Sam, no one on this server is completely human. I made sure of it.”

“What?” Sam shook his head. “You’re saying they’re hybrids, too?”

Dream was quiet. “I’ve already helped you enough. I think you’ve gotta give me something in return, if you want more.”

“Alright. Be like that, then. See you next week.” Sam sighed, leaving the prison. His brain was muddled with thoughts.

When were Tubbo and Purpled going to show their true colors? What hybrids were they? Was Dream even telling the truth?

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And, well… He took a detour before he got home, sure, but he hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t have a girlfriend… but it felt weird keeping a secret, even if he’d been keeping it for a while.

He had Tommy to think about before tonight… would he be able to leave the house? Tommy seemed pretty attached.

The day went by okay after he got home, to be fair. There was one incident where Tommy tried to get on top of the fridge to divebomb everyone since he was too tired to fly up, but Sam got him down.

Having a relatively tame Tommy was a nice change, but it was odd. Sam kinda wanted his energised son back, even if he was a little annoying at times.

At any rate, he’d made some half put together excuse as to why he needed to leave for the night, and planned on leaving through a hidden back door connected to his room once he was ready. He looked in the mirror and scrunched his face up. He hated wearing suits. He was more a sweatshirt type of guy, or he wore his mask when he was working, but never suits. Why was he doing this again?

He patted down his- jacket? He wasn’t sure what it was called, but he straightened it (some part of his brain snorted at that), then fiddled with his tie.

The door burst open before he could stop it, and then it was just Sam, in a fancy suit, staring at Tommy, both looking like deer in headlights.

“Where you going, big man?” Tommy asked, less clingy than this morning as his human side was taking back more control.

Sam winced. He couldn’t lie to Tommy, even if he wanted to. Not directly. “I’ve uh, I’ve got a date.”

Tommy lit up. “No kidding? Who’s the lucky lady?”

“I’m gonna refrain from answering that.” Sam chuckled nervously. “Are you going to be alright while I’m gone?”

“Are you crazy? We gotta tell the others so we can hype you up, and then we’re gonna meet our new mom!” (Sam didn’t know it, but Tommy’s mind was spamming flock)

Sam’s eyes widened. “No, no, no, Tommy, I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

It was too late. Tommy had already run down the hall, and Sam barely had time to sit down on his bed before the entire herd of his sons came barreling back, outraged that Sam had kept such a momentous secret from them.

“Are you nervous?” Tubbo asked, towards the back of the group.

Sam shrugged, “I mean, yeah, but-”

Fundy grinned. “It’s gonna go great, dad. You’ve got nothing to worry about, she’s going to love you.”

Sam cringed, “I, uh, I’m sure she will?”

“Yeah! That’s the spirit!” Tommy cheered. “On the other hand, can we go meet her? I promise we won’t be weird.”

“Can you promise that?” Ranboo teased. “But yeah, can we?”

Sam sighed. “I mean, I guess,”

“Do we have to put on suits?” Purpled complained, “Cause if we have to, I don’t wanna go.”

“No,” Sam said, putting his head into his hands. “You don’t have to put on a suit.”

“Hey hey hey,” Tommy said, sitting next to Sam on his bed, “Now is not the time to be sad. You are going on a date with a woman, and that is Pogchamp. Now is a time to celebrate. Let’s go, you’re going to be late, and you can’t be late if you’re going to absolutely win her over like I know you are.”

“Thank guys,” Sam said, and he meant it a little. Now he had something to worry about other than his date. “You’re right, let’s go.”

It was… an interesting walk. His boys were hyping him up, which he appreciated, but he was nervous. He had been hoping to wait a little longer to tell them. Of course they found out on one of his only dates after he’d adopted them all.

Finally, after a stroll through the woods, they arrived at the place: a lovely little clearing with fairy lights that shone and twinkled as the sun set with a table in the center set in the middle. There was food, and candles, and it was all very romantic, but the boys weren’t focused on that. They were focused on the person who was standing by the table, in a suit, rose in hand.

Purpled was the first one to speak. “Ponk?” He stepped closer and fell into a hug from the man who was, indeed, Ponk. “Is this really you?”

“Yeah, Purp. It’s me. I’m sorry you had to go through all that you did alone.” Ponk said, surprisingly softly. “I wanted to see you, but Sam told me to let you heal a bit, first.”

“Bitch.” Purpled said, but it was clear he was trying not to cry. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I thought you would’ve come to see me earlier.”

Purpled shook his head, refusing to leave Ponk’s hug. “How could I? We just found out you guys were a thing today, I was too scared to visit you otherwise.”

Ponk turned to Sam with an exasperated look. “Sam, I thought you said you were gonna tell them!”

“Well, I had every intention to,” Sam said defensively, “but everyone kept getting hurt and it never seemed like the right time.”

“Wait,” Tommy butted in, “How long have you guys been dating? I thought this was like, a first date type thing and that’s why he was so nervous.”

“Aw, Sam! You were nervous?”

Sam, in question, flushed a little. “I mean, how could I not be? You’re so amazing and all, I-”

“How long?” Tommy asked loudly. “You aren’t answering my questions, and they need answering! Now!”

“Well,” Ponk winced, “Sammy, you answer it. They should hear it from you.”

“What do you mean we should hear it from Sam?” Tubbo asked. “How long has this been going on?”

Purpled squinted at Ponk. “And why don’t you want to answer?”

“A little over a year and a half.” Sam blurted out, and all eyes turned to him.

“What?” Tommy cried out. “And we didn’t know? You’re our dad, you’re supposed to tell us these things!”

Sam was at a loss for words. “I didn’t know you guys cared about my love life?” He tried as a weak response.

“Of course we care,” Fundy argued. “We always care, and that’s why we came here to make sure that whoever you were dating was fit to be our other parent. We just… weren’t expecting Ponk.”

“Who were you expecting?” Ponk asked, confused.

“Well, Tommy thought it was a girl.” Tubbo said, and Tommy tried to deny it.

“You thought-” Ponk laughed. “You thought Sam was dating a girl?”

“Sam didn’t say he wasn’t!” Tommy protested.

It was quiet a moment longer, until Ponk interrupted it, arms still around Purpled. “Wait, Sam, your love life? You love me?”

All eyes turned to Sam as he blushed furiously and scratched at the back of his head. “Well, I mean, you’re really funny and your smile is really cute, and I really like spending time with you…”

Tommy glanced from Sam to Ponk, both blushing and looking at the ground bashfully, and groaned. “Oh, my god! We get it, you’re in love! Get a room.”

The two adults both spluttered, trying to get a response, before Tommy spoke again. “Go ahead, say ‘i love you’ and all that gross mushy stuff. Pretend we’re not even here. I swear, we’re not gonna say anything. Just go for it.”

“I mean,” Sam started, looking up at Ponk, “if you want to, of course I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything...”

“I love you.” Ponk blurted out.

“I love you, too.” Sam responded breathlessly. “A lot. Like, probably too much.”

Ponk hid his face a little, and held out his hand. “I, um, I got you a rose,”

“I saw. You’re adorable.”

It was quiet, and Ranboo coughed a little. “C’mon, guys, they probably want us to leave. It’s their date, after all.”

“Do we have to?” Purpled asked, “This is more entertaining than any movie we’ve watched, I wanna keep making them embarrassed.”

“I agree with Ranboo,” Tommy said, “We should probably go. However, I also agree with Purp, because I want to stay.”

Ponk shrugged. “I mean, I can woo Sammy here another day if you all wanna just go watch a movie, or something. Sam? You alright with that?”

Sam had to admit he'd wanted a nice night with just him and Ponk, but part of his mind was worried for Tommy, since he was still going through a thin day. “Sure, I guess we can watch a movie tonight and do something else later.”

So, they all walked back to Sam’s base, boys in front, politely pretending that they didn’t notice Sam and Ponk holding hands in the back. They didn’t want to notice it. They also pretended to not notice the little sweet whispers that the two exchanged, and the boys were starting to regret their decision to not leave the two alone.

Despite that, they all watched a movie, huddled in a nest that Tommy had made. He stretched his wings around those that he could, but ultimately was content to just huddle up against Sam and sleep, instead of watching the movie.

Sam was curled up next to Ponk, which was a little odd considering the height difference, but they made it work. Sam wasn’t sure where the rest of his boys were in the nest.

At some point that night, once it was late and it was just him and Ponk awake, he felt Ponk shift.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked sleepily, clutching the sweatshirt that he’d let Ponk borrow. “Why are you leaving?”

“It’s late,” Ponk whispered. “I need to get home.”

“No,” Sam pouted. “I don’t want you to go home. You should stay here for the night.”

“I appreciate it, Sammy, but I really-”

“I almost died a few days ago and you’re not going to do what I want?” Sam murmured, waking up slightly.

“Oh, Sam,” Ponk said, sadness weighing his voice down. “Don’t joke about that. You worried me, when you didn’t talk to me for a week, then I found out from Tubbo that the hunters were back. I was so worried that I’d get there too late, and you’d be gone. Hell, before I found out, I thought you were breaking up with me.”

“I’d never do that. Don’t be sad.” Sam said tiredly, but Ponk wasn’t done.

“And then, and then I found out this morning that you’d gone against some, some fucking god, and you won, and you’d adopted Purpled, and I found out all the shit that he’d gone through and how you reacted, and I’m scared.”

“Of what? I’ll protect you, Ponkie.”

“I’m scared that one day you’ll go up against some big bad villain and you won’t make it out alive, Sammy. You take on so much, and what if I can’t help you?”

Sam looked up, and saw that Ponk was crying softly. “Oh, Ponk. I’m always going to come back, because I have a reason to. I’ve got you to come back to, I’ve got my boys. I’ll fight with everything I’ve got to make it out alive.”

“But what if that isn't enough?” Ponk stressed. “I joke all the time, and I mess around, but I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.” Sam assured him, pulling Ponk back into a hug. “Stay the night?” He asked again.

“Okay,” Ponk relented, sniffling. “But I’ve got to go home in the morning. Are you going to let me go?”

Sam smiled sleepily and pulled Ponk closer, burying his head in his shoulder. “No promises. I love you.”

“I love you too, you big sap.”

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Tubbo woke up last the next morning. His head hurt, like he had a headache, and his mouth was dry. He wasn’t aware that he’d woken up last, as he was still curled up in the nest and didn’t really want to do… anything. His head hurt too much.

He let out a little whine, burrowing his head into the blankets as the light hit his face.

“Tubbo? You up, man?” Who was that? That was Tommy, right?

“Tommy?” He murmured. “My head hurts.”

The voice chuckled. “Not Tommy. I’m Ranboo. I dunno, you need an advil, or something?”

“I don’t know,” Tubbo groaned. “Make it stop.”

He heard a slight humming. “Maybe I should go get Sam.”

“No,” Tubbo pouted, curling up even more. “Get Tommy. I want Tommy.”

Footsteps echoed away from him, and Tubbo moved one of his arms under his head. His fingers brushed against his ear, and-

“What?” He sat up, poking at the back of his ear, momentarily blocking out the pain of his head. “What?”

Sam walked into the room, “What d’you mean? Anything wrong? Ranboo said your head hurt, or something.”

“Sam,” Tubbo started, hands still covering his ears. “Why am I growing fur?”

A look of sudden surprise was painted across Sam’s face before it settled on a grimace. “Well, Tubbo, you’re a hybrid.”

Tubbo looked up quickly, wincing at the pounding in his head. “I’m a hybrid? How do you know?”

“When I visited Dream he mentioned it,” Sam mumbled a bit, before speaking a little louder. “Anyway, it’s probably going to hurt. I’ll send someone to go grab Tommy, since most of us were born with our hybrid features rather than growing them.”

Tubbo thought Sam spoke more, but he wasn’t listening. His head was still hurting, and the pain was still increasing. He wanted Tommy. He missed Tommy, where was he?

How had he gotten on the couch? Was he crying? Oh. His head hurt a lot. “Tommy?” He sniffled, too far gone to hate how vulnerable his voice was.

“I’m here, Tubs. I’m here.”

“What’s going on?” He managed, trying to turn to his side but yelping when the pain spiked.

“You’re probably growing something.” Tommy said nonchalantly, putting a hand into Tubbo’s hair.

Tommy’s hands put pressure on the side of his head. “Ow,” Tubbo cried, and Tommy rushed an apology. It was quiet for a moment. “What am I growing?”

“I can’t tell yet.” Tommy hesitated. “Your ears look pretty cool, though. They’ve gotten all long and furry.”

“My ears are furry?” Tubbo didn’t quite catch Tommy’s reply as he fell asleep despite the pounding in his head.

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The next time Tubbo woke up, he was alone. He was still on the couch, but daylight streamed through the windows and the house was silent. Where was everyone?

His head felt much better, but his mouth was still dry, so he pried himself off of the blankets and padded into the kitchen for a glass of water. He turned the faucet on and yawned as the water poured out, reaching up to scratch his head.

His hand hit something smooth and solid, right above his ear.

Tubbo turned off the faucet as his eyebrows furrowed, walking over to the bathroom, glass still in his clutches. No one was in the halls, and he frowned as he pushed the bathroom door open.

His gaze raised to the mirror, and the glass slipped from his fingers to shatter on the ground. He didn’t register the water that soaked through his socks, but he stared, unblinking, as his eyes filled with tears. He stumbled backwards, yelping as he fell into the tub and sobs racked his body.

“Tubbo?” Tommy’s voice called from down the hall. “I heard a crash, are you alright?” The voice got louder and Tubbo’s cries did, too. Tommy’s head popped through the door frame. “Tubbo?”

In the corner of the shower, Tubbo was huddling with his legs pressed against his chest and head ducked down. When he spoke, it came out soft and trembling. “We promised.”

“What?” Tommy started, but was cut off by Tubbo.

“We promised that you wouldn’t be the next Wilbur, and I wouldn’t be the next Schlatt.”

“Yeah?” Tommy said, tilting his head, crouching down in front of Tubbo and holding his hands out, palms up. “And we kept it. We’re fine, okay? We’re safe, and nothing is going to happen. Let’s get clean-”

“Then why have I grown horns?” Tubbo cried, tears streaming down his face. “I was finally able to move on, and now I’ve got a permanent reminder of him. He promised he wasn’t my father, Tommy, but what if he really did lie about everything?”

“Oh, Tubbo.” Tommy said softly. “Schlatt’s not your father.”

“How can you be sure?” Tubbo asked, but he moved into Tommy’s arm for a hug. His chin rested on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Because,” Tommy reasoned, “Your horns aren’t the same. His curved around his ears, right? Yours stick up a little. And your ears!” Tommy smiled, and lightly flicked one of Tubbo’s ears. “You’ve got some yellow fur growing. I’d bet good money that you’re a moobloom.”

“You bet good money for stupid reasons, though, Tommy.” Tubbo murmured, falling asleep again as Tommy’s wings wrapped around him.

Tommy went to reply, but Tubbo had fallen asleep. “You’re lucky that you’re my best friend, bitch.” He grumbled, picking up Tubbo to move him to the couch again. He’d clean up the bathroom too, but Tubbo was more important.

His best friend was more important.

Family was more important.

More important than anything.

#tommyinnit #tubbo #awesamdude #purpled #ponk #awesamponk #fic #angst #hurt/comfort #ao3 #ranboo #fundy #dream #dreamsmp #jschlatt #moobloom!tubbo #winged tommyinnit #creeper!sam #enderman!ranboo

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illlumiseven · 4 years

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Don’t Ever Scare me Like that Again.

Joel Miller x Reader

Pt : 1/2

Warnings: Light Angst, fluff(if you squint), swearing

Summary: You’re Tess’ slightly younger sister and you tag along with Joel and Ellie even though Joel insisted you go with Tommy to Jackson.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Autumn

Autumn rolled around pretty fast.

We had separated with Tommy almost a month ago now and you could really feel the cold beginning to seep in.

Joel had been particularly quiet this journey barly even scolding Ellie, which to you was unbelievably confusing.

You stared at the back of Joel’s head as he lead the three of you into a new town.

Ellie had decided to give him a break and ride with you for a change.

You didn’t mind, it was comforting with Ellie so close to you she was like a personal heater.

“Hey what was Tess like ?” She asked you loud enough so you could hear her but Joel couldn’t.

You drew in a shakey breath as memories came flooding in from your childhood.

“Tess was great, she was this cheerful, kind of peppy girl, especially when we were in school,” you smiled at the thought.

“See Tess was the popular girl and in turn everyone knew who I was. I was only a year behind her in school,” you explained to the girl.

You glanced back at Ellie and noticed she had a small smile on her face.

“Did she like the attention ?”

This made you laugh slightly which had Joel’s head turning around slightly to peer at the two of you.

“Liked it! She fucking loved it,” you said, your laughter dying out.

“I have no clue why though,” a small smile still eteched on your face.

Ellie smiled proud of the fact she got you to show some emotions that weren’t sadness or anger.

Ellie had noticed from the day Tess died that you had been kind of like a shell of a person and she felt guilty.

She had a feeling that you and her would get along but she just needed to break through the walls you put up.

Ellie was about to ask you another question about life before the infection, when Joel suddenly pulled his horse to a stop.

“Stop with your chit chat and go look for supplies,” he said in a short and clipped tone.

You noticed Ellie roll her eyes and mock salute him as she hopped off the horse. You quickly followed after her, after you handed Joel the reigns of your horse.

Ellie ran into a bookstore while you went into the supermarket next to it.

You quickly picked up anything you found that could be useful.

Your head whipped round when you heard Ellie call your name from the bookshop.

“Yeah?” You replied as you finished putting some food into your rucksack.

“Look,” she said as she held out a copy of a book.

You couldn’t make out the title from where you stood but when you moved forward and saw it you drew in a small breath beofore a smile spread over your face.

“Grimms’ Fairytales!” You said as you took the book out of her hands and inspected what kind of condition it was in.

“How’d you know ?” You asked her as you looked up from what was practically your childhood.

“It looked old just like you,” she said in a joking tone.

You feigned a look of hurt before smiling and looking back down at the book.

“What is it about ?” You heard Ellie ask.

You looked up and opened your mouth to answer but changed your mind halfway.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll read you this book when we take breaks, and then you’ll find out what it’s about.”

You looked over and Ellie had the biggest smile on her face and it warmed your heart.

A sudden thought passed through your mind and it made a small smile appear.

‘ This must be what having a kid feels like’

That thought ran through your head for the next couple of days on your journey when you and Ellie would talk constantly while riding.

She would speculate what was going to happen next in the first story you started with from the collection.

Cinderella.

Joel was still very quiet but you noticed that some days he looked a bit happier than he was most.

You also noticed the amused smile that would appear briefly on his face when Ellie would make a ridiculous assumption about what would happen next.

Over the coming weeks it began to get progressively colder and you all began to search for warmer clothes when you’d stop in old QZ’s or towns.

Everything was smooth sailing until you ran into another group of hunters.

You had finally made it to Colorado and you were honestly a bit upset about the fact you’d be parting with Ellie so soon, but you hid that from her and Joel.

Walking through the science building made you feel uneasy.

That feeling only grew when you heard something on the floor above you.

“What if it’s hunters,” you said to which Joel scoffed.

“The place still looks inhabited,” you tried to argue.

He had simply brushed you off saying whoever lived there probably moved on, which in all honesty confused you because he knows hunters don’t move on from places once they settle.

So here you were shooting two guys in the face as Ellie pulled Joel up off of the rusted metal spike that had impaled his stomach.

Joel was a mess.

He could barely stand and would stumble every couple of metres before you eventually forced him to lean on you as you told Ellie to cover you both.

When you finally made it back outside you helped Joel over to his horse before he insisted he was fine.

You told Ellie to stick with Joel this time and with that the three of you took off out of Colorado and the rest was a blur to you.

You had made it a good bit away from the university and you were coming up to the outskirts of a smaller town before Joel keeled over, off of his horse.

Your mind went fuzzy and you felt yourself breathing heavily as you jumped off your horse and down beside him.

Ellie snapped you back to reality as she picked up Joel’s left arm and slung it around her own before telling you to ‘hurry the fuck up and get his right side.’

With that you snapped into action and and helped put him on the horse before walking the horse to an abandoned cabin.

You helped Ellie a good bit. While she took Joel down off the horse you went upstairs to check for infected. There were two clickers in a the kitchen that you easily took care of.

You went back down to the basement and noticed Ellie had found a mattress and pulled it down for Joel to lie on.

You stared at the man you had known since you were 34 a nauseating feeling spreading throughout you as you did. Joel was always ready to fight, but now just looked so weak and fragile and it scared you like nothing else ever had.

Winter

About a week had passed since you had arrived at the cabin and winter was now in full swing where the cabin was located anyways.

To say you hated being stationed in one place for too long, was an understatement.

You despised it.

You felt like a sitting duck waiting to be eaten by clickers or killed by hunters.

You had been going out on supply runs constantly refusing to let Ellie accompany you or go herself.

Which pissed her off to say the least.

But you knew better.

Joel would have your head if he found out you let her out alone.

You were doing everything in your power to protect the two of them.

Making sure Ellie had food in the morning and evening and making sure Joel got some form of medicine everyday.

It was incredibly difficult to come by but you found a couple of abandoned lodges that had some Penicillin in them.

While you were were on your way back you bumped into a small group of hunters.

You easily picked them off silently before you headed back.

Once you got back you went straight for the basement and injected the antibiotics into Joel’s stitched up wound.

Joel seemed to be better the next morning and that put your mind at ease. You were expecting to be back on the road soon enough.

But what you didn’t anticipate was the fact that you were tracked.

You told Ellie to stay with Joel, that you’d get rid of them and you’d be back soon.

But when you never came back Ellie got worried and followed after your tracks only to find Callus dead.

So instead she just followed after the trail of dead bodies you left behind.

You couldn’t really remember much.

You were taking out one guy and then you somehow ended up battered and bruised on the floor, in a place you didn’t recognise.

You didn’t know how long you were there or when the man with the baseball bat finally stopped hitting you and disappeared.

Voices barely registered in your mind. You thought you heard Ellie but you could’ve just been hallucinating due to the concussion.

What you did recognise though was Joel’s voice.

You swore you heard him yell your name but it was too hard to tell since you were in and out of consciousness.

You felt a pair of warm arms embrace you. You tried to focus on something, anything when you could faintly hear Joel.

“C’mon darlin stay with me,” his voice sounded far away but you knew it belonged to the person holding you.

You forced your eyes open much to the begrudgement of the rest of your body.You realised your right eye was swollen and could barely open but through your left you could see the face belonging to a worried Joel hovering above you.

“You’re okay,” you mustered up as you looked at the man above you.

Joel’s expression softened and he chuckled, “don’t you be worryin’ bout me darlin,” he said softly.

You smiled before turning your head towards his body and closing your eyes.

He let out a breath of relief before picking you up and getting Ellie before walking out of wherever you were.

Before you faded out of consciousness, the last thing you heard was Joel’s voice.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

Authors Note: Hey hoped you enjoyed this for now it’s a two shot but I don’t know how I’m leaving the second chapter so there could be a part 3. But again hoped you enjoyed ❣️

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel the last of us #twoshot #the last of us imagine #joel miller imagine #angst #slight fluff #i mean i tried #joel miller deserves love and affection #violence #death mention

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justideasforthedreamsmp · 3 years

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⚠️THIS IS NOT MY IDEA. ALL CREDIT FOR THE IDEA GOES TO @frogswithfairywings_ ON TIKTOK. NOT MY IDEA, JUST WROTE IT. THANK YOU.⚠️

Now that that’s established, I hope you like this. And yeah... Enjoy I guess.

I’m With You The Only Way I Can Be

When Tommy woke up he couldn’t remember much. Actually scratch that, he didn’t remember anything. Everything was blank in his mind.

He didn’t let it scare him. Instead he focused on finding out where he was.

He sat up in the bed he woke up on. He looked to be in a tent of some sort. Deciding to investigate further, Tommy walked out of the tent, only to find a large ocean staring back at him. He walked around for a little bit, trying to find someone else roaming around. But after looking everywhere more than once, his hope started to dwindle. He looked around one last time, just in case he missed something, before giving up and sitting in the sand in front of the ocean. He spent a few minutes trying to remember something about himself or how he got there. He would take anything, even something as simple as his name, but ultimately nothing came up.

He was just about ready to go into the weird purple portal thing he had found before, but something stopped him. Out of the corner of his eye, almost fully buried in the sand, he saw something shiny. It was almost... glowing. He didn’t know what it was, but he felt connected to it somehow. Like it was meant for him.

He grabbed it and wiped the sand off of it. It looked like a compass pointing to somewhere. He moved directions but the compass stayed pointing in one place, confirming his thoughts. For a second he just stared at it, entranced by the glow. After a few seconds he turned the compass over to find two words engraved on the back.

Your Tubbo

He wasn’t sure what a ‘Tubbo’ was, but for some reason he could sense it was important.

A few seconds passed before Tommy decided it would be best for him to follow the compass and find some answers. Whoever this ‘Tubbo’ person was, he must have some.

After gathering what he could for food Tommy set on to find this ‘Tubbo’.

•••

After what seemed like an eternity to Tommy, he finally saw a house in the far off distance. With a sudden boost of adrenaline, he set off in a sprint towards the house. He slowed down a few paces and came to a stop at the door of the house.

He didn’t know why he was hesitating, but before he could knock he heard quiet cries coming from the backyard. He followed the sound until he found a boy, who looked around his age, on his knees, body shaking with sobs.

Not sure what to do, he awkwardly approached him and laid a hand on his shoulder, effectively getting his attention. The boy jumped and faced him, startled by the sudden presence beside him.

Tommy wasn’t sure what to say so he just waited for the other boy to speak first.

After a few moments of the two teens just staring at each other, the other boy suddenly got up and ran towards Tommy, giving him a tight hug.

Tommy stayed frozen in place, and after a few seconds, settled for awkwardly patting the other teen on the back.

The boy pulled back from the hug and immediately started talking at a lightning pace. “Oh my god I missed you so much. I wanted to come visit you sooner but Dream kept telling me you were doing fine and you wanted some space and saying stuff like “Tommy’s okay. Don’t worry about him” and so I didn’t think much of it, and I’m so sorry I let him take you, I never should have exiled you, and I don’t even know why I did, it’s just that the L’Manberg walls were gonna rise, and I was just so mad at you and I-“

Tommy cut the other teen off before he could say anything more. “Uh, I’m glad you’re happy dude, I really am, but... I think you have the wrong person. I don’t know anything about ‘L’Manberg’ or any ‘dream’... Sorry.”

The teen deflated at those words, any excitement previously present gone. “Oh... of course, I’m just hallucinating... I should’ve listened. Dream said this would happen if I didn’t let go sooner.... sorry about that.” the boy hesitantly pulled away from the hug completely, until they were both sitting in their own respective spaces, the boy with his head down.

Tommy didn’t know why, but seeing the boy so sad made Tommy feel sad as well. He bit his lip, contemplating, before he tapped the ground in front of the other boy, giving him soft smile as he lifted his head. “I know I’m not him... but I can help you look if you want. For your Tommy friend.”

Tommy really hoped he would take him up on the offer, and for a second it seemed he wouldn’t.

Tommy deemed it a success when the other boy gave a small smile and agreed.

They talked a bit more, chatting about whatever they could think about, before the boy told Tommy his name was Tubbo.

Tommy’s mind immediately went to the compass in his pocket with the engraved words, ‘Your Tubbo’, and he was about to give it to him, but the thought of giving it away to someone else made him feel uneasy for some reason.

He decided not to mention it. He’d give it back when they found Tommy.

•••

A week went by with no sign of ‘Tommy’ and no human interaction other than Tubbo. At first Tommy thought it might have been because no one else was around, but judging by all the buildings, and the fact that he could hear the sounds of people roaming around at night, he concluded that Tubbo just didn’t want him to talk to anyone else. Tommy thought he should be offended, or maybe even worried by this, but for some reason he found didn’t really feel like talking to anyone else anyways. If anything, Tubbo was doing him a favour.

Their mornings were spent walking around the forest behind Tubbo’s house, yelling Tommy’s name and talking about anything that came to their minds, while the nights were spent with laughter, stupid conversations and half-hearted arguments.

The one thing they didn’t do together happened late at night when the house was silent. Tommy couldn’t sleep most nights, and truthfully, he was beginning to think he didn’t need to. Instead, he had made a habit of sneaking out onto the main road, hiding from the sight of the people who were still awake, or walking around the forest trying to remember something about himself. On the really bad nights, where all Tommy could think about was how he didn’t know anything about who he was, he would look around the house. Tubbo’s house was simple, yet it somehow felt like home than anything Tommy was used to. There were pictures hanging on the wall above the fireplace, although there also seemed to be empty spaces where pictures used to be.

Tommy wasn’t quite sure whose picture Tubbo would want to take down. He seemed like a genuine guy, like the kind that cherished the small moments.

It was just another example how their personalities contrasted yet got along so well.

It felt easy being with Tubbo. Natural.

•••

More weeks went by with still not a single appearance from Tubbo’s friend. They still looked, but the searches got fewer and farther apart, most of the days the searches were forgotten, Tubbo would show Tommy things outside of the town. Things were good.

But it couldn’t stay like that forever.

He didn’t say anything, but Tommy started to notice things. The more time that went by, the more Tommy seemed to remember. It was little things at first, a certain sign, a path that just felt familiar, but over time one thing started to become clearer and clearer.

It came to him one night when he was walking around the forest, unable to sleep.

It had happened suddenly.

One moment he was walking by trees and looking at the stars, and the next he was on the ground and his brain felt as if it were burning.

Chopped memories started rushing through his head.

A smile.

Laughter.

Hugs.

Reassurances.

A voice. An unmistakable voice.

“I’ll never leave. I promise.”

They were of a person.

A painfully obvious person who Tommy wishes he never forgot.

Tommy could feel the dirt underneath him, and the sweat evident on his face, but he didn’t focus on that. He needed to get to him.

He remembers.

He remembers .

In a split second Tommy was off the ground and running. When he got to the house, he slammed open the door, all pleasantries forgotten. From across the room, he saw a head shoot up at the sound.

For a moment neither person spoke. A question of why he was awake passed Tommy’s mind but he didn’t ask it. They both just continued staring at each other, one confused, and one taking it all in.

The other person broke the silence in the room first. “Tommy?”

Tommy broke out into a smile before he was across the room hugging the other person, burying his head in his chest. “I remember. I’m so sorry it took this long, you’re basically my brother. It should not have taken me that long to realize,” Tommy paused to pull back and look at the face of his best friend, “but I remember. I do, and I swear I will never forget again.”

Still locked in the hug the man looked baffled by all the new information he was just told. “Tommy, what? You... but how...?”

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I don’t remember everything, just some basics, but... I’m here. And that counts for something right?”

Tommy knew he should have planned a little bit more but nothing really never crossed his mind other than “ Find him .” He should have known it was a little much.

Nonetheless, it didn’t faze the man in front of him. He just smiled and pulled Tommy back into the hug. “Yeah, it really does.”

Tommy didn’t say anything more. He knew there were still more things to remember, but for right now, all he could focus on was the fact that one piece of him felt whole again.

He had his friend, his best friend... his brother back.

And he was never letting Dream go.

#dream mcyt #dream smp #Dreamsmp #dsmp tommy #tommy and tubbo #tommyinnit #your tubbo #tubbo mcyt #tubbo #dreamwastaken #dream #amnesia #tommy and wilbur #ghost tommyinnit

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n-ugg · 3 years

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I didn't expect to get tagged but here we are. As you all will be able to tell in a bit, I am a massive Quackity fan

Thank you for tagging me @skeetlehands!

who is your favourite member on the smp?

Look, I love them all but these have a special place in my heart.

Quackity, Slimecicle (I am fully aware he just joined but I still love him), Schlatt, Tubbo, Eret, AweSamdude, and Ponk.

They're just great in and out of character and just have comforting vibes.

when did you first start watching the smp and what made you get into it?

I gotten in during the Pogtopia era since it took me a while to get access to the streams.

I mainly gotten in with the Sad-ist War animatics along with me trying to catch up on Quackity's VODS. Just someone that I was already familiar with being an easier shift into story and learning others through him

what is your favourite part about watching the smp?

Just watching everyone interact with other and just seeing the plot progress in real time. Its literally just dnd but with extra steps but I enjoy it so much

The improv that they all do is amazing and how everyone have different approaches to their characters makes my writer's side so happy with dissecting everything.

What piece of cursed lore is your favourite

That Wilbur canonically fucked a fish and Philza canonically fucked a Samasung fridge and just seeing the fanbase try to change into something that will at least make a bit more sense.

Im included in this, I basically joined the side that has Sally being a mermaid shapeshifting pirate. Mainly because of pirate Fundy

Who is your favorite duo on the smp

Slimecicle and Ranboo: They're the same person but in different fonts, you can convince me otherwise

Schlatt and Quackity: They managed to be super funny together with all of the jokes and balanced with making a very realistic abusive relationship work. It was always fun seeing them flirt with each other for a joke then get hit with whiplash when canon comes in to remind me that this isnt healthy

Tubbo and Tommy: They're two dumbasses who share the same braincell but then they constantly lose it and Tubbo mainly has custody of it

Wilbur and Schlatt: I just enjoy seeing Schlatt messing with Wilbur and occasionally flirts with him to get Wilbur more pissed off

Who are your comfort streamers

Quackity and Slimecicle are comfort streamers

Eret, Fundy, and AweSamdude are my comfort people (meaning I dont watch them as much but I find comfort in their presence. And the other two are also under this category)

Who is your favorite character

Quackity due to how complex his character is and yet how it looks so simple

Schlatt because is just a villian who knows how to play the game without getting caught

Tubbo, watching him trying to be hopeful with everything destroy around him and he just slowly become used to everything going wrong

AweSamdude because he is just trying his best to be a father figure others and I just got family issues

Who do you think the best actor(s) on the smp

Imma skip over the ones that we all already said and get into the ones that dont get enough praise

Quackity: Just how he managed to make his character seem so basic but in reality its really complex. And just seeing the shift from him being a chaotic force of nature to being a serious character that is trying his best to reach something that has been hanging over his head is just *chefs kiss* and he always delivers amazing lines on the spot.

BadBoyHalo: He is doing great right now, even though he is a bit rusty with starting he still manages to get into character and stay in character the entire time. When slowly easing in, you can tell its a bit forced but once he finds his footing, he knows how to deliver his lines.

AweSamdude: His entire bit where he was getting rescued from the egg fucking hurt. How he sounded weak from the entire thing and tired to where he just wanted to rest was so well. And I know he can act more energetic when he was accidentally dragged into playing a cop during Quackity's and Bad's date

Fundy: You guys need to give him more praise for his acting because he is fucking amazing at it. The little touches to how he voice when speaks is so good along with his body language in game. He knows what he's fucking doing and I love him for that. And when he snapped, it made complete sense if you payed attention to his character

I didnt add Ranboo because he's automatically at the top section due to him being a dnd player. Same goes to Slimecicle even though he hasnt acted yet. I dont make the rules. You play dnd, you know how to act

What are your favorite quotes

I dont have favorite quotes, just dialog heavy scenes.

Before Doomsday, Quackity going to take his horse far away from L'Manberg, it being the one thing he cares about. It was just so good

The entire Schlatt and Quackity argument in front of the white house

The meeting between Schlatt and Quackity with Schlatt yelling out to him in a taunting way to where Tommy and Quackity are trying to figure out what happened to the tnt. I constantly rewatch it to feel the adrinaline pumping to feel something

Wilbur's slow descend into insanity and talking to Tommy. Just showing his paranoia and fears consuming him, him projecting his fears into Tommy as an attempt of manipulation, and his hero complex shift into villian one

Schlatt's winning speech of him projecting it as something that was bound to happen no matter what. The amount of charisma and confidence that was in his voice as I was watching Tommy hiding underground in fear was just a perfect scene

Tommy's argument with Dream when everyone is protecting Tommy. Its the small details of Tommy taunting Dream to kill him, knowing he wont no matter what. Him telling everyone to protect Tubbo and everyone listening without hesitation.

The debate that Quackity and Dream had for like 11 or 14 minutes. All of that was completely unprompted unscripted, it was just so satisfying seeing someone stand up against Dream for the first time and actually beating him. Sure it was in a verble conflict but it still counts as a defeat

Be honest, who do you simp for? (Ayo if anyone says Tommy or Tubbo I will🗡)

Schlatt, Quackity, and Slimecicle

Its pretty obvious, I dont really try to hide it

Whats your favorite stream

Uhhhh I dont exactly have one so none I guess

Whats your least favorite streams

Im sorry, but all of the Jackbox stream. You need a specific group of people to play together in order to actually make it funny and keeping the energy throughout the entire thing.

After a bit later, everyone has a tendency of pandering to the audience and repeat jokes. They managed to beat jokes to the ground faster than Tiktok AND Twitter.

Dont get me started with DreamTeam being in there. They're funny in thier own rights but the shipping jokes get so unfunny so quick and they dont know how bounce off of others well. The only exception to this is when Quackity, Velvet, and Ant were playing with Sapnap and Dream. And thats because they decided to mess with the straight white guys into accidently saying offensive shit and seeing those two suffer with trying tiptoe around was so amusing

Whats something about the smp fandom thay makes you sad

This doesnt get me sad, just frustrated and its mostly towards dsmptok and dsmptwt but sometimes this fandom doesnt fucking know how to analyze characters. Like when everyone jumped on Tubbo on being the bad guy when he was a kid trying to use old tatics that knows that worked before and stand up for himself

How when one person decides to do something that they believe is right, everyone just throws the term villian arc around

When one person does one good thing the suddenly everyone accepts into them being good and not ever looking into it.

For fucks sakes, I saw people keep saying that Quackity was turning into Dream or Wilbur and I just sat there being confused on how they conntected those dots that were in different books.

Its so frustrating to read through. But here on dsmpblr, you guys actually understand character analysis, are able to critique them and able to love whoever you enjoy.

Another thing is how this fanbase really puts everyone on a pedestal or objectify them. Just completely forgetting that they're human and treat the streamer as a character. Like, yeah they're playing up a persona whenever they're making content but theres a difference and you shouldn't hold them up like that.

You cant use the argument of "They're young, they dont know any better", when I first entered my first fandom (I was like 11/12), I fully understood that theres a boundary between me and the creator. What they are on screen is a persona but they're still human and I should treat them as such. Its just something that bugs me and its unnerving to see whenever people start getting wierd about it

Final bit is just how the twitch chat acts. They all force the streamer to follow the 'main' plot of it being Tommy or Techno or whoever the fandom chooses to have a favorite, completely ignoring the fact that they are their own character. No one wants to meta game because where is the fun in that but the fucking chat gets so annoying when the streamer goes against fanfavorite of the week. It drains the fun of it being multiple pov's and different characters.

When Slimecicle was barely starting stream I saw so many people spam "Go with Ranboo" and not let him even get into lore first. I hated that I knew it was coming but it was still so fucking frustrating seeing them try to boss him around. Please just let people live outside of the 'main' plot, not everything revolves around your favorites. Now shut the fuck up and let them play

What about the smp fandom that makes you happy?

The people that create art, animatics, theories, playlist, or write oneshots

All of you creators are great and deserve so much more respect then what the fandom gives you because jesus fucking christ they're all so fucking rude. You guys are the ones that are carrying this fandom on your backs and I fucking respect yall for that

________________

Time for da spead: @nixavia @dambette404 and @mocha-is-lost yall dont need to join.....unless😳😳😳

#this is long as hell #sorry #ALSO THANK YOU SKETTLE FOR TAGGING ME #I THOUGHT I WAS MOSTLY AN ANNOYANCE TO YOU FOR CONSTANTLY SENDING IN SOME LONG ASS ASK #dream smp #mcyt

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aniray · 4 years

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... How You Least Expect It

Set 3 months after Grace's visit in '...When You Least Expect It'.

~*~

Lizzie had been nervous after Grace’s visit.

Seeing the woman that Tommy had loved in the house that he had bought her- the house Lizzie now lived in- it had shaken her. Even with Ada and Esme and Arthur and Pol lined up in support of her. Even with Tommy’s eyes locked on her- only seeing her. Even knowing how much Tommy Shelby loved her, Lizzie couldn’t help but look over her shoulder. For weeks she held Ruby tighter. As if someone- as if Grace- would come and snatch her away. For weeks she fucked Tommy harder, faster, wilder- using tricks she remembered from boyfriends she wished she could forget.

But things had settled. Tommy had grabbed her hand one day, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. For no reason. ‘I fucking love you, Lizzie Stark. Hm? It’s like a fucking…I don’t know. You’re like air or water or a cigarette on a bad day. Can’t do without you, Liz. Don’t want to.’ And maybe he’d known she was worried. Maybe he’d seen the way her body tensed when a blond approached him in the street or in a restaurant. But it didn’t feel like it. It felt honest and spontaneous and true- the kind of true that was too deep for anything to tarnish.

So she’d relaxed. She’d learned to breathe easy again. She went shopping with Ada and Esme and left Ruby with the nanny instead of keeping her close. She fucked Tommy hard and fast and used her tricks until he was clinging to her and whispering her name the way she liked. But she made love to him again, too. Slow and gentle- letting the pleasure build and fade again and again until they were both blissfully destroyed at the end. She’d let herself get comfortable.

She should have known it wouldn’t last.

He’d been acting strangely lately. Taking more and more private calls. Staying out late at night when he was usually home in time for supper. His kisses were distracted little things more often than not. Unless they were fucking. She could still hold all his attention when she was wrapped tight around his cock. But she’d lived this life before. She knew the signs. And it was tearing her up inside because she’d let herself fall for it- fall for him.

She didn’t tell anyone her fears at first. She knew the Shelby crew. They loved her- they’d take her fucking side. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? She couldn’t turn his family against him. Grace had done that well enough simply by marrying Tommy. Lizzie didn’t want to reopen a rift that had only recently mended. So she smiled- though it didn’t quite reach her eyes as often. And she laughed- forced though it was. And she enjoyed the weight of Tommy’s hand holding her and the warmth of his smile. Because it’d be gone soon.

She wanted the memories while she could get them.

~*~

It was Ada that she ended up telling.

They were sitting in Lizzie’s little study, when Ada’d asked, “Hey, Lizzie? Do you know who Tatiana Petrovna is?” Lizzie flinched. She didn’t- not really. But she knew the name. She hated the fucking name. But she schooled her expression into slight confusion and shook her head. “Huh. Thought you might. Tommy’s been meeting with her for lunch the last few weeks.” Lizzie swallowed hard, her nails digging into her palms. “Won’t say shit, of course. Fucking secretive, always has been.”

But Lizzie was barely listening. She’d known he called her, the Tatiana woman. She’d been angry and stupid drunk and Tommy had left his phone when he and Ruby had gone for their Daddy/Daughter Date. So she’d gone through his contacts. There were two new ones that she could tell right off: Alfie Solomons and Tatiana Petrovna. And he’d called Tatiana every single day for three weeks straight.

Ada’s hand came to rest on her arm. The sudden touch jerked Lizzie out of her thoughts. “You went somewhere. Want to tell me about it?” Lizzie opened her mouth to say ‘no’, but Ada cut in. “And don’t bother saying ‘no’, because you’ve got tears in your eyes.” Despite how much she was hurting, Lizzie couldn’t help but smile. Ada never let her hide anything. She was as tough as her brothers- tougher, really- and it showed.

“It’s Tommy.” Ada raised a brow, but didn’t look surprised. “I think he’s fucking her. Tatiana Petrovna. Has been for weeks, probably.” Ada sat up straighter and she had that look about her. Lizzie avoided that look. Fuck, even Tommy avoided that look. “Don’t look like that. I could be wrong. No point in stirring up trouble before I’m sure there’s any to stir.” Ada relaxed a bit, her eyes turning sad instead of angry. It was almost worse in Lizzie’s opinion. “Promise you won’t tell anyone else?” She wasn’t sure she could handle seeing that look on the rest of the family’s faces.

“He’s stupid if he’s screwing around with some other girl. Me and Esme will hold him down while you take your heels to his balls. I swear, we will. Polly won’t even try and stop us.” The image made Lizzie smile. Then chuckle. Then she was laughing and Ada was too. And if her tears weren’t quite from laughing like Ada thought, that was no one’s business but Lizzie’s.

~*~

He was angry when he got home.

It would have bothered Lizzie more if he didn’t smell like some other woman’s perfume. Or maybe if his hair wasn’t mussed. Or maybe even if he’d just had the decency to fucking call instead of showing up at nearly eleven at night. But since he did smell like perfume and his hair was mussed and he hadn’t called, Lizzie didn’t give a shit that he was mad. She was fucking fuming, wasn’t she?

She was sat at the top of the stairs, silk robe- fucking strange still, her being in silk anything- tied loosely to cover the little slip of fabric she’d worn. For Tommy. Tommy who reeked of some slut’s perfume. Tommy, who’d probably just had his dick- the dick she’d fucked that morning- in some other girl’s cunt. And she couldn’t believe she’d got dressed up for him. She couldn’t believe she’d let herself think that maybe she was wrong about him. Maybe he wasn’t like the other men she’d been with. Maybe they’d fucking last.

“Lizzie.” It was like he was surprised to see her. Like he’d forgotten she lived there. Like he’d forgotten that he’d been the one to come find her. He reached for her hand. “It’s late, love. C’mon, let’s go to bed, eh?” She stared at his hand like it was covered in filth. Then her eyes found his and she watched him tense. She watched as his eyes narrowed in that way they did. “Liz? What’s wrong?”

She stood up, ignoring the hand still held out to her. “I’m going to sleep in one of the other rooms tonight. Whoever she is, I hope she’s a good fuck.” She turned and walked down the hall, fighting back tears with each step. She’d not let him see her break. He wouldn’t be another man she broke over. She couldn’t- there was Ruby to think about now.

She shrugged out of her robe once she reached the room she’d chosen for the night. She crawled under the covers and pulled the extra pillow closer, hugging it to her stomach. Then, behind the security of a locked door, she cried. She let the pain and the betrayal and the anger and the love- God, how much she loved that fucking man- pour out of her and soak into her pillow.

Her eyes were heavy and swollen. Her throat tight and raw from self-inflicted silence. And she knew she wouldn’t sleep. As tired as her body was from crying. As exhausted as her soul was from everything else. She wouldn’t sleep. So she took deep breaths until her lungs stopped shuddering on every inhale. Then she thought of Ruby and every wonderful thing that made her daughter so special.

It took a long time- the clock on the wall said at least two hours. But finally she was calm. Finally she had let out all the things she could for the moment. No doubt there’d be more tears later- especially when she left this place. But that was a tomorrow problem. So she let go of the pillow she’d held crushed in her grip. She got a dry pillow for under her head.

Just as she had gotten comfortable, the door opened.

Tommy stepped in and turned on the light. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in her puffy face and red-rimmed eyes. She wanted him to go. She wanted him to let her have this night- this one moment to be broken. But he didn’t leave and she couldn’t help but let her eyes go to him. He was in his night clothes. His hair was damp from a shower. And his face was a bit paler than usual- she might have called it a guilty conscience. But he still looked perfect.

The fucker.

“I’ve got a plan.” She nearly rolled her eyes out of her head. He ignored her. “I’ve got a plan, Lizzie Stark. For my future. And you-” he said, pointing at her, “are fucking it up.” She felt her heart break a little bit more. Hadn’t thought it was possible, that. Then he was walking to the bed, and climbing in. She sat up, a squeak of indignation leaving her as she searched for the best words to tell him to fuck right off. He didn’t give her the chance. “Now. I’m having to do this different because you’ve got some nonsense in your head.”

“Tommy if you don’t-“

He kissed her. Just a quick little thing. Just enough to startle her into silence. “Right. So tomorrow, we’re doing this again. And when we do, just know that this- tonight- is your own fault.” Then he was reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little box. She didn’t care. He wasn’t going to fix this with a bit of jewelry. She’d never been one for jewelry anyway. Instead she rolled over and ignored him. And the fucking prick laughed. “That’s alright,” he whispered, lips glancing along the shell of her ear.

“Lizzie, you make me laugh more than anyone. You don’t put up with my shit. Call me out more than Pol, and that’s saying something.” He let out a sigh and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her stiff body against his. “I thought I knew what love was once- with Grace. Thought I’d found the purest, most perfect kind of love. But I was wrong.” She tensed, waiting for him to say he’d found it with this new girl, this Tatiana. “You- us- that’s the purest. That’s the pinnacle. The most perfect. And I want this- us- for as long as I can keep it. So, Elizabeth Stark- my angry, perfect, Lizzie… Will you marry me?”

The little box was placed on her pillow, right in front of her nose. In it was a beautiful ring. At the center was a perfect, round cut ruby. It was surrounded on both sides by three diamonds. Two years ago, she wouldn’t have been able to tell it was a real diamond just by looking. Life was strange. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. She forced herself to ignore the rush of giddiness and excitement she felt at his words.

“Who’s Tatiana?”

The arm around her waist, didn’t tense. Tommy’s breathing didn’t change. Instead he pressed a kiss to her hair and Lizzie felt him smile. “Ah. That’s what’s got you so wound up.” She bit her lip to keep from snapping at him. She wanted his answer. She needed it. Rolling her to her back, Tommy brought a hand to her cheek and guided her so she was looking at him. His blue eyes were light, but she could see that whatever he was about to say- it was the truth. “Tatiana Petrovna is a Russian duchess. Her family are jewelers- top quality, fucking expensive shit. But it’s the best. Custom.” Lizzie nodded slowly, the pieces coming together. “You deserve the fucking best. And she’s… She’s fucking insane, but she makes beautiful jewelry.”

A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Her finger, of its own volition, traced a line down Tommy’s chest. It was almost coy. And she’d been ready to cut off his dick not even an hour ago. “It sounds like…Tommy Shelby was scared.” His expression deadpanned. Her smile broke through. Her joy poured out of her in bright laughter.

Tommy smiled then. He tugged her closer. “Lizzie,” he whispered, forehead dipping to rest against hers. She hummed, brushed his nose with hers. “Say ‘yes’. Please.” His fingers slid into her hair, gripping it lightly. She pulled back a bit so she could see him properly. He looked nervous. He looked like a kid asking a girl to the school dance. It made Lizzie smile. That- out of everything- made her let go of the fear and the hurt and the anger. That little bit of nerves- proof that this, she, meant something to him.

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against his.

“Yeah?”

She loved him. Fuck, she loved him. She kissed him again- let herself sink into it for a moment. “Of course I’ll marry you, Tom. Pick the day. Pick the place. I’ll be there.” He caught her smile with his lips. She wondered if he could taste her happiness. She thought maybe she could taste his. “I love you. I love you so much, Tommy Shelby.” He slid down a bit, pulled her in so his head was pressed to her chest. She let her fingers thread into his hair, tugging the strands a bit. This was good. And, now, she could only see it getting better.

“Can’t believe you thought I was fucking cheating on you.”

She shook her head and smiled.

“Shut up. You gonna put the ring on me, or what?”

#tommy shelby #lizzie stark #tommy x lizzie #peaky blinders fanfic

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emybain · 4 years

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Recovery (sequel to rainy day)

thank god this is no longer in my wips

part of the nova’s family lives au

ao3

Evie was curled beside Nova, braiding her hair as Nova ate a bowl of yogurt with fruit mixed in. It was one of the only foods that she could consume without throwing up, oddly. She was on forced bed rest after returning from an overnight stay at the hospital. Frankly, she didn’t understand why they made her stay the night anyway; the biggest injury she had was her arm probably. But hospitals were weird about things like that, always wanting patients to stay longer than they needed just to stay safe. Nova did cut her head open from the broken glass, but at most she had a continuous headache that was only a minor annoyance.

Multiple times a day, Nova had to listen to her mom lecture her on how irresponsible she was and how lucky she was to come out of the accident the way she did and not dead. While she was right, the constant reminder gave Nova a greater headache than the stitched up cut across the side of her head.

“Does it hurt?” Evie asked, breaking the silence. She normally wasn’t so docile with Nova, but since the accident, she had started showing her soft side a little more. It was pleasant.

“Does what hurt?” Nova made the mistake of shifting her body slightly toward her sister. A sharp, agonizing pain shot through her right side. The bowl clattered to her lap as her good arm went to the ice pack over her ribs. Because of this, as well as her broken arm, Nova resorted to only wearing sports bras and sweatpants since she got home.

“Well, I was going to say your arm, but clearly I’m thinking about the wrong thing.” Evie was unfazed at Nova’s pain.

After a moment, letting the pain ease enough for her to talk, Nova relaxed and picked her bowl back up. “It’s not that bad. Just...a different kind of pain than what I’m used to.”

Evie hummed in thought. She tied up the second braid on Nova’s head, giving her pigtails. There were big strands hanging out from the woven pattern, due to Nova’s hair being so short, but it was good overall. Impressive, almost, for Evie’s age.

Nova turned the channel on her television, figuring she should check in on the news. It was nearing the evening, and she hadn’t seen any news coverage that day. The show that talked about the latest celebrity gossip was still on before the nightly news. It took a moment to figure out what they were discussing, but once they showed detailed pictures of the crash, Nova let out a sigh.

Beside her, Evie stilled, hand falling from Nova’s hair. They watched the coverage together in silence.

“...ran a red light, causing an incoming car to hit the backside of her vehicle and flipping the car over onto its hood.” The woman shook her head. “First responders were quick to the scene. Artino appeared to be the only one hurt in the incident.”

“She’s lucky no one else was hurt in the incident, Heather. The other party involved has chosen to not press charges” the man added with a grim smile. “The cause of the accident is still unknown. For now, the world can only wonder what this means for Artino’s future with the Renegades.”

“You make a good point, Steve.” Heather tapped her long, fake nails on the glass desk in front of her. “The Council, however, refuses to make any comment at this time. As for Artino, she is at home-”

Nova turned the channel again to a different news station, one she knew wouldn’t report gossip about her life. The pain from her screw up was almost as bad as her injuries. She hadn’t received a call from HQ since returning from the hospital, but her wreck was plastered on every tabloid and the main discussion of every news station, it seemed like. The car was totaled, flipping over after being t-boned in an intersection. The young couple that hit her had been nice, more worried about her crawling out of an upside down car and the blood streaming from her forehead than the severely dented front of their car. They had even called for an ambulance themselves, and stayed with Nova while the police and fire truck and ambulance showed up. Nova remembered thinking of what her father had told her about what to do if she ever got in an accident, his lectures including to keep a safe distance from the other party and to not speak to them until the police arrived, but they had been so kind to her, and she had been so out of it and dizzy that she didn’t care.

“People will forget about this in a week.” Evie reached for Nova’s forgotten spoon and took a nibble of her yogurt. “Some stupid couple will get engaged and the media will go nuts.”

Nova swallowed. “Yeah. I know.” But she was lying. They wouldn’t forget. Evie was just trying to lighten the mood.

From downstairs, the doorbell rang. Evie sprung from Nova’s bed to go peek at whoever it was, ever the nosy little bug. She took the now empty yogurt bowl with her. Nova returned her focus to the TV, wanting to forget about the accident and everything surrounding it.

Clearly the universe wanted to see her suffer.

Mom called out Nova’s name from below, followed by a string of commands to Thomas in Tagalog that Nova didn’t fully catch. She could hear the pounding of her baby brother’s feet on the hardwood floor as he ran up the stairs and down the hall toward Nova’s room.

She heard him blow a raspberry at Evie, who must’ve terrorized him in some way when he passed, and then he was poking his head into her room. “Mommy said Adrian’s here,” he told her, eyes fixated on the ice pack on her side and the cast on her arm.

Nova closed her eyes and sank a little, ignoring the pain from her ribs. She hadn’t heard from him since the other day, before her crash when she had gone to his house when she had nowhere else to go. When they kissed. But she knew he was bound to show up at some point, whether or not he was angry with her. Adrian was just like that.

“Papa says you’re sad.” Thomas took a step into the room tentatively, chubby hand wrapped around the knob still. “That...that there is a lot of unhappiness in your life right now.” He worded everything slowly, trying out each syllable. Nova had to give him a supportive smile. She held out her arm, and he surged forward to climb onto the bed to give her a hug.

“I’m fine, Tommy.” She pressed a kiss on top of his curls. “Well, I’m going to be.”

“Good.” His grin was toothy. Her heart warmed. “I hate being sad.”

Nova chuckled and ruffled his hair. “There’s a lot going on right now, Tommy.” When he frowned, she continued. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, though, okay? I upset people I care about, including Mommy and Papa, and that hurts me. But things are going to be better again. Soon”

There was a soft knock on Nova’s door. She looked up and froze. Adrian stood in the doorway, eyes searching her face and lingering on the cut across her head, then down to her stomach and arm. Her cheeks flushed under his stare.

“Hey, Tommy, why don’t you see if Papa needs something downstairs.” Nova found her voice, trying to act calm despite the sudden increase in her heart rate. Tommy hopped off of her bed and skipped to the door, unbothered as all children are, and even greeted Adrian like nothing was wrong. Nova was envious of his childlike innocence sometimes.

“Your mom let me up,” Adrian explained, now looking around her room curiously. Nova could tell he was bothered, though. His posture was always stiff when something was bugging him. He avoided eye contact. “I haven’t been up here in awhile. Not since last year. But even then, I didn’t get to look around much.”

“Well, not much has changed. I’ve mostly just thrown out what I have no use for anymore.” Her laugh was awkward, ending in a slight wheeze.

“I saw your car.” She almost thought she saw him wince. It could’ve just been the meds she was on. “I guess you won’t be driving any time soon, huh?”

She could tell he was just trying to keep the mood light. At least it was something different. Her team had all come by the day before with ice cream and Get Better Soon balloons. It was sweet, especially Ramona’s bad attempt at chastising Nova for being an idiot, but Nova was beginning to go stir crazy from all the attention she was getting.

“No, but I’m more upset about the car.” She shrugged. “Edward was a good one. Gone, but not forgotten.”

A shadow of his normal, goofy self crossed his features, but only for a moment. Nova bit the inside of her cheek and patted the spot where Evie had been sitting, silently inviting him over. “How are things at Headquarters? Ramona said that since the wreck, they haven’t been given any assignments.”

“Normal,” Adrian said once he was settled beside her. He kept a safe distance from her, which stung slightly, but she understood. “Max is pissed off at you.”

A laugh escaped Nova’s lips, and she clutched her side at the sudden pain. Adrian’s eyes followed her hand, brow furrowed. Nova pretended to ignore his obvious concern. “Why? What have I done to possibly piss off the Bandit?

He looked back up at her and tried for a smile. “You haven’t been in to see him.”

Nova rolled her eyes. Whenever she was at HQ, she always tried to make a habit of visiting Max’s quarantine before leaving for the day. “Well, you can tell him I’ll be back the second my mother lets me so much as stick one limb out of this bed.”

“Noted.” His smile became a bit more genuine, much to Nova’s delight. And then it disappeared again. He scanned the minor cuts across her face and the larger one on her forehead, glanced over the tiny bruises here and there. “Nova, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

She blinked at him. “You’re sorry? This was my fault, Adrian. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I...I was wrong for kissing you when you were vulnerable like that.” He shook his head. “You needed a friend, and I was an ass.”

Her mind immediately went to the other day. Their kiss. The closeness. His lips on her neck and all over her face. She was still mentally kicking herself for initiating it in the first place. Every day, she had wondered what Adrian must think of her, yet here he was now, apologizing for no reason. This was Adrian, of course. He always apologized, even if he wasn’t at fault. That’s just who he was. But if he thought that there had been something wrong with the kiss (like Nova suspected) which caused her to push him away that day, then it truly was a mistake. She didn’t know what she was thinking. While she had been setting herself up for heartbreak since then, hearing his apology now was still a blow to her feelings for him. She should never have put him to sleep. Instead, she should’ve apologized before things went too far and hoped for forgiveness. Well, it was too late now.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. Damn her racing heart. “I was the one who kissed you, remember? I should be apologizing.” She looked down at the covers. “For that, and for putting you to sleep. You were only trying to help me. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m really sorry.”

He let out a slow sigh. “It seems like we both fucked up then, huh?” Nova stared at him blankly. “Can we just...pretend that the kiss didn’t happen? Go back to how things were before?” Though it pained her to do so, Nova nodded and forced a smile. She was lucky enough to still have his friendship, after fearing he wouldn’t want anything to do with her after she revealed her true feelings for him.

“I’d like that very much.” Perhaps her biggest lie to date.

“Good.” He nodded hesitantly, as if something was still bothering him. “And what you told me? The Anarchists and the messages?” Thank every star above he changed the subject before Nova could dwell too much on her rejection. Not the best topic, though.

Nova clenched her teeth. “My parents are still mad about that, but I think they’re waiting until I’m a little better before they lay into me.” She paused. “Can we not talk about the rest of that right now? I’ll...I’ll tell you more later, but my head is throbbing right now and I don’t know if I could handle that.”

“Of course,” he responded, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. Their hands were still clasped together. She tried not to think about it too much. “But you need to address that soon, Nova. And tell the Council. It’s too serious not to. You could be in danger.” After a moment, he added quietly, “And I can’t lose you, too.”

“Hey.” She sat up a little. “I won’t let that happen. I’ll make this right. I promise.” And that’s all she chose to say for the rest of the subject. Things were too complicated right now. It would be too hard to tell Adrian that she was beginning to lose faith in the Renegades and the Council and their system, that while the Anarchists were terrible people, their beliefs weren’t all bad. Not now. Maybe one day.

His posture relaxed a little. “Thank you.”

A small weight seemed to lift from her shoulders, but there was still more holding her down. She didn’t want to worry about that right now. Reaching for the remote, she turned to a movie channel that often played some of her and Adrian’s favorites. “Want to stay a while? I’m sure I could bribe Evie into making us some popcorn.”

She half expected him to say no, to laugh at her for even suggesting it. But he smiled and nodded, scooting further onto the bed until his back was against her headboard and he was inches away.

Nova was still plagued by his words from earlier, even as they sat in silence watching the movie. It was a good one, set in a far away universe, but Nova could barely pay attention. How could they move on as though what happened between them was nothing? Did Adrian think that she had only been acting in the moment, and not from her true feelings? Is that why he wanted to forget it, for her sake? Or was he embarrassed for her? That wasn’t necessarily like Adrian, Nova knew that, but she couldn’t rule out any possibilities. Ever since they started hanging out again, Nova’s baby crush had grown into something much more. Before, it had been merely admiring how handsome Adrian was, or checking him out when his back was turned, or playful flirting passed off as banter, or entertaining the idea of going on a date with him late at night when she was alone. Now, well, it was indescribable. He was her best friend. The very thought of him brought a smile to her face. Everything about him was endearing, even the way he snored softly while asleep or forgot to wipe off toothpaste from that one spot on his chin in the mornings and Nova would have to point it out to him at HQ or how he completely zoned out when drawing.

“Adrian.” He turned his head to look at her, eyebrows raised. They had only been watching the movie for about twenty minutes. Nova licked her lips before continuing. “I lied...about earlier.” When he frowned, Nova pressed on before she could be interrupted. “I don’t want to forget about the kiss.”

“What do you mean?”

She inhaled a shaky breath. “I understand if you want to go back to how things were, but I can’t just forget the kiss. Maybe you can but…” She searched for the proper words, “It meant too much to me. You mean too much to me.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for an answer. “I thought...after that, and what happened last year, you weren’t interested in me like that.”

She would have laughed if it didn’t hurt. “I thought my feelings were made pretty clear the other day. I was convinced you were the one who didn’t want that.”

He searched her face, shifting his body just a bit toward her. “You’re joking. Nova, I’ve-I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we were twelve. I thought you knew.”

It was Nova’s turn to be surprised. “I had no idea.”

“Well, you’re the one who’s always pushed me away.” He shook his head. “Skies, Nova, you put me to sleep mid-kiss. I don’t know about whatever world you’re from, but here, that usually means not interested.”

Her cheeks lit up. “I’m sorry about that, and every time before. I just…” she sighed, eyelids falling closed, “I don’t know. Being scared isn’t an excuse, but I was terrified that you would reject me.” She shrugged meekly. “We have so much history, and...and I don’t want to ruin that. You’re my best friend, Adrian.”

She nearly jumped when he grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers. His palms were sweaty, but she didn’t care. “No, I-I understand. I’ve felt the same way.”

“I’m not good at this kind of thing.” She gestured between them awkwardly with her head.

His laugh helped ease her nerves, his words even more so. “I know.”

She bit her bottom lip and avoided his gaze when she said, in a quiet voice, “Could we maybe try again?”

He bent his head down to look at her, and the look she got nearly made her slap him with a pillow. “You’re not going to put me asleep again, are you?” If it weren’t for the dorky smile on his lips, she definitely would’ve hit him.

“I don’t know. If it makes that shit eating grin disappear, I just might.”

“That’s more like it,” he said, and before she could retort with something snarky, he leaned forward and kissed her. After a short moment, he pulled back, smile gone and eyes a question. Only when she nodded did he kiss her again, this time a bit longer.

Nova sighed against his lips and leaned into him as much as she could without it being painful. She let go of his hand and let her fingers trail up until they came to rest on his neck . She felt him curl his hand into her hair, pulling out her braids, before bringing both palms to rest on her cheeks. The feeling of his gentle caresses sent chills down her spine. His fingers traced a path around her face, as though he were trying to create a map to remember every curve and feature. Their last kiss had been frantic and needy, more passionate than perhaps meaningful. Nova supposed it was due to the circumstances, of course, but also from years of tension and misunderstandings. Now that she was aware of Adrian’s feelings, she was able to fully let go and kiss him without worry.

He broke away, and Nova opened her mouth to protest. He silenced her by gently pressing kisses on her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her eyelids, all while murmuring her name and how much he adored her. Her heart swelled in her chest, and she brought his lips back to hers one last time before separating.

“I’m so glad you’re okay so we were able to redo that,” he breathed, mouth brushing hers as he spoke.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled and giggled. She let her forehead rest against his, closing her eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”

They spent the rest of the evening watching movies and cuddling, and even got Evie to bring them snacks, who may have expressed her disgust at the two of them. But Nova didn’t care. Not one bit.

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A Night To Remember

A/N: my request are open so feel free to request I write smut, fluff and angst. I hope you guys like this fic as much as y’all do my other two more will be coming. ~Destiny ❤️

Warnings: cussing, sex, oral, worship. Daddy kink spanking slight choking. Hair pulling.

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THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS UNDER 18

Word count: 2,464

(Please don’t copy my fics and use them as your own.)

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Steve Harrington doesn’t like girls like me, girls like me are confident, smart, independent and daring. He liked girls like Nancy wheeler. smart, submissive and squeaky clean. Steve and I had known each other for literally years, we were in 1st grade together and we’ve know each other since. Steve and I had a complicated friendship, one day we would talk like we were best friends then the next we would act like we didn’t know each other. So I don’t know how or when I got into this predicament. I was currently at Steve’s house during one of his famous parties, I never went to his parties always other kids. I was in the kitchen drinking listing to the music that was playing when I heard someone’s voice fill me ears.

“Well well well what do I owe the pleasure of having Hawkins party legend at my party?” I quickly turned around seeing Steve smiling at me, I raised an eyebrow and took another drink of my cranberry vodka. “Nothing just thought I’d show you how the real popular kids get down.” I smirked against my cup as he stood there speechless. “Well something made you show up tonight Y/N.” I pulled my cup away from my lips and I licked them and shrugged. “I wanted carol to leave me alone she wouldn’t stop begging me to come.” I’m not gonna lie I’ve always had a thing for Steve but I wouldn’t ever tell him and I knew he felt something for me as well but he wouldn’t say anything because my group of friends ran the school.

When we walked down the hallways kids parted including Steve and his crew, they wish they were like us and we knew it. Steve was a dork and that’s why I was in love with him, wait in love with him? Wow I’m definitely feeling the affects of drinking. I thought to myself as I tuned him out and just started at him. Next thing I knew he was snapping in my face. “I’m sorry what was that Steve?” He smiled and looked at me. “I said thank you for coming I really appreciate it.” His brown eyes shined at me and I had to stop myself from jumping his bones. Immediately scolded myself. “Get ahold of yourself Y/N, you are not a slut.” He walked over and hugged me, I took in his scent the smell of Farrah Fawcett hairspray soap and his cologne filled my nostrils and It was like I was getting intoxicated by his scent.

The party lasted for three long hours Steve and I kept exchanging glances all night, the sexual tension already starting to become present. Every time Steve and I had made eye contact I’m my stomach would go in knots so I started avoiding him. Steve has a live band and karaoke, a few of my friends from my singing class was up there singing it must have been love by Roxette when the song ended everyone cheered and some how I got pushed up on the stage and I looked at the karaoke list and I entered the number and Could’ve been by Tiffany started playing and I started singing along with the song.

*Steve’s pov*

I can’t believe Y/N’s at my party, no one knew I was madly in love with her. I’ve known her for basically my whole life, her and I were friends up until the 8th grade, she’s always been popular but the 8th grade was when she really got popular, then she pushed me to the side, I’m not going to say we just stopped talking cause we definitely didn’t it was just our friendship was put on hold, she always did what she wanted which is what made me so attracted to her. I saw some of her friends singing must’ve been love, I went over to the alcohol table and made myself blue stuff. When they were over I had downed two of them. But nothing would prepare me for who was up their singing next.

Her voice rang through my ears and my breath hitched, I had no idea she could sing. As she sang along with the lyrics effortlessly I felt my heart ache, I felt like the world had stopped and she was singing to me. Her voices sounded angelic the way she hit the high notes in the song gave me chill and the live band played along with the karaoke machine making the song that much better. When the song ended I turned around and got a refil of my drink but when I turned around she was gone. My mind was going a million miles a minute. “What if she left?” That was my first thought, the second was. “What if she only came to up keep her reputation as Hawkins party animal.” I shrugged it off and had fun the rest of the night.

When the party eneded I had started to clean up so my parents wouldn’t come home and kill me, while I was cleaning I heard a thump come from upstairs. I thought nothing of it, after about 20 minutes of cleaning and making sure everything was okay I locked up and decided to go upstairs, I walked up the stairs and half way up them I took my shirt off holding it in my hand. When I got up to my room I opened the door and froze. There she was, the girl I was madly in love with for years. The girl who I dated Nancy wheeler for just to forget about, the girl that broke my heart countless of times and I had her all to myself for once.

*Your pov*

After I basically poured my heart out I panicked, I went upstairs to Steve’s room. I noticed some of the things we did in elementary school, I was going through it and froze when I saw familiar hand writing on a piece of paper, it was mine. I picked the letter up and smiled at it and I read it. Steve Harrington will you marry me check yes or no.” He had checked yes then a few days later I got with Steve’s friend tommy I remembered that week Steve didn’t talk to me at all. He was my first kiss, I kissed Steve on the slide in second grade. That was then this is now, I still liked Steve I just didn’t think he’d like me back for how shallow I had been acting.

I heard his bed room door open and I froze, I turned to face whoever it was at the door. when I met Steve’s eyes there was a fire there and I wanted his fire to engulf me, I knew the alcohol wasn’t talking I was just using that as a crutch to make all of this seem okay. But I’m reality a girl like me would be frowned upon especially by her friends if they knew she was messing with some one not as cool as them. I didn’t care anymore I wanted Steve, I’ve waited literally years for this and now it’s here I’m not passing it up. Steve walked over to me and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “S-sorry Steve I didn’t mean to come in here and go through your things I’ll leave now.”

He put his finger on my lips and looked at me. “I don’t want you to leave.” I bit my lip and I felt the wind leave my body, “o-oh.” He smiled and saw the piece of paper in my hand and I seen his face light up. “I see you found the paper you wrote me in second grade, I know what you’re thinking I’m totally lame for keeping it.” It was my turn to hush him, I looked up at him while he pushed a piece of my hair out of my face. “Wha- Steve no I don’t think it’s lame, I think it’s sweet, I’m the one who should feel lame, I made my friends think it would be embarrassing to go after a guy I’ve been in love with for years.” His smiled dropped at that comment a flash of sadness broke across his face.

“O-oh I didn’t know you felt that way about a different guy.” He pulled away from me went to walk away. “Steve there’s two problems, 1. This is your house I should be the one to leave. 2. I’m in love with you doofus.” He looked at me like I spoke a different language. “wait what?” I looked at him and bit my lip and walked back to me and I immediately felt his body heat, he put his hand on my lip and looked at me. “You need to stop bitting that lip.” I looked up at him and smirked. “Then why don’t you bite it.” He put his calloused hand on the side of my face and I rubbed my face against his hand and I bite my lip. Before I could stop he smashed our lips together, my arms wrapped around his neck. He move to the side some and I followed his actions.

While we were kissing he started walking towards making me walk backwards I lost my balance and fell on his bed and started giggling. He got on top of me and started kissing my neck, I swiftly moved my head to the side to give him more access to my neck. I let out a gasp when he found my sweet spot, him sucking, licking and biting made goosebumps break across my body. He ground his clothes hips into me making me arch my back into him letting out a small groan. “S-Steve get on with it.” He smirked up at my impatient demand. He slid his hand up my thigh, slowly going under my dress and when he got to my hips he slid my dress up exposing my underwear.

He rubbed my clothed vagina, I let out a gasp sitting up on my elbows. He hit my elbows making me fall on my back and he looked up at me his face right near my soaked vagina. “I want you to sit back and enjoy.” When he spoke his breath hit my vagina making me arch my back up into him. “Steve s-stop teasing.” He smiled and started to kiss and suck his way up my thigh, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear dresses or skirts but I’d worry about that later right now I just wanted him. His fingers going into the waistline of my underwear, he removed them swiftly and as soon as they were out of his way he licked a long strip up my vagina lips. I put on hand on the sheet and the other in his hair.

I tugged gently at his hair causing him to let out a soft groan, he open my fold and started to eat me out immediately his tongue going to the place I needed him most and I arched my back and threw my head against his bed. “F-fuck Steve youur mouth feels g-great please keep going.” He let out a satisfyed hum while he ate me out, I tugged at his hair and the only thing filling the room was his occasional slurps and my soft gasp and moans. I felt the know in my stomach getting harder and harder to contain and I look down at Steve. “S-Steve I’m close, I don’t wanna cum without you.” He nodded and I groaned at the loss of contact but not getting upset with Steve because I knew he was only doing what I asked.

When he stood up I got off the bed and I pushed him on the bed and I got on my knees between his legs I pulled his blue jeans down along with his underwear and I took his hard dick in my hand and I ha e it a few pumps earning a hiss from Steve. “What happened to not wanting to tease?” I looked up at him and smiled. “Patients is a virtue.” I giggled while he rolled his eyes and I took that moment to take him in my mouth. He quickly filled my mouth and he threw his head back and let out a groan his hair immediately finding my hair, I started moving my head up down on his dick feeling it throb every so often.

I ran my hands up his thighs as I bobbed my head his grin getting tighter in my head, he started pushing my head up and down I gagged around him alittle bit tightening my throat around him while my eyes watered. He pulled my head up and grabbed my arm pulling me up to him quickly. He flipped us over and grabbed a condom, then he lined his dick up with my vagina and slowly pushed himself into me cause it me to let out a gut wrenching moan. “F-fuck S-so tight.” I bite my lip and I threw my head back. “P-please S-Steve keep going.” He kissed my neck and started thrusting into me roughly. Moans escaping my mouth.

I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into his shoulders not hard enough to make him bleed but enough to leave a mark, “F-fuck daddy please keep going I’m so close.” He let out a grunt at the use of that word and I felt his thrusts falter and he kept pounding into me, he pulled out for a moment turning me on my arms and knees and he slipped back into me and continued his rough pace. He put his hand around my throat and pulled me against his body, our body heat making it that much hotter in the room and the sweat started to bead across our foreheads and I clenched around him causing him to let out a loud groan against my neck. “F-fuck baby do that again.” I repeated the action making his thrust alter and he pushed me against the bed, I arched my back making him go deeper and he slapped my ass “F-fuck you feel so good around me.”

I bite my lip and let out a loud moan. “S-Steve I’m g-gonna.” He pulled me against him and bite my ear lobe. “Go ahead baby girl cum around daddy’s dick.” I let one fianl moan and came around his erect dick clenching and squeezing it, making his thrust grow sloppy and uneven, then I felt his dick throb in me and his hot cum fill the condom. When he pulled out I collapsed against the mattress and rolled on the left side of the bed, he got up and disposed of the condom and threw it in the trash can and laid on the right side looking at me. “What does this mean for us? I mean it’s obvious there’s something there.”

He smiled as we both tried to catch our breaths. “We. Will. Talk. About. It. In. The. Morning.” He smiled and kissed my lips and I let out a chuckle. “What?” He smiled and looked at me. “Don’t tell carol this but she was right.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “About what?” I looked at him and snuggled up to him. “She said it was going to be a night to remember and she was right.” He smiled and snuggled close to me and wrapped his arms around me. “I guess she was right.” We went to sleep in each others arms knowing the love we had for each other and how it would last until the end of time.

A/N: this was my first smut fic I’ve written in a year, so sorry if I’m rusty. If you guys liked it I wrote it, if not then I don’t know who did. 😂😂 my request are open so feel free to request.

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I Need Fire (Part 18)

Authors Note: Please I encourage you to listen to Send Her My Love by Journey while reading the beginning of this chapter followed by Faithfully by Journey, both songs were huge inspirations for this chapter! I hope this chapter makes up for the last few!! As always any and all feedback is more than welcome<3 Word Count: 3,898 Warnings: a bit of angst and fluff Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic @oh-well1 @la-sorciere-fleur @anxious-diabetic @xdeath-soulx @fanofnightz If you’d like to be added please let me know!

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Chapter 18 December 23rd

One week, seven days, one hundred and sixty eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes. That’s how long Tommy had been gone. Rayne had tried everything to find out where he was, to no avail, so either he really was MIA or people were covering up for him. She was sure Doc was covering up for him, he claimed to have no idea when she called. Nikki was out of his mind on drugs but claimed to have no idea. It was frustrating and she was close to giving up. Rayne had fallen asleep outside on the back patio night after night on one of the lounge chairs. She would wrap herself in an oversized blanket and the brisk cool California air and the sound of waves swirled around her lulling her to sleep.

She’d been spending a lot of time outside for the past week, she felt such emptiness when she stayed in the house. So she would choose the chill of the outside world, than the emptiness of the home she lived in. It hurt too much to see the Christmas tree and the decorations around the house that they had put up when they first got back. Rayne hadn’t even turned on any of the Christmas lights all month, which usually symbolized such joy for her. To top it all off she wasn't even sure if her Christmas plans were still happening. She and Tommy talked about hosting Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas dinner with his family at their new home. She'd went out and bought all the food one day after work that week, she just hoped she had someone to feed it to.

There was some good news however, Rayne had gone to the doctor for a follow up and he said she was healing very well. She could go back to taking baths and more strenuous exercise. Rayne had gone to a kickboxing class every day since the check up. It was practically therapy going to the classes, which is why she always loved kick boxing. Her doctor also told her she could resume normal sexual activity which she did everything she could to not let out a laugh at that statement. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. But tonight she was going to go out and have fun. Journey was playing a show at the Forum and she was always in love with Steve Perry’s voice. Tommy and her had planned to go but since he was MIA she wasn’t going to miss out.

Rayne stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom. She wore a ripped up black denim skirt, black stockings, a leopard print top with her signature leather jacket and boots. Jo had always given her shit for liking Journey, saying that they were “corporate rock” whatever the hell that meant. And she knew she might look a bit out of place but she didn’t care. With a few tweaks to her hair and makeup Rayne was ready to head over to LA for the night.

When she got to the Forum, Rayne made her way through the sea of people tailgating. She always loved the atmosphere of the tailgate, the energy was always buzzing with excitement of fans before they saw a band they loved. Rayne headed to a bar down the street to grab a quick drink before show time. Of course since a show was in town was bar was booming. Rayne made her way to the bar sliding in to order a whisky neat. Once she paid for her drink she found a vacant space against a pillar. It was at that moment that she saw Doc sitting in a booth with a guy Rayne did not recognize. Doc locked eyes with her and waved her over.

“Hey Rayne, didn’t expect seeing you here.” Doc smiled up at her. As soon as she approached the table she could feel the other man's eyes on her.

“Yeah, I am going to the Journey show tonight and figured I’d grab a drink beforehand.” She replied looking over to the man in the booth, he was awfully handsome. Rayne extended her hand to him. “Hi by the way, I’m Rayne.”

The man took her hand and flashed a million dollar smile. “I’m Jon, nice to meet you Rayne.”

“Take a seat Rayne.” Doc offered.

“Oh I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not, please sit.” Doc encouraged and Rayne took a seat across from Doc and next to Jon. “Jon’s a new signing of mine and his band is about to do some press and shows over in Japan so we made a stop in LA, he’s from the east coast. Which you’re from also right Rayne?”

“Yeah I’m from Jersey.”

“No shit so am I.” Jon smiled turning in the booth to face her.

“Really? Huh, small world.” Rayne chuckled. She was about to ask him where in New Jersey he grew up but Doc quickly spoke up.

“Is Tommy with you?” Doc interjected. Snapping Rayne out of whatever was going on with her and Jon.

“No.” Rayne sighed. “He’s still no where to be found. I kinda thought you might have been covering for him.”

“I’m not, I honestly have no idea.” Doc said honestly. Rayne shook her head, how could Doc not even know where he was? Rayne simply finished her glass of whisky before pushing it to the center of the table.

“Well it was good seeing you, I’m going to head back I want to catch Bryan Adams, he’s opening and I’ve heard good things.” Rayne smiled pushing herself out of the booth. “It was nice meeting you Jon, good luck with everything.”

“Bye.” Jon said softly watching as Rayne made her way through the crowd of people and out of the bar.

What she had heard was true Bryan Adams. He definitely wasn’t as hard rocking as what Rayne usually liked but his lyrics were amazing and his energy as a solo artist was great. You could tell that he was still learning about himself on stage and commanding a large crowd, but he had incredible potential. Once he had left the stage Rayne walked up to the concession stands to grab a beer, not her favorite but it would do. When she returned to her aisle seat the lights went down and the crowd erupted.

When Journey came on she was transfixed, they were just absolutely incredible musicians and Steve Perry’s voice soared throughout the arena.

Early on in the set the keyboard notes of one of Rayne’s favorite songs off the new record started emitting an excited squeal from her.

It's been so long Since I've seen her face You say she's doing fine

Rayne sang along to the words loving hearing the crowd sing the words back to the band. She hoped one day that would be what Motley Crue received every night on stage. They had been the opener for the tour with Ozzy and the crowds knew some of their more popular songs but she knew one day they’d be the headliner and the crowd would drown them out during every song.

I still recall A sad cafe How it hurt so bad to see her cry I didn't want to say good-bye

There was something about the way Steve sung the lyrics that night, it went straight to her heart. She felt the tears start to sting, it all just hit too close to home.

Send her my love, memories remain Send her my love, roses never fade Send her my love

The same hotel, the same old room I'm on the road again She needed so much more Than I could give

Rayne almost jumped out of her skin when she felt someone grab her hand. She turned ready to punch whoever it was that thought they could grab her. But was shocked as hell to see Tommy standing sheepishly next to her.

We knew our love could not pretend Broken hearts can always mend

Half of her was elated, and the other half was seething. Did he seriously think he could just show back up and be affectionate? Rayne unlaced their fingers and watched as Tommy silently mouthed, “I’m sorry.” She didn’t respond, simply turned her attention to the stage and the electrifying band on it.

The last song before the encore that night was Faithfully, and honestly the lyrics and song were completely too much for Rayne, halfway through the song she pushed past Tommy and began climbing the stairs up to the concourse. Rayne kept her head down, her hands furiously wiping tears away from her cheeks.

“Rayne! Rayne wait!” She nearly stilled at the sound of Tommy’s voice but kept moving through the arena. She was forced to stop walking when Tommy grabbed her hand and spun her towards him. “Rayne, hear me out.”

“What’s there to hear Tommy?” Rayne raised her voice. “You bail on me for a week and then you just fucking show up here and act like everything is okay?”

Slipping her hand out of his grasp Rayne turned on her heel and walked towards one of the arena doors. The crisp December air was a welcome feeling against her hot skin. “Rayne! I’m not trying to act like everything is okay. Just, talk to me!”

“I’m going home.” Rayne said as she reached her car. “So if you want to talk, that’s where I’ll be. If you can even remember how to get there.”

Tommy opened the passenger side door and slipped into the seat causing Rayne to lean down inside the car looking at him in shock, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going home with you.” Tommy said simply. Rayne sighed getting behind the wheel.

“I’m not saying a word until we get home. You just fucked with me seeing a band I really love.” Rayne said pointedly at Tommy turning the key in the ignition and cranking up the volume on her cassette player. Malibu wasn’t extremely close to Los Angeles and Rayne was seething behind the wheel. Eventually they pulled into the driveway and Rayne turned the car off and silently walked into her home with Tommy falling behind her. Rayne put her bag down on the kitchen counter and turned to Tommy, “You wanted to talk. So talk.”

“Rayne, I’m sorry. I completely reacted the wrong way. I should never have left that day, and I should’ve come back before tonight. I just, I didn’t know what to do, or what to say.” Tommy admitted. “So I’ll start with the beginning.”

Rayne crossed her arms and was all ears.

“When you told me about the baby, everything in my brain started to misfire. It was a lot to take in, I was excited to think we were pregnant, and then to hear that we lost the baby was heartbreaking. And then it was earth shattering to hear that you thought you had to bear the grief on your own to not hurt me.” Tommy’s words were coming out rapid fire, Rayne knew he was nervous. “I could only imagine what you were going through. And it made complete sense why you pulled away. But on top of all of that, I was still hurt.”

“You shouted at me Tommy.” Rayne said sadly. “You have never raised your voice to me the entire time we’ve been together.”

“I regret that as much as disappearing. I never should have done that, there’s no excuse for that. No matter how angry or hurt I was feeling, I should never have raised my voice. That’s not me.”

Rayne heavily sighed and looked down to the floor. “Where do we go from here?”

“We talk about how we’re feeling. What happened is no small thing baby. And this is the first time either of us have been able to talk about it with a cool head.”

“You hurt me Tommy. Do you remember what you said to me before you walked out?” Rayne couldn’t even look at him.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t.” Tommy said sadly.

“You said ‘it looks like you failed at that too,’ and you know that cuts me to the bone. When we talked about a family I told you my biggest fear would be that I would fail them. And I was already beating myself up about doing exactly that. So for you to say that to me…” Rayne began to get choked up. “It broke my heart Tommy.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Even in anger that is below the belt.” Tommy apologized. “How can we fix this? I know we can get through this as long as we’re together.”

Rayne looked up at Tommy with tears in her eyes, “Just get over here and hold me.”

Tommy let out a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding and rushed toward Rayne and tightly wrapped his arms around her, lifting her ever so slightly off the ground. Rayne wrapped her hands around Tommy’s neck burying her face in his hair, breathing in his scent. Tommy whispered in her ear, “I missed you so much baby. I love you. I love you so much.”

Smiling softly Rayne began to cry. It felt so good simply to have his arms wrapped around her. It was the first time since the accident that they had really touched or showed any physical affection to the other. “I’m so sorry Tommy.”

“What? Baby you have nothing to be sorry for.” Tommy pulled his head back in order to look at Rayne. Rayne just nodded her head.

“I do, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have. And I’m so sorry I was caught up with the craziness of life and completely unaware of the fact that I was pregnant. If I’d have know I’d have been more cautious.”

“No, baby. No. Do not apologize for any of that. You had no idea, and I think for anyone, not actively trying, that is probably normal to not know. Maybe we just have to trust in that everything does happen for a reason.” Tommy said softly, gently caressing Rayne’s face. “You are perfect, and you’re going to be a great mom, when the time is right. And I’m here for you Rayne, truly, I am here.”

Smiling softly at his words Rayne leaned in a kissed his lips tentatively. "I've been an emotional wreck for weeks Tommy. Just because you and I are alright it doesn't change that fact."

"I'm here for you baby, no matter what. My only ask is don't hide what you're going through from me. If you're hit with a wave of sadness I want you to come to me for support okay?" Rayne nodded her head. "I'll always be here to support you baby."

Rayne knew he was telling the truth. She knew he would support her through not only the emotions that may come up but also through life in general. Happy that they put that on the table Rayne asked another question that had been bugging her all week. “Where exactly did you go anyway?”

“I crashed at Mick’s house much to his dismay.” Tommy gave a light chuckle.

“Oh I’m sure he absolutely loved that.”

“I got a lot of shit thrown at me all week.�� Tommy nodded. “So am I forgiven?”

“Am I forgiven?” Rayne asked for herself.

“There’s nothing to forgive baby.” Tommy kissed her.

“Ditto.” Rayne smiled. “Can we go to bed now? I’m exhausted.”

Holding his hand out for her to take Rayne gladly did and allowed Tommy to lead her upstairs to bed. Tommy took off his shirt as Rayne walked into the bathroom to take her makeup off and wash her face. Rayne looked at herself in the mirror to see she looked like a hot mess, mascara stains had run down her cheeks from her tears. “Jeeze Tommy, you could’ve told me I looked insane.”

“You don’t look insane, you look beautiful.” Tommy spoke from the bedroom. Rayne popped her head out of the bathroom to look at him.

“I love you babe, but I look like a crazy person.” Rayne chuckled taking a makeup wipe to her face and walking back into the bathroom. After washing her face, moisturizing her skin and pulling her hair up in a pony tail Rayne padded into the bedroom. She opened one of her drawers and grabbed an oversized t-shirt. She walked over to the bed, throwing the t-shirt on the mattress and began to undress. Of course Tommy rolled over on his side to admire his girlfriend.

“You are truly the most beautiful woman in the world.” Tommy said softly just before Rayne took off her bra, she playfully threw it at him. Grabbing it from the air Tommy smiled, “What? It’s true!”

Slipping her t-shirt over her head Rayne placed her clothes in the laundry basket. When she walked back to the bed Tommy threw the comforter and sheets down for Rayne to slip under. Rayne turned off the light next to the bed and slipped under the sheets, immediately Tommy wrapped his arms around Rayne pulling her close. He was home, not only in his physical home, Rayne was also his home. “It’s good to be home.”

“It’s good to have you home. Goodnight Tommy.” Rayne gave Tommy’s arm a squeeze.

“Goodnight baby.”

The next day Rayne woke up to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. She rolled over to wake Tommy up only to be greeted with cold sheets. She sat up in bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes before pushing the covers off her to go downstairs. What she saw in the kitchen shocked her. Tommy was standing over the stove cooking, actually cooking. "What are you making?"

Startled Tommy turned to look at Rayne. "Well you're always feeding me so I wanted to treat you to some french toast."

"Tommy it smells amazing." Rayne said appreciatively taking a deep breath in. "Since when do you cook?"

"I mean, I wouldn't consider following the receipe anything special but my mom taught me a few things in the kitchen." He grinned shyly. "And besides I know you're going to be cooking a lot today, which I'll also gladly help with. But I figured one thing you didn't have to worry about would be helpful. Now sit down."

Rayne smiled at the gentle command and took a seat at the kitchen table watching Tommy work his magic. The food did really smell amazing and she hadn't eaten french toast in forever. "So everything is still going as planned for tonight and tomorrow?"

"Yeah. My mom is so excited to see you and the house and have your cooking." Tommy said enthusiastically while bringing a plate over setting it in front of Rayne. He then quickly returned back with a cup of coffee.

"Well I'm glad I did my shopping this week. I didn't know what would be happening, what with everything that was happening." Rayne teased Tommy, he took it well. "Anyway I hope you like seafood because there's going to be lots of it tonight."

Rayne's grandmother had passed down many Italian traditions to her, one of the ones the older woman was most passionate about was the Christmas Eve meal of the seven fishes. She had never really had the opportunity to do it on her own because it was usually just her and Jo, and Jo wasn't much a fan of seafood.

"I love me some seafood and anything that you cook. You know my mother is going to be flying around trying to help you right?"

“And I will gladly welcome the help.” Rayne took a sip of her coffee. “Also I’m just saying, if your cooking for other things is as good as your French toast, I’m gonna have to go to have to work harder at kickboxing class. Because food this good will make me fat.”

Tommy laughed and took a bite of French toast for himself. “I’m glad you like it. You always cook so much for me, I figured it was only right to return the favor.”

Rayne simply tapped her index finger against her pursed lips and Tommy happily pushed his chair back and leaned over the table to kiss Rayne’s lips. She tasted like maple syrup and cinnamon she was sugar and spice incarnate. When Tommy pulled away from her lips he couldn’t help how his heart soared. She was his person, she was his forever. He stood up straight and started to make his way up the stairs. Rayne called after him playfully, “Tommy where are you going?”

“Just, stay. Right there.” Tommy said enthusiastically as he disappeared into their bedroom. Shrugging her shoulders Rayne took one last bite of French toast before pushing the dish away from her and grabbing a strawberry to nibble on. Rayne heard him shuffling around before he rushed back down the steps until he stood tall in front of Rayne.

“Tommy, what are y…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence Tommy was down on one knee.

“Rayne Sykes, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my whole life. You make me so happy, and if you’ll allow me I’ll spend my entire life trying to make you as happy as you make me. Everything good that has happened to me and all the good that is yet to come, it all means nothing unless you are right next to me to experience for it. I wanted to propose at the perfect moment, I wanted everything to be perfect. But what I was blind to was that every moment with you is perfection.” Tommy spoke with a heartfelt passion and pulled out a red velvet box opening it to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. Rayne gasped when she saw it. “Rayne Sykes, will you marry me?”

Rayne was genuinely shocked. She knew Tommy had wanted to propose to her the night of the accident, but she didn’t expect him to choose this moment to do it. His words were beautiful and from the heart, everything Tommy did was from the heart. She didn’t know what she did to deserve the man kneeling in front of her but she would be happy to be his forever, and she would be happy to have him forever. Rayne began to frantically nod her head smiling wide before she happily replied, “Yes.”

Tommy took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Rayne’s ring finger before standing up smiling down at her. Rayne stood up and onto her tippy toes to bring her lips to Tommy’s. Pulling away she looked down at the sparkling ring on her finger which the diamond itself was large but the band was also completely adorned with smaller diamonds. It was just completely stunning. “Do you like it?”

“Tommy it’s beautiful.” Rayne exclaimed breathlessly before meeting his gaze and giggling. “Holy shit, did we just get engaged?”

“We’re engaged baby.” Tommy smiled leaning in to kiss Rayne once more.

It was not how Rayne expected the day to begin, but it was a welcomed surprise. She knew she had to shower and get ready for the day and Tommy’s family but right now she wanted to stay in this little bubble that was just the two of them as long as she possibly could.

Take me to the next chapter....

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Did I make up for making you all suffer the last few chapters? It’s not the end of angst in this story but for now we’ll live in the bubble of happiness. Did you listen to the songs while reading? What did you think? Any favorite parts of this chapter? Anything you’d like to see moving forward? Let me know!

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