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freshairforrabbits · 8 months

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🍉 - What will your OC take to the grave?

For your southern gothic avatar au. Any of the characters :)

Oh thank you so much for asking this, now this is a juicy one indeed 😈❤️

Discussions of Abuse, Grooming, Rape, Incest, your classic Southern Gothic themes below:

I feel like Circled Me (Southern Gothic AU) Spider is super obvious for this one, at first he was going to take what Jake did to him to the grave, but that changed by the end of the story. However, his dad's betrayal on top of that? Oh, he's taking that shit ALL the way to the grave, the only way Kiri or anyone else is finding out is if his dad or Jake slips the fuck up or connects the dots. The guilt, shame, and everything is far too great and the risk that something worse will happen (at least that's how Spider feels) is way to great now, no, even if he makes it out of that house four years down the line at eighteen, he's not telling a soul until it's pried the fuck out of him. A much lighter thing he'd take to the grave though probably something like the time he dunked Jake's toothbrush in the toilet because he pissed him off doing some stupid thing or other. I like to think they had a pretty intense rivalry that swung back and forth between being a bit Too Close, Too Touchy, at least on Jake's part, but in Spider's mind he was slotting in to the role of "mom" in a way, to being at each other's throats until Daddy could come and break up the fight. Spider has probably also done some shit fueled by straight up short minded teenage brain stuff where he's stolen one of Jake's hoodies, or maybe even used Jake's toothbrush to actually brush his teeth with when Jake's not home, to probably rifling through Jake's shit and finding questionable porno mags and borderline snuff photos he takes with him places that Spider will never tell anyone about. Unfortunately, Jake is very fucking perceptive and even sets a lot of things up so many things Spider would take to the grave (including every embarrassing little thing, even the time Spider accidentally pissed the sleeping bag on a camping trip and tried to blame it on water seeping in through the tent's floor due to some conveniently timed downpouring thunderstorm) yeah, Jake knows all that stuff. And that means Spider's dad knows too 😌

Circled Me! Quaritch is definitely just taking the fact he'd be balls deep in a man (Jake, both Jake's in this case) and still call someone faggot in the most derogatory, nasty manner because 2010s homophobia in the US was built different. Like homophobic homosexual level stuff which is fucking amusing. He's probably inclined to take the incest to the grave as well considering I love when a rapist in a story is super sad and pathetic about the abuse they're commiting, like yeah, you guilty guilty motherfucker keep up that cycle of repression and projection loser man. I think on a lighter note for him he'd also take to the grave that he cried the first day Spider went to kindergarten or some shit, whereas Spider didn't even glance back at all.

And Circled Me! Recom Jake? Jesus, he's taking a LOT of shit to the grave, but molesting Spider isn't necessarily one of them. If it wouldn't get him promptly shot or thrown in a prison cell, he'd smear it in the face of every person he ever meets, he'd have Spider on his arm like a true childbride, matching gold rings and everything. In fact, it'd probably be his entire childhood that he'll never ever tell anyone about, and never go to therapy about, and never break the cycle from. Like the weird fucking shit with his name being Jacob just like his older brother, but born years apart, Mom calling him Jack, Dad calling him Jake, Dad constantly telling him about Tommy, treating Jacob 2.0 like a twin copy and saying Tommy was/is his brother, right? He's just like Jake, right? He is Jake, just better, more obedient, so unbelievably good for him and good for the whole family-- and well, what better way to get a little prepubescent replacement for the other kid that's gotten too old than to just have another and raise him just like the first Jake Sully. In other words, the web of abuse in the Sully family is extensive and fucked. It's filled with Dads having another kid later on when they're no longer interested in their original target cause they're too old once they hit puberty, learning the ugly fucking truth of a legacy of pure shit and predation. So, they have another. And groom them up just Right. He'd also take some stupider stuff to the grave like the amount of weird things he's stolen from Spider's room and stashed in a shoebox Joe Goldberg-style. Like hair clippings and weird shit. I like to think he has funnier things he'll take to the grave, especially considering he's gotten into a lot of stupid situations in this verse, but there's so many possibilities that I can't even begin to think of them. Just think funny, super embarrassing sex things and you'll be there.

Circled Me! Parker is taking what he saw in that kitchen to the grave, in fact, he's taking the whole Socorro family to the grave, once he bounces and gets a new job in a few years, he's gonna act like he never even knew them.

I am already rambling so much and could probably get into the others but >:)) I will leave that up to people's imaginations

#answered asks #thank you very much for this and i hope these answers sufficed ❤️#you circled me inside my room

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lasnevadaslaborunion · 2 years

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i am nothing but predictable... quackity for the ask game?

First impression: Please don't crucify me... you know Tommy's "most people find me annoying at first" bit? Yeah, that was me with c!Quackity. I first watched the lore out of order, I thought he was a joke at best and a power-hungry one-dimensional bastard at worst, and I couldn't stand the guy. Such a dark time... I prefer not to dwell on it.

Impression now: Favorite character (derogatory). I love Byronic heroes and antiheroes of the Macaulayan definition, I love the "he who fights monsters" trope, I love dramatic little shits with weird senses of humor, I love hopeless romantics with abandonment issues, I love characters who reforge themselves into a crueler shape to avoid suffering but suffer regardless, I love characters who will commit horrific crimes but immediately turn around and hurl themselves into harm's way for a loved one. It's like this guy was handcrafted to appeal to me specifically, and his arc is so well-executed at nearly every turn. I love c!Quackity with every fiber of my being. Hope he loses his second life soon :)

Favorite moment: So many to choose from. But lately, the moment that lives rent free in my brain is the obsidian grid. Standing over the country he nearly abandoned and then couldn't save, next to the friends he once failed and then tried to protect, pulling out his guitar and suggesting that they sing the anthem one last time... and then, the latecomer, the outsider, the eternal second-best, is the only living person who remembers the anthem's second verse. It's so small, but so powerful. And the fact that he nearly abandoned the country before returning to fight for a doomed cause? Damn.

Idea for a story: You know how my favorite musical is Hadestown? I could milk the parallels for all they're worth... Or I could just finish up that JoJo AU I've had in the works for months. (I really like 《Winner Takes It All》 as a stand name.)

Unpopular opinion: I'm not a huge fan of the Butcher Army arc. I think the situation here is far grayer than the fandom (or the script) gives it credit for, but it just feels rushed and kind of undercuts c!Quackity's whole "I used to want peace" thing later. We did get some fantastic voice acting and fanart out of it, though.

Favorite relationship: This is a tough one. cc!Quackity is such a good collaborative roleplayer that he brings out the best in most characters he interacts with. But c!vice duo and c!cabinet duo will always have a special place in my heart.

Favorite headcanon: Tons of 'em related to being a duck hybrid/avian. I'm especially fond of fulvous whistling duck designs. A closely related one is that even though c!Quackity can't fly properly (was his wing growth stunted in juvie?), he feels most comfortable when he's in the open and high off the ground. He needs to be able to see everything around him to feel at ease.

#asks #ask game #c!quackity

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stellocchia · 3 years

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This is part 3 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 - Part 2

Here we go again! When I started this I did NOT think it would be this long or take this much time, that said the Exile Arc is very nice to rewatch. There are a lot of little moments I didn’t notice on first watch.

Anyway, as always from here on out it’ll all be about the characters and we will be discussing some heavy topics so do keep that in mind!

We are now onte the 4th proper Exile stream: Tommy Is Holding It Together in Exile with Dream

This one peculiarly enough does not start with Tommy drowning. Also I want to mention that this is the second time during exile where Tommy mentions that he thinks he is allucinating. The first time it was in regard to seeing a group of mobs, this time it was in regard to Tubbo being on-line. Also at the beginning of the stream he finds a present left from HBomb consisting of 1 fire resistance potion 1 strenght II potion, Wait and a photo of the Queen, Tubbo and Vikkstar.

“We need to do something and quick today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but every single day at the start of my stream Dream logs on uh... and I’m starting... *sigh* he said that Technoblade was over there” (moment when he decides to go scout out Techno’s cabin)

“Okay, what if- just- just to investigate it because I know- I know that big man Dream wouldn’t be too happy if he knew so...” (the manipulation is turning out to be quite effective)

By the way, the reason Tommy states for wanting to see Techno at this point is literally just too feel again like there was someone near (he did say “to smell” someone near, which does tie in with him saying he could “almost smell” Dream when he was searching Techno’s cabin when only Ghostbur and Tommy were there, which I’m sure we could analize further, but I won’t), not to team with him. Once again, :t no point was it Tommy’s intention for them to team up.

“I’m very lonely out here heh, I’m very lonely back home” (casual use of “home” to referr to Logstedshire)

“I wanna go back, I wanna go back. I don’t like this no I don’t like this now we’ve been away for too long” (panicked speach patterns get worse the longer he is away)

“Friend??? No, horse” (Lmao)

“Dream wouldn’t want me going in here...” “Dream wouldn’t like it if I was here! Dream wouldn’t like it if I stole! He’d loose his shit, he’d loose his shit. Surely not...” *Dream joins the game* “oh Oh OH NO! I’m in deep fried shit!”

I want to point out that I personally think a bit of time has passed since last stream, mainly because of this progression. At this point it’s not only fear of physical pain prompting him to act a certain way, it’s also Dream’s conditioning: suddenly what Dream wants it’s extremely important and the same goes with what he would and wouldn’t approve of. And, if I remember correctly, this particular scene was quite the eye opener for a lot of the audience at the time.

“Okay we run back we run back we run back we run back *screams* okay which way’s back? which way’s back? which way’s back? He [Dream] can’t know he can’t know” (panicked speach patterns once again, getting worse)

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone there, that was stupid that was stupid that was stupid” (self-loathing)

“Now how do I get home?” “No no, chat, we should just get home!” “We should probably get home quick” “Is anyone at home? Maybe Wilbur came home” (Logsteshire has now the title of “home”, but it’s definitely not safe)

“No!” *creeper blows up* “*sigh* I deserve that” (self-loathing)

“You know let’s clean up our land. What we need to do before... before He arrives. Maybe we should make a little safe spot, nah, there isn’t enough time today. You know I reckon after last night He is gonna be okay with us, He is gonna be much more...” (hard time speaking or thinking about Dream)

Tommy proceeds to seat down with the compass listening to Far and looking towards L’Manburg for a while. Then Tubbo (hallucination, which is quite worrying) comes out of the portal with the compass in hand and they stare at each other for a bit, after that he keeps seeing Tubbo (always hallucination) throughout the stream.

“I actually just woke up Tommy and I came straight here, to visit you” “Why would you go stra- straight here?” “Because I wanted to see you~” “Why?” “Uh, because we’re friends” “Oh yeah... hi Dream!” “Hello”

Dream arrives and blows up Tommy’s armour and weapons (I actually did not remember about Dream taking the weapons every time as well, but it does make sense in Dream’s f*cked up way considering that his intent was leaving Tommy entirely defenceless so that he would be more dependent on him). This time though, Dream makes Tommy light up the tnt, with minimal resistance from Tommy at this point (he just says: “I don’t really want to”, but he can’t bring himself to resist more then that).

I do find quite interesting that every time they seem to have the blowing up and insecurities part of the conversation at first and then basically re-start all over. It happened last stream as well. Also, Dream keeps accentuating 2 points to Tommy: how everything back in L’Manburg is better without him there and how, while it is basically effortless to come visit Tommy, he is the only one making the effort (even going as far as going to visit first thing in the morning).

“I’ve had a little idea by the way, I want to know what you think” “Okay” “And also if I’m allowed” “Okay” “*sigh* Basically, I’ve been thinking, you know how we made our Big Path to get home?” “Yes, it’s been a little while” “Yeah yeah, I’m thinking: I throw a party!”

So, couple of things to talk about here: Tommy feels the need to constantly ask Dream for permission (because Dream just puts so many rules to this supposed “exile”), another indication of some time having passed since the last stream for them, considering that the last stream was literally the day before irl (I’m talking about the “it’s been a little while” part) and also this is when we are introduced to the idea of the party.

“I’m allowed? I’m allowed?” “Yeah, can I come?” “Of co- uh- yeah” “Okay, they’re allowed to come” (talking about the party)

“Well Dream, is it me or is it you that’s been left by themselves for about 13 days now?” (irl it’s been 4-5 days, though at least now we have a bit of a timeframe for them as well)

Ghostbur arrives with Phil (who gifts Tommy the Tommy Slippers, which are a pair of diamond boots, a stack of black wool, 8 iron blocks and a Friendship Emerald)

“Guys are you- are you real?” “Am I real?” “Because I keep fucking seeing... I keep seeing Tubbo” (Tommy finally mentioning the hallucination to others, also Ghostbur pretends to see him, though it was confirmed later on that he wasn’t there)

“Dream’s here by the way, Dream’s always here” (now that’s kinda ominous)

“Dream, Dream I swear to Christ I think I just kept seeing Tubbo” “I didn’t see him, I never saw him once. Phil didn’t see him either, it was only you and Wilbur. Pretty sure he wasn’t here~” “My eyes are not the most reliable, I see lots of things”

I’d say from here on out is when Tommy starts trusting Dream over his and Ghostbur’s perceptions of reality. After all, as I said at the start, this is not the first, nor the last time where he questions his own perception of reality and, as we talked about in the last analysis, it’s not the first time that Dream tries to assert himself as his main source of information (callback to him negating having ever destroyed any of Tommy’s belongings). Also Fundy came to visit giving Tommy an efficiency II fortune I diamond axe (may I point out now how Fundy is literally the one person, aside from Dream and Ghostbur, visiting the most and how he is the only one aside from Ghostbur always saying “hi” whenever Tommy logs on? Their friendship is so underrated).

“I’m going- I’m going crackers...” “Hi Tommy! I think- I think I saw Tubbo as well” “Dream was Tubbo here?” “I did not ever see Tubbo, but I don’t know, I haven’t seen him” (confirmation of what I said before)

“Dream, now that you showed up everyone started to visit me again!” “Well I think it’s just because the- well, to be fair, are they here with you right now? They’re just running around, like, I don’t think they are here visiting you, they’re just visiting Logstedshire” “Oh” (Dream enhancing Tommy’s feeling of loneliness)

“He [Tubbo] told me he missed you” “Really?” “Well-” “Yeah! I gave him a compass that pointed towards you at all times and he siad ‘I really miss him'“ “Really?” “Yeah” (...) “I thought I saw the compass in a chest, like he threw it in a chest in the Community House, but I’m not- maybe it was a different compass, I’m not sure”

Ghostbur was actually a great support during Tommy’s exile. From pointing out the holes in Dream’s rules, to trying and reassure and support Tommy when he is feeling down, often going directly against Dream’s narrative, even going as far as creating a physical connection between Tommy and Tubbo through the compasses. It’s no surprise then that Dream tried to get rid of him right after this stream. Tommy builds his first girlfrend, “hot girl”.

“Hey Tommy, don’t you worry, I’ll be at the beach party!” (Ghostbur said, like a liar...)

“Wilbur did you burn my hit novel?” “No!” “I heard you did” “No!” “Did you know that that was the only book in history that sold better then the Bible?” “No! No! No! Didn’t do it!” (Ghostbur said again, like a liar...)

“Wilbur we need a chest room” “No I don’t really need one, I just go to L’manburg” “Low blow ghost” (Ghost [derogatory])

“I’m sleep deprived” (we’re back into character after the 20 minutes of them bullying Brand)

“I have a gift for you Tommy” *gives Tommy iron helmet, chestplate and pants* “Armour? For me?” “Yeah” “Oh thank you, thank you!” “You’re welcome”

Remember this part because Dream will use this as a point against Tommy when destroying Logstedshire, just like Techno does later on. In case anyone was wondering: if you give something freely to someone as a gift you have literally no right to then hold it over their head at a later date. That’s just manipulative as shit.

This neds with Phil, Dream and Tommy making a cake for the beach party and deciding on the last few details, and:

“We’re getting better everyone. We’re getting- are we- we’re getting better. I guess- I guess we’re bonding... *sigh* I guess...”

I’ll leave this off by reminding everyone that Dream and Tommy called Dream blowing up Tommy’s armour and weapons “bonding”.

#dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #ghostbur #exile arc #tw abuse #tw manipulation #relationship analysis #long post #my post #I was thinking of doing 2 streams at a time every time #but including the beach party stream analysis in this post literally made my tumblr crash multiple times #so screw that!

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sapphire-innit · 3 years

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Saddest Beach Party Ever :(

Watch out for this one folks, it gets a bit dark -- mind the tags (though nothing outside of what you'd expect for.. this episode)

VOD: Tommy Is Left ALONE at his Exile Party with Dream (Start - 35:30)

(rp) I have Absolutely been putting off watching this one because I WILL cry and I am scared

I can't imagine what it was like to watch live and see NO ONE on the beach

He's keeping up a good face, adding more chairs... I'm not looking forward to it setting in.

like fuck man, fuck Dream for chasing of Ghostbur for MULTIPLE reasons but also because no one else even KNEW about the party :(

He's so excited about maybe seeing Tubbo I hate it Thanks

and now he's putting things down for Quackity and adding more things he's still so happy and excited (though you can occasionally see the mask break - there's a lot of nervous energy here)

"Where... no, well go place this" "why did Fundy leave the game" THANKS I HATE IT

Lazer and Fundy have been some of the people who have visited toooo :(

Tommy's face when no one is on the nether path.............. ouch

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log off right now green demon

log off RIGHT NOW

just stewing in silence ..... painful....

cc!Tommy really is one of the best actors on the server, this hurts quite a bit

............

I know that's Dream joining the call and I hate it

fuck

"I'm running a little late, sorry :)" >:|

fuck, Tommy apologized and tossed his armor immediately INCLUDING HIS GIFT SHOES AND AXE, Dream didn't even ask

Dream of course taking the chance to be '''''''benevolent''''.... probably as a reward for Tommy doing it immediately and without prompting >:|

and ofc Dream just straight up lies about the invites to rub salt into the wound. Cant have Tommy thinking people CARE ABOUT HIM OR ANYTHING.

Even mentioned Tubbo SPECIFICALLY YOU BASTARD "in L'manburg" was that truly necessary bastard

the sun setting... a symbol of hope... the symbol of their friendship.... disappearing into the ocean... I hate it :(

Dream pushing him into eating the cake.. "I've lost my appetite"

just digging in that Tubbo For Sure got the Invite Definitely and no one came except Dream.

"I didn't mind being a little bit late because I thought everyone else would be here" why did he keep pointing out he was late, kept hammering that point home. Like even Dreams attention is not important to Dream? like it has to be earned maybe ..?

"No one cares about me anymore" "that's not true" *BREAKS CAKE* "None of them care about me anymore"

IS HE BREAKING THE PATH OHNOOO ;-;

"No one cares... other than You(Derogatory)"

"Maybe they had something more important" I hate how Dream hides his digs behind sounding consoling it fucking SUCKS

I hate how depressed he sounds, how resigned

....threw away the chicken, and he isn't eating or healing. I knew to watch out for it but its never been this pronounced before. He's down to three hearts ;-;

"I'm pretty sure he burned it, or lost it" I do not believe that for a SECOND Dream, or at least its not as clear cut as it seems. Tubbo CARES ABOUT TOMMY, I *JUST SAW* a clip of him holding the compass aaaaa

ohno

"at least SOMEONE on this entire 30 person server got an invite" "He said he was going to give it to at least 13 people, and at least one person I saw give it in person"

ohno

ohnooooooooooo

he really is gonna toss the compass isn't he nooooooooo

...............

staring into the lava again. "he burned it. On purpose"

Dream quibbling ... but doubling down i hate it

.......its just... so clear he's not only thinking about the compass in lava

Dream shooting at the Ghast,,, telling Tommy to sleep on it, coaxing him back from the edge "almost fell off, careful Tommy" I hate it here

"I don't sleep anymore Dream" "I just want to go home" "Please can I go home" he sounds so broken ;A;

"why can't I stay" :( :( :(

"It's not like they want you anyway Tommy. No one showed up to your party and everyone was invited" And THIS is why Dream tanked the party on purpose. Because if Tommy thinks no one even wants him, he won't even try to get back, and will just stay under Dreams control. There's such a mental and emotional difference and toll from "Outside forces (Dream) are keeping me from going home and maybe I can subvert or change them" and "Home doesn't want me and they're better off without me"

It truly is creepy how Dream is trying to coax him with the Christmas tree, like he's trying to pull this balancing act because he can tell Tommy is on the edge of really giving up and I hate it so much

He still hasn't eaten

"c'monn you want to see the Christmas tree :)" overwriting his feelings as well ugh

"I'm sure if you asked them, they'd say they care about you" I see you invalidating any future concern someone might show him

ALSO TOMMY CALLING EXILE HOME IS SURE SOMETHING

.....him asking Dream to defend him is... painful. Especially having just watched the latest stream where he asked the same of Tubbo right after being triggered as hell ugh. He really has gotten used to being made helpless and depending on Dream, even on the one day he didn't get his armor and weapons taken away from him. He sounds so resigned :(

(( LOL OK THE DNF JOKE WAS PRETTY FUNNY THO))

he's bribing him with the trident and I hate it. Though at least hes enjoying it??? Mixed feelings on that. He ate too and I hate that Dreams honeymoon stage is w o r k i n g )

that is the most sincere I have ever heard Tommy say Dream cares about him and it FUCKING SUCKS

I know we never could have had "Happy Party AU" because Dream never would have allowed people to come and validate Tommy but man Trident tricks w everyone would have been nice

...lol someone pointed out the red looks like blood. the fake girlfriend bits are so Weird

Dream what do you GET out of this, why are you so OBSESSED. He spends so much time here

"I wont bring it up with them because that would be awkward" oof and I bet he won't believe it if anyone says they didn't get the invite will he oof

.. He pulls out the Axe but lets dream actually kill the skeleton, he already put it away before Dream even got on screen how many times do i have to say THANKS I HATE IT HERE before it becomes meaningless

So this was around the point (or maybe a little bit later, but talking about this point) during dsmp where I started seeing it cross my dash without any context and saw a lot of takes about "oh but they didn't get the invite" and I had NO IDEA why Tommy was so upset about what was clearly a misunderstanding or why he was making it such a big deal.... well I get it now

Tommy really really isn't in a place where he can believe someone when they say they didn't get an invite. And it Really Truly WAS a big deal and actually I'm 100% on Tommy's side on this issue now (though I also don't blame the other characters for this: See Big Green Bastard Man who is truly at fault) I can understand completely why he throws it in their face later though

He's doubting if he wants to go back now.. that was exactly the point of it all :(

"Thanks for letting me keep my armor today btw" I hate how sincere Tommy is about this. I hate how Dream has so effectively done this, where Tommy sees it as a FAVOR that Dream doesn't come and blow up all of his things and hard work and THANKS him for it.

People much smarter than me have pointed out how 1:1 this is to real abusive relationships and how well its portrayed. I don't have anything clever or insightful to say here I guess, just that its exhausting and heavy to watch (but also really powerful as well, because we DON'T see shit like this played this realistically, or in this much accurate detail)

I just want Tommy to be out of here safely and realize what is being done to him is WRONG and not his fault and be given a chance to actually heal. I know the likelihood of that in the future, considering whats to come, is also. complicated to say the least.

#dream smp #dream smp liveblog #dsmp exile arc #tommyinnit #c!dream critical #dreamwastaken #abuse tw #gaslighting tw #suicide tw #depression tw

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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no one’s whore ~ thomas shelby; peaky blinders

word count: 2138

request?: no

description: when a date with a not so kind man doesn’t end as plan, tommy steps in and the two of you end up spending the night together

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, fighting, derogatory name calling

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You cringed away as your date tried to reach for your hand yet again. You had been set up on a date by a friend of yours, and to say it didn’t go the greatest was an understatement. Of course, your date didn’t know that. He thought things had been fantastic, but you just couldn't help that you hadn’t felt a spark. You were trying to figure out how you were going to let him down without making him too angry.

You both stopped outside your house and turned to look at one another. You awkwardly smiled at your date, hoping he’d just let you go at that moment.

“I had a nice night,” he said.

You nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

Silence filled the air between you. You didn’t want to be rude and just leave without saying goodnight, but you didn’t want to stay there much longer. You’d love to just forget that guy existed all together if possible.

To your horror, your date leaned forward to try and kiss you. You didn’t want to be too rude, but you also didn’t want to give him the wrong impression and kiss him. So, you took a step back, causing him to tumble forward when his lips didn’t meet yours. He looked at you in confusion.

“I’m so sorry,” you sighed. “I think you’re a nice guy, but I just didn’t feel a connection between us and I don’t want to do anything to give you the wrong impression. I hope we can still be friends, or even just friendly, but I don’t think romantically this is going to work.”

“But,” he said, his face full of disbelief, “but you said you were having a good time. You looked like you were having a good time.”

“I did have a good time,” you assured him. “I just don’t think this is going to work out in a romantic sense.”

His face darkened suddenly and before you could react, he had taken hold of your arm and tugged on it, roughly. You yelped in shock and in pain as he towered over you.

“I get what this is about,” he said. “This is about that Shelby guy, isn’t it? My mates warned me about the two of you, saying that you were basically Shelby’s property even if you weren’t his girl.”

“What?” you asked. “No, this has nothing to do with Tommy. We’re just friends, nothing more. This has to do with me, with the fact that I just don’t see you as a boyfriend or a husband.”

Although that wasn’t the full truth. Tommy was your best friend, and only your best friend, but you turning your date down wasn’t just because you didn’t feel anything for him. You didn’t feel anything for him because you had feelings for Tommy.

You and Tommy had known each other since you were kids. You were practically an honorary member of the Shelby family, and a true member of the Peaky Blinders. In all that time, you had been head over heels in love with Tommy, but you knew he’d never see you like that. You were nothing more than a friend to him, basically a sister. You were trying to get over your feelings for Tommy, thus the date you were on, but it was no use. There was just no getting over Thomas Shelby.

You yelped again as your date squeezed your wrist. “Oh please, don’t give me that shit. You’re just like the rest of them, just another Shelby whore!”

You were reaching for the gun in your bag that Tommy had convinced you to always carry for moments like these when suddenly your date was roughly shoved and fell to the ground. Standing, protectively, in front of you was none other than Thomas Shelby himself.

“Don’t you lay a fucking hand on her,” he hissed as your date.

Your date was still on the ground, wiping blood off of the palms of his hands from where he skinned them on the dirt. He glared up at Tommy and dared to stand in front of the middle Shelby brother, silently challenging him.

“Of course you’re here,” he said. “Keeping tabs on one of your many whores, are you? You Shelbys can’t own every fucking woman in Birmingham!”

Tommy swung, his fist connecting with your date’s nose. Your date exclaimed in pain, but didn’t get the time to regain his composure before Tommy was on him again. He hit your date across the face once more, enough to knock him to the ground and sat on top of him, continuing to punch him angrily and ruthlessly until you finally pulled Tommy off. Your date’s face was bloody, almost unrecognizable through the blood. Tommy’s hand was also red, and his knuckles were broke open.

“That’s enough,” you said to him, softly, trying to calm him down. “Go inside, I’ll tend to your hand in a moment.”

Tommy glared at your date once more before going into your house as you asked of him. You stood over your date, who was groaning in pain and looked just barley conscious.

You bent down just enough to be inches from his face before hissing, “I am no one’s whore,” before stomping on his crotch. He exclaimed in pain as you walked into your house and locked the door behind you.

Tommy was standing in the kitchen, a lit cigarette to his lips. Blood was dripping from his hand onto your clean floor, and you couldn’t help but playfully scold him. "You may have defended my honour, but that doesn’t give you a free pass to make a mess on my floor.”

Tommy looked down at the blood stains on the floor as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “I’ll clean it later.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Thomas Shelby clean in my lifetime,” you teased as you shrugged off your coat and threw it over a nearby chair. “Come here, let me see your hand.”

He extended his wounded hand to you. You held it over the sink to get a better look at it in the light. “Good news, it’s not broken open enough to need stitches.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“It’ll hurt like hell when I clean it.”

You went to your fridge and pulled out a half empty bottle of alcohol. You poured two glasses for the both of you, before pouring the remaining contents onto his hand. He hissed in pain as the alcohol cleaned out his wound. You let the cold water run over his hand, cleaning the remaining blood, as you grabbed some gauze and wrapped it around his knuckles. When it was all cleaned and bandaged, you passed Tommy the glass of alcohol.

“What was that prick’s problem?” he asked. “Why was he grabbing you like that?”

You shook your head as you took a sip of your drink. “He wasn’t handling rejection very well. Couldn’t take ‘I don’t like you’ for an answer.”

“Prick,” Tommy muttered.

“Thank you for saving me,” you said, looking up at him. “I mean, we both know I could’ve handled him on my own, but I’m grateful that you were there to help me.”

Tommy smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You leaned into his body, grateful for the affectionate touch. You both stood in silence for some time. You rubbed the wrist that your date had squeezed, wincing at the slight throbbing pain that was still there. You wondered what the aftermath of Tommy’s beating would be, but you knew nothing would come of it. Even with your date trying to act tough, everyone was scared of the Shelbys. No one would try and go against them, no matter what.

A laugh bubbled at your lips suddenly, taking Tommy by surprise. “What are you laughing about?”

“He called me a Shelby whore,” you replied. “Like being attached to a Shelby romantically would be a bad thing.”

“It is for him, means he can’t have you without risking his life,” Tommy responded, his voice muffled by the cigarette he was taking another drag from. “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with being tied to a Shelby man?”

“Of course not.” You lifted your head to look at Tommy. “If you have the love of a Shelby man, you’re basically the most protected woman in all of Birmingham, maybe in all of the world. Despite your hard exteriors, you Shelby men love and care like there’s no tomorrow, you treat your women right. Any woman would be lucky to be tied to you, even if it’s just a stupid rumour.”

Tommy seemed to be considering your words as he stubbed out his cigarette. In one swift movement, he took hold of your waist and sat you up on the counter. He pressed his lips to yours, roughly but passionately. You were so shocked you weren’t sure how to respond, but before you knew it you were leaning into his kiss, taking him all in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you.

You felt his rough hands run under the dress you had been wearing, leaving goosebumps on every inch that he touched. You couldn’t help but shiver as you felt his hands inch closer to the place you wanted them most.

He broke away from you just long enough to unzip his pants and pull them down a little, before replacing the touch of his hands with the feeling of the head of his dick against your entrance. Your head lulled back in pleasure as you felt him pushing inside of you, giving him the opportunity to attack your neck with kisses and love bites.

You let out a moan as you felt Tommy filling you. His thrusts were immediately fast and rough, but his hands were so gentle against your skin as he ran them over your exposed arms, up your neck to cup your face. You looked down into the beautiful blue eyes that you had fallen in love with all those years ago as Tommy’s name left your lips in a whimper.

He kissed you then, with so much passion that it made your head spin. You were sure you were dreaming, and if that was the truth you never wanted to wake up.

“Fuck Tommy,” you breathed against him, but anything else you were hoping on getting out was lost in a sea of more moans.

Before you knew it, you felt your legs beginning to shake as your head lulled back again and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You gripped the edge of the counter so tightly your knuckles were white. You let out one last, loud moan as you hit your climax, managing to stutter out Tommy’s name in the process. Feeling you tightening around him, and hearing his name coming from your lips, Tommy thrusted once more and hit his climax as well, dropping his head onto your shoulder and holding you close as he did so.

The two of you were tangled together for some time, although you didn’t want to pull apart anyways. You were more than willing to just sit there as you felt yourself coming down from your high.

Tommy pulled away first, pulling his pants back up and readjusting his clothes in the process. Your legs felt too weak to try and get off of the counter to walk.

“How long have you been waiting to do that?” you asked him. “You seemed pretty eager.”

“To kiss you, since I’ve met you,” he responded. “To fuck you, since you grew a pair of tits.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Tommy’s attempt at flirting, although you were sure he was telling the truth. “Why did you never tell me?”

“The real question is why did you never tell me? You weren’t exactly pushing me off of you.”

“Touché,” you said. “I thought you only saw me as a friend, I didn’t want to ruin that for the two of us.”

“I didn’t, either,” Tommy said. “You’re the strongest woman I know, Pol included, the last thing I wanted was to ruin what we had.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck again, pulling him back to you to kiss him again. You rested your forehead against him. “Okay, let’s try this, no more secrets between us, we lay it all out there. I like you as more than just a friend, Thomas Shelby, and I’d feel like the luckiest girl in Birmingham if you would take me out on a date and call me your girl.”

Tommy smiled, a site that was rare but that you savoured every moment of. “(Y/F/N), I would be delighted to be able to call you my girl.”

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memryse · 3 years

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hello tumblr i present my canon-compliant "DSMP But... Everybody Discovered Large-Scale Organised Religion" mianite au which took a few hours to write up oops. basically here is a list of which god everybody would follow and why, based on canon events (i have therefore left out a couple of the members who don't really do lore or be on the server much because i definitely don't know about them enough to be accurate!)

dream: mianite. obsessed with control, you get it. went too far though and developed his own obsession with controlling the server so he is now godless and in jail

tommy: dianite. tommy is a favourite of dianite's - he's idealistic with a penchant for chaos, and like i said in my other post dianite probably sees himself in tommy a little. they're both misunderstood as Bad People

tubbo: ianite -> dianite, he converts post-doomsday. grew up as a follower of ianite and trying to follow her path put added pressure on him during his presidency. embraces being a dianitee with the start of the nuke program, but he keeps all his ianitee family heirlooms. ianite still holds a soft spot for him because of his family and occasionally gives him minor blessings. that being said she's of course a little disappointed he chose to change gods, but respects his decision

ranboo: no god, but enderwalk ranboo is an acolyte of ianite; awakeboo eventually converts to ianite when he reads awakeboo's note and decides to become more active in conflict resolution. he realises ianite actually aligns with his newfound ideals, and is of course more in touch with his ender side. however prior to this he wasn't really very keen on worshipping any gods, seeing as all he saw from them was wars waged in their names.

wilbur: also an atheist. probably prayed to dianite during pogtopia ("dream, i want to be your vassal" type beat) but other than that he's the type to criticise organised religion and be an independent leader, no need for gods. wilbur and ranboo narrative foils my beloveds!!!

techno: ianite. the thing about c!techno is he has one goal and he will stick to that no matter what - it's not total order, but it's not chaos either because there is motivation and reasoning behind it. also, a core tenet of ianitee ideology is not involving yourself in conflict until somebody personally wrongs you. much like butcher army era techno where he retreats to a peaceful (more godly, in this case) life until he's hunted down, at which point he Fucks Shit Up. in general techno holds grudges and takes even slight betrayals very seriously.

phil: ianite. i can see antarctic duo as former warriors of ianite! idk i don't have much to say phil is just.. a chill old warrior. probably jaded and tired of fighting wars for his goddess, but he still prays to her. specifically he prayed every night that wilbur could finally find balance in the afterlife. :)

niki: also ianite. definitely. niki values her own beliefs and morals, she's her own independent self. maybe she was a mianitee pre-nov 16th, but not since then. this makes the syndicate pretty much just a secret squad of ianitees (+ ranboo who everyone kind of just assumes is an ianitee given that, yknow, enderman). this is extra fun with the syndicate table being an end portal

sam: mianite 10000000%. he puts his commitment to duty above all else. not really much more to say he is just fully committed to keeping the server safe by carrying out mianite's will and imprisoning dream.

foolish: he's a god himself, so he doesn't follow any of the main three. however in the past he did work with mianite, enforcing his control over the land. from what we know about his totem of death period it wasn't like.. wanton destruction, it was him seeking control through violence, so i'm not inclined to say he worked with dianite back then.

george: man just wants to sleep and farm wheat, he's mianite. ez.

sapnap: also mianite. dream team as mianite's strongest and most revered knights!!!!!!

puffy: she's a pirate lady i don't know what to tell you other than she was part of capsize's crew. ianitee pirate ladies i care you. plus i feel like puffy centres mostly on people and not allying herself with specific nations or causes, she believes in balance above all.

eret: i view the greater dsmp as a mianitee nation, so as king of it they obviously have to follow mianite. eret has always strove to be a good king and help their nation prosper. plus, who knows what went on in the past with foolish. former mianite warriors eternal duo? i think so! (i think it would be cool if a literal reincarnation of herobrine was a mianitee purely because it fucks with everybody's expectations)

quackity: dianite. not just because he's chaos incarnate at times but like his entire current arc is so reminiscent of the fact that s2 dianite was literally a businessman. rip ghost dianite you would've loved c!quackity

fundy: oh boy here's a complex one. fundy switches gods frequently - look how much he craves acceptance from authority figures, from a substitute parental figure. i think right now his prophetic dreams could be interpreted as him being chosen by a certain god who sees potential in him, but i can't say who bc we don't really know too much about them or even why he's suddenly having them. that being said his chaotic scamming foxboy side definitely embodies dianite and he should have stuck with dianite the entire time but nah he needs Validation

jack manifold: follows dianite, but dianite isn't really pleased with him trying to kill tommy so often (seeing as he likes tommy). this is why he has such comically bad luck. his god is continually fucking with him.

karl: ianite, specifically chosen by her to become the historian of the server. the purple theme.. the duty to write down history as it truly happened (as opposed to censoring history like a certain mianite did). the existence of both the in between and the other side. karl Is balance. thank you. (also this makes karlnapity's marriage one mianitee, one ianitee and one dianitee. diversity win!)

schlatt: mianite (derogatory)

the eggpire is pretty much just the darkness isn't it. mianite was the blueprint actually.

bbh: dianite at first, judging by the badlands' ideology. corrupted by the darkness though.

antfrost: also dianite, but probably really lowkey about it and only ever prayed when the badlands needed his blessings. again, corrupted now

hannah: mianite - her connection to nature is by extension also a connection to mianite, the god of the overworld. plus she cared about maintaining harmony on the server and went to lengths to ensure it like the whole "killing her own dogs to protect them" thing. currently on her corrupted girlboss arc though

punz: dianite, he likes money and killing people idk what more you expect from me. even after joining the eggpire this has not changed at all. he'll work for other gods' followers for the right price but he's not changing his core beliefs

ponk: i don't know very much about him i'm ngl, especially not pre-eggpire. prior to his corruption though i do kinda like the idea of a mianitee doctor doing fucked up little experiments idk he just has mianitee vibes to me in the same way tucker was a mianitee.

skeppy: he and bbh are obviously both dianite together prior to the egg. it simply would not be right of me to put him anywhere else.

purpled: ianite. the colour purple... the tendency to stay so far out of conflict that he doesn't even log onto the server... mans was born to be an ianitee actually

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terrifictomholland · 4 years

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i’m your kitten, baby - Tom Holland x reader

word count: 1,9K

warnings: smut, slight choking, dirty talk, slight derogatory language, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (pls do use a condom!)

This is pure smut, this truly has no plot - it’s just sheer smut so I hope you enjoy this and I completely understand that right now people’s focus isn’t on reading so I’m really not expecting much by posting this. But it might make someone’s day a little brighter so this is for you.

NSFW CONTENT! +18 PLEASE!

The moment Tom walked into his office, loosening his tie from his neck, running his other hand through his hair you knew it had been a bad meeting. You stood up from where you had only moments ago, tidied up his desk. Clearing up some papers and putting them in his files.

“Honey?” You asked cautiously seeing the look in his eyes that made your throat turn drier than the Sahara desert and your knickers wetter than the bloody Niagara falls.

“Strip. Desk. Now,” Those words left no room for argument. You were stripped in matter of seconds going over to the desk and sitting on the edge of it, awaiting further instructions. Your heart was in your throat and it was pounding from the adrenaline rush and anticipation of what he was going to do to you.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes aren’t you kitten?” His voice dropped an octave making you shiver. Your nipples hardened and chest started heaving and he hadn’t even touched you yet. All he’d done was look at you and you were already so ready for whatever he asked of you.

“For you, always only you,” Your breath coming out in ragged pants. Your eyes closing when his lips crashed down against yours. His hand coming up to the back of your neck keeping your head in place as he dominated the kiss.

He made you feel putty in the best way possible. There wasn’t anything he could do that you didn’t feel safe with. Because you knew he loved you, it went beyond anything physical between the two of you.

“Good girl,” He mumbled through his kisses. His hands moving down the length of your arms until he had your hands in his. Quickly and effectively tying them together behind your back using his tie that had previously been around his neck.

“Are we playing Tommy?” You asked innocently. The reaction was immediate - his eyes narrowing and turning darker as his nostrils flared which was exactly what you were looking for. You wanted to push his buttons a little, see how far you could take it.

“I’m playing - you’re cumming,” Those words alone had you dripping on his expensive desk and you bit down on your lip and squeezing your legs together.

“Please,” The whimper tumbled from your lips faster than you even comprehended and the smirk that graced his face that made your toes curl.

“I wonder how many times I could make you cum, hmm kitten?” He ran his finger along your collarbone and you felt your skin prickle from the touch. Your body arched and begged for more of him.

“Tom,” Your voice had turned breathier as you looked up at him with wide eyes and your lips slightly parted.

“Use your words,”

“Touch me,” You murmured still holding eye contact with him, seeing the way they flashed when you said that.

“Touch you where?” The command in his voice matched with him still wearing his suit was doing things to you on the inside.

“Anywhere, everywhere,” You blurted out in a rush and he let out a low chuckle that sent yet another shiver running through you.

“So greedy kitten, gotta be more specific than that though. Do you want me to touch you here?” His lips brushed against your sweet spot on your neck and it was something that made your breath hitch.

“No,”

“No? Here?” He moved down to your collarbone, sucking roughly on the skin making you let out a tiny moan and your head lolled to the side.

“N-no,”

“Speak up, where do you want me to touch you?”

“Pussy,”

“Pussy what? Where did your manners go?” The roughness of his voice along with him slapping your inner thigh made you moan again and eyes fluttering shut.

“Touch my pussy, please Tommy,”

“Love it when you beg like this, kitten,” His calloused hands spread your legs and you swallowed when you could feel his fingers dance along your inner thighs being oh-so close to where you needed him most. His fingers soothing the skin where he had slapped you moments earlier.

“Please Tommy, c’mon,” You urged desperately and he leveled you with a stare that made the hair stand on the back of your neck and you shut up immediately.

“I don’t think you’re in any kind of position to be demanding things from me right now kitten,” He tutted and you chewed on your lip nodding, clasping your hands together behind your back in shame, head hanging low.

“Sorry, sorry,” You mumbled and he placed his fingers under your chin bringing your face to look at him as two of his fingers slid inside of you. Your mouth dropped open and your eyes shut as you felt him fill you up with his fingers.

“Always so ready for me aren’t you?” His husky voice was just providing him with more of your own lube and you let out a quiet moan when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you in a quick pace, giving you little to no time to adjust. Hard and fast enough that your whole body jiggled with his movements. It was everything you wanted and you tried your damndest to hold on to this delicious sensation that was already forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh shit,” You moaned letting your head fall back feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers when he nudged your sweet spot. Your jaw slackened and all you could do was let out tiny bursts of gasps through the pleasure. He knew just the way to get you off in matter of minutes and he knew damn well you thrived off getting teased and just as you were right on the brink of cumming, he stopped stimulating your g-spot making you cry out.

“Why did you stop?” You growled and he raised an eyebrow at your attitude.

“Oh I’m sorry, is cumming not something you want?”

“No! No, please, no I wanna cum so bad, please Tom,” You backpedaled immediately and he was still watching you with an unreadable expression.

“How much?”

“So much Tommy, no one can make me cum like you,” You tacked on knowing he loved hearing how good he could make you feel. Instantly a proud grin took over his face and his chest puffed out hearing that.

“That’s right, you’re my kitten,”

“Yours, only yours,”

“Good girl,” Without warning his fingers started fucking into you deeper and he used his thumb on your clit. He didn’t even move it, he only applied pressure on it and it was enough to bring you to nirvana as your orgasm slammed into you unexpectedly.

A cry left your lips as you came, body trembling and shaking as he worked you over, not relenting until he made you cum three more times in a similar fashion.

“I think you might be ready now,” He hummed to himself and you stared up at him completely worn out but still so hungry for more of whatever he would give you. He walked around in his office, clearing his desk throwing everything on the floor and you felt your breath hitch.

“F-for what?” You breathed heavily staring at him through hooded eyes. He let out a laugh sucking his fingers clean of your juices and you let out a small whine.

“Me fucking you,” You licked your lips hearing him say that and you happily nodded,

“I’m so ready Tom,” You readily agreed and he smirked, “So greedy my little cockslut aren’t you?” That word sent a whole new kind of pleasure through you and your eyes shut and all you could do was nod.

“Please, fuck me, fuck your kitten,” You breathed and he bit his lip while watching you. Your eyes were drawn to his hands as he undid and unzipped his dress pants, quickly shucking them down his legs bringing his boxers down in one fell swoop. He grabbed you and placed you on the desk.

He had you bent over the desk and you felt the excitement building rapidly inside. Your heartbeat jack-hammering away in your chest and legs trembling when you felt his hand knead and slap your ass.

“Spread your legs,” Immediately you complied and spread your legs for him, you were shaking with desire for him. Your pussy clenching around nothing in sheer anticipation

“How am I to resist you when you beg so prettily?” He murmured as he stroked himself with his other hand, a string of groans leaving his lips and you whimpered. He knew how much you loved to please him and he was doing it to himself, not even allowing you to see it since you were facing away from him.

“Do whatever you want with me baby,” You urged and he grabbed you by the hair bringing your face to his giving you a deep kiss, seared with passion and lust and you moaned against his lips feeling overwhelmed by it.

“Make a single noise and your panties gets shoved in your mouth,” He warned right as he slid inside of you, not stopping until he was fully situated inside of you.

You muffled your moans by biting down on your lip as your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck kitten, taking my cock so good don’t you?” All you could do was nod and moan feeling every ridge and vein of his cock against your walls, dragging inside of you deliciously.

“Can get so deep in you like this, and god your ass, kitten,” He groaned taking a handful of it before giving it a good slap making you cry out and grind your hips against him.

“Look at you, being my good cockslut aren’t you?” He growled moving his hand to your front slapping your clit and you sobbed, feeling your knees turn weak from the intense pleasure.

“O-oh my god,” You cried, trying to squirm away from the intensity of it, but he wasn’t letting up and kept you in place. Dead set on making sure that all you could focus on was the waves of pleasure.

“Fuck,” You gasped when he tugged on your hair bringing your head back and he put his other hand around your throat and you moaned loudly as he squeezed. It heightened your pleasure to new levels, white hot pleasure that you’d never felt before took over as you gave in and came hard around his cock. Squeezing him tightly as he kept fucking into you as wave after wave crashed into you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” You chanted, intermingled with his name as your entire body tensed up feeling him piston his hips inside of you, chasing his own release.

“Cum for me, please, cum in your kitten,” You panted and he let out a animalistic growl and only moments later you could feel him spilling deep inside of you.

“Fucking hell kitten,” He growled as he stilled inside of you, his hips twitching slightly.

“Mmh, that’s it baby,” You smiled dopily feeling his hot cum in you slowly gush out and down your legs as he pulled out. You could feel him kiss your shoulder blade as he untied your wrists and he turned you around kissing your slightly red and sore wrists.

“You’re fucking unreal,” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead making you preen.

“Mmh thanks,” You grinned feeling all those good-feeling endorphins swirl around inside of you and you smushed your face against his chest taking a moment just to breathe him in and to centre you a little.

“You alright?” You felt his hands card through your hair and you pulled away giving him a nod.

“Mmh yeah, just wanna go home now, have a cuddle,” You said and he nodded cupping your cheek kissing you softly.

“Let’s get you clothed and we’ll head home,”

“Sounds great, thanks Tommy,” You smiled up at him.

“No, thank you darling,”

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square-blunt · 3 years

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Even though you're never there I didn't feel you disappear.

WOOOOOOOOO I HAVE NOT SLEPT IN THREE DAYS LET'S FUCKING GO WITH A MUMZA & MR. TOMMY DANGER CAREFUL KRAKEN INNIT FIC WITH A THEMES OF REGRET AND CLOSURE WIHT A SPECIAL APPEARANCE FROM HAPPY GHOSTBUR AND FRIEND BC WILBUR SOOT CAN SUCK MY FUCKING DICK LETS FUCKING GO

Tw- a slight bit of a panic attack, but it doesn't last long at all, only a line or two, uh, death mention, Tommy's normal 'I love women' humor, I've taken the liberty to add some of my own hc about how this whole thing works and it's better than what ever Soot (derogatory) could come up with bc i say so. Wc: 4200 (lmfao 420 lol haha) AO3: here

Tommy regrets a lot of things. He doesn’t realize how much until he’s walking back from the hotel one cold, windy night. Nothing he would admit, oh no, he would never do that. It was only a way for people to target him more.

‘Talk less, smile more,’ Wilbur would say, ‘everything you say can be used by our enemies.’ And Tommy took that to heart… later than he should have. After Exile to be exact.

‘There’s a reason you never told Techno about what happened,’ Puffy had said, ‘you were scared he would use your trauma against you.’ And she was right… to a point. All this 'would say', 'had said', it didn’t matter to Tommy, it couldn't matter less because what’s done is done, what’s said is said, and who’s gone… is gone. Forever. There’s no point in fighting the unfightable. Battle, person, there was no point. The last time he reached to try and change anything he got killed- he was abandoned, again, and left to die. He knows his situation isn’t fair- Puffy’s told him so, Eret’s told him so, Ranboo’s told him so- but that doesn’t change the fact that it is. It is unfair that he can’t… have things, people. As soon as he makes something for himself, people try and take it away from him, as soon as he finds something that makes him happy they get snatched out of his hands, as soon as he finds people who are willing to help him, unapologetically, no strings attached, they are murdered in front of him. It isn’t fair, and no one else seems to see it. That’s something he regrets. Letting it get this bad. Because if all of this is happening to him, is being blamed on him, there must be something wrong, right? Ranboo doesn’t remember things, so maybe he did something awful and just… doesn’t remember. He burnt George’s house down, and if that warrants Dream’s abuse for months then he could have done anything to deserve everything else. To have almost everything and everyone he loves to be taken away from him time and time again. He couldn’t show emotion about it either, because he would be punished then, too. His best friend got blown up and he- he fucking- says something about how that’s not fair and then- he gets beat to death in a fucking box- for the crime of- fucking, what would that even count as, questioning the great Technoblade?

‘Oops- sorry- you enjoyed your music a little too much I’m going to kill your best friend and throw you in the prison for it, shouldn’t have done that, Tommy, c’mon now you now better-’ It was fucking ridiculous. He can’t understand why his consequences are so extreme compared to everyone else- Schlatt still got a grave for fuck’s sake! He has no fucking idea if anyone ever made him one- he knows Tubbo did, but Tommy and Tubbbo- Tubbo is the only one who actually gives to fucks about him at this point. Ranboo might be another, but with his memory shit, it’ll only be a matter of time before all he knows of Tommy is what other people tell him. Puffy’s only doing therapy for him because she feels guilty about losing Foolish, Eret, as much as he cares about her, is really only by his side because she feels she has a debt to pay, he’s the one following Wilbur around, fuck what Sam used to be to Tommy, Quackity was only going to get worse, Jack and Niki tried to fucking blow him up- anyone else who has unapologetically been by his side has been killed right in front of him. Everyone who has ever stood up for him has been killed in front of him or almost been killed in front of him- maybe that’s why. Maybe that’s why no one wants to be on his side because they’re afraid of the trouble he brings.

He’s a liability. They don’t want to die- so they’d rather let him die than risk anything.

He’s not a kid.

He’s something to avoid like the plague, and anyone who even remotely cared about him caught it. He feels tears sting his eyes. He hears a big gust of wind shake the trees before it whips around him- carrying a voice. A familiar voice. It whispers in his ear and settles in his mind, soft, like a blanket, he can hear it clear as day, asking if he needs anything, asking what his favorite thing in the world is, crying- crying out that he’s scared- asking with tears burning his face if it’ll be alright, ‘You promised I’d be ok!’

He regrets failing Ghostbur the most out of everything. He regrets not spending enough time with him, he regrets not telling him how much he meant to him- he sprints the rest of the way home. The digs through all his chests, his ender chest, not stopping until he finds-

“Blue, blue, blue, where is it- fuckin- please tell me I have some left, no- fuck where is it? What happened to it- please tell me- oh thank fuck- thank fuck-” After combing through the same two chests multiple times, he finally finds a few handfuls of blue left. Choking back a sob, he sees what's left of the clear turn blue and grow heavy in his hands. Ghostbur remarked that any blue he gave Tommy turned blue on contact, that it was odd, because it only happened with a few other people- Phil and Eret. People with towering regret. Phil must have regretted killing Wilbur… Eret, well, Tommy knows all too well their regret. Tommy was never able to place exactly what his regrets were.

He knows now that his regrets have only grown to encompass everything he knows.

Fuck, he feels so guilty about Ghostbur- it was Tommy's fault, wasn't it? He blamed Sam in the moment, but it really was… he was the one who told Ghostbur what to do- he was the one to use him to get into the prison in the first place. And he had to try and- calm him down- his fear still haunts Tommy's nightmares. Because he did promise. He did promise everything would be ok. But it wasn't, Tommy botched it, and Dream- Tommy had to watch- shit, it was his fault. Ghostbur is gone and there's nothing he can do to bring him back. He doesn't know anything about resurrection, and he- maybe- what if he agreed to let dream out if he got ghostbur back- no, no- no, no that's exactly what Dream wants. He wants Tommy to feel as though he's his only option. So Dream still has control. He… the last thing he wants for Ghostbur is to become a trading point. On the verge of tears, the blue changes in his hands. That never happened before- the blue changing. He looks down, and sees that the blue has turned into wool.

He hears a sheep bleat happily outside his door.

He scrambles up, moving faster than he has in a while, throwing his door open- he's not at his house. He's… not in the server even- what the hell-

It's still nighttime, but the stars are thousands of times brighter than he remembers. Instead of the prime path ahead of him, there's a quartz walkway spanning under tall birch and spruce trees; it seems that the stars are in the leaves, too. He looks behind him, hoping to hide back in his house- but it's not there. Instead, a quartz and mossy cobble archway, with more quartz pathing spilling out behind it. Tommy… might be stuck here. But he doesn't start to panic. He feels a strange kind of calm. Like this realm will let him out when his business is done. But he doesn't know what his business is.

He feels the weight leave his hands. He looks down- and the blue wool has turned clear. It's turned into delicate spindles of… something. Back to its original state. That has… never happened to Tommy before.

He looks past his hands, and the path lights up where his feet are. He jumps around a little, the light disappearing when his feet leave the path, and reappearing as they make contact again.

He laughs.

He dances around, his smile growing bigger.

The stars and the leaves seem to laugh with him.

"Hello, Tommy." a soft voice says behind him. A woman's voice.

Tommy stops, turning around, his grip tightening around the… well, it's not blue anymore, is it?

The woman is standing under the archway, tall, wearing black robes that flow around wings that are tucked neatly behind her, her long black hair almost seems a dark purple when it catches the light. To top it all off, she has a large black hat, similar to a witch’s hat, but Tommy understands that she doesn't want to hurt him. But he can never be too careful.

"Who- who the fuck are you?" Tommy says, defensively.

"Please, don't tell me that's how you greet every woman you come across?" She says, lightness in her voice and laughter in her eyes.

"Only the ones who trap me in weird- what is this place?" Tommy mutters, then asks.

"This is my home," she says clasping her hands together in front of her. "I figured you might need some closure."

"It's very pretty," Tommy murmurs again, looking down at his feet.

"Thank you, Tommy, I-"

"Wait, how do you know my name? I've never seen you before, and trust me, I would remember if I had met you." Tommy says, trying to lighten the small ball of worry in his chest. The woman laughs.

"Oh, you are exactly like my husband-"

"Oh no- You're married? Why?? A woman like you can't be tied down to just one man-"

"Tommy!" The woman laughs more.

"Augh- you're tall- you're so fucking tall and dark and mysterious- fucking hell you're tall- like I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity but still-" Tommy laughs, "and you're wearing all black- who's funeral are you going to?" he adds sarcastically. His face falls as her mood noticeably changes more somber.

"Everyone's- and no one's." she takes a few steps forward, and sighs. "My name is Kristin, Goddess of death."

"...what- i- how can- Wait a minute- oh fuck am I dead again- Wait a fucking minute where the hell were you the first three times I died- or for Tubbo- or for- Wilbur- Ghost- Ghostbur? Mexican Dream? Are they here? What do you fucking mean goddess of death? Is this the afterlife? Why the fuck didn't we go here-"

"Tommy, Tommy, I understand that you are.. allowed to ask questions, I called you here against your will- I will let you go back, I promise, and I'm going to try and answer all of your questions. Shall we walk?" She steps up, offering an arm.

Tommy is hesitant. If she… is actually the goddess of fucking death itself does he even have a choice? He nods and takes her arm. He immediately is filled with a cozy warmth- like drinking hot chocolate on a snowy day, finally getting in bed after working all night, a warmth that feels like home, like rest. Tommy muses if that's what a true, honest to prime death would feel like. When your joints finally stop aching, your breath stops rattling around your lungs.

His didn't feel like rest.

He wonders if he'll have a true death- he wonders if his joints will ever stop aching, because they do already. His breath rattles around in his lungs. Will he ever feel rested? With everything he's been through, with all the guilt he's got, probably not.

"Tommy-" Kristin begins to say,

"Are you an American? You sound-" Tommy tries to postpone the conversation he knows she's about to start

"Tommy-" she sighs, but he knows she's not mad.

"I know, I know, I use humor to cope with my trauma and to avoid talking about it, Puffy's told me this." Tommy quickly says. He feels something light brush his other arm- a feather, Kristin's put her wing around him.

"Puffy's smart, you should listen to her." Kristin nods. "But even Einstein didn't have all the answers-"

"Who?"

"-so you still should ask questions." She waves away his confusion with a motherly smile. "And you've asked plenty. And I have plenty of answers. So, one, no. You aren't dead. I simply realm hopped you to me. Any doorway can become a gateway, and it is quite easy to make one for someone like me. Something that I can't do, however, is help with pre-set death rules. Each timeline we make- just plain old 'live your life and die' got boring, so we shook it up. You all got canon lives, which… are completely not up to me. I do not get to decide which death is canon or not, and I don't get to even interact with your spirits until the third."

"Ok, then I wanna talk with the motherfucker who is in charge of those because I have a few words for them-"

"Tommy, trust me, you don't. While you are of great interest to them, and they do like you a lot, they are not going to budge on things. They are stubborn as hell- but they're a storyteller."

"Well, they're fucking stupid whoever they are."

"Although, something they- any of us really- didn't plan for was Dream having the revive book- or the revive book getting stolen from my husband in the first place. I can't tell you how many meetings I had to sit in to try and convince the others not to smite him off his earth- but that's a story for another time. Because of Dream knowing… the contents of that book, he was able to hold souls from coming to me, and he was able to place them wherever he liked. He didn't do Wilbur's soul correctly, however. His soul slipped through the cracks and got placed in… he called it limbo? That caused some issues for Dream that I'll tell you about later, but he messed up again, placing Mexican Dream in a limbo of his own, but those circumstances allowed me to save his soul from Dream-"

"Wait if you could save MD then why not-"

"Wilbur, like I said, slipped away from Dream and fell into his limbo. But, because Dream had no hand in actually directly placing Wilbur there, I wasn't able to save him. Not to mention, the manner of his death…. Nevertheless, I was able to save Mexican Dream from his limbo. In hindsight, I maybe shouldn't have, because Dream learned from that and you… you were placed somewhere I can't even access-"

"The void," Tommy whispers. He doesn't want to think about it, he shifts closer to Kristin, holding tighter to the fluff in his hand and onto Kristin's arm. She, in turn, holds him closer with her wing.

"There's an in-between life and death, and an in-between here and the limbos. Pockets of emptiness, waiting to be filled. More people find themselves there than you think, but even fewer who find their way out- you, and one of our own. There have been others, but your entire life has been different. Do you remember your life before the SMP?" she asks, softly. "You don't have to answer, but it's something to think about."

"I just want- Wilbur said that his limbo was awful. That he was there for thirteen years and that it was awful, and now because of me Ghostbur is there, too…" The black hole in his past is the last thing he wants to think about, so he changes the subject- guilt radiating off him.

"Remember the reason why I couldn't save Wilbur?" she asks, a twinkle in her voice.

"Because Dream didn't put him there- you can only save people who got put somewhere they weren't supposed to be?" Tommy looks up at her, hope tingling in his chest.

"Because Wilbur's soul fell… as naturally as it could have, Dream had to find a soul to replace Wilbur's with- with you, there was no need to find a soul to replace, because he had your soul in his hand, but for Wilbur, it was a… natural resurrection. With a missing soul, the entire continuum would collapse. So, he swapped Wilbur with Ghostbur. He placed Ghostbur somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. I was able to save him. Would you like to see him?" she smiles down at him.

"Wait he-" Tommy stops, his head spinning. Kristin stops too.

"He's safe. He's safe, and it's actually because of you. Because of that book- you can only place a soul in the void once. That was you. He had to put Ghostbur somewhere I could get him, or else his plan falls apart. Now… I can show you where Ghostbur is. But, I can't let him see you, or let you talk to each other. It's a precaution we have to take-"

"No, no, that's fine I just want to make sure he's- that he's- that I'm not-" Tommy shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, he feels like a vice has been released- one of many, but it's one. He takes a long shaky breath and nods his head. "I want to make sure that he's happy."

"Alright, come with me." She leads Tommy off the path and into the trees. Tommy hadn't lied when he said it was pretty. He has lighter steps now, and his smile is bigger than it was when he got here. They walk a little ways, Tommy sprinting when he hears the sound of familiar laughter, bright and carefree. He peeks out from behind a tree to see a clearing with a small house, mossy stone bricks, wood, and- and cobblestone. And, one semi-translucent ghost sitting behind a wall, in a garden of blue and yellow flowers, giggling. He's got a new sweater, still yellow, but there aren't any stains on it- blue or red. It's just… yellow. Pure yellow.

"I also pulled a few strings after that Skeppy incident," Kristin says, coming up behind Tommy, and Tommy perks up as he hears Ghostbur laugh again, this time a blue sheep running around the wall and up to Ghostbur.

"You found me! Good job, Friend!" Tommy hears Ghostbur say. Tommy feels a sting in his eyes, and then a hand on his back.

"You promise he's happy?" Tommy whispers.

"I swear," Kristan answers. Ghostbur stands and says something to the sheep, who bounds away. Ghostbur begins to count- backward from 10. Tommy doubles over, clutching his stomach.

"Tommy?" Kristin crouches down next to him, rubbing circles into his back.

"Counting down from 10 is not a good thing, I've decided," Tommy says, looking ahead, as Ghostbur laughs his wonderful laugh and disappears around the wall. His throat becomes dry, he doesn't want to cry in front of a goddess.

"It wasn't your fault." Kristin stands next to him, Tommy straightening up to meet her.

"Wasn't it?" he feels a tear run down his face, as he stares at the spot in that gates where Ghostbur was just moments ago.

"It was Dream's, as are so many others. Just because he punished you, doesn't mean it wasn't his fault, to begin with. Chances are, it was his fault more than anyone else's," Kristin says, her hand still running Tommy's back. He sniffles. "Are you ready to go?"

"No."

"I know, I'm sorry." Kristin's hand leaves his back, and it takes all his willpower to turn away from the small cottage and follow her. They make it back to the path, and she stops, "Oh, he gave this to me, but I don't really need it, so here. Have some blue."

That's when Tommy cries.

She's holding out a handful of light blue wool, he opens his left hand to show his one wool, now a dark blue. He reaches out, quickly, snatching it out of her hands, and he sobs out a sorry. The blue, once again, turns dark blue on contact. Then it turns clear- and then immediately turns dark blue again. It fluctuates between clear, and every shade of blue, as more and more tears fall from his face. He blocks out Kristin's words on habit- Wilbur would be telling him to suck it up by now. He tries to stop the tears, to stop sobbing, to regain composure, but he can't.

"I- I- I've- I'm a murd- I murdered pe- people- I'm not- a good p- person- why- did he tr- eat me like- I was- he treat- they tre- treated me like- like- like- like a human- when no- no one else- did- and- look at- look at where that got h- him-" Tommy turns his face into Kristin's side, and she hugs him close, closing her wings around him too. He holds the blue up to his face, letting the tears catch in it.

"Tommy, there's a reason they chose you. It's because they saw what you could be- who you could be. They wanted to help you. They knew, under all that doubt and hurt and regret was a boy who loved his friends. And they love you, too. I swear on it." She keeps rubbing circles into his back, letting Tommy cry. "I know all about sorrow, Tommy," she says, kind, "I understand that you will hurt. There's no bringing back who you lost, and it will hurt for as long as you live- but that hurt is proof that you care. It's proof that you are a good person. You are a good person."

Tommy breathes in a long shuddering breath, and lets it out, moving his arms to hug her back.

"Thank you, mom- oh wait I'm sorry-" Tommy pulls back, absolutely mortified at his slip-up, Kristin just laughs- not at Tommy, no, no, it's happy… motherly.

"No, Tommy, I can be your mother if you'd like!" She smiles.

"Yeah, because Puffy is kinda my dad because Phil didn't really do a good job." Tommy looks down at his feet.

"Oh, of course, I think my husband would be fine with adopting another kid. Although, considering what happened to the first one- I'm kidding, I'm kidding, he could have turned out worse," Kristin laughs, holding Tommy’s face and wiping away the tear marks.

"Wait- wasn't I flirting with you a few minutes ago-" Tommy smiles, laughing too.

"Oh my-"

"Welp, you're still my mother now- that makes you a milf, you're welcome!" Tommy doesn't mean anything by it, of course, he's just pointing it out.

"Tommy!!" Kristin laughs harder, and Tommy's smile grows bigger. "We should get you back anyways, you need some sleep."

"But moooooooom-" Tommy complains, joking, of course.

"Now, now, Tommy, I am your mother, I know what's best," Kristin says, picking up the bit.

"My stomach hurts, do I have to go to school tomorrow?" Tommy jokes, walking back towards the archway.

"Oh dear," Kristin tsks, walking next to him, putting the back of her hand up to his forehead, "You don't seem to have a fever at the moment, we'll see how you feel in the morning."

They laugh and joke around until they reach the portal, and she reaches up to pluck a feather from her hat and hand it to Tommy.

"A token for my son. Something you can flaunt around. Also- can you do me a favor?" Kristen smiles.

"Oh, of course!" Tommy gingerly takes the feather and spins it around in his fingers.

"When you get back, can you just tell my husband I said hi? He'll see it." She looks through the empty portal longingly, and Tommy wonders who this husband is.

"If he ever hurts you I'll kill him, " He says, completely serious.

Kristin laughs, "I know you will, Tommy, I know you will. Thank you." She snaps her fingers and the archway leads into his house. She ruffles his hair, and Tommy playfully swats her hand away. "I'll see you again, be safe, ok?"

"I will. Tell Ghostbur, if you can, that…. Tell him that I'm sorry, and that I miss him?" He says, one foot through the gateway, before stopping and looking back.

"I will. Good luck, Tommy.” She smiles, and Tommy can’t help but smile back. He steps through the portal, and looks back one last time- and it’s gone. He sees those oak doors, the prime path outside, he hears Shroud above him. His smile stays.

/msg all: Hey, Kristin’s husband? She says hi.

He laughs.

/msg all: She also adopted me so I’m your son now, good luck L kekw

With that, he closes his communicator and lets the chaos ensue. He spins the feather in one hand and holds the blue- back in its original... substance? He opens his ender chest, placing the blue somewhere he knows he’ll find it, and lays the feather next to his discs.

“Thank you. I’ll do you proud.”

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 64

[Date: 08/03, 6.01 AM - 08/03, 6.32 AM GMT]

[Direct continuation from pt 63]

[CW: Manipulation, stalking]

C R O W N: “are you all happier without me?”

Maxwell: “yes”

C R O W N: “...”

fetch: “we might be, yeah.”

C R O W N: “...”

Marcus: “...guys”

fetch: “just get out of here, dammit”

C R O W N: “i see”

Maxwell: “leave”

Marcus: “Baron and prince and lizzy are still with him”

jayyyyyyyy: “yeah, but theyre not in the court”

Marcus: “They are jay”

jayyyyyyyy: “crowns lost so much power. rescuing the others will be childsplay”

Marcus: “They’re still there”

Little-K1ng: “this is a weird vibe, just 3 dudes in my living room. i hope you guys know i have like, a bed and then a couch and also a floor”

Maxwell: “i call the floor”

Marcus: “That just makes him stronger”

Marcus: “Less people to control”

Little-K1ng: “floor is now called for, fetch can have the bed, and marcus gets couch i guess!”

Maxwell: “i can sleep anywhere man i used to sleep on the floor for fun as a kid!”

Little-K1ng: “zero porch sleepers, PLEASE,”

C R O W N: “I'm sorry. I just wanted to give Ranboo a happy family.”

Maxwell: “no you didnt bitch”

fetch: “just get OUT”

Maxwell: “that aint how a family works”

fetch: “get these squirrels out of my fuckin yard”

C R O W N: “...fine”

Marcus: “Do you remember what I said when this family asked about my thoughts on Dream?”

C R O W N: “yes”

Maxwell: “....i forgot how much of a dogboy you were fetch, heh...nice to see ya again man”

Little-K1ng: “[calling out of my front door to the street] ay fuck off pal not tonight”

fetch: “Pff, you too ya little rat”

Marcus: “I would like to change my answer.”

Marcus: “You are no better than Dream. You are no different than the man who you described as a horrible person. You are no savior.”

C R O W N: “...”

Marcus: “You are a coward.”

Maxwell: “ey i may be little but i can bite your kneecaps”

C R O W N: “...

:(”

Little-K1ng: “okay so i cant believe how not surprised i am but.... at the moment maxwell... theres orange juice in the fridge and cookies in the pantry (they're oatmeal raisin for your Health), if "someone" (you) starts bleeding again just sit and chill”

Little-K1ng: “but definitely get at those snacks”

Maxwell: “thanks man, sorry for barging in”

Marcus: “...what the hell are we wearing?”

Little-K1ng: “nah its all good ill be in a better mood once these bad boys! [holds out 2 excedrin] actually kick in”

Marcus: “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR”

Maxwell: “THATS WHAT I WANNA KNOW”

fetch: “I dunno man but hey max, you look good in a skirt”

Little-K1ng: “i mean you do suit the skirt”

Maxwell: “IM IN A SKIRT AND WHILE I DONT MIND SKIRTS ITS BEEN A WHILE MAN”

Maxwell: “.........hUh”

Marcus: “How the hell did I run in demonias what the fuck”

Maxwell: “i mean ive got combat boots so thats good but seriously man how the fuck did you run in those”

Marcus: “My hair isn’t supposed to be short”

fetch: “Okay you rock the demonias but are your ankles okay”

Little-K1ng: “yall are so fashionable i am almost not going to offer better clothes”

fetch: “...

ow ow ow

gys

watchdogs”

Little-K1ng: “wh?”

fetch: “gdox”

Maxwell: “i know ive got a button up on but not having a cloak or sweater of somesort feels horrid”

Marcus: “Fetch?”

fetch: “ow

gdoc”

[Crown edited onto the google doc: "I'm sorry i'll be good just please come back i don't want to lose anyone else it hurts i already lost tommy and now you all left me please come back please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please"]

Maxwell: “AW SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN”

Marcus: “Fuck”

fetch: “hes tampering”

dreaming: “fetch you okay?”

Little-K1ng: “woah dude hey hey sit its okay just sit”

Little-K1ng: “the doc...”

Maxwell: “uh oh”

fetch: “ow ow wh at the fu c k”

Maxwell: “the fuck happened to tommy what is he on about”

Little-K1ng: “WOAH okay so fetch just hit the floor”

Maxwell: “shit fetch you okay”

Marcus: “Fuck, do you have tissues? His nose is bleeding”

Little-K1ng: “AH AH HEY UH HELP ME uh hes bleeding flip him over”

Little-K1ng: “hes bleeding a lot dont let him drown”

Maxwell: “oh god okay”

Little-K1ng: “cmon recovery position dont you know that?? ok”

Marcus: “Yeah of course”

Maxwell: “dont lay him down yeah he'll choke on the blood if we do”

Little-K1ng: “okay hes good just. drooling blood onto the floor okay, thats, ew, but not the first time”

Little-K1ng: “oh yeah the doc huh? okay that alteration must have really hurt”

A random Spark: “It was a big one, a whole page”

Little-K1ng: “oh ouch”

Maxwell: “so should we try to leave it for now for fetch to fix when he wakes up to not hurt him more?”

Little-K1ng: “okay, note to self, buy more excedrin

this weeks trauma is sponsored by excedrin”

Maxwell: “what the shit happened to tommy?”

jayyyyyyyy: “tommy died??”

Maxwell: “HE WHAT”

jayyyyyyyy: “I DONT KNOW??”

Maxwell: “I WAS GONE FOR LIKE A DAY”

Little-K1ng: “yeah uh, he kinda, look ok yall can explain that and ill just. try to clean this up”

Mothbo: “Max, it's been much longer than a day.”

Maxwell: “what”

Little-K1ng: “a... a day ??”

Marcus: “...max”

Maxwell: “how...long has it been”

boo: “a month or so”

Maxwell: “god my head hurts this is too much to process”

Little-K1ng: “hahaa,, yeah no you've never met me, its been an awful lot longer than that, look, we've had a long night, the sprinklers are staying on overnight, just sit and we can get some sleep, yeah? ill stay with fetch and make sure he doesnt choke”

Little-K1ng: “ill get you the snacks and you can recover from the blood loss, sound good?”

Marcus: “I can um”

Maxwell: “thanks so much man...”

Marcus: “I can stay up and help these two, I basically took care of them back at the-

You know”

Maxwell: “okay...tomorrow....yall havge a lto og explaining to fo”

Marcus: “You don’t look well, Mona you should rest”

Maxwell: “im going to slepw nihgt fucekrs ha....its good to be back”

Little-K1ng: “i appreciate the concern, good night marcus. nice to meet you :)”

Marcus: “It’s uh, nice to meet you too

Goodnight”

Mothbo: “rest well, Max. Please stay safe okay? We missed ya”

Maxwell: “course....”

[jayyyyyyyy: “have a nice first night free marcus! :]”]

Marcus: “...thank you”

Chat: “...”

katichu (derogatory): “Chat?”

jayyyyyyyy: “hi, chat. you maybe wanna take off your crown, mate?”

Chat: “You know what? I really don't care anymore. I should've known who you all really were when you first showed your true colors by being so hateful to crown and the family. You're all nothing to me :) And guess what? I'm completely fine with that!!”

A random Spark: “We made our choice”

Chat: “Yep! And I've made mine, and I'm completely fine with knowing that I've done nothing but right by Crown, and that none of this is my fault and I'm not to blame for anything and I haven't done anything wrong and it's perfectly fine and I'm okay!!”

Chat: “I know you never cared about me anyway. You don't need to keep saying it. I have my family and I'm h a p p y n o w”

[jayyyyyyyy: “We do care about you. We're also all tired as fuck.”]

Chat: “Right.”

Chat: “I'll be leaving now. Thank you for nothing.”

#on:discord #by:chat #by:crown #by:marcus #by:maxwell #by:fetch #if the crown fits

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hollandroos · 6 years

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Blow a kiss, Fire a gun | Part 4

Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 | TOM HOLLAND MOB AU

Summary: You’re arranged to marry Tom Holland, Londons most feared mobster, but it’s never easy. He doesn’t seem to want you and you don’t want anything to do with him.

PLAYLIST

Words: 3K

The days leading up the event were bland, they consisted of more exploring, playing with Tessa and picking out dresses. Tom had been busy with work, it was meeting after meeting and sometimes you wondered if he ever got overwhelmed. Sometimes people walked in and never walked out, but you never questioned that.

You had to admit, Tom had a good taste in clothing. He’d had a range of dresses sent to your room a day before the event, some shorter than others and some blatantly explicit. They were all either red, black or both and you had Harrison to help you pick out your outfit since he knew where the event was and you didn’t. You tried time and time again to pry the venue out of him but he was under Tom’s orders. Of course. But your company here was limited and Harrison was one of the only people that came to visit repeatedly, you saw him more then you saw Tom.

The two of you decided on a red dress, one that ended just above the knee and highlighted all of your best features. So slipping on the dress only hours before the event, simply made you feel amazing. And Tom must’ve thought so too by the way his eyes widened and filled with what could only be lust.

He was hooked, when he approved the dresses he knew they’d look good but this was beyond anything else, he almost didn’t want to bring you with him. He felt something else, something he hadn’t felt yet when it came to you and no, it wasn't love. He felt protective, maybe even need.

“We ready to go, dear husband?” You raised a brow. “My face is up here”

He trained his eyes on yours, not even trying to hide the fact that he’d been checking you out seconds before.

You’d admit that he looked good in his outfit too, the simple white t-shirt and black pants made him look good, amazing even but he didn’t need to know that.

“I think we are”

“A brothel, you brought me to a fucking brothel!” You practically yelled, luckily for Tom the music was blasting through the speakers, your protests were quickly drowned by what only sounded like The Weeknd. “Tom, I’m not going in there, are you serious?”

You simply didn’t like it. The loud music, flashing lights, and sexual music, not to mention the girls wearing next to nothing. It was derogatory and you felt exposed, like a snack in the other men's eyes so maybe that’s why you stayed close to Tom, using him as your protection. In any other situation you would’ve wanted to stay far away from the man but now you wanted his presence.

Tom noticed it too, all of their eyes scanning you up and down as you walked into the room. They seemed to ignore the mobster at your side, practically keeping you under his arm.

For someone that’d been reasonably shielded from anything bad since childhood from the mobs to drugs and prostitution, this was next level. You didn’t have to be a genius to know that this was wrong.

“It’s my job to be serious. If you don’t want to come in then I’m sure the driver wouldn’t mind you sitting in the care for a few hours” Tom wouldn’t make you sit in the car for hours, he could easily have the driver take you home but he wanted you here and what Tom wanted, he got.

“Here of all places?” You screwed up your face as the stench of alcohol and cigarettes became over powering.

“I have to make an appearance, Poppet” People started really noticing the two of you, pointing to Tom and whispering between each other. Harrison stood on the other side of the club already and you could only imagine how many weapons were in the building, despite the rule.

“If you keep calling me that i’m going to fucking-”

The threat was cut short by two boys walking up to the two of you, looking oddly familiar to Tom. They walked staunch and held the same cockiness that Tom did and it didn't take a fool to see that they were brothers.

“Tom! You made it” The one with the longer hair spoke, smiling brightly.

You didn’t even try to move away when Tom grabbed your hand, moving closer to you and whispering a quick, “Time to put on a show, princess”

You glanced down at your intertwined hands.

“Sam! Harry!” Tom greeted, giving them a quick, one armed ‘bro hug’. “This is Y/N, I’m sure you��ve heard of her”

The other flashed you a dark smile, choosing to taunt his brother. “How’s the whole ‘arranged marriage’ going, Tommy? As shit as you were expecting?”

He grimaced. “It’s going good, why’d you ask?” Tom squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on your knuckles. When the boy didn’t answer, Tom continued. “Y/N, this is Harry” He pointed to the boy that previously spoke, then to the next. “- and this is Sam.”

It was obvious that this was purely a show, one to show the boys that the two of you were supposedly happy and that this whole thing was working out. The three of them didn’t get along and Tom was dead set on being the ‘superior brother’.

Harry continued smiling and Sam stuck a hand out which you shook politely. He seemed to be the nicer one of the two.

“Where’s the ring? Your fingers looking a little bare?” Harry was pestering you now. “Surely this one could afford to get you a decent diamond.”

“I’m not here for the gold” You snap.

“Looks like years of stressing wasn’t worth it was it, mate? You’ve got yourself a good one, she fights back.” Sam said, trying to break the ice, but you simply found the two of you irritating.

Tom squeezed your hand, letting out a small chuckle and nodding forcefully. You could see that these two had a problem with him, even if Sams’ didn’t reach the same extent as Harrys’ did.

“I guess it wasn’t, now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to get some drinks” Tom pulled you away from the two, tugging you behind him gently but you could still feel their eyes on the both of you.

“What’s their problem?” You yelled over the music once you were a significant distance away.

The two of you sat down at the bar. “Mad that I’m running the mob and they aren’t, those boys crave power and I got it.”

You nodded and noticed that Tom was still gripping your hand so you carefully tugged it out of his grasp. Tom didn’t think twice about the action and if he did, he didn’t think twice about it, using his free hand to call the bartender over, ordering a set of drinks for the two of you.

You spent your time trying not to look around the club, focusing your gaze on your drinks while Tom spoke to people around him. He was in full business mode, shaking hands with men you’d never seen before and and standing staunch. You’d be lying if you said it wasn't even slightly attractive.

One of the girls came up to your small group, offering around drinks but what angered you was the fact that she stayed a little too long, flashing him a wink and letting her fingers linger on his.

You weren’t jealous, not in the slightest. Just annoyed. He didn’t even try to push her off.

A few drinks later, a small headache and a lot of chatter, you were feeling buzzed. Tapping Tom’s shoulder, he turned to you, popping his phone in his pocket. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be back in a moment”

You stood up, finding that you were still able to walk and see straight so you weren’t at all drunk, just slightly tipsy. “Need me to come with you?”

You shook your head, feeling your skin prickle from the heat and began fanning your face lightly.

“I’ll be fine, just wait here”

Tom nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, angel.”

He didn’t feel overly confident with you wondering the brothel by yourself, with a slight amount of alcohol in your system surrounded by men, some more dangerous than others but Tom wanted to give you space, he didn’t want to seem clingy.

Tom was too busy, caught up in his own fairy tale. He leaned back, taking a sip of his drink as the girl ran a hand up his arm, using her nails only to add to the effect. He really paid no mind to it, Tom was used to girls practically throwing themselves at him but tonight his mind was on something else, more so someone else.

You went to the bathroom five minutes ago and Tom’s foot was tapping against the ground, his hands itching to grab something that wasn’t the cool glass holding alcohol. No, he wanted his hands on you again for a reason he couldn’t quite decipher. But it was you he wanted, not the prostitute practically grinding down on his lap.

But he couldn’t get his mind off of the dress, that little red dress you wore and the spaghetti straps that held it up above your chest but made sure it was low enough to show even just a little cleavage or the way it hugged your curves just perfectly. He didn’t think that red could get any better before he saw it on you.

“If it isn’t Tom Holland! The one and only” Tom snarled, recognizing that voice anywhere. The girl that’d previously been trying to get a few bills out of Tom had now moved on, trying to pry it out of one of the other rich suckers in the building.

“What do you want, Stark” The name fell from his lips as nothing more than two syllables, a range of letters.

Stark, one of Tom's long-term rivals took a seat next to Tom. The two men weren’t at war, it was simply a mutual dislike for one another. Stark was annoyed at the fact that he’d never be as strong as Tom and Tom simply didn’t have time for the other man, it had always been this way, even when Dom was in charge but don’t get Tom wrong, if that man stepped out of line he wouldn’t hesitate to take him out.

“Your girl looks like she’s having fun” Tony called the bartender over, asking for another round of the same. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend, let alone a wife. Word spreads quickly.”

Tom’s head perked up at the mention of his new found marriage, He knew someone would bring it up tonight but Stark of all people. “I guess I’m just full of surprises”

“I noticed, never pegged you as the one to let your lady get it on with someone else”

Tom’s hand gripped the glass so tight he swore it was seconds away from shattering in his hand, he probably wouldn’t even react when the shards piercing his skin. Stark had a tendency to get on Tom’s nerves, so he was sure at first that this was simply a joke, a way to watch Tom crumble. “Shut it, Stark. I’m not here to deal with your shit”

“Just saying, looked like she was having fun when that guy had his hands all over her” Stark knew that he was getting under Tom's skin, something he had proved to be good at by now.

Tom got up, sculling the last of his drink. “Watch what you say, my father may have been too busy to deal with you but I won’t fucking hesitate”

Slamming the drink down, he got up, ignoring the small snickers coming from Stark, deciding to deal with him later and heading off to look for you which seemed harder than he originally thought. Tom was starting to get second thoughts, maybe he should’ve left you at home and ignored his father request, Tom was the leader of the mob, after all, his dad was simply a relic.

The club was loud, too loud for his liking but usually Tom wouldn’t have cared, sculling drink after drink and allowing himself to have some fun, maybe even going out the back with someone because him getting time out to relax and let go was rare, but now he was stressing over you getting it on with a stranger on the other side of the club.

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life, not a single care in the world as you danced with the guy. He had his hands on your hips, the two of you giggling as you danced to the music. For someone that had no interest in coming here in the first place, you were suddenly having a good time.

So you didn’t even notice when Tom gripped the other man's wrist, only noticing when the man removed his hands from your waist.

“I suggest you get your hands off of my wife before I snap each and every one of my fingers” His voice was dark and threatening and you had no problem hearing him over the music.

“Tom, just leave him-” You stopped when the guy glared at Tom but didn’t make any move to back off. Instead, he took a step towards Tom.

“I don’t see a ring” The guy was threateningly close to him now and you just knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“I’ll give you one last chance” Tom didn’t even have to call his guys because in seconds Harrison and someone else was behind him. “Step away, because I could get my guys to sort you out here and now and no one would even try to stop me”

He backed away, not before sending Tom one last glare. That wasn’t the end of it though, Tom flicked his head and Harrison followed the guy out. To do what? You weren't sure you wanted to know.

Sighing, you knew that you’d lost this round but you’d also won, gaining Tom’s attention, not that you wanted it and even pissed him off.

“That wasn’t very nice” You murmur, ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

“What did you think you were doing?” Tom grumbled, standing in front of you. The other man had cleared off now and Tom simply looked pissed. But he didn’t have a reason to be, he hadn’t seemed to care about what you’d done up to this point.

“Having fun. Is there a problem?” You smiled innocently, noticing Toms' eyes rake up and down your body as they had earlier that night.

“Someone just told me that my wife was dancing with some other guy and I had to find out for myself if it was true” He moved closer. “Do you think that’s okay?”

“Are you jealous?” He tensed slightly at your question, gritting his teeth. “I thought you didn't care?”

Tom placed his hands around your waist from behind and you found yourself leaning back into his grasp. His breath was so close to your neck and you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper when he tightened his arms around you slightly. The two of you began to move to the beat of the song.

You were both tipsy, your mutual dislike for one another had disappeared and all that was left was lust and need, on his side at least. You just had one goal in mind, tease him to the point of absolute frustration.

“Not jealous, I just don’t want people to think that my wife is up for grabs, I’ve got a reputation to keep up, princess and I can’t have you ruining that.”

This was easily the most intimate the two of you had been and it made you feel almost flustered. But you weren’t going to just give him what he wanted.

“You were too busy almost letting your pants drop for the other girl here, what was I meant to do? Sit back and watch you have all of the fun?”

“If you wanted attention you could’ve just asked” You shrugged his remark off, deciding to tease him a little bit.

The song picked up slightly and you found yourself grinding your hips against his crotch intimately, Tom couldn’t help but place his lips on your neck gently, barely, it felt featherly. Spinning around, you came face to face with a very red-faced Tom, his hair was tousled but it still managed to look perfect.

You continued moving, Toms hands, gripping your hips before sliding up higher, stopping below your breasts but you, you slid a hand down his clothed chest, stopping at his belt and running your nails over the area just above his crotch gently. He groaned, thumbs rubbing the area underneath your breasts.

Just as his face started inching closer to yours, his breath fanning your lips, you removed your hands, tugging his off of your body and stepped away.

“Go find someone else to get you off, I’ll be in the car, Holland.”

“You’re such a fucking tease” You winked, heading to the door leaving Tom standing in the middle of the floor surrounded by other couples.

Maybe this was the start of Tom getting in over his head, he didn't use to people saying no to him or walking away in that matter but now here you were, defying him in every way you possibly could.

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felix-loves-albert-and-ralb-blog · 5 years

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Losing My Mind Part Eleven: Jack

all previous chapters are tagged under “losing my mind”

pairings: crack (jackcrutchie for all you nonbelievers), ralbert, spromeo, blush, newsbians, davey/happiness

friendships: crutchie and albert, specs and albert and crutchie, albert and les, specs and crutchie, mush and henry, race and crutchie, specs and katherine

warnings: all previous warnings, racism, violence, blood, self-hatred, burns, abuse, pretty boy used in a derogatory way, swearing, homophobia, panic attacks, a bunch of other horrible shit, uh albert low-key hates himself, ableism, lots of characters have depression, and quite a few have anxiety

editing: nope

pov: jack

You don’t know what happened, do you? Well I’m not surprised. Snyder won’t even let me tell the reader what’s going on! Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Probably not, but whatever.

You think I’m crazy now, don’t you?

You’re probably right.

Talking to myself in my head as if my life were a book that someone is reading.

Anyways, I remember waking up in the basement.

Race was still on the floor in the middle of the room.

When Race woke up I told him about my closet, but he didn’t say much to me.

And then Snyder came back.

“Tell me about the strike and I’ll let you go back upstairs.” He said.

I said no.

So did Race.

Snyder scowled and said he’d give us one more chance.

We refused.

So Snyder tied my wrists together and soaked Race.

I had to watch, helpless, as Snyder landed hit upon hit on my brother.

Race didn’t say anything, just let the hits come.

I tried to move across the room to help him, but my leg and restrained wrists prevented me from doing so.

I hated seeing him in pain like that.

But I think Snyder got bored with Race though, or even just frustrated, because soon he dragged Race away, out of the basement.

And then Snyder came back to deal with me.

My leg hurt a lot.

Snyder stomped on it, kept his boot pressed down on the surely splintered bone until I would say that one word.

I didn’t want to, I really didn’t.

But you don’t get it, I was weak, I was hurt.

“I can do worse.” Snyder growled.

“I ain’t gonna cave.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Or maybe I’ll just go through every one of your newsies until I get what I want. I’m sure that little boy can’t take as much pain as you can, Kelly.”

“No! Don’t!”

“Give me a reason.”

I didn’t have a choice.

“Davey!” I gasped. “He’s the brains!”

The pressure on my leg receded, and I regretted it.

I was put back in my closet and I was forced to listen to the conversation between Davey and Snyder.

Forced to listen as Davey took the beating I gave him.

I’m sick of being stuck.

Tied up in a closet while my brothers are suffering.

It’s been mostly quiet for today, but now I can hear yelling through the door, and I know that can’t be good for me.

“You can’t- you’re not- fine!”

There’s a crash and a swear, and I tense my shoulders, preparing for my closet to open and the next beating to begin.

And the door opens, and I am indeed greeted with a kick to my ribs, but instead of more hits I only get pulled up by my shirt collar and dragged out of the closet.

He can’t be taking me back to the basement, not this soon.

I told him Davey’s name, even if it was a day ago.

No, he’s not taking me to the basement, he just wants me at a better angle to put me in even worse pain.

And even worse pain I get.

I can feel blood dripping down from my nose, splattering across my shirt in shiny red drops, and Snyder’s fists feel like they’re made of fire.

He’s shouting at me, but it’s just the normal stuff I’m used to.

Useless, good for nothing, son of a bitch, bastard, disgusting, the list goes on and on.

I stay still and take the soaking, hoping that he just needs a punching bag to release his anger.

“You’re weak, Sullivan. Can’t even fight back anymore!” Snyder sneers.

“You’re an asshole.” I choke out through the blood.

“Pathetic. Fuckin’ pathetic.”

“At least I have the balls to fight for myself.”

“You’re not even fighting, Sullivan.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Can’t stand to live anything but your same old lie?”

“Let go of me and you’ll see.” I snarl.

“Fine.” Snyder shoots back.

I fall right on my ass, back still against the wall.

I don’t have enough strength in my leg to stand up.

I feel weak, stupid.

Snyder is laughing at me, he thinks this is hilarious.

“I think you need to learn to watch your mouth.”

His boot digs into my ribcage, and I grunt in pain.

Then he lifts me up my by shirt collar and drags me out of his office.

He must be taking me to the basement now, where else could he be taking me?

I’m scared.

I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m-

“Your fearless leader.”

I’m on the floor of a bunk room, my arms in front of me, trying to catch my fall, and leg sprawled out awkwardly behind me.

Snyder’s voice is dripping with sarcasm, and he’s addressing everyone in the room.

Which room am I in?

Three, with Ten Pin and Grates?

Eight, with Split and Rob?

I push myself up with my forearms and I lift my head to see.

It’s all of my boys.

Every single one of them.

Mush, Finch, Mike, Specs, Elmer, every single one.

I knew Crutchie was here, I knew Race was here, I could assume Albert was here from Snyder’s reference to him, I knew Davey was here because I heard him through the door, but I didn’t know they were all here.

All of my newsies, everyone I swore to protect, everyone that I promised would never be put in this hell.

I failed.

I’m seeing all of them right in front of me.

And they’re all seeing me.

Every broken part.

I think Snyder leaves, because suddenly people are surrounding me.

“Give ‘im some space!” Mush directs.

Davey is here, in front of me, so is Race.

“Where’s Crutchie?”

I shouldn’t have asked that, I really shouldn’t have, but I can’t bring myself to care at this point.

Specs is here now, acting as a temporary crutch for Crutchie.

Crutchie, the only person I want to see for the rest of my life.

“Charlie,” I breathe, not caring who’s around. “I-I’se sorry.” I swallow my original statement, replacing it with a trademark guilty Jack Kelly apology.

“Don’t apologize, ya idiot.” Crutchie says, his voice both hard and soft. Race doesn’t say anything, just reaches forward to untie my wrists.

“He got ya shoulder again.” Specs comments.

“Sure did.”

I don’t want to do this.

I don’t want to pretend everything is fine when it’s clearly not.

“I can set it.”

“Thanks.”

Specs gets me.

He doesn’t talk too much or take too long to say what he’s thinking.

He’s quick to get to the point.

I lay down on my back, and Specs takes my right arm in his hands.

“Mush, grab me a sheet or somethin’.” Specs asks.

Mush nods and steps away.

I draw in a tight gasp of pain as Specs applies pressure to my shoulder and it pops back into place.

Mush hands Specs a sheet, and Specs wraps it tightly around my shoulder.

“Just dislocated, but ya should be careful for a little while.” Specs says matter of factly.

“Can-what the hell can he want this time!”

Loud footsteps again, and it seems impossible that Snyder can be back again after an absence of no more than five minutes.

“Line up.” The order comes as soon as the door slams back open, and the boys surrounding me all scramble into place. Specs helps Crutchie stand, and Mush helps me.

“I ain’t got all day!” Snyder shouts, and we’re suddenly standing in a line, not single file, but spread out so we can all see him and he can see all of us.

Snyder paces back and forth in front of us, scowling at every boy he faces.

He eventually comes to a stop directly in front of Albert, whose eyes are alight with both fear and defiance.

“You. Pretty Boy.”

I clench my fists, ready to do whatever it takes to keep my little brother from getting hurt, but Mush’s hand is clenched firmly on my shoulder, he knows what I’m about to do.

He knows how stupid it is, and I know it too, but I can’t let him take Albert.

“Don’t.” Mush whispers under his breath.

I grit my teeth and let Mush hold me back.

For now.

“What?” Albert asks the man facing him, his tone snarky. “Ow, fuck!”

Snyder has a fistful of Albert’s hair, nearly yanking it from his skull.

“Sir.” Snyder says shortly.

Albert’s teeth are clenched in pain, and I can tell he’s trying to avoid meeting eye contact with Snyder.

“There’s no need to call me sir, Spider.” He chokes out, somehow managing to plaster a grin on his face.

Snyder growls in frustration and anger and throws Albert backwards. He lands on the floor on his back.

“Get up and follow me.” Snyder turns on his heel and stalks back to the door as Albert struggles to push himself up off the floor. Race rushes to help him, taking his hand and pulling him up.

“Please, don't go. Lemme-”

“No, Racer.”

“But I-”

Albert opens his mouth to say something else, but apparently thinks better of it and stops himself. He gently tugs his arm away from Race’s grasp, takes off his hat, and puts it on Race’s head. Then he walks across the room to where Snyder is waiting in the doorway.

“Good boy.” Snyder sneers approvingly.

“Fuck you!” Albert shouts, shoving him against the side of the doorway.

And then the door slams shut and the lock clicks back into place, Snyder and Albert on the other side.

The room is silent for a moment, but then it all shatters.

Race runs to the door, banging his fists against the wood and shouting for Albert. Tommy Boy is the one to go up to him and pull him away.

“They’se just gonna get mad, Racer.” He says.

“I don’t care!” Race screams, his voice higher than usual. “I can’t let ‘im-” Race’s voice breaks, and he stops fighting Tommy for a second.

“I can’t...” He whispers, falling completely into Tommy’s grasp, his body limp. “Please...”

I can’t handle this.

I can’t handle being back here, having to be a leader and a parent and strong and confident and everything in the world at once.

I’m in so much pain, more than I could’ve ever imagined, I want to scream and cry and end this miserable existence.

“I’m taking a nap.” I say, and Mush helps me hobble over to an empty bunk.

I collapse on the mattress and let much needed sleep overtake me.

it’s a mess now but i promise this fic will have a happy ending

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stellocchia · 2 years

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c!Dream n c!Wilbur fighting over who's c!Tommy's brother? Brothers (affectionate) vs brothers (derogatory) >:) aka for the prompts -Inniter

[Give me Primeboys Prompts]

Inniter my beloved /p

I love that prompt!

Okay, this got seriously long, wow. I put everything under the cut:

Tommy had been running. Dream was out of prison. He was out of prison and he was behind him, but Tommy couldn't think about that, he just had to run.

Suddenly, a beacon of hope appeared. Just a few meters away stood Techno's cabin and there, just outside, was Wilbur.

Tommy pulled together the last remanents of energy he had after running the whole night and sprinted over to his brother, yelling out his name. "Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur! Help!". His throat was sore from all the begging he did, pleading for mercy with a monster who didn't even know what that was, but he didn't care. He needed Wilbur to see him and save him and tuck him behind his back protectively like he did when they were kids.

Wilbur startled, but when he saw the battered and bruised figure of his brother coming out from the forest yelling for him, he pulled out his bow and quiver from his inventory and immediately aimed an arrow behind Tommy, at whatever was chasing him.

There was a beat of silence where nothing happened. Tommy was shaking, standing slightly behind Wilbur as he hugged himself.

"What? Tommy, what was chasing you?" Wilbur asked as nothing seemed to happen. Tommy made a frustrated sound. "Dream! He was there! He's- he's trying to make me look crazy, but I'm not. I'm fucking not. Please Wilbur, please, you have to believe me! You have to-" "I believe you" Wilbur said instantly. There was a glint in Tommy's eyes that Wilbur hoped to never see there, a desperation to be heard, to not be dismissed as insane. Recognition of the self in the other as a pompous asshole would say.

Turning again toward the forest Wilbur yelled "Dream! I know you're there! Come out already you coward".

A sinister chuckle filled the air as Dream stepped out of the shadow. "Come now Wilbur, is that really any way to greet your savior?".

Wilbur glanced behind him. There was a deep gash on Tommy's arms, multiple little cuts from running through the foliage, and a bruise around his neck. Wilbur gritted his teeth "You're no savior, you're just a bastard". Dream chuckled again and waved him off "Same difference".

"Just leave me alone" Tommy begged. Wilbur had never heard him so close to tears. He didn't know if it was the exhaustion or the desperation that got to him, but that was a tone he never wanted to hear again from his little brother.

"What, with that pathetic excuse of a human being you insist on calling your brother?" Dream sneered. He took a threatening step forward, and Wilbur immediately shot. It was just an arrow to the shoulder, just a warning, but Dream raised his hands and stepped back regardless.

"I may be pathetic, but at least I'm not a child abuser" Wilbur retorted. Tommy took in a sharp breath at that that Wilbur refused to interpret in any way.

"Oh come on! I never abused Tommy. I was just teaching him to behave since you never did. And it was fun! Wasn't it Tommy? We had fun together!" Dream insisted. His tone had taken a weird inflection as he addressed Tommy, one that Wilbur had never heard before. It was soft and fond, but somehow wrong at the same time. It was finding the scent of flowers in the Nether.

"Fuck off! You weren't teaching me shit, you were just hurting me!" Tommy protested indignantly. Dream's head cocked to the side "And he didn't?" he asked pointing at Wilbur. Tommy stayed silent. It hurt like an arrow to the back, but it wasn't a lie. "That's what I thought. At least with me you know you'll always be my first choice, with him though you'll always be the last priority. After L'Manburg, after his own self-destructive plans, after Ranboo, after his petty rivalries" Dream continued, counting out each one of Wilbur's failures on his fingers.

"Oh please! I'm not perfect, but I'm not the one who killed Tommy three times. With you, he always comes after your own ambitions". He saw Tommy flinch at the reminder of his deaths and he mentally noted that he'd need to apologize later. For the time being though, what was important was to keep Dream from spouting his rhetoric unchallenged.

"He wouldn't have lost his first two lives if you hadn't made him into a child soldier, Wilbur". "I'm not the one who decided to declare war on a pacifist nation just because I couldn't give up even one sliver of control!" they kept going like that back and forth for a while. It was strongly reminiscent of just a few months prior when he was shouting at Quackity from the middle of a lake, thinking about nothing but himself.

That wasn't the case this time though. Wilbur was aware that he wouldn't be able to take Dream on in a fight. He had a chance if he managed to keep the man at a distance, but, even then, Dream was also a good shot, and he could have aimed at Tommy. And it was just a matter of time before the man realized it. Which meant that there was only one other option: stalling. And it worked.

Awoken by the noise, Phil and Techno both emerged from the cabin fully decked out in netherite armor. Dream stepped back on instinct. Dream took one last glance at the situation before the black dots of his mask fixed on Tommy "See you later⁓" he singsonged, then he threw an ender pearl and he was out of there.

For once words truly did prevail over violence. Wilbur was immensely glad for it, he was certain that Tommy has had enough of violence for the day already. "Come on Toms, let's go patch you up"

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