#at least tommy and jack are just fucking stupid

[muffingnf]

my truth is that i hate sarah simons more than i hate tommyinnit and jack manifold combined.

[twoturtlesinatubetop]

A Creak Through The Crater

>>FIC BELOW THE CUT<<

a gift for @surfpent for the @mcyt-halloween gift exchange !! ill be honest, this one got away from me a little uhmm.. the concept is basically ghostbur but what if he was the creaking from hit videogame minecraft

1600 words, crimeboys, i do not support cc!wilbur fuck that guy

with that being said, hope you enjoy o7

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Even after all these months, the air still smells like ash. A carpet of foggy smoke hangs low over the ground, coloring everything gray. Tommy visits L’mantree every week. Not because he’s some sappy sentimental bitch. No, no, he’s a big man. And big men have big manly traditions they must follow. That’s all this is. Honestly.

It's been a gloomy couple days, but whatever. Tommy cuts one more poppy from its stem before tucking his dagger back into his pocket. He decides five will do.

See, he's been doing this for a while now. He's sort of a Tradition Expert if he does say so himself. Usually he leaves five flowers at the foot of the tree, six if he's feeling adventurous.

Why are they always gone by his next visit, you ask? Ha. Tommy doesn't have time to worry about such silly little things. Probably the wind blowing them away or some cow with an appetite.

It doesn't matter. He never stays too long. He stops by long enough to drop off the flowers, have a minute or so of sombre quiet, and then he goes about his day.

Today will be no different, he's sure.

The trek up the hill is always annoying. The ground’s still littered with debris. Concrete, metal beams, just a boatload of shit that sticks and pokes at his shoes.

Obviously he could stop and clean it up, but time waits for no man. At least the terrain at the top of the hill’s less fucked up.

Familiar branches start coming into view.

With a sigh, Tommy drops the bunch of flowers on an exposed root like he always does.

If Wilbur were here, he’d suggest at least tying the bouquet together, Tommy. Ooh, have a little decorum, Tommy. Meh meh meh.

But the high-pitched bitchy little Wilbur in his head has no power over him. So Tommy sits on the grass, as Un-Decorum-Ly as possible, and leans back against the trunk.

The trek up here was longer than usual. There's some kind of construction project happening by the Prime Path. That slowed him down a little. Fucking new people always running around building new shit. On this server? By next week, it’ll be vandalised at best, destroyed at worst so what's the point, really?

Point is, Tommy doesn't feel like walking back just yet. Big men get tired too, you know.

Okay, he could stay a little longer today. Have a quick power nap, maybe. No one except him comes around here anyways. It's no big deal.

He manages to doze off, gazing up at the roof of half-singed leaves before closing his eyes.

It could be minutes, hours, Tommy’s not sure. But at some point he's woken up by a bothersome light seeping through his eyelids.

He groans. It's late afternoon, it's been muggy for ages, and the sun chooses now to show its stupid fucking face?

Except, when he petulantly opens his eyes, the annoying beam isn't sunlight, but a soft glowing blue coming from right above his head.

What in the shit? It looks like it's coming out of the L’mantree.

After squinting up at it, Tommy does consider just going back to sleep. Maybe he's dreaming, imagining things, seeing shapes where there aren't any.

But when the light doubles in brightness, Tommy shoves down his weariness and gets up with a grumble.

The glowing comes from behind the bark. A bright radiant blue, seeping through the grooves of the wood. It looks like someone's placed a lamp at the centre of the trunk, like a weird Jack o’ lantern but, you know, it's a fucking tree.

Tommy tentatively places a hand over the cracks.

He draws back with a gasp when the light pulses, a warmth thrumming beneath his fingertips.

Okay. Okay! Fucking nevermind. He is awake. Wide awake.

Tommy snatches his satchel off the ground. He throws it over his shoulder in a rush before booking it back down the hill. Whatever that is, he decides it’s not his fucking problem.

…

Tommy has put off his next visit for weeks now. He debates not coming back at all. He comes up with a lot of excuses in the process. It's time he moved on anyways, he reasons. Totally fine and normal, normal and fine.

But as the days go by, his pride catches up to him.

Is he really going to stop because of… whatever that was? Tommy Innit did not fight a whole ass war only to be bested by some glowy wood. He's better than that!

Odds are it's just Tubbo playing a dumb prank on him. Has Tommy confronted him about it? No. Is he still going to blame him for it? Yes.

Tommy shoves his shit back into his bag and strides out his house with a rebuilt confidence.

The Prime Path is still cluttered with random build projects. It's like everyone else is trying to find a New Big Thing to replace the literal hole L’manberg left. Tommy gets it sort of, but he also thinks it's kind of pathetic.

He stops by the wild flower patch again. This time, he gathers six freshly bloomed cornflowers. As if to go Ha! See? I’m not scared.

As Tommy hikes back up the hill, the cracks in the wood have widened. So much so that he can see the blue light blinking through the fog from a distance. Leaves crunch beneath his feet, making him jump a little.

Tommy leaves the flowers at the roots per routine, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off the tree, off the web of wood woven and backlit by the most vibrant blue he’s ever seen.

Tommy steels himself. He’s strong, he’s brave, and he’s not scared of a dumb fucking tree.

Tommy shuts his eyes (out of strength and bravery, not because he’s nervous) and places his palm over the blue light.

It beats. A dull but steady rhythm that undulates against his skin.The blue light glows brighter and brighter, so much so that Tommy has to crane his head away.

Out of nowhere, the moss crawls up the bark. It wraps around his fingers, over the edges of his palms, moist and mushy. Tommy yells out, ripping his hand away. The moss stretches, clinging to him like a living web of mottled green. Fuck that. Actually fuck that, what the hell?!

In an instant, instinct grips him in a vice. Before he knows it, he’s pulled his dagger out of its sheath and plunged it into the wood.

Tommy’s breathing comes ragged as he pulls his shit together. He scuffs his hand against his pants, scraping off the remaining moss. Okay. From here on out Tommy Innit hates trees. All trees. They’re worthless hunks of wood that stand there like right bastards. He’s never coming back ever. Stupid L’mantree isn’t worth his time anyway.

With a huff, he pulls his dagger back out the bark.

And a viscous blue ooze drips from the wood like a puncture wound.

Tommy scowls at the… blue shit– for lack of a better word– with disgust. What in Prime’s name is going on? Last he checked, trees don’t bleed. Do they? No, they definitely don't.

Breaking the silence, a long drawing creak pierces the air. Chipped ash-grey fingernails dig into his shoulder, rings of bark rough on his skin even through the fabric of his t-shirt.

Tommy whirls around, heart pounding in his ears, ready to plunge his knife into his attacker.

Only for it to drop to the ground.

The creature(?) freezes in front of him, going stock-still as if it too is in shock.

This tall, lanky, asymmetrical thing… for a good few seconds Tommy can't make sense of it. Its body looks like it was made from the bark of the L’mantree itself. Its “hair” comes in the form of unkempt roots flying in every direction, thorns jutting up and out like a false crown. A trail of moss drags at its feet. But, oh, the most piercing trait this creature possesses is the multiple luminous, royal blue eyes littered across its shoddy imitation of a face.

The only way Tommy could recognize his brother is the long, withered cloak still draped over its jagged wooden shoulders. He knows those patches. Tommy spent hours sewing them on.

“Wilbur?” He says through a breath, more a question than anything else.

Wilbur— or, what’s left of him— doesn’t move, not even an inch. He doesn’t blink. His chest doesn’t rise or fall.

Strangely enough, his many eyes aren’t trained on Tommy, but a few steps behind him. He’s staring at the flowers.

Without really thinking, Tommy turns to pick up the bunch of flowers.

By the time he whirls back around, Wilbur’s moved closer. Tommy flinches, “Agh! What the hell—”

Wilbur’s palm, covered in moss and tree rings, lies face-up and outstretched in front of him.

Maybe Tommy’s dreaming. Maybe he inhaled too much smoke and he’s hallucinating. Maybe he’s finally lost his fucking mind. Either way, some kind of autopilot flicks on in his brain and Tommy deposits the bouquet in Wilbur’s hand.

Still no movement. But he does blink. Each eye closing and opening again, slowly and out of synch, like a weirdass cat.

Once again, it could be minutes, it could be hours. Tommy can never be sure. All he knows is by the time he musters up the willpower to move his feet and walk back down the hill, when he looks back over his shoulder, Wilbur is nowhere to be found.

[mysticalsoot]

too, more, and most

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a lil valentine's blurb but then it took a very dark turn so it won't be that unless you want it to be, and in that case then sure, this very dark fic can be a valentine's gift to you all (all 70 of you??? what the fuck??) anywho ty all for the love on my writing, can't begin to express how fucking cool that is and how thankful I am!!!

TW// very dark, death is alluded to until straight out said, sorta MCD but redeemed, lots of swearing, derealization, hallucinations, death ish. that's it I think?

Summary: Wilbur is a broken man with attachment issues, his problems only worsen after reader breaks up with him. he finds out his love isn't here anymore but finds himself discovering what true reality is his.

Pairings: cc!wilbur x reader

Pronouns: they/them and use of y/n and l/n

Words: 3,378 (forgot to add at first, sry)

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@lvrboysoot love u, elliot. sorry for the pain I'm gonna inflict upon you with this</3

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Wilbur was picky with who he said I love you to. His family was one thing, parents, brothers—those were easy. When it came to others, friends, romantic partners—those were more difficult, more calculated when he eventually admitted it.

But once he did, he never stopped saying it. And he was stubborn, fully set that he loved you more than anything than anyone ever loved anyone else. 

He would say it at least once an hour, and if he was away he'd text the words to you, followed by some stupid mushy gif. He'd write love letters readmitting his feelings for you, attaching a little wild flower he found somewhere in the garden. He'd leave it on your side of the bed and sneak away back into his office. He sat in his desk chair and pretend to work as he listened for you to open the front door. He'd wait there, patiently dilly-dallying whilst he waited for your arms to wrap around him and kiss the top of his head.

He'd follow it by saying; "I love you, darling." His hands resting on your arms that snuck around his shoulders, your chin now on the top of his head.

"I love you too," Is what you would reply with, he'd chuckle and press a kiss to your arm.

"I love you more." Wilbur wasn't one to back down on this exchange, he was sure his love for you outweighed any amount of love for anyone or anything else.

Whoever ended the exchange would say I love you most.

It always mostly worked to end the exchange. Sometimes it just wasn't enough and strings of I love you's were exchanged. The word most wasn't the end all be all, unfortunately.

Or was that even...real?

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The ceiling was far from interesting, but staring at it was better than falling asleep in Wilbur's mind. The other side of the bed was cold, and the lack of warmth and a person beside him, infected his bones with the same bone-chilling temperature the sheets beside him had.

He'd reach his hand over every once and a while, subconscious habits taking over his actions, the exhaustion blurring his mind's ability to keep control. 

He forgot how he loathed being alone. And he regretted not saying those words sooner. You would still be here next to him, your hand on the back of his neck, your own head nuzzled into his chest and his arm holding you close to his body, the two of you now one.

Wilbur should have said I love you a long time ago. Sleeping wouldn't be a dreaded activity and maybe the bags under his eyes wouldn't be so dark they look like black eyes anymore. He'd have a reason to move forward.

His phone had been shut off by him for a few weeks, and the bills still went through but he needed to ignore all the pleas and notifications from friends and family.

No, James, Wilbur does not want to go out drinking and talk about it. He'd much rather have anything else.

And no, Tommy, Wilbur didn't want to join your next vlog at the beach. Do you want him to break down?

Jack asked to come over and play some Mario Kart with him to take his mind off things. They all had valid concerns and they were only doing their best but he didn't want to do anything.

Not when he could have prevented the situation he's in, he's in a void, and he has no purpose as far as he's concerned.

Ash was the most gentle of them all, he asked if Wilbur was okay a few times, always following it up with "you don't have to talk about it, just know that I'm here". He was kind, quiet, and gentle. Wilbur had genuinely contemplated answering his friend, spilling his guts on how it was his fault and that there wasn't anything he could do that would mend it, everything was gone and it was his fault. But he didn’t he kept his thoughts and feelings to himself.

He kept the too, more, and most to himself. He couldn’t tell you, so why tell anyone? It was best held close to his heart like an unforgiving secret, one that if spilled would put a ripple in space and time. So it was a secret forever held behind the bars of heartbreak.

He tried peeling himself out of bed, wiping his face of old dried tears--he couldn't cry anymore so the saltwater stains on his cheeks were days old, or maybe weeks, Wilbur couldn't tell. It took him a few minutes to coax his aching and tired body to sit up at the least--and even more time to convince himself to turn his phone back on. Maybe he would regret doing so, maybe he wouldn’t but the only way to know was to just..do it. So he did, the screen on his phone lit up, the classic white apple illuminating his face as he waited there, his eyes glued to the screen as it booted up. A few seconds and five password attempts later, his phone was unlocked and in the sms app.

He gravitated towards the last messages with you, it didn't take much convincing for him to open it and when he did, it felt like a train hit him. All of the emotions—the regret, the pain—came flooding back to him.

The last message he ever got from you was "I love you". He mentally kicked himself for never saying it and he threw his phone down on his bed, regret bubbling up his throat and he pulled on his hair. Dry, pained sobs escape his chest and he's shaking. This is so stupid. I'm so stupid. His thoughts ran wild, taunting him, stabbing him. Looking him in the face and telling him how this is all his fault. It's all his fault. It has to be all his fault.

He begins shaking, pulling his legs up to his chest, and wraps his arms around his knees, shoving his face between them. No tears fall, and the sobs lessen, although no less painful than before. He tries to take deep breaths, pushing the image of your last message to him that's burned into his vision, further and further from his consciousness. If his brain can push every other bad memory away, why won't it hide this one? God, he's so stupid—what person forces themselves to face the one thing that tore them apart? Wilbur would be it. He is the one to do that and he regrets it.

His breathing slows to a steady pace, and he drops his hands from his hair. He wants to curl up inside himself and just shrivel up until he's nothing but particles in the air. And he wants to, he really wants to. But he promised himself he would go out today and do something helpful for himself. Maybe some fresh air would help.

Or maybe it'll just remind him of you

Either way, he needed out. His bed was beginning to feel claustrophobic and the walls of his room felt like they were closing in on him. Not to mention he hasn't showered in at least a week, and the last time he did shower, James had forced him and stood outside the bathroom door the entire way because he knew Wilbur would try and trick him.

He lifted his blankets and tossed them to the side, throwing his legs over the side of his bed and pushing himself up to stand. His legs wobbled for a moment in a lack of use and then he mindlessly brought himself to his dresser, grabbing a sweater and some jeans, and whatever else he needed before his legs brought him to the bathroom and he turned on the shower.

The water burned his skin but was somehow comforting in the way he turned red as the water hit him. It burned, but it was nice. It was an unfortunate reminder he was alive, and this was real. But perhaps, a cold shower would be even worse, so the reminder of his reality through burning hot water droplets on his skin was a much better alternative than cold ice water douching him in the painful realization of never being able to get you back.

That was worse than anything. That you were forever to never be his again.

It wasn't much longer that he stood under the hot water, and then he soon stepped out, hurriedly wrapping himself in a towel to avoid the chilling cold you always feel after a boiling shower. He doesn't bother to change whilst in the bathroom, but instead snatches his clothes from the cluttered sink counter and pulls open the door, bringing himself back to the warmth of his room while he slips on his clothes, his sweater being last after a T-Shirt underneath.

He knew that if he made any more contemplation over whether he should go outside or not, he'd never make it past his bedroom door. So he was quick in grabbing his keys and wallet before slipping out of his bedroom door followed by his apartment door. He quickly locked the door until it clicked and hurried down the stairs. The faster he got downstairs, the less time he had to rethink his decisions.

He's quick to push open the clear entrance door to his apartment building, passing by some of his neighbors he's never met and then he's out of the stuffy building. He's hit with a wave of wind, hitting the tip of his nose, and the cool scent warming him in calm comfort. It's nice to feel comfort again, it's so, so nice.

He stands there for a moment, taking in the cool, fresh air. To passersby, he looks like an idiot who's most likely high—but in reality, he's a broken man who hasn't left his house in weeks and feels he no longer has a purpose. Neither version is a good one, but what he really is, is much better than the alternative.

He pauses for a moment, taking in what's around him. Wilbur didn't think about what he was going to do past walking outside, so now he's stuck. Maybe he could go right back inside or maybe he—

There's a shadow of a person on the beach, or maybe it just looks like a shadow—but something about it draws him to it. Where the shadow seems to pace on the beach—the person-shaped shadow—isn't far from where he stands in front of his apartment building. He's curious, and the curiosity gets to him and he's hurriedly walking over to the stairs that lead down to the beach. He doesn't waste any time finding that damned shadow, he doesn't even know why he wants to know what it is, so badly. But he does, he really does and his hurried walking turns to jogging until he's full-out sprinting on the pebble beach, the saltwater-twisted air hitting his nose sharply.

The shadow becomes more and more of a human shape the closer he gets to it. And then he's a foot away. And the shadow turns around to face him. And it isn't a shadow anymore. It's a person. It's a fucking person. But it isn't just any person, no, no—it's you.

It's you. It's you. It's you. Oh god, it's you.

But you don't look…alive. You look dead, gone. You're practically transparent and he wonders if this is what it was like for people to see Ghostbur if the DreamSMP was real. Dear god, you're dead. Or are you? Maybe he's just hallucinating, maybe he spent too long in his flat and now his mind doesn't know what reality is and so it's tricking itself into believing you're here. But as a shadow.

He wants to run so badly but something keeps him angered onto the pebble-covered beach. Why can’t he stop looking at you? And why in all things good can he not move?

“Y/N,” It’s the only thing he utters, and it's broken and quiet in the way he says it. 

You simply stare at him, his expression cracking and shattering in the same way his heart does all over again, and then you’re gone again. You simply poof into thin air.

He takes hours before he can drag himself back to his flat, and he still hasn’t figured out if what he saw was real or not--but he’d rather not dwell on that for now. He just needs to get back home, he didn't even bring his phone with him, who knows how many people have tried contacting him whilst he was on his..walk. You could call it a walk, that’s for sure.

The door is opened haphazardly, and he nearly bangs his head against the side of it, not noticing his surroundings. He takes the stairs, his steps slow and by no means careful, and then hes on his floor, dragging himself to his flat. He unlocks the door until it clicks and then beelines for his room and snatches his phone off his bed.

He has a few dozen messages from friends, some from his parents and brothers--but he ignores them all and goes straight to safari;

Y/N L/N obituary

He presses the search button and turns his phone screen away from himself, face down in his lap. Wilbur has been offline for weeks--anything could’ve happened--and who would tell him anyways? Plus, who’s to say what felt like weeks to him, hasn't been months?

A few moments later and with some reassurance from himself, he turns the screen back to face him and his eyes glance to the first result.

Y/N dead at 26, drowned at brighton beach

It’s dated four months ago.

But they broke up with him three weeks ago? You were alive mere weeks ago! How did this--how did this happen?

It was your ghost he saw, that much he knows.

You died.

God…

You’re dead.

Wilbur finds tears sliding down his cheeks, droplets plopping onto his phone screen and he pulls the sleeve of his sweater over his hand to wipe away the salty liquid from his face and he sniffles.

How didn’t he know? Why didn’t anyone tell him?

He should go back to the beach.

The beach sounds great…maybe he’ll find you again, maybe he can ask questions and get answers for all of the wonders wandering his mind.

That’s what he should do.

And so he does, but this time he takes a blanket and his phone with him.

It’s the same path as before but now he knows where he’s going when he steps outside and its dark now. The biting cold wind of dusk hits his face in a harsh sharpness, but he moves on and continues walking, blanket rested over his arm and head held up as he looks around for you.

He spots you on an old pier and is quick to follow you, walking up the crickety stairs, being slow and careful with his steps, cautious to not spook the ghost of you again. He has questions that need answers, and scaring you away does him no good.

He keeps walking to the edge of the pier, there aren’t any railings, and its entirely open. He stops when hes one to two feet away from you and he drops the blanket on the planks of wood below. He looks up from the ground, eyes meeting your shadowy figure slowly revealing details about you, although still transparent, you aren’t just a shadowy figure.

“Hello, love,” Wilbur is sure to put on a soft smile when he speaks, and you shake your head at him, looking down.

You look up, head tilting and bottom lip poking out as a taunt, “I’m not your love,”

“I--I know you’re dead but--”

“No,” is all you say, and then you’re gone again.

Wilbur wants to break down again, decompose, and scream and sob and cry. But instead, he just stands there in cowardice. He doesn’t move, he simply stands in silence. He finds himself walking towards the edge of the pier and then he sits down, legs dangling over the water.

He wonders what would---

No, Wilbur, no.

He recoils. Pulls his legs up. Backs away from the edge. He feels someone push him. He pushes back and tries to find the source of said force--it’s just him up here. But he keeps pushing against the force trying to knock him off and he’s doing a great job of it--until he doesn’t and then he’s plummeting down and he twists in the air as he falls and something in his mind speaks.

“Your end is the same as your love’s”

And then it's all black.

The next thing he knows he’s choking up water or what feels like choking up water. But he doesn’t feel like he’s in water and-- But hes awake? Alive? It feels dry around him but he still can’t see.

He tries crying out, his eyes practically glued shut and he can’t force them open.

He jolts up and his eyes shoot open, his eyes frantically search the room, it's dark and he can barely see anything and then he sees an outline of a person; you. But you’re dead! And he’s dead!

Or is he, or are you? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know anything anymore.

The shadow-like figure--you, kneel down in front of him, hands on his shoulders and your features come into view; eyebrows knitted in concern, eyes wide with fear, and mouth agape with worry.

“Love,” You inch closer to him and he backs away in fear, breathing rapid and labored, “Are you okay?” You pull your hands away in response to his skittishness.

He shakes his head, “You’re supposed to be dead,” His voice is quiet and it cracks when he speaks like he hasn’t spoken in months.

“What?”

He just shakes his head and pulls his legs up to his chest, hiding the lower half of his face between his knees, eyes the only thing in vision and his gaze is locked on you--completely unwavering.

“I’m not going to hurt you, my darling,” You put your hand out as an offering and he takes it into consideration, eyeing it like it has the chance to burn him.

“You won’t leave?” Wilbur’s eyes glance to yours for a moment before refocusing back onto your offered hand.

You shake your head, a soft smile donning your lips, “Never,”

He utters a small ‘ok’ and takes your hand and a few moments later he catapults himself into your arms. Heavy sobs ricocheted out of his chest. Your arms wrap tightly around him, and his own arms do the same for you. The two of you sit there in silence, the only noises are of the fan set up in your room or the sound of his cries as you hold him.

“I love you,” His voice is soft, small but he means it. He means it so much more than you could know.

“I love you too, bur,” You place a kiss on his temple, your hand reaching to tangle with his hair, “so, so much,”

He hums in response and another silence blankets the two of you in comfortable warmth, and then you’re the one to break it this time;

“What happened?”

He shrugs, “So much,”

You rest your chin atop his head, one hand playing with his hair and the other rubbing his back, “Wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, “No,” He pauses, gears turning in his head as he mulls over what to say next, “I love you more, by the way,”

A small, joyous laugh escapes your throat, “And I love you most.”

The two of you spend the rest of the evening like that, in each other's arms, muttering reassurances of your love for the other--and eventually, he tells you of all he’s experienced. And you feel horrible, your heart aches for him but you’re happy he’s in your arms now.

And he smiles.

He knows you’re not going anywhere and he knows you love him too, more, and most.

[ladykailitha]

Sugar!baby AU please!

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18+ below the cut!

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So he did what every self-respecting teenager with cable and a free hand does in that scenario he turned on porn.

He knew he wasn’t going to find gay porn. He wasn’t stupid. This was still Reagan’s America even if he wasn’t in office anymore. Bush was just as bad. But if he could find a blow job video then he could at least block out the chick.

With much frustration he only barely managed to find on where the girl wasn’t bouncing her tits while fucking herself on the dude’s cock. But he settled in to watch his crappy porn.

The dude was jacked and oiled to hell but Steve bit his lip as the dude on screen plowed into the actress. He was calling her all sorts of names and while that was usually a turn off for Steve, he allowed himself the fantasy of him saying those horrible things to Tommy as they had hate sex.

[fictionkinfessions]

cw for c!dream and c!techno negativity. im talking specifically about my techno and dream, no one else.

god fucking dammit man. i cant stop thinking about how fucking unfair my life was.

dream abused me, in so many fucking ways. he fucking watched me everywhere i went, he stayed in a hole in my fuckin wall. he punished me for things everyone else got away with doing. yeah i burned down georges house but it was an accident and took like 5 fucking minutes to fix! but because it was me i got exiled. no one even fuckin cared when my house was vandalized, but oh no tommy did something stupid and chaotic and against the rules so he needs to be punished bc fuck him in particular right?

ranboo, of course, went unpunished for it despite admitting to it bc dream didnt care that they were a part of it, he just wanted to punish me in particular. he wanted to isolate me from my friends and family so he could manipulate me, tell me they all hated me, that he was the only friend i had, the only one who would tell me the truth about what a horrible person i was. he would hit me, take my shit, take my food, destroy the land around me, kill any living creatures near me, burn my beach party letters, and take away any hope i had of getting away from him.

what sucks the most isnt even what he did to me, its that nobody fuckin cared. barely anyone visited me. fundy, jack, ghostbur and ranboo did and i really appreciate that. sure they only visited a handful of times and i ended up pushing people away but i still appreciate them being there. but then techno and phil did. my father and brother. phil didnt care to notice anything wrong but techno? techno just laughed at me. he saw me at my worst and he fuckin laughed. he said that it was all my fault that i ended up here, that i got what i deserved. and then, when i run to him for help and safety from my fuckin abuser, he has the fuckin gall to act like he cared about me. no you fuckin didnt man. i was a pawn to you. you whine about people using you, but you fucking used me. you let me stay in your house, sure, but you didnt care about me. you only gave a shit when i started helping you with your plan to destroy lmanburg. you even fuckin asked dream if he wanted to use his favour to get me back. you act like your such a loyal guy, like you’d do anything for the people you cared about, hell you even said you do that for me!

but you wouldnt. i know for a fact that if dream wanted to use his favour on me, you 100% wouldve given me back to him. we both know you wouldve. you dont get to act like youre on some moral fuckin high ground but youre not. youre just some bitter piece of shit who cant accept being in the wrong.

at least dream knows what he did and accepts that hes a bad person.

fuckin whatever. im just pissed. i didnt deserve to be treated like that - c!tommy

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[theimperiumchronicles]

Happy STS! Your characters are invited to a Halloween party; costumes required. Tell me what they're dressing up as and how the night goes. 🙃

Happy STS that tripped and fell over into Monday. ;)

I'm going to skip @theimperiumchronicles and go with some of the others cuz they need love <3

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@devil-in-the-details-ay

Astaroth - the grim reaper

Yara - A butterfly (at Asti's insistence)

Their night would go lovely because it would not be spent in Hell. They would be on Earth. Where...you'll find out in the story later. ****

@the-andromeda-effect

Caliban - Scrooge (Adira picked it out, everyone else finds it HILARIOUS)

Adira - Aphrodite (Caliban picked it out)

Theron - Toth

Lars - Agent X from Men in Black

Marcin (2nd Bodyguard) - Agent K from Men in Black

The party will be, of course, at the mansion. Adira will have a blast as those around her relax some knowing that all is safe on the estate grounds. There is lots of laughter and fun, not one drop of worry. (this will be vastly different from the Halloween one shot for this storyline)

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@magical-mistakes-vm

There is a theme here - the whole cast will be dressed up in 1920's attire. Think Magical Mistakes does Peaky Blinders. Of course Vollrath would be Tommy. Balor states that Mahala is NOT Grace (because not dead) or Lizzie (for reasons)...she's some nebulous 3rd female who Tommy doesn't fuck over. *snorts* Balor, being the older brother, is of course Arthur. Baldur grows out his beard to go as Alfie. Elmar does his best to pull a Luca. The party would be hosted by the Coven. No one is going to piss Vollrath or Balor off because...reasons. Mahala would get to meet many of the others from the Coven that she had not already met, which would go very smoothly. The night would be a great success with everyone having a fun time in the 1920's theme.

For funsies, Balor and Elmar both decide once more to try and "steal" Tommy's girl. Now...this goes as expected...but at least this time most of the time they're laughing at the Blinders jokes that go along with it. The only hitch is that afterwards Vollrath and Balor both get teased mercilessly regarding haircuts till they grow out. Definitely season 5...lawd... ****

@princess-of-thieves-id

Diyan/Noar - Capt. Jack Sparrow

Inara/Renisa - Elizabeth Swan

Arik - Will Turner

There will most likely be at some point a sword fight. Someone is going to get slapped, most likely Diyan/Noar. And, just like the movies, Elizabeth Swan will be leaving the party with Will Turner. *laughs*

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Tapperhet

Meeri - Snow White

Einar - Prince Charming

Lorcan - Huntsman

Elio - King

Thieran - the apple

Hilarity. The night will be pure hilarity. Why did Thieran pick the apple? Because he wasn't damn well going to be the Queen, she was a right bitch. So, instead he wanders around looking like a cast member of an underwear commercial and making way too many jokes involving apples, and fruits, and...it's bad, okay. Just try not to think too hard. That being said, the others all agree he would have slayed in a gown!

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@behindthesemasks

Melania - her mother. *dies* Who else would be fitting but to go as Marie LaVeau? Marie, coincidentally finds this hilarious and lends her period garments and does her hair and makeup.

Nic - Papa Legba

Alexander - Hamlet

Ambrose - Baron Samedi

Cade - Gede Nibo

Marie - Manman Brigitte

Gabe - Diable Tonnere

Klaus - Baron Criminel

Erik - Guede L'Orage

Dontanion and Francois don't need to dress up, they scare the shit out of people as is.

If you think ANYONE is stupid enough to disrupt a Meirs-LaVeau party on Halloween, of all nights, you would be wrong. Everything will go perfect, because if not...those Loa mentioned...well, they won't just be costumes....

tagging @raincoffeeandfandoms and @call-sign-shark cuz I think you'll find the one for Magical Mistakes a wee bit humorous even if you don't know the characters from that one. (put pics below so you can try to do an imagine)

Also, Sharkey, I can see Heaven partying it up with LaVeaus...

@blind-the-winds - look what our Magical Mistakes babies are doing!!

@saltysupercomputer - Looook at them all, they's all having funsies!!

@aziz-reads @toribookworm22 @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior

[warriorprincesstramp]

watched more bmw ok we're so close we're inching towards the finish line here... couldn't incessantly liveblog because my phone was charging so: 1. shawn was sucking and fucking like crazy while on the road we just didn't see it because it wasn't relevant to cory's journey etc 2. resurrection is PROBABLY the best if not 2/3rd best episodes of the season even if it just more ridiculous angst it does sort of work in conjunction with chet's death and eric moving out and tommy and shawn coming back etc etc this season is stupid angsty misogynistic mess but at least it did sort of come together at the end? maybe they were just trying to lead it all to that point which is why certain narratives are so forced sometimes 3. eric being perceptive and knowing his friends and being good with kids <3 it's such a bummer the way it goes but I actually like the premise of him moving out and rachel and jack literally not knowing what to do with themselves anymore without him! like when he takes that stupid rubber duck with him last minute and flashes them a smile and it's like oh. this place is nothing if he's not there to bring life to it.... ugh. eric :( 3.5. jack and rachel saying they don't want anything to change and eric going you guys don't get it already has changed it will never be the same again... like again he's the only one who understood the way these relationships mattered he's smart!! and jack and rachel just fundamentally don't Get It because well they don't really fucking like each other that much... also ummm what if you can never ever ever go back :// 4. I forgot this the choice of name for the baby was between JOSHUA and DANIEL... are you kidding... the worst guy you know vs the chillest ambiguously gay person you've ever met... I've NEVER met a fictional daniel I didn't like... amy calling him joshua altered the whole course of his life I'm convinced that's why he does all those things later on... if he was called daniel the world would be so different.... 5. I have the craziest mixed opinions on the corpanga storyline that episode... on the one hand cory shut the fuck up on the other oh my godddd let's talk about weird hopeful silly topanga... BUT the writers being like booo you're too serious and responsible now what happened to you you used to be weird and cool 🙄 THAT WAS YOU!!! TONY YOU CHOSE TO DO THAT. anyway that's it I'm done I'm sure most of you won't read this I thought it was more efficient to make these like seven posts just one long ramble. we're over the biggest hurdle though the next episode is the first legit silly one in like.five hundred years....

[bonesandthebees]

Then there’s the exposition we get via Quackity having bad business. We learn more about how shit the outside situation is. And it’s nice that this gets slowly delivered to us chapter by chapter instead of dropping the entire shabang in one go. It’s slow escalation the more we learn.

Anyway shit is about to hit the fan and Wilbur hasn’t had a single vision about it. You could argue this is because Clara knows he can’t do shit about it from where he is, which might be it. It could also be that and Angia take over is something that needs to happen to get Schlatt out of power, which might even be the reason Clara didn’t show Wilbur how to escape the Deathlings. He’s supposed to be out of play so Schlatt has no wanings, which allows him to make a mess and Provoke the country with a better army (why is he this stupid?).

This obviously triggers a little ‘why haven’t I had a vision crisis�� which leads to Wilbur spilling his worries to Quackity and being a bit more on edge when Techno gets started. It’s important to note that Wilbur does feel relief at not having gotten a vision.

Then there’s the fact that Wilbur hasn’t learned about any of this before. And Quackity’s signal comment. The thing is, Phil does know. Everything Wilbur knows about this situation comes from Phil and I have a feeling he purposefully didn’t tell Wilbur the rest of it. Maybe it’s because Wilbur’s reaction made it very obvious that he didn’t know about it, which implies he had no vision about it. So maybe Phil picked up on that and left the rest of it out as to not distress him further.

Or maybe it’s because they now know he wants to stay and they don’t want to accidenally trigger guilt about not advising the country which could either lead to a crisis or make Wilbur use his new freedom to leave and go back to the palace, which is a place no one wants him to return to for a multitude of reasons.

And it’s not really something Wilbur needs to know or be concerned about down in the temple, so maybe it’s just to avoid stress. They steal all their food, it’s not like they need to worry about rising prices (though maybe security, which could explain why Tommy and Jack got caught so fast on their run because higher prices, means more poverty means more people stealing food means more security to prevent that).

(2/2)

-🌲

I'm having a lot of fun throwing in the political bits chapter by chapter. the readers are locked into wilbur's pov, so information is very limited. that means I can let it just drip in at a very slow trickle, which also gives me a lot of control for the tone of things and how it's all progressing if that makes sense. idk what I'm saying but yeah ty I'm really enjoying those bits

yeah the thing about clara is that goddesses are divine. they are unknowable. there are many reasons why clara might not be warning wilbur about the shit going on with angia, but wilbur's not gonna find them out because there's no way for him to.

schlatt is arrogant and prideful and didn't want to "take a threat lying down" :/

I mean one thing you gotta consider is that this chapter starts out with a month timeskip from the last. the protests and the food shortages weren't going on when phil and wilbur last talked about this. now could phil have told wilbur about that stuff since then? absolutely. but the subject didn't come up. at least that's probably what he'd say if he was asked. truthfully, it's a way to keep him from being guilty about not being able to perform his duty, and also not wanting to stress him out. he doesn't need to know what's going on because it's just gonna fuck with his head. now if he outright asked, phil would tell him. but he hasn't. so phil hasn't mentioned it.

tysm for your kind words as always spruce <33

[freshairforrabbits]

🍉 - 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

[editorandchief]

can you plsss make a part 2 to the Tommy x daughter when she got kidnapped fhgdyjhdd sorry, you don’t have to I just thought it was really well written ^^

Summary: Part One

Warning: PTSD

Requested: Yes.

Taglist 🏷: @literishdegree99 @kittycatcait219 @oppile91 @unknowntoyou2205 @naxxsstuff @katherinemelissa @faatxma @skinmittensgoblin @bmh-mjh-bitchessss

The Taglist are just of the people who asked for a part two if you would like to be untagged you can let me know.

"Alright that's all, please feel free to continue about your days." Tommy said as the family meeting was coming to an end.

Y/N Shelby sat in a chair back pressed against the large book shelf that stood opposite the door. 

"I have something I'd like to say." She announced as everyone began to exit. "Something I need to say." She clarified.

Freezing in their tracks they all stop to look at the young girl before looking over to her father to see his reaction. Tommy took a few moments to also assesse his daughter before taking a seat back at his desk prompting everyone to reclaim their seats. 

"And what is it that you would like to say?" Tommy asked pulling out a cigarette from his jacked pocket and lighting a flame. 

"I've decided to leave." Y/N announced her eyes scanning over the different reaction of her family. "I'm gonna be moving out next week and my stuff will be gone by the end of the month." 

The room was eerily silent as the family knew that in situation that concerned Y/N and Tommy it was best to stay quiet but present incase thing were to get out of hand. 

Keeping his eyes on this daughter, Tommy let out a sigh before removing the cigarett from his mouth setting it on his desk along side the lighter.

"Moving out?" Tommy asked the 15 year old making sure he had heard her right. "And who exactly do you plan to do that?" 

Y/N watched as he interlocked his fingers and leaned forward on the desk, at least he was taking her seriously. 

"I'm going to move in with my mum." She answered adjusting her posture as she struggles to hold his gaze. "I've been in contact with her and she invited me to come live with her." 

"And how, may I ask, did you get in contact with your mother?" 

"No."

"No?"

"You may not ask." Y/N stated knowing that anyone involved in helping her would pay a price heavier than their 'crime'. Tommy scoffed maybe he would find this situation amusing if not for the context. 

"So you, through unknown means, were able to contact the woman who dropped you off to our doorstep and disappeared without a trace and now fifteen years later expect me to allow you to just fuck off with her to god knows where?" Tommy summarized. "And you're running off with a stranger on the promises of lollipops and rainbows, does she even have a place for you to stay?"

"She was young back then, she couldn't raise a child on her own." 

"I was young too, but I took care of you because you were mine." Tommy countered. "While she was too irresponsible to take care of her own child."

"She's different now, she married to a nice man...." Y/N defended her mother. "I've got sibling...they all live in London in a nice house." 

"And how do you know any of this is true?" Tommy asked rubbing his hand across his forehead in frustration. "She could be telling you anything to get you to London." 

"I know cause I've seen it. I've been there. met them." She confessed angrily looking to her father for insinuating she was some stupid child clinging to word with nothing to back it up. "I went to meet her last month, the week I was gone."

"Last month?" Tommy asked standing from his seat coming around to lean on the side of the desk facing her full on arms folded across his chest. "When you told me you were going to visit your friend Olivia? Though I suspect she doesn't exist." 

"She's one of my sisters." She clarified avoiding eye contact for a few moments before looking back to her father's face. "I spent time with them. My stepdad is a nice man, he's a banker, he treated me nice. When mom said she wanted me to live with them he said he wouldn't mind." 

"A banker? and what is they call him?" Tommy asked reaching back over to the desk to retrieve his cigarette and lighter. Y/N was hesitant at first but know he would find out sooner or later.

"Anthony Crestwood." She sighed.

"Right, Isaiah." 

"Yeah Tom?"

"I need you to get the address of the the Crestwood family, I'd like to have a call with Mr. Crestwood and his wife." He informed the young blinder never looking away from Y/N.

"Your going to call them?" Y/N asked only slightly confused seeing as he had every right to want to speak to the couple who would be housing his daughter. 

"Yes. Yes I am." Tommy answered lighting the cigarette between his lips. "And I will be informing the Crestwood family that upon their arrival to Arrow House in an attempt to remove my child there should be no doubt in there minds that at that exact moment their home will be burning to the ground." Taking a drag of the nicotine he watched as his daughter eyes widened in disbelief as she stood from her seat. 

"You can't do that." 

"I can." Tommy replied. "I can and  I will but not if you don't make me. It's time you learned action have consequences" He said pointing at her with the cigarette between his fingers. 

"So this is how it's going to be?" She asked. "You don't care about be so that means that no one else can?" 

"I care for you, you know what I do but you have chosen to forget that in the wake of one mistake." Tommy shouted

"'It's time you've learned your actions have consequences' or does that not apply to you, just everyone else?"

"So this is a 'consequence' an attempt for you to punish me for how I've wronged you." Tommy accused.

"God are you kidding- No!" Y/N shouted. "This is an attempt to free myself. this is an attempt to not have nightmares every time I close my eyes because for the last few months that all it ever is! Because every time I look at your face the only thing I can see is that man laughing and telling my that my father didn't give a damn about me and believing him because I had no prove to say otherwise.  

I've tried to forgive you, you have no idea how badly I want to. How badly I want to run to you like when I was younger and think that you'd never let anything hurt me, that the worries of the world don't exist inside the comfort of your arms but I can't.

So no Tomas...I'm not doing this to you, I'm doing this for me."  

The two stood there both looking into each other's eyes it was only then that Tommy truly saw how broken his daughter was on the inside and Y/N saw how desperate her father was to keep her. 

"I fucked up. I know I fucked up but you have to see that I am trying." Tommy admitted. "That I can't make this better if you run away." 

"I know you are...but I can't get better if I stay."  

"..."

[if-you-feel-lonely]

Being C!Phil's older sibling would include...

TW: Swearing, me being british and projecting that onto Y/N :,)

You practically raised Phil, and it shows with how similar the two of you act

You spent a lot of your life travelling, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone

So while you were off building bridges and meeting new people, Phil was slowly but surely accumulating a surplus of children and friends - biological, legal and emotional

You don't come to the SMP often, but when you do, his home gets progressively more crowded

First it was just him and Techno

Then Wilbur

Then Tommy and Tubbo

Then Ranboo and Michael

And now Niki drops by, too

You swear you've seen Jack and Fundy a couple times

Even Eret used to drop by every now and then when L'manberg was starting out

"Every time I come to visit, you've picked up more feral little shits." "I'm not trying to." "You're a bloody liability, honestly."

... Yeah

If you end up having children like he does, you'll never hear the end of it.

"Hypocritical if you ask me." "Piss off, at least I didn't pick up the founding fathers of a country and their partners."

oh my god

Can we stop pretending he wasn't a feral gremlin child

Tommy and the others had to pick it up off someone, and we all know it wasn't from Kristen

"Wilbur, did I ever tell you that your dad was a fucking psychotic child?" "... REALLY-"

As much as you love your nephews, you're not afraid to play favourites

It started when Tommy and Wilbur were younger, with you would casually say "if you did this, you'd be my favourite"

Over time, they'd get more and more competitive

You're their coolest relative that laughs when they do stupid shit, of course they want to be your favourite!

Little do they know, Tubbo is your favourite

But you won't tell them that

That ruins the fun!

Phil is your brother, you're always looking out for him

That's why when Tubbo put him under house arrest, you couldn't help but feel betrayed

You also broke him out, but that's not the point I'm trying to make

Technically, you're not part of the syndicate

But when Techno calls upon Icarus to help, you're never too far away

[modelbus]

hello! I was wondering if you could do a tommyinnit x male reader (platonic or romantic, whatever you want).

The reader is this young entrepreneur who just happens to be Tommy's friend irl. He loves trolling chat and Tommy constantly by donating thousands of dollars (like 2k then 10k) during streams just to saying something stupid like "please come back to Nottingham, my mom says she misses you </3". Wilbur and Jack are always on his ass about who this guy is, but Tommy never answers them properly until one day reader just pulls up in Tommy's apartment during a big stream and you can take it from here honestly. Sorry if the request is a bit messy and specific.

ENTREPRENEUR READER!! ENTREPRENEUR READER!!

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Male!Reader

Entrepreneur Enigma

As the donation pops on the screen of your laptop, you can't help but laugh. Although there are a million other things you should be doing (a budgeting meeting, for example...), you just can't pass up the chance to mess with Tommy.

"Thank you- oh fuck. Fuck off, get out of here." Tommy says, shaking his head at your ridiculous donation.

A thousand pounds just to say hi, and that's the response you get? Typing in another message, you send another donation. He really should cap his donations.

The thing about you and Tommy was that you were both multi-millionaires. Although he stayed stingy with his money, you relaxed a little. Threw some around. There was also the fact his income came from streaming, an entirely unreliable business. At least being the youngest entrepreneur in the UK was relatively stable.

“I will buy many many drugs with your money.” Tommy warns. “So many drugs. And I won’t come to Nottingham to visit you and your mom.”

Before you get the chance to send more money with yet another message, a notification pops up on your screen. The one meeting you can’t actually miss.

When you return to the stream an hour later, a lot has changed. Tommy’s on a new Minecraft world with both Wilbur and Jack. Smiling to yourself, you send more money.

“And I- oh fuck off, I thought you left!” Tommy exclaims, cutting himself off.

“What?” Jack asks, laughing.

“Oh! Oh! It’s rich friend!” Wilbur yells.

“He says hi.” Tommy relays your message.

“Hi rich friend!” Jack screams into the mic. “When do we get to meet you!?”

“Never.” Is Tommy’s immediate answer.

“Stop hoarding him, man.” Wilbur chastises. “Let us have our fun.”

“Don’t worry, I can be all of your sugar daddie- WHAT THE FUCK?! Wait, is that 10,000?!”

“Tommy’s rich friend, please be my sugar daddy.” Wilbur says.

“Wait, how old is he? I feel like this might be important information.” Jack quickly interrupts the bit.

“My age.” Tommy answers.

“…on second thought-“

“BAHAHA-!”

Even you laugh although nobody else hears it.

For ages now Tommy’s friends had been trying to figure out who you were, trying to meet you. Tommy had dodged the questions until he could ask you what to do, but by then it was too late. You had quickly became famous for being Tommy’s mysterious rich friend. An enigma, one could even say.

“Seriously, I want to meet him.” Wilbur finally says.

“No. Fuck off and die.”

“What about me? I want to meet him too.” Jack protests.

“I told you no last time too!”

“We’ll catch you off guard one day, and you’ll say yes.”

“I’m always on guard. I’m like a fucking shark. Sleeping with my eyes open and shit.”

“Sharks don’t sleep with their eyes open.” Jack laughs. “Wait, do they?”

“Yes, Jack.” Wilbur sighs.

Maybe one day you’d show up to Tommy’s flat just to fuck with people. Break the internet a little. You’ve seen theories that you’re the mysterious rich friend, but they weren’t anything serious so the confirmation would send fans wild. Instant number one trending on Twitter.

Wait.

-

“WHAT IS UP BOYS?! WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM!”

You’re running late. So late that Tommy had to start his stream without you, leaving his door unlocked and trusting nobody would break in.

Time-management skills were definitely something you needed to work on. In your defense though, someone else was meant to schedule your day.

Letting yourself into his flat, you lock the door behind you. Now that you’re actually inside he’s so much louder than before. It’s quite literally a miracle his landlord hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“This is a big stream boys, we have a very special guest joining us at some point. He’s actually late. Late! For me! Tommyinnit! Doesn’t he know who I am?!”

"Regretfully, I do know who you are." You speak, slipping into his streaming room.

He screams, throwing his headset off as he spins around. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Hi Tom. What's up?"

"DON'T WHAT'S UP ME! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING QUIET?!"

"I am simply built different." With a shrug you take a few more steps deeper into his room. "Hello Tommy's stream."

"OH! Right! This is my very very wealthy friend!"

"Look, they already know me." You lean on his desk, peering closer at the stream chat that was spamming your name. "Jesus Christ, this moves so fucking fast."

"Why the fuck are you so dressed up? Did you get all dressed up for me? Little ol' me?" Tommy jokes, nudging you away from his desk so he can see chat.

"You wish. Meeting ran late, didn't have time to change." You take off your suit coat, throwing it at his face. He catches it and throws it randomly on the ground.

"Oh, Wil's calling me! Hello Wil! What seems to be the problem?"

Wilbur's voice booms out from Tommy's computer at a painfully loud volume. Somehow Tommy doesn't seem to mind, leaning forward to play up his bit.

"THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOUR FRIEND WAS THE FUCKING RICHEST GUY IN THE UK RIGHT NOW!"

"Not quite the richest, but thanks." You say.

"Aw shut up, we get it, you're rich." Tommy rolls his eyes. "Well so am I!"

"Tommy, I'm no longer talking to you." Wilbur announces.

"I'm going to hang up on you."

"Don't!" You protest. "I want to talk to Wilbur!"

"Thank you. Now, tell me how the fuck you ended up friends with Tommy fucking Innit."

"He saw how epic I was and decided he would try and befriend me." Tommy answers.

"From what I remember you were getting ruthlessly bullied, but sure, okay-"

"YOU ARE A DIRTY LIAR!"

"Chat, Wilbur, why would I ever lie to you?"

"Don't trust him. He has nothing on me. Nothing." Tommy argues, glancing at you. "Don't let his weirdly sexy business attire fool you-"

"TOM!"

"What? What?! Do I lie?! Do I?!"

"This was the worst fucking idea ever." You groan, turning around and walking a few paces like you're going to leave.

"Wait, come back, I need your clout! I mean, I love you so incredibly much you are my favorite rich friend."

"Oh, with that convincing argument."

"Stay for me, I'm so much better than Tommy." Wilbur jumps in. "Besides, you still have to meet Jack and Georgenotfound. Ever heard of Georgenotfound?"

"Of course I've heard of Georgenotfound. I'll stay for him any day of the week." You immediately turn around and head back to Tommy's stream.

"Let me call him for you, let me-"

"HEY!" Tommy yells. "THIS IS MY STREAM! I'LL BE THE ONE CALLING GOGY!"

"He won't answer you." Wilbur dismisses.

"Oh you motherfucker-"

Needless to say, you're both trending on Twitter for a long time after that.

[missymurphy1985]

The Saviour (Part 9) - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader

Warning - unwanted pregnancy / adoption / kidnapping / labour / childbirth

This got long.... Sorry.... 🤣

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The days blended into each other. Locked in a small bedroom within the manor house you were held captive in, you could only see a small sliver of daylight through a boarded up window. Was it night time, or just a cloudy day? Was that rain?

You judged it by how many bowls of grainy porridge you were fed - you were on ten so far. Ten breakfasts. At least you thought they were breakfasts - they could have been serving you that sludge three times a day for all you knew. Fuck knows how long you'd been in there.

The cramps in your abdomen started before you fell asleep. Nothing too painful for now, just little twinges, and a tightening sensation across your belly with each one. You checked your underwear regularly - still dry. Probably false contractions, Paul had warned you about them a few months back.

"Stay in there a little longer," you stroked your bump carefully, still praying for some kind of miracle, someone finding you and getting you out before your girls arrived. You had no idea if they even were girls.. but you had dreams every night of beautiful, dark haired girls running around a field of daisies, playing hopscotch. You wished you didn't dream of them... You knew they weren't yours to keep.. especially now.

Feeling a strong tightening across your belly, you winced. That was sharp.. standing up from your small bed slowly, you held under your bump and walked to the door. Knocking it, you waited. No answer.

Another knock, harder this time. Still nothing.

You knew there was a guard out there, you heard him earlier, he kept whistling to piss you off. Stupid little tunes that Jack used to play in the brothel while you were being abused by politicians in your chambers.

You heard something - footsteps? Was someone coming? Another wave of pain gripped you and you doubled down onto the floor, letting out a low groan from the intensity of it.

"YN?!"

Alfie?? Was that Alfie??

"I'm in here!!!" You screamed.

"I can't get in, I need the keys!!" Your brother shouted through the door.

"The guard had them!" You yelled.

"Shelby, be a love and find that guard's body will you?"

Shelby?? No.. oh fuck no...

It felt like an age, but was probably only ten minutes or so, before you heard another voice with Alfie's. A voice you prayed you'd never hear again.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, peering through the slot in the door, seeing you on all fours on the floor.

"I will be when you get me out of here..." The pains subsided a little, you tried to catch your breath. Involuntarily rocking on your knees, swaying forwards and backwards. Anything to ease the pressure in your pelvis.

The door finally opened, and Alfie moved quickly. Too quickly for you, you held him back with one arm outstretched.

"Wait..." You gasped, feeling another contraction. He looked at you confused, completely oblivious.

"YN...?" Tommy approached slowly, blood on his knuckles, scratches on his face, but nothing but concern etched across his features.

"I can explain," you said, easing back onto your knees slowly. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

"Fucking hell..." He gasped, backing away slowly. His eyes darting between you and your bump, back to Alfie, back to you again.

"When the fuck did that happen?!" Alfie yelled, furiously.

"Can we discuss this another time please?!" You winced, standing slowly. Tommy moved a red-faced Alfie out of the way and wrapped his coat over your shoulders. Guiding you gently, he led you out of the room.

Alfie followed you both down to the car. Fortunately you had some respite from the contractions, Tommy was able to help you into the back seat without any issue.

"How did you find me?" You asked once the car pulled out of the driveway. You could see a line of sheet covered bodies on the tarmac, men in peaked caps surrounding them.

"Grace left a fortnight ago, said she was visiting a sick relative. Something didn't add up, so I had my boys track her down. They found her here with Jack a few days ago, said they saw a young woman with them that matched your description. They neglected to tell me you were pregnant."

"Yeah..."

"Was I ever going to find out?" He was angry. His jawline jutted out, his fists gripping the steering wheel.

"No..."

"I see."

"Tommy I'm sorry okay, I didn't..." You paused, no longer able to speak as a wave of pressure pushed into your pelvis, and with it you felt a pop. No gush of water like you'd read about, but you certainly could feel something leaking from between your legs.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little reunion, but would someone kindly tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Alfie suddenly reminded you of his presence in the passenger seat.

You gripped the back of his chair tight as you felt a contraction, gritting your teeth. Tommy took your hand and brought it onto his shoulder.

"Gunshot wound a few years back - no feeling in it. I like my leather seats," he joked, and you couldn't help but smile.

"She's pregnant. She's in labour, actually. And unless I've put 2 and 2 together and come up with 7, I'd say that's my baby she's about to give birth to on my back seat if we don't hurry up and get her back to Small Heath," Tommy explained. Alfie looked at him with such anger and contempt, you were seriously concerned whether or not you'd make it back anywhere without him decapitating your driver...

"You fucking what, mate?!"

"Babies..."

Both of them turned around at that.

"What?!" In unison. Like a fucking double act this pair...

"Twins, and my waters have already broken. So unless you want me to push these babies out on your nice, fancy leather seats I suggest you put your fucking foot down!"

************************************************************

Between the contractions that were getting steadily more frequent and painful, and the cross examination Tommy was getting from your brother, you'd never been so grateful to hear Tommy say you were close to Small Heath. By this point you were kneeling on the floor. The only comfortable position you could find.

"YN, are you okay?" Tommy asked from the driver's seat.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you..." You wheezed between contractions.

He didn't say anything, just stared straight ahead at the road, his mind whirring at 110 miles per hour.

"How far?!" Alfie reached back and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"Five miles," Tommy answered, flooring the pedals.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to say something but all you could manage was a muffled groan as your body started to take over - the need to push overtaking any rational thought you had in you.

"She ain't got five miles in her Tom," Alfie felt you tense and bear down.

"Fuck... You're driving," Tommy ordered, slamming the brakes on and getting out of the car. He opened the back door and climbed in, one leg either side of you on the floor.

"I can't do this..."

"Yes you can," his hands cupped your cheeks gently and he leaned forwards, resting his forehead against yours.

"We can," he said, eyebrows raised, eyes intense.

You nodded in reply, before another wave of agony swept over you, a deep, low groan coming from your chest as you hunkered down between his legs. His hands ran over the length of your spine, soothing you.

Alfie hit the accelerator and you were back on the move.

Tommy felt your body tense, he felt you bear down, and instinct took over.

"Ah fuck, Alfie, hurry up!"

Tommy lifted you onto the seat, resting you against the door. Seconds later his hands were pulling your underwear down your legs, then hitching your dress up to your waist.

"Alfie, drive to Watery Lane. Find Polly!"

"YN?" Alfie looked at you, fear and concern replacing his earlier anger. You looked back at him and nodded, gripping the door handle next to you.

"What are you doing?" You gasped, taking a breath.

"I was there when my mum give birth to Finn - Dad was off somewhere shagging one of his whores, Arthur was probably out with him. Ada was the only one of us in the house who knew where the doctor lived so it was just me and her until they came back. Finn was born as they came through the door," he explained, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy...." You sobbed, feeling yourself panic.

"Enough. We can talk later. You need to focus on getting our babies out, and nothing else, understood?" His borderline harsh tone snapped you out of your panic and he held your knees apart.

"You need to breathe, YN," he smiled, noticing you bracing, waiting for the next contraction.

"No... No no no no...."

"If you need to push, then push, don't hold it," the hard tone was back, almost like he was giving orders in France, and you bore down as hard as you could - your body taking over. A low moan escaping your lips, his hand clasping yours, hooking it under your knee. He brought your other hand up to hook your other knee up.

"Keep them there, that's it, you're doing good," he grinned as the contraction eased off, a hard exhale leaving your body.

"Keep breathing, deep breaths."

"Am I done yet?"

"I'm not answering that."

"I cannot believe my mate knocked my fucking sister up," Alfie laughed from the front seat, and Tommy took his flat cap off and smacked the back of his head with it.

You suddenly felt the wave again, gripping Tommy's hand tight and pushing for all you were worth.

"I can see a head, keep going! Push, push, push..."

The burn was almost intolerable. Intense pressure and a splitting, burning feeling between your legs.

"That's it, good, good," Tommy was encouraging you through each wave, your fingers almost crushing his under your knee but he barely flinched. It was almost like he'd gone onto autopilot - his only focus was your babies.

"Your body's pushing by itself, let it happen, breathe with me," one hand was between your legs, guiding baby A through, his eyes were on yours, little breaths in unison with you. You felt like you were being ripped apart, but his steady gaze kept you calm.

You barely registered the car stopping, Alfie climbing out, then a short while later the car doors being opened. You heard a woman's voice commanding Tommy out of the car.

"Not now, Pol, just hand me a knife," he pushed her back gently, and she handed him a blade. She climbed into the front seat and hovered over you both, keeping a watchful eye.

"Tommy!!!" You screamed as the burning passed and was replaced by a blinding pressure.

"Chin down, push!" Bearing down, you felt an overwhelming relief as your first baby slid straight into her father's hands. He lifted up the screaming bundle and sliced the cord with the knife, placing her straight onto your chest.

"Oh my god... Oh my god..." You cried, holding the beautiful little girl close, shock surging through you. Instinctively pulling your dress down, you allowed the bundle to feed. Tommy's hand came into view, soothing the little one's cries with a stroke of her cheek, you could hear him choking back a sob at the sight of her.

"Fuck me, she's perfect... She's perfect..." He sobbed, a huge grin on his face.

"Tommy, Alfie said twins?" Polly interrupted the moment, bringing you both back to reality.

"YN, can you move?" Tommy asked you, wanting to get you indoors. There was already a crowd forming around the car from the commotion caused on Watery Lane.

You shook your head, feeling the waves of contractions kick-starting again. Polly carefully took your daughter from you, wrapping her in her scarf and handing her to Tommy, who carried her out of the car. Polly was suddenly in front of you, a big smile on her face and kind eyes just like Tommy's.

"Let's meet her sibling, shall we?"

The door behind you suddenly opened, and you found yourself propped up against Tommy's chest, his arms under yours, supporting your weight.

"Where is she?"

"Uncle Alfie's taking care of her," he smiled, kissing your cheek. You could see Alfie holding the little bundle in his arms behind Polly, his eyes glassed over with tears as little hands reached for his beard.

"Tommy I can't do it again, please..."

"You can. I'm right here, come on," there wasn't time to think, your body once again defied you and you bore down. Each push came with a scream from the bottom of your chest, deep groans as you gave it all you had left in you. Gripping Tommy's hands, you could see his fingers turning white from the pressure, but he never wavered.

Another scream from you, and all you heard was a baby's cry, followed by Polly announcing the arrival of not a girl, as you expected, but a boy.

He was placed on your chest as his sister was not ten minutes earlier, Polly sliced the cord and got to work delivering the placenta while you and Tommy gazed at your son.

"My god, YN..."

"He has your eyes," you smiled, stroking his face gently.

"She has yours," he chuckled, and called Alfie over. Taking your daughter from him, he placed her carefully next to her brother on your chest, wrapping the scarf over them both as they snuggled together.

An overwhelming feeling of love and contentment swamped you. The need and desire to protect these little people you'd created, wanting to give them everything you never had.

You still weren't sure you'd be able to... If you could do it. Would Tommy really step up and be a father? Or just a benefactor? Or would he just walk away, never to be seen again?

Would Alfie ever forgive him?

[mcyt-peach]

thanks again for writing my request <33 if i may, i dub meself as quackity simp anon :> also, i’ve got a hc idea: ok, since i haven’t moved on from your lovely big q fnaf stream hc yet, how abt how other ccs playing fnaf with you? you can choose whoever you’d like to write. also, mix-and-matching who’s in stream like maybe p!benchtrio together or dreamnap or just cc and reader and etc. and whether they’d be in call or in person, will they be scared, and stuff like that! love, quackity simp anon

playing fnaf security breach with the mcyts

⋆｡˚ summary: with the popularity of Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach, you and your fellow streamers decide to play it together

⋆｡˚ including: cc!sapnap, cc!dream, cc!niki, cc!jack, cc!george, cc!wilbur and cc!tommy (all platonic)

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns, mentions of horror elements, swearing, no implied romance/all platonic

⋆｡˚ note: quackity simp anon thank you for another banger of a request, I never really thought about how different pairs would interact so I loved writing this

Dream and Sapnap

they scream the whole time, literally the whole time

like you regret taking the trip to meet up with them

if you were on call, at least you could mute them

but alas, you’re stuck between Dream and Sapnap, who were currently screaming their heads off

not that you were much better, but you weren’t nearly as loud as the two of them

the three of you switched between who was in control of the game

Dream, of course, ran his mouth the whole time about how you and Sapnap were total babies and if he was in control right now, he wouldn’t be afraid

but the second you slide the keyboard over to him, he’s yelling at the animatronics and telling Sapnap to shut up

the younger boy is at your side, sucking in deep breaths before barking out orders to the now struggling Dream

when it’s finally your turn to play, the two of them get sort of pouty at how well you’re handling it

you’re just as scared as they are, but there’s no facecam for the stream and your silence as you focus makes you appear cool and collected

you talk to the viewers much more than the other two, responding to donos as Sapnap screams and laughing along with chat when Dream goes on a rant after dying

the text to speak interrupts the chaos as it reads a donation “Dream is a pissbaby confirmed?”

“Oh definitely, he’s literally hiding behind his hands right now.” “SHUT UP, I AM NOT!”

Tommy (platonic)

also complete chaos

but luckily you’re on call this time, or else you would be forced to deal with his screaming in person

Tommy’s got your voice coming out of the speakers, so her can hear you, along with chat

Tommy took over at the beginning of the game, interested in the lore and collectibles

he would chime in with commentary, calling Gregory stupid and boasting about how he could totally take down Monty with no problem

“Tommy, you couldn’t fight a snail.’ “Y/N, HOW DARE YOU! I AM THE MANLIEST MAN IN THIS ROOM!”

Tommy got up to the point in the story where Gregory needed to get the upgrades from the other animatronics, finally setting you loose

you were practically vibrating by the time you was allowed to be in charge of the game play

“LET’S FUCKING GO! I’LL KILL YOU ROXY! I’M GONNA RIP OUT YOUR EYES!”

Tommy stares at the camera in worry as you laugh like a maniac

eventually someone in chat sends in a dono

“Maybe Y/n should take a break.” “You know what, chat? I agree with you.”

George and Wilbur

two opposite sides of the spectrum

George is thrumming with energy, while Wilbur is laid back

Wilbur pretty much lets George play most of the game, only taking over when George needs a break

he talks to you most of the time over discord, trying to ignore George constantly screaming

Wilbur will come up with the wildest theories and George is just fighting for his life

“Maybe Gregory is stuck in limbo and is being hunted to rediscover his mortality.” “Wil, I’m literally watching a giant chicken eat garbage, it’s not that deep.”

when George goes to the bathroom or leaves to get a snack, Wilbur is completely lost

it becomes very obvious that he wasn’t paying attention for half of the game

you basically have to tell him exactly where to go and what button to press

“Wait, what do I do?!? How do I get away?!” “Get inside Freddy!” “GET INSIDE HIM??!?!??”

by the time George gets back, the two of you are ready to give up

“What happened? You’re still in the same spot I left you in!” “Georgeeeee, he doesn’t even know how to charge his flashlight! He’s died like 15 times.”

it’s safe to say the stream ends up being longer than anticipated

Niki and Jack

honestly, they’re both pretty chill

even when the jumpscares come, neither of them go beyond a small yelp or a gasp

Jack keeps joking about how he and Freddy have the same haircut

“Freddy doesn’t even have hair though.” “Exactly”

Niki joins in, putting her hair up like Chica and saying “Staff only!” over and over again

as soon as Jack hears “Freddy, you’re supposed to be on lockdown.” he is 100% responding with “Vanessa... my fazballs.”

when Vanessa makes that whole speech about how Gregory deserves a reward, all 3 of you look at each other

“Why is she kinda...” you say before the room devolves into giggles

Niki ends up being the one who has to do the DJ section and she is livid

both you and Jack are yelling at her to go faster

“I AM GOING FASTER!!! WHY IS HE GIGANTIC”

none of you have any clue how bugged the game is when you reach the end, so it’s all screams and confusion when Roxy teleports into the room or Freddy starts spinning in the charging station

[imaginemcyt]

sisterinnit!

cc!wilbur soot x tommy’s older sister

tw: language

note: this one uses specifically she/her pronouns, however, you can replace them with your pronouns. it won’t change the story at all. sorry that this is kinda shit but tumblr deleted my draft and i had to completely rewrite it so this is what i’ve got. hope you enjoy! <3

“y/n this is wilbur, wilbur this is y/n.” tommy gave the basic introductions with a bored look on his face.

“y/n simons, pleasure to meet you.”

“wilbur soot, the pleasure is all mine.”

as he shook your hand, you stared into each other’s eyes. he wore a small smile, that was almost a smirk. was it just you, or was there electricity when your hands touched? that had to be in your head, right? your gaze lingered on the other for perhaps a little too long before you let go of each other’s hands.

“now get out, y/n.” tommy pushed you towards the door.

•••

“y/n can you see wilbur out? i’m busy!”

wilbur looked at you with a smile, causing you to blush. you nodded and yelled back at your brother, “yeah!”

you led wilbur to the front door, opening it and stepping to the side. you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

as you stuttered out a reply, he gave you that same almost-smirk and turned away, walking down your driveway.

•••

“what are you doing up?”

you jumped, not expecting to see someone in your kitchen at two am. then you remembered tommy had invited friends over.

“oh, it’s you. i… i can’t sleep. what are you still doing awake?”

you filled a glass up with water and began to drink it, putting it in the sink when you were done.

“tommy snores really loud.”

you both let out a light laugh at your younger brother’s expense.

“well, since we’re both awake, do you want to do something? we could watch friends? that’s all i was doing anyway.”

“that sounds great.”

you both made your way up the stairs and into your room. you sat on the bed and set up the laptop with the episode you were currently on. eventually you were laying down together watching joey do lunges in all of chandler’s clothes.

(like this ^^^)

you were about halfway through a second episode when tommy interrupted.

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

you both looked up at the tired gremlin child.

“watching friends.” wilbur gave him a cheeky smile.

•••

“hello?”

“oh! uh, hello…?”

“oh it’s you, wilbur!” you spoke over your brother’s headset while he was in the bathroom.

“y/n? hi! what are you doing?”

“well tommy’s in the toilet so i wanted to see who he was talking to. turns out it’s you!”

wilbur let out a chuckle. “it’s me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!”

“uh oh, gotta go!” you threw down the headset before running for your life.

•••

“y/n, hang out with us!”

you stopped at the doorway, looking back at the group of boys all sitting on the floor. jack manifold, tubbo, and wilbur all stared up at you.

“no, y/n, get out of my room.” tommy spoke from his spot on the bed.

“aww, why can’t she stay?”

“yeah, tommy, don’t be a dick, man.”

“y/n, stay!”

“no, y/n, leave.”

you looked nervous, being pulled in two different directions, before ultimately deciding that you had other things to do.

“sorry guys, i should probably go.”

a chorus of disappointed groans and “aww”s left the group before you waved and closed the door behind you.

you went back to your room, deciding to give your brother his space despite your loneliness and boredom. you knew you’d want the same from him.

you decided to mess around with your ukulele to pass the time. you played your favorite song, singing along quietly. it wasn’t long before a knock on the door made you stop.

“come in.”

the door opened and none other than wilbur soot popped his head in.

“hey.”

“hey. tommy asked me to tell you to shut up, but i think you sound lovely.”

you turned slightly pink. “oh, uh, thanks. tell tommy i’m sorry and i’ll keep it down.”

“no need, he’s a prick anyway.” he made his way to where you sat on the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“what are you playing?”

you smiled and told him about how it was your favorite song by your favorite artist and you loved how fun it was. he requested you play a little bit for him, so you did. when you were done, you started to talk about it a little more.

at least until you realized he wasn’t listening. he was staring at your lips, leaning in. you followed suit.

the door burst open, causing you two to spring apart.

“wilbur, what the hell is taking so long? and what are you two doing in here with the door closed?”

wilbur smiled at tommy. “playing music, of course.”

tommy gave a skeptical look, dragging wilbur out of the room with a “keep it down, y/n!”

wilbur stopped at the doorway. “by the way, i quite like hanging out with you, y/n.”

•••

“your hands are so tiny!”

“they are not,” you gasped. “your hands are just huge, probably because you’re a giant of a man.”

wilbur laughed. “put your hand up,” he instructed. he touched his to yours gently, showing off the size difference.

you both giggled before stopping and looking into each other’s eyes. he gave you a gentle smile and slipped his fingers in between yours, interlocking them and holding your hand in his larger one.

you looked back at him and smiled.

•••

you knocked on the door three times, and he answered not long after.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“tommy thinks he left his sweater here and asked if i could drop by and pick it up on my way home.”

“oh yeah, one second.”

he disappeared for a moment before returning, holding your brother’s red hoodie. “here you go,” he said with a smile.

“thank you. sorry to bother you.”

“it’s no trouble. can i walk you home?”

you felt yourself heating up and smiled. “if you’d like.”

he nodded and grabbed his jacket. then you both started off toward the simons residence. you almost made it before it started raining.

it was light rain at first, so you carried on. however, it got heavier by the second, and pretty soon it was pouring on you two.

wilbur took off his jacket and held it above your heads. “we’re almost there, run!”

the two of you ran the rest of the way, only stopping once you got to your porch. you looked at each other for a moment, catching your breath. then you started laughing. you were both soaked and standing there like idiots, laughing at yourselves.

your laughter soon died down, and then you were just smiling at each other. he reached over to you and brushed a wet piece of hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

you weren’t stupid. you knew the look he was giving you was a lovestruck gaze, but you decided to play dumb.

“what?”

then finally it happened. after months of flirting and mutual pining, he closed the gap and kissed you. with his right hand on your face he crashed his lips to yours (a/n: that sounds violent but it’s not meant to be lol), pulling you closer with his left. you wrapped your arms around him, hands tangling in his hair.

passion mingled with desperation and you kissed long after you were breathless. you didn’t part until you heard a loud yell of disgust.

you instantly sprang apart with swollen lips and red faces.

“are you fucking kidding me? that’s my sister, man!” tommy yelled, glaring at wilbur.

he then looked to you. “and you, kissing my best mate?!”

you stood there shocked for a moment before coming to your senses.

“uhhh, I wasn’t kissing, were you kissing?” you said, turning to wilbur and praying to god he caught on to your obvious lie.

“no, i wasn’t kissing.” he shook his head.

“neither was i! see, no kissing here.”

“i’m not stupid,” said tommy, voice low and angry as opposed to the shock and disgust from before. “i saw everything.”

he then turned and walked away from the door, leaving you two alone again.

a moment of awkward silence passed. “i should probably… you know.” you said, pointing to the house.

“oh yeah, no, definitely.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“and look, i’m sorry if i ruined your friendship with tommy. i know you guys are close, and i hope he forgives you.”

he gave you a sad smile. “same here, love.” he then kissed your cheek and took off into the rain once more.

you went inside and tried fixing things with tommy, who refused to speak to you. after sitting outside his bedroom door for nearly an hour, you finally gave up and headed back into your room. you opened discord.

[your username]: tommy’s ignoring me. i’ve just sat outside his room for an hour and he refuses to talk to me.

WilburSoot: i’ll give it a go.

he did not speak to wilbur. tommy left him on read every time.

•••

tommy avoided you entirely for two weeks. he left the room if you walked in, and he wouldn’t speak to you at the dinner table. your mother was curious what was going on between you two, but neither of you would say anything about it.

finally, you’d had enough.

you asked your mother to call tommy out of his room, since he wouldn’t answer if you were to try. she did, just wanting you two to speak again. once he arrived in the living room, you jumped him. you grabbed him around the middle and threw him on the couch, planting yourself on top of him so he couldn’t run away. your mum left the room.

“hey, you asshole, get off of me!”

“no, tommy! enough is enough! you’re not leaving until you hear me out!”

“no, i don’t want to talk to you!”

“too bad because i’m not moving until you hear what i have to say! i don’t want us to keep avoiding each other like this.”

he went silent and thought about it for a moment, an angry and skeptical look on his face. “…fine. get it over with.”

you took a deep breath.

“tommy, you’re my little brother, and i love you. i’ll always love you, even when you hate me. just know that i never meant to hurt you or make you angry. however… you can’t tell me how to live my life, or who i can be with. i want to be with wilbur. i can’t help it, tommy, i love him. you can be happy for me or not, that’s your choice. but what isn’t your choice, is who i love.”

by the end of your speech, your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery. you got off of tommy and helped him sit up.

his face softened. “you… you love him?”

your tears ran down your cheeks. you nodded. “i do.”

tommy sighed before pulling you into a hug. it was rare for him to show affection, especially to you, but after everything that happened between the two of you, he felt it was important.

“i love you, y/n. you’re my sister, i could never hate you. i’m happy for you. but just know, best mate or not, i’ll castrate him if he makes you sad.”

you laughed, wiping away your tears.

“i should… probably speak with wilbur, yeah?”

you nodded. tommy stood and went back to his room. you followed not long after, and even though you knew it was frowned upon, you stopped to listen at his door.

“tommy, thank god you’re speaking to me. listen, man, i–”

“do you love her, wilbur?”

“what?”

“my sister. do you love her?”

“i– yeah. yeah, i do.”

“good. listen, all i want is for y/n to be happy. meaning if you make her cry, i’ll murder you.”

wilbur chuckled on the other line, making you smile.

“you won’t have to worry about that. i promise you i’ll take care of her.”

“just don’t make my sister cry and don’t be gross in front of me, alright big man?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal, tommyinnit.”

you smiled again before heading off in the direction of your room.

[lokilickedme]

So if you dropped all of your OCs onto a deserted island (and then handwave that they can’t get off of it for some reason), how would they do there? Would they survive? Make a little mini society? Who would be top (Tom) Dog if anyone?

I've been looking forward to having time to answer this ever since it arrived - I apologize for the delay, it's been a stupid busy couple of days :/

*rubs hands together and giggles gleefully*

Okay - so excluding the Lokis because they're technically not my OCs (which makes this easier because I don't have to sort out a reason why their magic isn't working on the island and they can't just *poof* themselves out) - the answer to the first part is:

How would they do there?

They would do...pretty good I think. We're talking about a bunch of highly capable people here, both the males and the females, and seeing as "they can't get off it for some reason" I'm assuming this means they'll be there forever, or at least for a considerable amount of time before the Lokis realize they're missing and come looking.

Would they survive?

You betcha. Look at who we've got on this island:

Chem!Tom (and Anja) King McClary (and Molly) Thomas Dowd (and Carly) Darcy Kendall (and Dougan Flannery and Bard and Candy) The Elementals (The Traveler, The Rockstar, and The Concierge) Jack Montague (minus Loki, whether this is good or bad is up for debate) Chief and the entire Department gang (plus Greta) Taliesin and Lealieh (gods! We have gods!) Pete, Jake, and Tatertot Tommy and Chloe Bragneire and Princess Anja (minus their Loki) Pasha and Kiran Dave MacDale the gang from Chemical Aleks and Cara (LOKI LEVEL MAGIC RIGHT HERE FOLKS!!) Rachel and Lani from The Puma Club (and Christian, who undoubtedly is wondering how in the fuck he got here lol) and TWO STRADA!! (and Holly)

So...counting out all the OCs in The Carmichael Addendum (because I'm assuming we're going by my AO3 stuff here?) I feel like we're doing pretty good. In that list up there are no fewer than NINE characters with powers of some kind. Since none of them can use them to escape the island (going by the rule you imposed) then I'm going to operate on the premise that maybe the island has something around it, and isn't actually nullifying their powers. We cool with this?

Okay, so provided the powers thing stands as-is, we've got:

Aleks Laufeyson, who can apparate, manifest items out of nothing, and make fire (usually on accident, but fire is fire and they gotta cook and keep warm, right?) He'll also be able to *poof* things for them, though he's not very good at it so they're likely to end up with stuff they didn't quite ask for, but he tries, give him a break. He can also take people from one side of the island to the other in a blink, though they're likely to be on fire when they reappear at their destination. Also there's a high risk of reapparating at the bottom of the ocean.

The Three Elementals, who don't actually have powers per se, but are immortal - and since they personify The Arts, The Human Spirit, and Mother Nature, the island inhabitants are going to A) be able to entertain themselves, B) never give up, and C) have direct access to the person in control of the weather and their gardens. Excellent temps and abundant crops as long as she stays happy, so get on that, folks. She likes threesomes.

Taliesin and Lealieh - gods from the Celtic pantheon, one in charge of song, the other a glorified babysitter but hey, it can't hurt to have a guardian angel in the village, especially with Dave MacDale wandering around.

The Strada - okay, Baltho and Keene being there is a big problem, because A) Keene doesn't like humans, and B) Baltho is batshit insane and easily bored. But they can fly, they're super strong, and Baltho can do that cool thing where he reaches into The In-Between to retrieve weapons. Which isn't really a bonus here because that's all he keeps there. A sword stolen off an 18th century Samurai isn't going to do them much good on the island, except maybe for clearing brush or cutting branches for shelters, but he's easy to look at and has some great stories so just stay out of his way and everything should be okay. Maybe.

Jack Montague - she's strong, but...she's half vampire, which means she can see in the dark (handy at night) but also needs blood on a regular basis (terrifying). She can also do the mental visitation thing, which would be super nice because she can place head-calls to everybody's places of employment to let their bosses know they're not coming to work ever.

And then of course there's King McClary, who may or may not have weird deities in his lineage way back, but whether he does or not doesn't really matter because the man's been living wild his entire life, nothing's gonna be different for him here except there's no sheep.

And finally,

Who would be top dog?

Easy. Rachel and Lani. They're middle aged moms, they know how to do literally everything, are skilled at getting people to do what they're told by simply raising their voices, and can organize, delegate chores, give instructions until they're hoarse, make dinner out of pretty much whatever the guys haul onto the beach, and probably scare Baltho and Dave enough to get them to behave with a single look.

Did you think I was gonna elect Chem!Tom? lol - he's too busy making booze out of bananas and coconuts, he doesn't want the job :P