#i need him to break Phil's nose so so bad

[dawnpix]

If butterfly reign doesn't end with Theseus punching Phil and running away to be a pirate with business bay I have wasted over 2 years of my life on a fanfiction for a fandom I no longer care about /j

[lionheartedmusings]

sorry but my mind is whirling, obligatory all q! from this point onward, but man... phil's kidnapping has a lot to dissect regarding the extreme they went to, but what it really did to me (a noted bad connoisseur) is really showcase just how differently bad is treated by the federation. like, to a point where i don't know how no one's noticed yet in the island.

cellbit made an iron farm right after he got there to try and talk to cucurucho, and he got tortured with a chainsaw. he infiltrated them and they keep playing with him, mentally and emotionally. they've been toying with cellbit from the start.

pac and mike have gotten arrested and kidnapped, and pac got drugged for? being nuisances? causing issues against the feds? sure, they've put their nose where it doesn't belong, but it feels extreme.

god knows where aypierre's wine storyline is going so we'll refrain from commenting, but it's sus.

tubbo just got here and cucurucho has made it perfectly clear that he'll learn to behave, or he'll be made to behave by force. man's on a countdown.

phil, who literally sits at home and takes care of his eggs, lavacast one building and he got emotionally tortured and trapped in a birdhouse.

max... max is just fucked up, everyone on that island is praying for his downfall, but cucurucho has quite clearly taken pleasure in toying with him.

forever lost his shit and they literally forcefully drugged him into compliance.

and then there's bad.

bad, who has been vocally against the federation... from the start. a founder of theorybros, who has done many things to get their attention, both positive and negative.

bad, who has broken into just about every federation building imaginable with... not a warning? or very very light ones? requests to not?

bad, who has been a fucking nuisance and yet when foolish asks cucurucho if he can arrest him, the response is not to say "oh sure" but to hit foolish and say no.

bad, who grieved the fuck out of spawn with no admonishment, who directly threatened federation workers AND GOT REPORTED, and who not only kidnapped one but has had them trapped in his base for days. a base that the feds can break into, because they have before.

there hasn't been ONE threat against bad, just playful gunshots in friendly moments. he has gotten no reprimand or repercussion.

we joke about "special guest bad" but it's so fucking obvious that they refuse to touch him, and it's at a point where i need someone to say something.

[blueinkphantom]

thinking thoughts of c!Techno catching a cold mixed with AU where c!Dream post-prison stayed at his place

Dream has by now physically healed for the most part. He has a prostethic for his missing foot, his shakiness has lowered, scars decorate his skin but there's no big open wounds. Things go well and then Techno gets sick. At first the piglin tries to claim that he's alright. A bit of a scratchy throat won't stop him. But then his nose gets stuffy and there's barely a minute where his eyes aren't watery to the point of everything becoming blurry. Coughs wreck through his body and he's more tired than usual.

Dream doesn't know how he managed it, but he somehow convinced Techno to lay down and rest. now he just needs to figure out how to best take care of the person who did so to him as he recovered from prison.

Phil unfortunately is on a trip currently which means its very much up to Dream. A very unsure Dream who really isn't sure how he feels about this.

Instead of focusing on that, he recalls what all Techno and Phil did for him, as well as what Bad used to do whenever either he or Sapnap got sick. He makes soup and brings it to Techno's bed as best as he can (he might have temporarily added a few slabs for that). He brings a cool wet washcloth when he notices that his friend's temperature is rising higher than normal for the piglin. And of course he takes care of his usual chores, including feeding the pets, cleaning and what not (all with breaks in between. he is mostly healed, not completely. and he probably never will. his prostethic isn't the most comfortable one and requires breaks)

just them switching the usual roles i read and write for a bit

[justcallme-ange]

Happy 1 Year Little Comforts!! <3

Give or take a couple days - oops ^^;

One of the longest projects I've done to date!! <3 <3 <3 Thank you all so much for the support, as well as all the comments and tags! I love going through them and reading all the lovely messages. They're a great pick-me-up whenever I'm feeling demotivated. So thank you again <3

So for the anniversary I wanted to do a little thing where I point out some details in the comic I'm very proud of XD (Yes I'm tooting my own horn - shhh)

Three Wishes Dream asks Techno to promise him something 3 times. And only on the third one does Techno agree. I tried to frame it as both Techno being cautious about agreeing to things Dream proposes (a la favor) but also as Techno finally agreeing when everything was laid out and there was nothing Dream had left to hide. (It's like a fairytale trial - 3 challenges with the last having a great reward.) Forget-me-(k)not I don't know how prevalent they are now a days, but growing up I was a really forgetful child, and learned somewhere that by tying a knot on your finger when you need to remember something supposedly helps in you actually remembering. Which idk if true, it didn't really work on me, but the knot itself actually stuck, so in this case I used it for 3 things: A reminder that Dream was stuck in prison and needed help, a reminder that Phil needed to get Techno out of prison (eventually), and a reminder that Techno promised Dream he would free him. Scars So all the scars that I drew Dream with all actually have canonical reasons. So in order - the one across his nose was from Techno during their duel, the ones on his neck and chest were from Tommy taking two canon lives, the one on his lips were from Sam after first being detained, and the last on his chin (and arms) are from Quackity. Continuity The armor that Phil is wearing at the end is a reference to another illustration I did of the Doomsday Trio. It's post prison break so maybe it's a sequel? (This is less a detail and more just a personal thing - but my favorite page has to be page 7 - where Dream's image crumbles. It usually takes me at least 2 tries to get the look I want - this was one and done ^^) More behind the scenes - this comic (final version) started with the hug. I said initially the comic was supposed to be 6 pages at most, but I wanted to make the hug work so bad that I literally rewrote the comic. Only the first two pages are part of the original draft. Everything else was new. My brother literally sat with me for days going over each scene and making edits. OTL There were so many iterations - in the end I think there are at least 7 drafts of this comic. Cut Content Bonus: Unlike my other comic where the vision was there from the beginning, Little Comforts had some growing pains, and a few scenes had to be cut for it to work. So here ya go!

This was cut in favor of the shaking scene, some levity was needed to let the scene breathe, plus quoting my brother "It's more Techno".

Also wanted another hug, but editor and I felt that it took away from the pay off in the end.

Alternate version of 'he's a child' - originally it was supposed to go at the end of the comic, as an epilogue. Timing wise it ended up not working, which ended up with an even better gut punch so I'm not too upset. I may still render this....

[swordfright]

shape language + dsmp cast !

Over the past year or so I’ve been slowly (very slowly lmfao) teaching myself to draw, and part of that process has been learning how shapes dictate meaning and emotion, so just for funsies I decided to do a full analysis of the shapes I usually use when drawing the cast of DSMP. Full analysis under the cut~

From left to right, top to bottom:

c!Dream — Typically, triangles communicate action, dynamism, or danger, all of which are pretty fitting for this guy, so the overall impression of his shape is usually triangular. His design also tends to use a lot of rectangles, which (because they contain elongated vertical lines) communicate a solidity that is less stable than, say, a square.

c!George — My design for him is very circular. Circles are made up of curves, so they tend to communicate softness and safety, as well as inaction or passivity. Since he can sometimes be quite a passive character in comparison to others, I usually go with a circle-based design for him.

c!Sapnap — I see Sapnap as a very complex character with a lot of different sides, at times extremely impulsive and at other times quite stable. Because of this, the shape I like to use for him is the rhombus, a type of parallelogram. Think of it like a square that’s leaning to one side: it still communicates the solidity and dependability of a square, but the diagonal lines that make up the shape mitigate that impression by suggesting motion/tension.

c!Punz — The base shape for Punz is usually either a short rectangle or a square, communicating reliability, while the face shape tapers into a point to suggest dynamism. He’s tricksy but dependable.

c!Techno — This guy’s always made up of circles and squares! Sturdy, reliable, approachable, strong, friendly. An all-around (haha get it) great guy.

c!Philza — I see Phil as one of those characters who, despite being very affable, has got a lot going on under the surface, so I didn’t want to stick to simple shapes for him. The shape I usually go with is an oval, because it carries the safety and amiability that roundness lends, as well as the slight instability implied by the long vertical lines in an oval.

c!Sam — This guy’s mostly squares! Strong, dependable, solid, secure…but also deeply inflexible.

c!Quackity — Nearly every shape in this design is some kind of triangle because that’s how I see Q: unpredictable, sharp, active. Triangles effortlessly convey the volatility associated with his character arc.

c!Wilbur — Okay, this is a tough one. Wilbur is a super manic character. This bad boy can fit so many shapes in him! His design usually features a pointed nose (triangular), a square jaw (strength/conviction), and either a rectangular or oval-shaped head. Wilbur can do (and be) a lot of things at once, so I really wanted his shapes to get that point across.

c!Tommy — Since he and Tubbo are both some of the younger server members, I like to include circles in their designs since roundness conveys youth. Tommy’s face shape usually tapers into a more pointed chin because he’s so active and volatile, he needs some pointy bits to show it!

c!Ranboo — The predominant shape here is a LONG rectangle. When it comes to rectangles, the wider the base, the more stable the shape ends up looking. But if the rectangle is much taller than its width, it conveys instability or even anxiety. I want Ranboo to look like he could topple over at any moment.

c!Tubbo — Just like Tommy, Tubbo’s primary shape is circular to communicate youth. But since Tubbo is a somewhat less active character than Tommy (a statement that’s true of most characters TBH) his circles are wider, sort of more squashed, to represent a state of semi-stability.

I could go on about this for way longer but I’m gonna cap this post here. There are a ton of characters I haven’t covered obviously, so LMK if there’s anyone else in particular whose shapes you’d like to see me break down.

[nekole-doodles]

I was supposed to do this yesterday but I had homework so here is your Owl House DSMP AU dump :] (There are 2 versions btw)

"MAIN" Owl House DSMP AU: The Crow House(still coming up with a better name):

The island/demon realm this takes place in is called Essempii because Dream SMP sounds a bit on the nose considering Dream's role in this.

Tommy - Luz:

Tommy stumbles into the Essempii when Brian(Phil's crow/palisman) snatches the jar Shroud(Tommy's pet tarantula) was being kept in while he was on a walk holding Shroud's travel jar(don't worry, Tommy has a properly sized habitat for Shroud, the jar is only when Tommy wants to take Shroud out of the house. And yes I had to research proper tarantula care.)

Also, Shroud is a completely black curly-haired tarantula because it looked the closest to a Minecraft spider and was also a common species of tarantula to keep.

Tommy got in trouble a lot in school(in the human realm) for various reasons like letting raccoons into the school because he felt bad for them living on the streets, sneaking Shroud into the school and putting him in someone's hair(usually someone he found annoying), causing small fires in the science lab, and getting into fights with pricks, y'know, the usual.

When Tommy discovered the Essempii, it was on a Friday and close to summer break. He stays there for the weekend or a single day and leaves afterward. He makes a promise to come back when he's off for the summer.

Potions was the first type of magic Tommy learned to actually use and also got interested in Beast-keeping

Tommy learned about glyphs from Tubbo when they first met which I'll probably have a separate post for since I have a scene planned for it already. Basically, Tubbo knows about glyphs from experimenting but only knows the basic ones since he has the magic to not need them except for experiments. When they first met, Tubbo was using glyphs for an experiment that involved making basically a grenade. Tubbo taught Tommy the glyphs he knows and later, Tommy was able to figure out how to combine them.

Tommy's palisman will definitely be a raccoon in this AU version :))))) (In the 2nd AU version, he has a phoenix palisman)

Greek mythology isn't known in the Essempii, but Tommy read about Greek Mythology when he got bored back in the human realm.

Phil - Eda:

ANARCHYYYYYY (He's an anarchist)

He wasn't cursed by someone close to him(mostly because idk who it would be that doesn't already have a separate role). He was cursed by Admin Dream(who takes the role of Emperor Belos) for using wild magic and was going to be put into Pandora's Vault along with being cursed, chained up like a wild animal. This is the typical punishment for people who are caught using wild magic. However, Phil was able to escape and keep the curse under control. I have the perfect video to show what Phil looks like when the curse takes over but I don't have the energy to find it.

Also, I'm highly considering if Chat should be Hooty. We're definitely silly enough for it :/

His hardcore heart pendant thing is how he guages his magic

The curse didn't give him his wings. What the curse actually does is amplify hybrid genes.

Phil used to carve palismen for people in the Essempii but as the wood for palismen became more scarce, he couldn't do that anymore.

Tubbo - Gus/Willow

Tubbo mainly uses plant magic like Willow, but has Gus's general energy.

Although he mostly uses plant magic at school, he loves to use fire or explosive magic which- y'know, doesn't work out well considering plants are flammable and- yeah :/ He causes wayyyy too many fires. However, when he combines this magic, it's really useful in combat.

Tubbo likes experimenting with mixing magic and gets in trouble for it a lot but somehow finds a way to get out of trouble. After a very risky incident that nearly ended with serious consequences, he stuck to doing magic-mixing experiments in a secret lab setup in the forest(which is where he first met Tommy)

Has a bee palisman but I'm still figuring out a name

Tubbo has a garden and likes to put any weeds he pulls out into their own separate planters since he thinks they deserve to live as much as the other plants do because they're also just trying to survive(I got this idea from Tommy in Unlikely Events)

Tubbo and Tommy's shared love for animals and chaos caused them to get along well

When Tubbo isn't at school, he basically looks like a young version of QSMP! Tubbo's design

After students are able to join multiple tracks, Tubbo joins the beast-keeping and potion tracks along with staying in his current track

Ranboo - Gus/Willow

I have so much extra lore for Ranboo TvT

Even though they're in the Oracle track, they use other types of magic, mainly illusion and healing. Obviously, they are careful about when they use it and isn't as careless about it as Tubbo since they're trying to stay under the radar

They're secretly an enderian, a hybrid race that was slaughtered after Admin Dream took the throne because their enderpearls(which allowed them to teleport freely) were considered wild magic. Another big reason they were killed was because they have a natural talent for magic which Dream feared because they had the power to take him down if they worked together. Enderians were also one of the first people to discover magic so wild magic is ingrained in their culture.

To hide the fact they're an enderian, they use a concealment stone to hide their hybrid traits. Without the concealment stone, they basically look exactly like C! Ranboo but with different clothes. With the concealment stone, they look human(but with pointy ears of course) with heteochromic eyes(warm brown and muddled green), split black and white hair, and vitiligo.

Some enderians survived and had secret camps around the Essempii. The one Ranboo was born in was discovered and raided by Dream's army. Ranboo survived the attack because their parents hid them and gave him the concealment stone and a necklace that is a family heirloom. The pendant of the necklace looks like an eye of ender but smaller.

The concealment stone is kinda weak because to hide it, Ranboo broke it into smaller pieces so it could fit inside the eye of ender pendant. Ranboo uses their magic to help the illusion be more stable.

Sometimes, their magic isn't able to fully support the illusion so their mouth, hands, and eyes revert back and speckles of his black and white skin appear like freckles. To hide this, he wears a mask, sunglasses, and gloves.

They also know healing magic because they learned it back before the Enderian camp was invaded. They thought it would be useful and it comes in handy since Tubbo and Tommy always get hurt because they are chaotic and have a knack for getting in trouble.

Once they're able to take multiple tracks, they take the illusion and healing track. They want to learn how to control their illusions better to stay more concealed and they want to be able to heal Tommy and Tubbo when they get bigger, more dangerous wounds.

Okay that's it for now, I didn't realize how long this would take. I didn't even get to start talking about my 2nd Owl House DSMP AU(which is the one I like better despite it being newer and less planned). I'll continue with this AU in the next post then finally get to my 2nd AU.

[anonymous-dentist]

Hi! :D If you want, could you please write a little piece of phil and forever? (Perhaps from Breaking Dawn if you'd like?)

Forever meets him during the full moon, and it can only be described as puppy love. But, really, he knows that they're going to be married within the year. Gut feeling, not that he can express it as a wolf.

The angel (because that's what he is, an angel) is... short. And he looks a lot like Forever's ex, but the nose is a little different, and this guy prooobably isn't a vampire. Because he's got these wings sprouting out of his back so tall and wide that they block out the moon.

He's holding a clipboard. He looks down at the clipboard, and then he looks at Forever, and then he looks down at the dead otter at Forever's feet.

"For fuck's sake, not another one," the angel groans.

He drops his arms to his sides and throws his head back and maybe Forever is actually a vampire now because this guy's neck looks fucking tasty. Forever could lick it. But he has standards and, even as a wolf, he understands consent, so he stays put.

The angel suddenly looks back down at Forever, clearly exhausted.

"You're one of Bad's friends, aren't you?" he asks.

Forever can't answer, but his tail does wag because of the attention, so that has to count for something. He is one of Bad's friends! His best friend, actually. His best friend.

The angel blinks a few times. "Are you even a dog? What are you?"

He crouches, then, just in front of Forever, not minding the half-eaten otter. His eyes narrow in thought, a handsome line of concentration forming between his handsome eyebrows. Handsome.

Forever can't help it. He darts his head forward and gives the angel's nose a little lick. Nothing crazy, he does the same for his pack when he sees them. It's a friendship lick, nothing more!!!

The angel sputters and falls backwards onto his butt, wiping at his face with his sleeve.

"Ew, what?" he complains. He glares at Forever. "I did not consent to that."

Oh, he's right... he didn't...

Forever whines and drops his head onto his paws dejectedly, his ears and his tail drooping. He was a bad dog...

The angel groans yet again. He stands and brushes himself off and looks at his clipboard again.

Talking to himself, he mutters, "Bad really needs to stop saving strays... A dog, really?"

Forever can't help but take a little offense to that because he is a wolf, not a dog, but, well, this guy is an angel. And, honestly, Forever would let him call him whatever he likes.

A howl from a couple of meters away, and Felps comes bounding into view with a duck in his mouth. Pac and Mike are behind him, though they're empty-handed; there's some blood in Pac's fur, though, and on the fangs jutting out from his lower jaw, so they've probably already eaten.

The pack stops when they see the angel. A low growl erupts from Pac's throat and he steps in front of Mike, who nudges him forward until they're both standing in front of Felps, whose tail wags like crazy because he loves new people.

The angel looks at them. He looks down at Forever. He looks at his clipboard. He looks back at Forever.

And then he laughs, loud and like a song, and Forever may have to push their wedding up to NOW!!!

"Oh, I see," the angel chuckles. "That's cute."

He adjusts his hat and tells Forever, "I don't know if you can understand me like that, but... pretend I wasn't here, okay? What Bad doesn't know won't kill him."

And then he winks and Forever's tail starts going crazy again.

The angel turns on his heel and leaves, and all Forever can think is that he's 100% going to find this guy once he's human again.

It's true love, at last!

[lonely-lost-soul]

Beauty and the Beast

(C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

This fic is finished but it will come out part by part because it is 41 pages long!

New Chapter Every Monday! That I promise! ~~~ Prologue:

In a land far away there lived a cruel and greedy prince, he lived in a grandiose castle his parents had passed and he was on the way to becoming king. He was beautiful, even as a child, there was no denying it, the prince had thousands of young suitors but he deemed he was too busy to even consider a romance. It was the bane of his parent’s existence and a part of him wondered if they died of heartbreak in the end. The prince almost felt bad that he felt nothing when they passed, but he knew they thought he was a shameful son who would never live up to a great ruler. He was void of emotion and would never love anything if he could help it.

Until one night everything changed.

Rain slammed against the large windows of the castle, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The prince was sitting in his study, trying to memorize one of his study books, he chewed the end of his pen. A knock resounded on the door of his study and he told them to enter gruffly, taking his glasses off his face.

Phil entered the room and smiled weakly at his old friend’s son, they were always close. If Technoblade had anything to say about it, this man raised him more than his father ever had. “There’s someone at the door asking to see you,” Phil gave him a pitying smile, “She won’t leave unless she talks to you. She’s a soaking wet, older woman, smaller than Sally.”

“Tell her to go away. I don’t have time for handouts.”

“Mate come on now.” Phil scolded, “talk to her at least. Please.”

Technoblade heaved an annoyed breath, shoulders sagging, “Fine. If it’ll shut you up I’ll talk to her and tell her to leave to her face.” Phil’s frown only deepened but didn’t say anything else against the prince. Technoblade left the room his glorious cape sweeping behind him elegantly, his shoes clicked against the floor. Wilbur and Sally were talking to the old woman at the door, Techno could barely make out that Sally was offering her a nice cup of tea, claiming Puffy made the best cup around.

“Sally.” Technoblade’s gruff voice cut through the air like a knife, she flinched shyly leaning against her husband’s body. Wilbur shot Technoblade a heated glare, “That’s enough I’ll take it from here.”

“Yes, your highness.” Sally bowed, and Wilbur scoffed, if he wasn’t Phil’s biological son he would’ve cut out his tongue for that.

“Come on Sally. Let’s head to bed, we still need to tuck Fundy in; you know how he gets when he doesn’t get his bedtime story.” Wilbur responded ushering his wife away from the king, he shot Technoblade another glare. He kept his head held eye and sneered back at him before turning to the elderly woman in the doorway.

“I don’t hand out charity lady,” Technoblade grumbled arms crossed tightly over his chest, she raised a stark white eyebrow. With shaky hands she pulled her hood down around her neck, her hair was tied up in a tight bun, wrinkled hands came out to grasp Technos’ his nose scrunched up and ripped his hands away. “Don’t touch me,” He hissed at her, “You’re not worthy to lay a hand on me.”

“Please your highness, I just need a place to stay for the night. I won’t cause you any trouble, I’m quiet and I can help with chores if need be, I’m afraid other than that all I have is a single rose I can offer you.”

“I have enough useless staff around her I don’t need another to add to the list cripple.” Technoblade’s mind drifted to Ranboo, the young kid who seemed to be allergic to water, if it touched his skin he’d break out in hives. But he was someone Phil considered a son so he could do nothing about it, Ranboo was protected.

“Please. I have nowhere else to go-”

“Get lost before I kick you out!” He moved to slam the door shut but it stopped seemingly on its own, he brought his eyes up to meet the old woman’s, they were glowing a sharp yellow. Her once old body was replaced by that of a gorgeous young woman, a witch.

“You fucking cunt. You shouldn’t be so deceived by appearances” Her harsh voice cut through the air like a knife, her hair was a deep brown, and her dress was a stark gold. Technoblade felt like he should grovel before her and beg for his life, it was the only time he ever felt that way. “You’re a selfish, money-hungry pig. You don’t care about anyone but yourself and you’re incapable of doing so!” She spits, finger pointed a direction, purple mist swirled around his body. The witch only smirked, “if you’re going to act like a beast then you might as well be one.”

The Prince’s beastly howl seemed to stretch well above the wall of the castle and into the town down below.

“What was that?” A young blonde boy asked, looking up at his older sister. She put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

“I dunno Tommy, come on away from the window. Didn’t Uncle Bad say he was going to teach you sword fighting?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“Language.”

Ten years went by since the young prince was cursed, and the village seemed to forget all about the castle atop the hill. Well, mostly instead of a beautiful royal family residing inside legends tell of a ghastly beast who lived there instead. “Tommy! How’s your sister doing?”

“Fuck off Dream.” Tommy snarled fiddling with the scrap metal he bought for his ‘elytra,’ a little winged invention. You see your little brother had a knack for inventing, none of them turned out amazing, but he did make you a grabber so you could reach your books on the top shelf. Currently, he was talking with Dream the village 'tough guy', and according to the girls around town he was ruggedly handsome. Any girl would love to marry him, he’s powerful and drop-dead handsome, not to mention he had money to burn. He was a notorious hunter and could kill anything he set his sights on having it be beast or man.

“What? She’s still single, right? You’re not holding out on me are you Tommy?”

“As if I’d let anyone near her, especially not you.” He sneered his nose scrunching in displeasure, “Or you George don’t get any ideas.” George clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes,

“I don’t have any interest in her.” His eyes drifted up to look at Dream who kept his sole attention on Tommy. Tommy caught the look and rolled his eyes,

“Why don’t you just leave her be. She has no interest in the likes of you, I’d have to approve anyway. So sod off.”

Dream frowned eyebrow twitching, “you shithead.” He reached out to grab the back of his shirt but stopped short hearing the library door swing open.

“Tommy?” You raised a brow of your own, basket filled to the brim with books, “Dream.” She frowned distastefully, his name on her tongue left a bitter taste in her mouth. “What’re you all doing?”

“Just asking Tommy for your hand in marriage again my dear.”

“Eugh…I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.” You scoffed placing a hand on your brother’s back, “let’s go Tommy.”

“Finally you were in there forever! B-O-R-I-N-G!”

You hit him upside the head and he yelped, almost dropping his metals pieces all over the place. “Wait before you go!” Dream called out and you flinched as he grabbed his arm, his gloved hand scratching against your skin. You turned to look at him with a harsh glance, “Let me take you out just for tonight.”

“Not on your life. I have plenty of books to keep my company. Come on Tommy show me what you’ve got your sights on today.” You pulled Tommy away from the annoying suitor, and his follower if you never saw him again it’d be a blessing.

“I’ve never met a more ungrateful woman,” George grumbled glancing up at Dream who had a dazed but longing expression on his face. George could gag at that look, he was so hopeless in love with this woman who couldn’t give two shits about him.

“She’s a spitfire.” Dream mused, its voice was almost a low purr, “I’m going to make that woman my wife.”

“Whatever you say, Clay,” George grumbled and he sent him a look,

“It’s Dream.”

“Whatever.”

~~~

“God, is that prick ever going to let up with harassing you?” Tommy ranted slamming open the door to your home. You shook your head with a small sigh,

“Probably never, unfortunately,” You murmured setting up your new books on the shelf Tommy grumbled under his breath.

“I want to get you away from here,” He huffed “I’m gonna invent something great! Make so much money and you and I are gonna get out of here, I promise.” You smiled softly to yourself,

“I’d like that.”

Tommy smiled proudly over at you, eyes shining softly in the light of the room, “You just have to trust me.” “I do trust you, baby brother,” You snorted ruffling his hair fondly, “just don’t get into too much trouble. I won’t always be there to bail you out.”

“I don’t need you to bail me out of trouble.” He huffed shoving your hand away, “I’m basically an adult.”

“You’re seventeen, you dweeb.” You shot back with an eye roll, “I’m still your guardian so for now you still have to listen to me. What do you want for dinner, I’m thinking mashed potatoes and chicken thighs.”

“Fuck yeah that sounds great,” Tommy responded already getting distracted, tinkering with his toys. You looked back over his shoulder and you smiled softly at your baby brother, sure he was brash and loud. He cursed like a sailor more often than not but he was a sweet kid if you got to know him, really tried to put others before himself in his backward way.

The Tommy Way was what you branded it.

You made your way over to the kitchen, the clicking of your shoes filled the house as you pulled out pots and pans to make your meal. You stuck a match lighting the stove, the orange, red and yellow bloomed like a flower over the burner. A smile formed on your lips as you began to hum a song your mother used to sing to you before she passed. You stuck your hands under the sink to wash them, always wash up before you cook, and you felt your mind wandering to your mother. She passed away giving birth to Tommy, you didn’t have time to grieve or resent Tommy for taking your mother away from you. You were alone with an infant in your arms with a dead mother, hell you raised the boy ever since he was born. Neither of your fathers were in the picture and that was fine, you raised him fine. Your Uncle Bad helped when he was around, but he soon moved away with his husband and left you both alone.

“I did well.” You whispered almost like you had to reassure yourself, glancing at Tommy over your shoulder. You yelped seeing Tommy nose to nose with you,

“Stop daydreaming woman! The water’s boiling over! Can you do anything without me!” He mused as you turned to look at the stove, he was right, the water was bubbling out of control. You huffed drying your hands on your dress and rushing over to take the pot off the burner, “You alright?” He asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

“I’m fine Thesus,” a teasing grin was on your face as you reassured him, “glad to know you still care about me.”

“Oh fuck off bitch and don’t call me that.”

You tossed your head back and laughed with your chest, “as punishment you’re cutting and peeling the potatoes.” He groaned, tossing open the silverware drawer and grabbing a knife to peel it.

Little did the siblings know that this would be the last dinner they’d have together for a very, very long time.

Tommy was still awake as the grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve, he cursed as he cut his palm on a piece of rusty metal. His eyebrows furrowed together as he hissed, he was out metal. He’d have to pick up more, and on top of that, some emeralds to he was determined to get this invention to work too. If he could sell it and get you and him out of here, so far away the last thing on your mind would be that asshole Dream and his lackeys. Tommy grumbled looking out the window, it had just started to snow, little pure flurries of white-coated the ground. He was so close to finishing it, so close, he just had to get those supplies he couldn’t wait another day. Tommy slipped on his boots and grabbed his backpack from the dining room table, he glanced back at your room. No, he would be fine, he’d make it back way before you awoke.

He put on a giant coat and stepped into the freshly fallen snow, he’s snuck into the castle’s garden millions of times to get the scrap metal. The entire place is abandoned so he had nothing to worry about, tonight he’d just need to sneak in, steal some emeralds and get out. For Tommy it’s an easy endeavor, he’s stolen plenty of things before this, it wouldn’t be his first rodeo.

Plus, it’s not stealing if the place is abandoned anyway!

The snow only continued to pick up as Tommy walked through the dark forest. It was falling fast and everything around the snow was completely black, his heartbeat spiked he hoped he could make it home. He paused to look at his footprints, they were completely covered up, he didn’t know which way was home.

Forward it was.

Tommy could hear the howls of wolves in the distance and swallowed thickly, he wasn’t nervous. He assured himself rubbing his hands together, he could take some wolves. He shivered, his breath coming out in a small foggy puff, Tommy was finally at the gates of the castle. The giant iron fences looked like they expanded into the heavens, he pushed the large gates open and they creaked eerily. He’d get the metal last considering they were heavy and lugging those back home in the snow was unappealing. He clicked his tongue and made it up the stairs towards the doors of the castle. Tommy wasn’t known for his politeness and hospitality, so once he gathered the door was unlocked he made himself at home. There were no lights on, it was just like he assumed, abandoned. Tommy stepped further into the castle and walked around the ground floor trying to find anything that looked like a treasury. He found nothing there and began to climb the stairs, he swore he heard hushed, panicked whispers behind him. Tommy ignored them, he was way too cool to be sitting down and listening to any potential ghosts in the area. By the grace of God he stumbled upon what seemed to be the master bedroom, he opened it without a moment’s hesitation. Inside everything was seemingly tattered beyond repair, he tilted his head to the side amusement on his features.

Someone seemed to have gotten to this room first, he hummed eyes trailing over to the growing red rose in the center of the room.

The rose was trapped inside a glass dome and petals littered the bottom of the container. Tommy wondered if you’d like the rose, you weren’t the stereotypical ‘flower girl’ but you did like to collect them from time to time. But before he could even lay a finger on the glass a large clawed paw grabbed onto his wrist, his entire body went pale.

Tommy was never a boy who would choke on his words, he always had something to say even if it was snarky. But looking up in the direction of what could only be described as a seven-foot beast, teeth curling up from his bottom lip and wrapping up his furry, snout. The beast was some sort of pigman, clothes in tattered royal garb, hair wrapped in a long braid down his back. A golden crown sat on top of his head and it glittered in the slivers of moonlight that entered through the large balcony window. Tommy’s bottom lip trembled and he used his most valuable weapon,

His words.

“What the fuck are you, you freakish mother fucker!”

The beast snarled deep in his throat, and his grip on Tommy’s wrist only tightened. He held back a yelp as he breathed steam right in his face, it burned his cheeks turning them a deep red. “I’m the King of this castle and you’ll address me as such you whelp.” Teachnoblade hissed, “You’re trespassing on private property little boy.”

“Little boy!” He practically shrieked, “I’m seventeen dickhead!”

Technoblade scoffed dragging him out of the room by his arm, “I have enough stuck-up teenagers in my life. I don’t need another one, killing you seems to be the only reasonable option. I don’t need anyone else running up here.”

“Technoblade wait.” Tommy saw what seemed to be a human clock peer around the corner, it had a face and looked to be rather uncomfortable. “This is a child mate...he probably has a family who’ll come looking for him. If you kill him you’re only going to cause trouble for yourself.” The clock explained ticking nervously, he placed his (hands?) on his hips, “At least throw him in the dungeon for now.”

The Beast, Technoblade, tsked a growl rumbling deep in his throat, “And if someone comes to find him?”

“We put them in the dungeon too then reassess.”

Technoblade nodded dragging a bewildered Tommy down the hall, “Hey! Hey! Explain this freaky shit to me you freaky fucks! HEY!” Technoblade slammed opened a large cell and tossed the pale boy inside. He let out a pained groan as he landed flat on his back, the dirt and rocks dug into his palms. “You bastard I’ll kill you!” He charged the door as Technoblade slammed it shut in his face. Tommy gripped the bars and shook the cage, “You ugly shithead! Let me out!” Technoblade could only scoff and with a regal swing of his cape he was off, Tommy made sure to curse him out as he left him behind to rot.

The only thing in the cell was a small toilet and a small window, and Tommy only grew more cold and exhausted as the light of morning streamed through the small window. He couldn’t help but mentally apologize to his sister, she must be on the verge of a freakout right now.

[amazingmsme]

Wanna Say That To My Face?

AN: My first Glitch Techs fic! This was so much fun to write, I love these funky lil dudes so much! If you haven't watched the show yet I couldn't recommend it enough! I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do!

Mitch was being his classic charming self, and Five was so over it. Earlier that morning, Miko was gushing about some new game she was totally in love with, only for Mitch to waltz right by and spoil the ending. She was practically foaming at the mouth, and it took all the strength Five could muster to hold her back.

While hanging in the break room, Zahra was complimenting Five on another job well done. They were in the middle of discussing the glitches they caught when Mitch walked in, grabbing a snack from the fridge, pausing to listen to the conversation.

"Zahra, you got something right here," he interrupted, pointing near the corner of his mouth. Then he leaned in and squinted, "Oh it's a pimple, my bad. Never mind." He shrugged it off, leaving Zahra's mouth gaping open in shock. Five was just as shook.

"I-I um, I'll talk to you later Five, Phil had asked to see me after my break. Don't wanna keep him waiting." She glared at Mitch, stomping his foot before storming off. He cried out in pain, hopping on one foot as he watched her leave, cursing under his breath. As soon as the door closed, Five snapped.

"What the hell? Why did you say that to her?"

Mitch just shrugged. "I really thought she had something on her face. It was my mistake, honest," he apologized, but the hint of a smirk proved he wasn't sincere.

"Well it was rude and uncalled for. Some people are really self conscious about their skin, and it's because of comments like that," he hissed, having been in Zahra's shoes more than once.

"Sorry, I just can't relate. What with my skin being so flawless and all," he bragged. Five scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever dude." He walked over to the door, pausing before he left. "You should apologize." With that, he closed the door, glad to get away from Mitch. He sighed in relief, opening his eyes.

He jumped with a startled yelp when he saw a fuming Miko barreling towards him. "Mitch did WHAT?" she yelled, trying to shove her way past Five to the door of the break room.

Phil rounded the corner, smiling when he saw them. They both stopped squabbling and straightened up.

"Hey, just the two techs I wanted to see. Got a mission for ya, but you'll need back up. Where's Mitch?"

"Right here," he said, walking up from behind, startling the two.

"Perfect head over there and take care of it." When none of them made to move, he let out a tired sigh."Now please." They kicked it into gear and went to their respective vans in the parking lot.

Miko spent the entire ride complaining about the way Mitch had been acting.

"Seriously, just who does this guy think he is? You NEVER spoil a game for someone!" she exclaimed, pounding her fist on the center console. "And then what he said to Zahra? He's lucky I don't shoot him with my gauntlet on the mission! Actually, I think I will," she huffed, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air.

"Miko," Five half warned, half pleaded with her.

"What? Just a little accident. Friendly fire an' all."

"You really wanna stoop to his level like that?" he asked.

"Noooo," she whined, slumping in her seat.

"Look, just take your anger out on the glitch. Then we can finish the mission and try to avoid Mitch the rest of the day. How's that sound?" he asked, reaching for a compromise.

"Deal squeal, banana peel!" she chirped, giving his shoulder a playful punch. He chuckled, shaking his head as he put the van in park.

Needless to say, the mission didn't go as planned. The glitch was harder to beat than expected, and ended up flattening Five and Miko's van in the process. Mitch kept throwing himself in the line of fire, collecting as much XP as he could, as per usual. And he couldn't help but make snide, teasing comments at the other's expense during the fight. Miko poured all her rage into her attacks, but the nonstop brag fest and insult brigade just made Five tired.

Mitch delivered the final blast, sucking the writhing glitch into his gauntlet.

"Another job well done! For me. You two need to pick up the pace if you wanna keep up with me," he teased, laughing as he walked over to his van, hopping in the driver's seat. He was going to spout off another sly comment, but stopped short when he saw Miko crouching over the heap of scraps that used to be their van. She huffed, dejectedly kicking at it with her foot.

"This is just great, how're we gonna get back to HQ?" she asked, draping herself against Five dramatically.

"Quit your whining, you can catch a ride with me," Mitch offered. She crossed her arms, glaring him up and down.

"I think I'd rather walk," she said pointedly.

"C'mon Miko, let's just go," Five coaxed, already walking to the car. She reluctantly followed, throwing herself in the backseat with enough force to rock the van slightly.

"What's eating you," Mitch snarked from the front seat.

"Oho that's rich! I could ask you the same thing!" she shot back. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've been a real jerk today! And Five agrees with me."

"Aaah, don't pull me into this please," Five said, eyes wide as he looked back and forth between the two. "But... she does have a point."

"Oh blah blah blah, spare me your lecture," he sassed, moving his hand so it mimicked a talking mouth.

"You know what? No. You've been really rude today, and I'm getting sick of it!" Five snapped. Mitch looked impressed.

"Alright, fine, I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear?" he conceded, not wanting to deal with this.

"Actually, yes. Was that seriously so hard?"

"Yes," he answered immediately, earning a stifled giggle from the backseat. He whipped around to glare at her, effectively shutting her up.

"Oh lighten up dude. It wouldn't kill you to smile," Five teased, reaching out to squeeze Mitch's side. His icy stare melted away as a startled giggly gasp slipped past his lips. His hand immediately snatched Five's wrist, his steely gaze now fixated on him. He wasn't phased in the slightest. In fact, he was beaming from ear to ear.

Mitch sneered, "Wipe that stupid grin off your face!"

Five smirked, twisting out of his grip to poke him in the ribs, earning a strangled squeak.

"Stop that!" he growled, slapping his hand away.

Five giggled at his outburst. "No way, you're ticklish?" he asked, more genuine than teasing, and that was entirely worse in Mitch's humble opinion.

"Hardly. But if you ever try that again, I will see to it that your life is a living hell! Got that," he threatened. Miko, who was now right behind him and poised to strike, deflated and flopped back in her seat. He turned around, giving her the universal "I have my eye on you" signal.

"Dramatic much?"

"I said got it?"

"Yeah yeah, I read you loud an' clear."

"And you?"

Five rolled his eyes into the back of his head when he heard himself be addressed. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say..." he absentmindedly agreed, buckling his seatbelt. Satisfied, Mitch started to drive out of the alley they were parked in. Five turned towards the window and muttered under his breath,"Bitch Williams."

The car slammed to a halt, jerking them forward in their seats.

"What the-"

"What did you just call me?"

"N-nothing, I swear!"

"You sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure I just heard you call me Bitch Williams!" Miko silently watched from the backseat, not daring to make a sound. She didn't want to miss whatever was about to go down.

"Mitch! I said Mitch!" Five insisted. Mitch shook his head.

"I know what I heard."

"Well if you're mad about it, maybe you should stop acting like one. Then we wouldn't have to call you that," he deadpanned.

"Did you say we?"

Uh oh.

"Did- did I? I-I didn't really mean it like that, it was more in the metaphorical sense-"

"Who else has been calling me that?" he hissed, invading Five's personal space. He shrunk in the seat.

"Just me okay! Sheesh," he admitted and Mitch finally backed off. "Look I'm sorry, but you've been a real jerk today. I don't know what it is, but you're more... Mitchy than usual," he explained.

"Excuse me, did you just use my name as an insult?" Mitch asked, jaw dropped to the floor. Five shrugged.

"If you wanna take it that way. Let's just get back to HQ, alright?" he asked, but the shadow that loomed over him hinted that wouldn't be the case.

"Oho no. If you think I'm just gonna let that slide, you're sorely mistaken," he purred. Five gulped nervously.

"W-what're you gonna do?" he asked. Mitch cracked his knuckles, then his neck.

"Something I should've done a long time ago." Five didn't know what that meant, but it couldn't be good. So he braced himself for the worst. The last thing he expected Mitch to do was grab his wrist and hoist his arm above his head before attacking his now exposed armpit.

"Ahahaha Mihitch! What're you dohohoing?" he asked, giggles bubbling up his throat and spilling out.

"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine," he quipped, reaching behind him to get his other side as well.

"But Ihihi baharely touched yohohou!" he argued. His protest dissolved into shrill laughter as he curled up in a defensive ball. Mitch merely shrugged and continued the ticklish onslaught.

"Yeah, but you gave me the idea. Besides, I can't just let this slide. You should know better than to insult Mitch Williams!" he said, having to raise his voice to be heard over Five's shrill laughter. Because he already buckled his seatbelt, he was trapped in his seat, completely at the mercy of his cruel coworker.

"But you deseheherved ihihit!" Five argued through his growing hysterics. Mitch paused his attack to gasp dramatically before diving back in with renewed vigor.

"Excuse you, I don't deserve anything!" he shot back, not exactly thinking about how it would sound.

"You got that right!" Miko sassed from the back seat, hands on her hips but sporting an amused grin.

"Mihihiko hehehelp mehe!" Five pleaded. She was just about to spring into action when Mitch stuck his arm out towards her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

"Ah ah, you so much as think about helping him and you're next," he playfully threatened wiggling his fingers at him. A small squeak slipped out as she settled back in her seat.

"Sorry Five, you heard him. But um, you're doing great?" she apologized, trying to sound encouraging but clearly not knowing what to say. Mitch gave a satisfied hum and went back to work. Five's arms flailed around in a lame attempt to swat his hands away. Mitch easily evaded his swinging arms, managing to find his most ticklish spots.

Five shrieked and sunk lower in his seat, giggles continuing to flow freely from his mouth. Mitch cackled along with him, though the sound was more villainous and threatening than mirthful. But it was playful and goofy, and so unlike the gamer, that Five couldn't entirely hate him for it.

"Mihihitch plehehease!" he begged, hiccups mingling with his infectious laughter. Miko couldn't help but coo at the scene, secretly getting a video on her phone. The opportunity was just too good to pass up.

"Please what?" he asked, feigning cluelessness. His skilled fingers worked up and down his torso, effectively turning Five into a useless, giggling heap.

"Hahahave mehehercyyyy!" he shrieked, shirt riding up from all of his squirming. Mitch took advantage of the newly exposed skin, clawing at his belly.

"Ohoho, when have Iever been known to show mercy?" he teased, raking his fingers over his ribs.

"N-nehehever!" Five admitted, realizing the pickle he'd gotten himself in. Mitch chuckled evilly, pinching at his side.

"That's right! So why would I show you mercy when I'm having soooo much fun?" he taunted. Such words coming from the older glitch tech's mouth would've sent him reeling if he wasn't so busy laughing. The Mitch Williams admitting to having fun with his coworkers? Unheard of.

He latched onto Five's wrist, hoisting his arm in the air. His eyes flew wide open as he desperately tugged on his trapped arm. Nervous giggles bubbled up his throat and he leaned as far away as he could with the seatbelt keeping him in place.

Mitch wiggled his fingers in the air menacingly, inching closer until he struck. A shrill scream filled the air before it gave way to bright laughter. Five lurched forward in his seat suddenly, causing the seatbelt to seize. When he leaned back, the seatbelt made that dreadful clicking sound that meant you could no longer move, and Five knew he was utterly screwed. With his free hand, he reached over to unbuckle himself. He immediately pressed against the door of the van to get as far away from Mitch as he could.

Mitch was just about to crawl across the seat to continue his attack when an arm suddenly blocked his path, effectively clotheslining him. A choked sound escaped his throat as he shot a harsh glare towards the culprit.

"I think you've had enough "fun" for now. Poor Five can barely breathe!" she reasoned, gesturing at her friend wildly.

He weakly waved her off as he panted for breath. "I'm fine. Thanks Miko."

"See? He's fine!" Mitch exclaimed, reaching over to pinch his blushing cheek. Five swatted him away, making him chuckle as he settled back into the driver's seat. After making sure they both were buckled, he zoomed off, making it back to headquarters in record time.

Five couldn't get out of the van fast enough, Miko following shortly. They were walking through the parking lot when Mitch barged between them, hooking his arms around their shoulders.

"Oho man, working with you two just got a lot more fun," he taunted in a low, menacing voice. He pinched both of their sides, eliciting a shriek and a squeal from Five and Miko respectively. He laughed to himself as he walked away with a bounce in his step.

"Man I hate that guy," Five said, crossing his arms. Mitch turned around to face them, walking backwards as he spoke.

"I heard that! And no you don't. 'Cause I'm Mitch Williams!" he cheered, turning back around and pumping a fist in the air.

Miko rolled her eyes dramatically. "I hate when he's right." Five let out a long suffering sigh.

"Yeah, me too."

[cooliofango]

A Lingering Nightmare

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

Philip Guy x GN! Reader

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This is also based on those last few headcanons I made in my previous post! If you wanna see them then click:

HERE!

Onto the oneshot~ muahaha

@miiwscc 😔💕

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Hands trembled at the sight of the bodies. All five of them laid lifeless against the legs of the animatronics they were in and blood covering the inside over the opened stomach hatches and the ground beneath them. The smell of iron made his stomach churn in the most uncomfortable way possible- it made him feel sick to his stomach.

Hands rested on his shoulders from behind, causing the short employee to tense. “Yew’ll make sure to do away with them, won’t yew, Phil?” The sound of a heavy British accent made his hair stand on end. There was no need to question who it was- it was more than obvious. Lips parted to answer, but no sound came out.

He blinked and he was suddenly hovering above a deeply dug whole with a corpse in his arms. The girl dangled limply in his arms, blood covering her sweater and his uniform’s shirt. The blood came from the multiple stab wounds over her body. The girl’s ginger braids was matted from the blood as well, showing how messy the incident actually was. Then everything went black…

And Philip jolted up with a slight yell of fright and panic. His heart hammered against his ribcage at a rushed pace, which caused his breath to come out shaky and uneven. Tears quickly pricked to his eyes and it left behind a stinging sensation. Each blink he did to clear them only made them fall down his tanned cheeks. From there, they continued to fall until he was sobbing quietly. He didn’t want to wake you after all.

Of course, with you being a light sleeper, that didn’t work out in his favor. You had been stirring ever since he sat up. Heavy eyes drifted over to the male at your side. This wasn’t the first time he had a nightmare when you stayed the night at your loving boyfriends abode. It was about the same thing every time he woke with a start. His involvement with the missing children’s incident. It took a lot to get that truth from him but he trusted you and you trusted him. So you comforted him each time he had these nightmares- despite his efforts to not wake you up- and tonight was no exception.

You sat up with a quiet grunt of effort. With your body being so tired and so heavy, it took some effort to sit up. A hand raised to rub the sleep from your eyes. “I-Im sorry I didn’t-“ A shaken and fear filled voice filled your ears. “I didn’t m-mean to wake you up…” He sniffled to clear his nose from the snot building up from crying.

Your hand fell to prevent it from blocking your view and look over at tear filled eyes. The sight was always heart breaking to you. You don’t know the specifics of what happened those years ago, but if it had made him this afraid and ridden with guilt of his own actions, then it must’ve been really bad.

With arms up an open, Phil didn’t need to speak any further as he moved into your hold. It had became nearly routine whenever he had nightmares. He felt guilty for waking you up each time for this, and yet you always hold him the same way each time. You pull him close and wrap your arms securely around him. He buries his face in your shoulder and holds onto you so tightly. Tears stain your sleep shirt, but you ignore it as you rub comforting circles into his back.

This continued as the long minutes passed by. You continued to comfort the man in your arms until his cries quieted to shaky breaths and sniffles. He didn’t let go yet- but you didn’t mind that. With a secure hold, you carefully backed up to lean against the headboard with your hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. Relief hits you as you feel him finally relax against you.

“Are you alright now…?” Your voice spoke softly to Phil who nodded against your shoulder. Gentle hands pressed against your stomach for support as he sat up. One removed itself from the support to rub his eyes to clear the blurry tears. “Y-yeah… I’m- sorry, again.” His voice was quiet as you sat up.

You leaned your forehead against his, giving a loving smile. “Don’t apologize.. at least you’re okay now..” He returned the smile with one of his own. It easily showed his silent gratitude.

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Aaand done! This has been sitting here for a while now but that’s my fault~ Trying to finish the smaller writings before working on the larger one I had in mind.

[soft-boi-eli]

OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 1]

(Zzzzzzz.....)

(This is unfortunately gonna have to be in several parts, mainly so I can get something out to you guys while still being able to work on the rest ^^)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and sort of... smell hcs? Idk, I got into a mood and couldn’t stop writing about smells so here it goes lol.

Characters: Dream, Techno, Wilbur.

Warnings: There’s mentions of nightmares in Dream’s and a emotional breakdown in Wilbur’s, but that’s it.

Song Recommendation: Dream A Little Dream Of Me- The Mamas & Papas.

Up Next- Quackity, George, and Bad. [pt. 2]

Hope you have nice day today <3 Enjoy!

Dream:

Depending on where you’ve fallen asleep, Dream will kind of work with your position before he lets himself relax.

He prefers it when the two of you are in your bed, with him near the closest door and on his back and with you sleeping against his side, arm stretched over his middle. It’s a good way for him to be between any intruders that may come and to still have you close. But no matter where you are, he has to make sure that he can protect you before he lets his guard down.

Another position he likes is when you’re tucked against his chest under his chin, sitting on his lap or curled up together in bed. Being tall with a broad chest means he makes a pretty good pillow, so use those puppies when you can 👀👀

Smells like a forest, most times. Almost like wild honey, but it’s a very delicate smell. You don’t notice it until your first hug, when you were upset and crying and he pulled you to into his arms so you could hide your face. Now you smell it everywhere he is, in your house, on your bed, even your clothes smell like him. Neither of you say anything, but he slowly begins leaving his soap at your house. Just in case, y’know, if you ever run out.

Other times, when he seems a little more... off, he smells like the beginning to a storm, like ozone and petrichor. Those days he doesn’t speak that much, and keeps you at arms length. He sits quietly and watches your doors and windows with obvious intent, and is gone before morning. You don’t think he even moved from his spot throughout the night, much less slept there. You don’t see him for a few days afterwards.

Usually he remains as still as a log, but sometimes he has fidgeting fits where he twitches and grumbles to himself. Sometimes you’ll even catch him speaking full-on sentences, though they don’t make much sense. Mostly normal out of place stuff, but once you heard him talking about someone called DreamXD, and figured you’d ask him about his oc the next morning.

He has nightmares often too. It’s hard to tell when he’s asleep but he’ll wake up sweating and trembling and lean over you to check you’re still breathing. He won’t ever tell you what they’re about, but it isn’t hard to guess when he buries his nose into your hair and holds you tightly like you might leave him.

If the two of you aren’t sleeping in your house or completely alone, he won’t sleep until you are. Sleep loss doesn’t quite affect him like it does others until after a pretty long time of not doing it, to which he’ll become surlier and more angry until he eventually just clocks out. He wakes up extremely well rested 2 days later and the process repeats. Sleeping at your house is the closest he gets to proper sleeping, and it’s the only time he can ever feel truly relaxed when doing so.

When he can’t fall asleep, he goes straight to watching you. He gently plays with your hair and fiddles with your fingers, relishing in how unmarred and soft they are in comparison to his much rougher, bigger ones. It’s a sure fire way to get him to mellow out and relax, and he finds that sleep ends up coming much quicker.

(Dream wakes up in warmth one night, with rain knocking on window panes instead of what ever shelter he could scrape together and a fire crackling far off. He deduces immediately that he’s in someones house, and it doesn’t take long before he notices the owner, asleep in his lap. 

Your legs are slung over the arm of the padded chair he’s sitting in, a book (one of his own, he acknowledges, an older version of a well known storybook that he has memorized already) loosely held onto in your hands, and your head rests on his shoulder. 

He expects to feel worried soon, the fear of you getting close to him reappearing to ruin another close moment. But it never comes. All he can feel is the safety and comfort you always emanate, driving away his tension and soothing his mind. He closes his eyes, and falls back asleep.)

Techno:

Techno is very very touch starved ^^; While he may not be the only one on this list that is, Techno is definitely the most…. shy about it. He won’t ever directly ask to sleep next to you, and will actively try to avoid that. He’s afraid of making you uncomfortable but also of being close to you in general? It’s an odd mix of emotions, like eating mints and a hot pepper at the same time and then feeling hell fire burn inside of your body. Anytime the two of you have to sleep in the same room as each other, he will immediately offer you the better spot and go find a chair to sleep in, and he won’t accept a no.

The most you can do is make the choice to go sleep next to him. It’ll weird him out a little before becoming overwhelmingly endearing when he processes the fact that you would rather sleep next to him than somewhere more pleasant. When you’re asleep however, he’ll pick you up and move you to the place where he wanted you to be. He’ll drape his massive cape over your body and (after assuring himself six different times that you are in fact asleep) softly press a kiss to the crown of your head. If he runs his thumb over your cheek once, then thats his business.

Later on in your relationship though, after he relaxes and settles a bit, it’s pretty unusual if you don’t fall asleep next to him. He still won’t outright ask for it, but he kinda just hopes that when he starts his nightly routine before bed that you’ll just join him without needing to be asked. Having you there helps him sleep better, you act as both a silencer for the voices and someone to hold close when he’s at his most vulnerable.

When sleeping in bed together, he prefers to pull you close and curl around you in a half pulled fetus position. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, and actively clings on to you when asleep. It's an impressive feat if you can break free from his strong arms while they’re wrapped around your middle, and you leaving inevitably wakes him up. He’ll go searching for you then, barely awake, just to pull you back to bed to be his teddy bear again.

And speaking of the voices, while generally they’re loud and insistent, occupying his mind more than he does at times, their reaction to you baffles him so much. In place of the usual screaming is gentle mumbling, quiet whispers about how nice you look today or how pink and soft your cheeks look. It’s a welcome relief, and no matter how he hard he ignores the fact that he’s wrapped around your finger, he’s glad to know they care for you as much as he does.

He also smells pretty nice, it’s this natural musk he has mixed with a muted minty scent. The mint smell comes from this fancy soap Phil had gotten him a while back that he hadn’t given much thought about until you said something. Techno’s already a clean kind of guy, but after hearing your praises of his smell he almost begs Phil to get him more.

Snores, but in a quiet reserved way. Sometimes he makes soft cute noises, like little happy sounds when you snuggle into him more, or bashful grumbles when you kiss him before bed.

(Sunlight flickers through the blinds of Techno’s room, streaking across your face and waking you from sleep. Sighing quietly, you lift your head a little and stretch as best you can while being held in place at his side, before snuggling back into your spot, fully content to stay there for the rest of the morning. 

As you enjoy the moment, you savor the gentle snores that rumble in his chest, his strong heart thumping beneath your ear, and the way his hand kneads your hip as he wakes. 

‘It’s a good morning to sleep in.’ Your mind says quietly, and with how he rolls over to face you and kiss your forehead, it seems Techno thinks so too.)

Wilbur:

The way Wilbur sleeps really depends on what Wilbur it is.

To start off though, a few general things. He’s a neat sleeper, doesn’t snore, doesn’t move a whole lot, and smells pretty nice too. His smell also came from a fancy soap he got from Phil, but it smelled like sugar and lemons and it was a lot heavier than Techno’s. He would always take showers before bed because he knew you liked how it smelled, and often he would offered to share it with you (so that you would smell like him). Once he was exiled, he didn’t have the liberty of bathing as frequently as he used to, and he stopped using the fancy soap because he thought it felt tainted. He’d end up smelling like stale air and gunpowder, though he’d never tell you what the smell was from.

With sleep, if it’s pre-Pogtopia Wilbur, you get a fairly standard sleeping arrangement of him crawling up into between your legs to flop down on your stomach with a sigh, waiting impatiently for you to get comfortable and curl around him like you usually do. Your hand comes to cradle his head closer to your chest and he nuzzles into your collarbone before falling asleep near immediately. The two of you wake up tangled completely together and immensely comfortable. Wilbur used to sleep in on days like that, quietly savoring the peace that came with you and your generous hands that would slowly brush through his sleep-messed hair. Even after the election, when he starts descending into madness, the memories serve as a final comfort to him.

Post-Pogtopia Wilbur (Vilbur, if you will) is a stark contrast to his old self. He’s more bitter, more reserved, and even more paranoid. He doesn’t sleep with you anymore, at least never consistently, and the only times he does is when he’s so emotionally fraught that he passes out from the stress and lack of sleep midway through you trying to calm him down. You usually end up just kind of holding him close, praying that when he wakes up you can settle him before he works himself up again. You fall asleep like that, tired and restless.

(He rouses from sleep a few hours later, curled up in your arms and still exhausted from the breakdown. Your chest rises and falls slowly behind him, face smushed into his hair and completely relaxed. 

For a moment, all is calm again. He can pretend that it’s just how it used to be before the election had happened, that the two of you are back at home, happy and stable. 

His hands tremble when they reach for yours, and he grants himself the freedom to cry while you’re still sleeping, ignoring the fact that the next day will be just like the last, and that nothing has changed.)

See you next time :D

[mostly-marvel-musings]

How about a smut prompt no. 7 with Tony Stark ? ❤❤❤❤

Love to lose

A/N: Thanks for requesting this lovely! Hope you like it :))

Gif’s not mine! Credits to the owner

Prompts used: Oral sex & “First one to make a noise loses.”

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, it’s dirty okay...

Word count: 2k

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“First one to make a noise loses? Seriously?”

“Yeah!”

“No!”

“I honestly thought you’d be more adventurous Tony.”

“Honey you’ll get all the adventure you want once I’m done with this project. You remember the night of four times, don’t you?”

Tony raised an eyebrow and smirked as your eyes lit up with thoughts of the night he mentioned, cheeks growing warm as your mind flooded with memories of the aforementioned night.

That night you’d lost all sense of cognition and your legs were pure jelly from being utterly fucked out.

It was never a dull moment when it came to you and Stark in the bedroom. He knew all the right ways to drive you crazy and you had come to learn to push all the right buttons to drive him insane.

“Tony come on! I know you’re up for it.”

You pointed to the half-mast erection currently staring back at you.

He glanced down at it before shaking his head and returning to the screen, soon getting engrossed in the information displayed in front of him. Eyebrows knitting together in concentration while his fingers flew over the surface, probably in search of something you didn’t care about.

You scowled for a little while, arms crossed over your chest before walking towards him with a look of determination that hid unattended lust.

Tony didn’t mind you stepping in between his legs as he leaned against the table behind, until you ghosted your fingers over the button of his denims.

Once you popped it open and undid his fly, he shot you a warning look before his phone rang, giving you time to push the jeans and his boxers down just enough to let his erection bounce free.

“You’re free to do whatever you want only if you’re prepared for the consequences sweetheart.” He warned before answering Phil Coulson’s call.

Desire bloomed deep in your belly as his words sent tingles down your spine, knowing the punishment would either be really good or really bad, depending on Tony’s mood. But you were willing to take the risk, it was always worth it in the end.

Shrugging, you dropped down to your knees, his semi-erect cock waiting for your ministrations as you eyed it before gazing up at Tony through your eyelashes innocently.

He was deep in conversation on the phone but the tight grip of his free hand on the edge of the counter and tapping of fingers against the surface indicated he was waiting for you to make your move.

Tony exhaled a breath he was unconsciously holding as your hand wrapped around his length. Taking your time with it, your hand lazily stroked his cock, thumb brushing over the tip every now and then.

“Please I understand Agent, don’t bore me with those unnecessary details..oh!”

Glancing down, he suppressed the rest of his reaction as your tongue joined the party. Small kitten licks over the tip before you drew a strip all the way to the base, all the while watching his demeanour change from composed to flustered.

You took him in your mouth and began swirling your tongue around his length, smirking when he faltered and brought his hand down to move your hair out of your face.

“I’m going over the details n-now. Oh yes—yes I’ll call Fury once I’m—I’m almost done here.”

Tony didn’t wait for Coulson to answer before he cut the call and practically threw the phone away. Letting out a groan, he jerked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper in your mouth as he grabbed you by your hair roughly, guiding your mouth over his cock.

“You’re in so much trouble baby...”

You simply hummed in response, continuing to finish him off as you increased your speed, feeling him twitch against your lips already. The little grunts Tony uttered spurred you on to bring him closer and closer to climax. Your own arousal had turned your panties moist as you watched his lust-blown eyes shut and bite his lip.

“Ah shit! You want me to cum in your mouth?”

You nodded eagerly as Tony’s hips jolted forward and he cursed out loud before shooting spurts of cum down your throat, face contorted in pleasure as he emptied himself, the warm salty liquid travelling down your throat.

He grabbed you by the back of your neck, making you stand before crashing his lips to yours, tasting himself as you deepened the kiss. You moved your clothed core over his softened cock to get some friction, gaining another groan from Tony who felt how moist you were.

“So wet my dirty girl. Will you give me an hour? I promise I’ll make it worth it.” Tony whispered softly, grabbed your hips to stop your grinding. Reluctant to let you go but the urgency with which Phil had called left him with no other choice than to make you wait.

“Fine. But if you’re late…”

“Trust me babe. I’ll be there sooner than you think.”

“Whatever.” He pecked your pouted lips one last time as you pulled his pants back up, turning to walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

“Don’t touch yourself.”

“You’re in no position to make demands Stark.”

“Am I not?” Even with your back to him, you could sense he was giving you ‘the look’. The one that screamed ‘no matter what, I’m always in charge’. The man was really going to be the death of you some day.

“Ugh. Fine. Hurry up.”

.

“Okay so we need to establish some ground rules first.”

Your eyes snapped up from the book you were pretending to read as Tony swung the bedroom door and got in, locking it before sliding in next to you, resting his back against the headboard.

You were celebrating your victory on the inside because just minutes ago he’d made fun of you for coming up with this game, only to now come up with modifications for the same.

Like a good girl you had behaved, controlled the urge to bring yourself to an orgasm after that little session downstairs. You were still wet, which meant he already had more chances of winning at your game.

This was a bad idea. Why hadn’t you thought this through?

“Hon?”

“Huh?”

“The rules?”

Mentally shaking yourself for zoning out, you sat up straight and faced him.

“Alright. Whines are allowed. Moans aren’t.”

“Fair enough.”

“No oral sex.”

“Not acceptable. You know I owe you for that amazing blow-job. Come on now..”

“Fine. But no fingering.”

Tony made a non-committal huff but agreed, knowing how much his fingers spurred you on.

You went back and forth discussing, rejecting and accepting the terms and conditions as if it were a legit deal.

Soon after you shook on it, there was a switch in the air and neither of you felt the need to say much else except get on with the game.

Climbing in Tony’s lap, you cupped the sides of his face and pressed your lips to his. Softly grazing against each other at first while you fingers teased the base of his neck.

He carded his hands through your hair before pulling you against his chest, hands now splayed across your back as he slanted his mouth over yours and deepened the kiss.

Maneuvering a little so his legs straightened out on the bed, Tony heard a tiny sigh escape your lips as your aroused core met with his growing bulge. Keeping those noises that threatened to leave your mouth turned out to be harder than you had both imagined. You two were quite vocal when it came to sex.

It was difficult, but all the more exciting.

After a while, the make-out session turned out to be insufficient and Tony had you on your back, your clothes removed and thrown carelessly somewhere behind as he settled between your legs.

You had to bite back a moan as Tony’s lips travelled down your neck, littering tiny kisses all over the skin before he found that junction where your neck met your shoulder, the pulse point which he so generously marked a spot on, sure to leave a purple bruise in its place. On cue, your head moved aside to grant him more access as your breaths turned to pants, finding it hard not to think about his bulge that was rubbing so deliciously against your heated core in slow but deliberate thrusts.

You had to push him away to make sure you didn’t lose so soon, that sure earned a chuckle from the genius. Moving further south, he latched onto one of your nipples and flicked his tongue along the bud all the while massaging and kneading the other in his hand. A sigh had involuntarily slipped out, it wasn’t breaking any rules but it sure made Tony gaze up with lust-blown eyes as a smirk appeared on that handsome face.

Trailing kisses along your navel, he reached between your legs and stopped. You shot him a warning look as you sat up on your elbows when his fingers teased along your wet folds, causing him to throw his hands up in surrender before diving in face first into your pussy.

Closing a hand over your mouth, you let your head fall back onto the pillows as Tony licked a fat strip along your wetness, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long for you to feel your heartbeat on your throbbing clit, Tony leaving no stone unturned to make sure you were a needy mess below him.

“What was that baby girl?” He purred, facial hair glazed with your juices when he emerged, giving you a shit-eating grin after you shook your head.

You were so close.

Flipping you on your stomach, you heard him unbutton his jeans and drop them in a low thud on the ground. His hands pulled your ass up in the air, urging the cheeks apart before his cock met your entrance, gathering your wetness, your pussy aching for release at this point.

“Tony..”

“Giving up already?”

Instead of answering, you reached behind, grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up at your entrance before pushing your hips back. Both of you swallowed your groans as he bottomed out, stretching your walls to the fullest before pulling all the way out and thrusting in.

Your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets as you were almost ready to give up and accept defeat, until you felt his cock twitch inside you, a sign Tony wasn’t too far along from doing the same either.

Your walls clenched around his cock deliberately, hugging it in their wet warmth and eliciting an involuntary groan from the man.

“What was that honey?”

You teased, repeating the action only to have Tony pull out suddenly, turn you around once more and pull your legs over his shoulder before entering you again.

“You fucking tease..”

“You’re the one to talk. Now shut up and fuck me.”

Snapping his hips to yours at a furious pace, Tony gripped your legs roughly and bit your ankle. The silly little game long forgotten, you let out a pornographic moan as you felt the muscles in your belly contract, thighs tremble and mind turn into a fuzzy blur.

“Cum with me Tony..” you begged as he let go of your legs and buried his face in your neck, a hand snaking downward to rub your oversensitive clit.

“Do that thing again.”

His urgent whisper came out muffled by your hair but you knew what he was talking about. You granted his wish by pulling on his cock with your walls and felt his hips lose their rhythm. He came loud and hard, spilling inside you in spurts triggering your own orgasm as you cried out, digging your nails in his back as you shuddered.

Once you felt yourself float back down to reality, you brought your hands to caress Tony’s hair while he chuckled against the skin on your neck, repeatedly kissing you over there.

“It’s a draw then?” He mumbled.

“Yep.”

“You want a rematch?”

“Definitely.”

[dodo-begone]

Scrambled Eggs

Pairing: yan!Ranboo x reader, Yan!Tommy x reader, Yan! tubbo x reader, Yan!Purpled x reader

Request: I raise you: Hnfnnnnnnnnnn more Yandere minors but this time you're with the eggpire already (not on purpose but you get the idea)

Word count: 3k

Warning: yandere, the egg, obsession, cult (egg), kidnapping, cursing

A/n: this is all platonic. Nothing romantic. also oop this went a lot longer than i thought it would- I got really into it. Also uploaded this and didn't proof read it. I know there's at least one mistake in there- sorry in advance.

Ranboo

When this poor lad finds out you’re currently in the Egg’s clutches, he was shocked. Oh my gosh, didn’t you love him? Did you actually love him? If you really loved him, you wouldn’t have let the Egg gain control of you. That’s how “the power of love” works. Right?

He’ll go to you, begging and doing his absolute best to reason with you. In all honesty, trying to reason with you was as productive as asking Santa Clause for that new ferrari model-

But that didn’t stop him. He was too far to properly think things through. Now why don’t you come home with him? It’s not safe for you. This “Egg” doesn’t actually care for you. He cares for you though- You end up chasing him off, saying that you were happier with the Egg than anytime you were with him. Oh how the Egg has brainwashed you. It’s so bad for you, can’t you see? He’ll go through the cycle of attempting to save you a few times before it becomes too much for him.

Eventually he just goes to Phil, ranting about how you were controlled by the Egg now and he was scared for your safety. Oh god Phil what can he do to save you? Phil please help him, give him some guidance- anything! And after Phil? Well, he’d pray to any deity that’d listen. Only asking them to save you from your current plight. You weren’t safe and he loved you so much, he can’t lose you too.

Phil tires of this cycle very quickly. It’s pathetic how much Ranboo is upset by your situation. But he’s your friend and he cares for you so much; you’re a constant in his life. How can he not love you? So he’ll just give in during one of Ranboo’s pleading stages, saying that he’ll help Ranboo rescue you- which makes Ranboo very pleased. If it was this easy to end this toxic cycle, he would’ve done it ages ago.

They plan your rescue for weeks, almost a few months. Everything had to be absolutely perfect; any flaw that could allow the Egg to repossess you needed to be resolved. As time passed, Ranboo grew more anxious. He kept visiting you during the planning process, just to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.

When the plan was finally put into motion, his anxiety grew more. What if there was something that they miss? Something they didn’t account for? Phil had to remind Ranboo, multiple times, that you needed him. And he was here to save you. Ranboo couldn’t afford the time to hesitate, he had to take action. Plus if something went wrong, they always had Techno to fall back on. This got Ranboo back in the mindset, ready to save you again.

Something that was unavoidable was physical conflict. A fight started between the eggpire and the rescuers. It was rather rough and unfortunate that you got involved. You were fighting against them, rather fiercely as well. Leaving you mostly unharmed was nearly impossible when you were so determined to have their heads. But they managed. And they succeeded; they defeated/subdued the eggpire, you came out with only a few scratches and they got you away from the egg. All in a day’s work.

Once they got you “home” (specifically Phil’s house since it was far from the Egg and provided the most on-site protection), they started the recovery process. They had to restrain you to the bed, tying you up so no harm could come to you or them. Another unfortunate thing, but a necessity.

You were feral, thrashing around and snarling. Demanding that they release you. You had to get back to the Egg, the Egg needed you and you needed it. Though time passes with no change and you eventually tire, finally being subdued from exhaustion. Ranboo volunteers to keep an eye on you once you’re deemed “stable” (as in “not trying to actively leave”).

Phil is Reluctant to leave you in Ranboo’s care, but he was tired. The day had been long and rather draining. But Ranboo seemed so eager to help you, stay with you. So he, although reluctant to do so, leaves you in the care of Ranboo. They agreed to work in shifts before he left.

As he leaves, he gives you two a final look. Ranboo moves his chair closer to you, learning in and starts to talk to you. Honestly, Phil could care less about what conversation you two were having. He was only there to rescue you. There weren’t any ties between you two besides Ranboo, a common connection. All that mattered was you getting cured, out of the Egg’s clutches.

Tommy

This boy? When he’s told the Egg has you in its possession, he vehemently denies it. There’s absolutely no way it could’ve gotten you. I mean do they realize who they’re talking about? They’re talking about you- one of the strongest people on the smp!

Though a small part of him doubts that. Whispers that yes, you’re strong. But not strong enough to protect you from a danger like the Egg.

There’s absolutely no possibility that you were taken by the Egg. I mean come on, as mentioned above, you’re hella strong. You fought in so many wars and never fell for any of Dream’s lies. The last one is mostly why he believes the Egg doesn’t have you. If you can defy Dream’s manipulation, then the Egg should be no different. Right?

And so many people didn’t like him, so this had to be a joke. It was laughable, unbelievable. They thought they could get him so easily? Oh how wrong they were. Here, he can easily prove them wrong. Prove that it’s a prank. Mostly needs to prove it to himself though.

So when he walks around the smp, he keeps an eye out for you. He does it everywhere and eventually wanders to areas less frequented by him. That’s the level of “delusional” he’s at; you’re just hiding somewhere, far from him. This is a mean prank you’re pulling and very effective if the wanted product was a panicked Tommy.

Finally throws in the towel when he can’t find you anywhere after a week. He asked everyone on the smp for your location and got one of two answers; they either haven’t seen you or they saw you in the Badlands, near the Egg’s domain.

Now he wasn’t scared to go into the Badlands to look for you. Oh absolutely not! He was, in fact, absolutely terrified of the Egg. His reasoning for not going there boiled down to “the Egg doesn’t like him and wants him dead” and “there’s no way the egg got them”.

Enough time passes and he finally starts to accept the idea that the Egg may actually have you. When the thought pops up to look for you in the Badlands, he doesn’t question or fight it like before. Now accepting it with open arms, he heads to the Badlands. His worst fear will be laid to rest. You won’t be there.

Oh how wrong he was. When he gets closer to the Egg’s lair, he finally catches sight of you. It’d been weeks since he last saw you, and was ecstatic when he found you. A closer, more in depth look decimated any joy he had.

You were definitely a part of the eggpire with the signature red iris that obscured your natural eye color from the light. And it was also obvious that it was working you to death. Your body looked so much weaker than it ever had, besides grave injuries. Absolutely drained of all, fucking demented, lifeless were just a few things to describe your current state. It was so hard to look at. He knew he had to save you because the Egg was slowly killing you.

He executed the best plan he could conjure up in that little pea-brain of his; he’d “kidnap” you. A very simple plan, in all actuality. When the other eggpire members were away from you, he’d lure you away with just his presence. The Egg absolutely despised him, he was well aware of that. That’s why you were most likely chasing him, but he liked to believe you were coming with him willingly. Breaking from the Egg’s control.

Okay so he hadn’t planned on where he’d take you- BUT he did know you had to be taken far, far away. Far from the smp and especially the Egg. He’ll stop when he believes you’re too far from the Egg’s influence. A place you can finally rest and break free from the Egg. After that? Well it was obvious; he’d do everything in his fucking power to ensure that the Egg could never get ahold of, control or bother you again.

Tying you to the bedpost should be sufficient for now, right? Oh don’t worry about the long chain on it. It’s long enough for you to get into the bathroom and get business done. He’s a really considerate guy, huh? It’s only there to prevent you from running back to the Egg, he swears.

And look! You’re slowly becoming yourself again. It’s happening slowly, but Tommy can see the progress that’s already being made. And that makes him overjoyed.

Tubbo

The news of your disappearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. He had been told about one of the nukes being stolen and then the news that you were kidnapped right under his nose? Absolutely worse. All he felt was absolute rage and despair. First the nuke and now you? How could this get worse!

Finding out how you were taken can, apparently. Jack recounted how he last saw you with Bad. But it wasn’t like “oh they’re just chillin like homies”. No, it was about how Bad was carrying you to… somewhere. It was unclear where they went. Rather unfortunate how Jack had to deliver the news of two horrendous incidents at the same time.

Tubbo wanted to scold Jack for not stopping Bad, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t Jack’s fault. Well it was but wasn’t all at the same time. Telling Jack how he fucked up severely wouldn’t help the situation, and neither would yelling or any other destructive form of anger. Keeping his cool was his best option to solve the current crises.

He gets to work on solving both issues asap. Jack volunteers to find the missing nuke which left Tubbo to find you. Jack taking up the nuke issue was a blessing; he’d rather have Jack find the nuke than risk your safety.

Now since he’s left to look for you, he needs a plan to locate you. His best option? Getting help from the other residents, of course! They were more than happy to assist Tubbo. All of them get told the same story; the recount that Jack told Tubbo of the last appearance you made.

It isn’t long into the search before results were made. Puffy came back with your location. Your situation was less than favorable. Adding you being in the Badlands and so close to where the Egg laid, it was all clear. It appeared that you were under the Egg’s thumb. After all, if a friend calls out to you, a normal person wouldn’t just ignore them. And Puffy said she wasn’t too far away from you when she yelled for you. So something was obviously wrong.

Tubbo decides to give the Badlands a little visit. To give his own input on the situation, if you’d call it that. In all honesty, it was just to see you and see if the tales were true. Sadly, they were.

The next best thing would be to plan an escape for you. So the first attempt is him just trying to get you to leave on your own accord. And that plan was unsuccessful, which was less than surprising. Then he tries to physically drag you back. A hilarious sight, but another plan that was doomed to fail from the beginning. As a last resort, for that visit, he pulls out the puppy dog eyes and alligator tears. You were unfazed by his tactics. There go his immediate plans of freeing you.

Eventually you tire of his behavior and chase him away. You spare him some last words before you part ways though. “I don’t need to leave the Egg. I’m perfectly fine, so just leave me alone”.

That really made him upset, but he wasn’t going to give up on you just like that. No, you were his best friend. Best friends don’t give up on each other so easily. They stick with each other and get the other out of a nasty situation. And this was one nasty situation you got pulled into.

When he gets back, he relays all of the discoveries to the others. It was undeniable, unanimous; you had to be rescued. As they all talked it over, a smile grew on Tubbo’s face. Tubbo’s change in mood was dismissed easily; he was just excited to get his friend back. They weren’t half wrong with that.

Tubbo was more happy that it’d be easier to contain you. He could easily get you where he wanted you and keep you there under the pretense of “keeping you there for your safety”. And all he’d have to do is volunteer to care for you…

Purpled

Surprisingly, he meets you through the Egg. Well, properly meet you. Originally, he joined for the money. Some of the eggpire members were rather wealthy and paid handsomely for his services.

So to elaborate on how he “knew” you. He first found you when you first appeared on the smp. Being toured around by Dream. So logically he goes up to greet the new member. You want to make good impressions on people as soon as you can.

You two only exchange names before Dream starts to shoo Purpled off. Dream gives the excuse that you were his friend. Not Purpled’s. His. He didn’t know you well and this was his server, so he’d obviously give the best tour of it. Plus you two were also catching up on things you two had done.

Dream’s behavior peeved you. He was being rather rude to this stranger and rather irresponsible. If he was trying to seem good, he was doing a poor job of conveying that.

You argued with Dream to allow this other person to come along with y’all. The argument doesn’t last long before Dream finally shoots it down and pulls you away for the rest of the tour.

Purpled was awed, felt so loved. You argued back at Dream of all people, and just for him. To defend him and let you come along with him. God you must be an angel in disguise, a true treasure. People as gracious as you are hard to come by nowadays.

After that, he does his best to become your friend. He does all the research on you that he can and watches your behaviors. Noting what you like and what you do throughout the day. Just the normal stuff, ya’know.

Without you knowing it, you had become such a precious thing to him. You’d become his best friend. Yes you two didn’t talk often at all, but you two were still friends. After all, he knew everything about you. Your favorite color, your favorite place to hang out, which genre of books you like, what muffin you get at Niki’s bakery, how you like your tea and coffee. Just the normal stuff a best friend would need to know.

Also collected things of yours. Things you came in contact with. If you left them, that meant you didn’t want them. And if you didn’t want them anymore, then they were free for the taking. This was all obvious stuff.

Another surprising thing; he became too busy with the egg to even notice your disappearance. With how much he was around you, he would’ve noticed you go missing within seconds. Yet he wasn’t around to keep you safe, now was he? No he wasn’t. He was away collecting some of the dumbest things for the egg.

He was rather annoyed when he was told of the soon-to-be new member of the eggpire. Great, another egg freak he’d have to deal with. Right now, he could really use a pick-me-up. Visiting you wouldn’t hurt- apparently it can because he was almost immediately put to work after being told the news.

After prepping for the initiation process, he was more than peeved. It’d been weeks since he last saw you. It was some of the worst weeks of his life. All he needed right now was you- oh boy.

Well he wishes were granted because there you were, being inducted into the egg cult. Man he should’ve been a bit more careful on what he wished for, but whatever. You were here now. Once it’s all over, he goes to properly greet you as an eggpire member and tours you around. So since you like the egg and he likes the egg, you wanna keep talking?

Will do everything in his power to keep you under the Egg’s control. If anybody comes in hopes of rescuing you, they’d have to deal with Purpled first. They’d usually never get past him, defeated by his hand and sent away.

It was in “your” best interest to stay with the egg. Really it was his, but you believed it too.

Those egg-cult freaks kept preaching about how the Egg would give people anything they asked or craved. Now that you were here, Purpled supposed it was true. After all, you were what he wanted after all. He is best friend by his side forever. What else could he ask for?

[hornet-breaker]

Safe With Us

When we last left off Tommy had found Tubbo and swallowed him. Was this a malicious act or an attempt to save the kid? Find out in this chapter!

Tw: vore, swearing, blood,

Tommy could smell something was dying nearby. Any Titan could recognize the smell of blood and rotting life essence. He and Ranboo went to go investigate, moving through the Sakura Forest quietly and swiftly. The good news is he could still sense the creature was alive, the bad news was it was starting to slip again. Not good.

Originally the two were just hunting, their food supply was low and they needed more meat. Ranboo kept warbling about wanting to actually cook so Tommy gave in, and here the two are. However, recently they felt a disturbance, something was wrong, they could feel it. Almost like it was affecting them directly. Tommy didn’t like the lighter feeling of less living things in their territory, hopefully everything was fine.

Tommy summoned electric energy to dash foreward, hurrying as fast as he could, when he picked up a dreadfully familiar smell. A Naga. Even worse. Nagas were notorious for being able to swallow things even slightly bigger than themselves. If this Naga were to reach whatever was dying before the two titans could, the creature was definitely gone for good. Not on his fucking watch.

Tommy slowed to a steady jog, sniffing the air, they were close, so was the Naga.

“Ranboo, you go look for the Naga, I’ll get the creature.” Tommy instructed. Ranboo tilted his head in confusion.

“Tommy, I don’t speak Titan remember?” He warbled nervously. Tommy kept forgetting. He cleared his throat,

“Go find the snake, I’ll get the human.” He repeated in ender this time, glad Phil had taught him a useful and yet not useful language. Ranboo nodded and teleported away.

Tommy dropped to a crouch and let the feeling of the creature’s presence and it’s scent guide him, moving foreward cautiously. Eventually he found it, and gasped with horror at how it looked.

It was a young satyr, only a year older than him if he had to guess. It’s left side was badly scarred and was bleeding in some places. This creature was not going to make it, unless…

Tommy was blessed with the heart of the planet. As a Titan he had the sacred duty of guarding the sentient life that shared the same land as him. Part of his ability set was surprisingly healing saliva, which was trippy if you asked him. But it would have to work, this was to save the creature. Tommy gently picked them up and touched his nose to their chest. “Be still little one, you’ll be better in no time,” he whispered, even though he was pretty sure it was dead asleep.

Tommy opened his mouth and gently slid the creature into the electric blue abyss, gingerly licking it, it tasted more like metal than the faint taste of honey he detected, strange, weren’t they supposed to taste like they were rotting when close to dying? He felt something bump into his hand and looked down. The Naga, a familiar Naga.

Dream. Tommy thought bitterly as he quickly and gently swallowed the satyr to store them. He will continue this later. He grabbed the snake before he could get away, making sure this time he couldn’t bite him. Dream may be smaller than him but Naga venom could put him down for a few days.

“Bite me and I’ll break your fucking neck, what are you doing in my forest?” He snarled, his teeth were bared at the snake man.

“ wait wait don’t eat me please! Don’t eat me! I can explain what happened!” Dream begged. Oh, he can understand Titan now, that’s good, it would be better if he were a Naga Tommy actually liked though.

“You have five seconds to start talking, go.” Tommy said.

“I was sleeping in a tree in the jungle, my sister was gone with my mom to visit so I was just there alone, then I smelled smoke, went to investigate, and got caught by these wierd creatures that look like a Titan but less scary, you know? I woke up in a cage and was trapped for two days then I met the satyr and I knew they were gonna kill him so I helped him escape and many others, but then he got shot when we escaped and now I’m here please don’t bite me in half you look like you really want to.” Dream rambled, shying away in the Titan’s grasp and wrapping his tail around his fingers.

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “Show me where.” He said as Ranboo came back. Ranboo liked confused.

“Isn’t that the one you said bit you on the jugular vein?” He asked.

“Well apparently there are creatures causing a lot of problems. Come on.” Tommy said as the two followed the directions of the Naga.

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Surely enough after a few hours of travel the Titans could smell dragon fire smoke. Something did happen here. As they approached there was a hideous metal bunker with the surrounding forest chopped down. There were walls with strange webs that when Tommy touched them they clung to his finger, and kinda hurt him.

“What is this place?” Ranboo asked.

“A slaughterhouse. I’ve watched dozens get carried into a room and never come out alive, always as a sort of trophy or carcass.” Dream said.

“It’s a slaughterhouse Ranboo. We have to tell Phil and XD, they’ll know how to solve this.” Tommy translated. Ranboo clasped his hands over his mouth to stifle a surprised gasp.

“We can’t get them involved unless it threatens the Heartstone, last time we did XD got mad and nearly killed us.” Ranboo stated.

“But they could be after The Heartstone! Think about it! Why else would they be kidnapping creatures?!” Tommy hissed.

“You know the kid has a point,” Dream piped in. “If they’re hunting the Heartstone we have to let them know or we’re all in danger. Even chipping a piece off can have horrible effects on the world.” Since when could this little shit understand Ender?!

Ranboo murred uncomfortably. The Naga was right, they were in danger if the Heartstone was in danger.

“All right go on you bitch, I don’t need you anymore.” Tommy growled, letting the Naga go.

“Is the satyr gonna be okay?” Dream asked, slithering out of Tommy’s hand.

“Yes, he’s safe with us.” Tommy confirmed. “Now go before I change my mind, dickhead.” Dream slithered away back into the depths of the forest, probably to return home.

“Wow, you’re scary.” A voice said. Oh, Tommy had almost forgotten about the satyr in his crop. He coughed up the little creature and gently released them into his hands. Ranboo peaked over his shoulder to look.

“Woah, real titans! I never thought I’d get to see some! Actually, I never thought I’d get to wake up again and see the sun…” the satyr said somberly. Ranboo gave Tommy a glare.

“Dont look at me like that he was still asleep.” Tommy grumbled, turning his attention to the satyr in his hands. “Can you understand Titan?” He asked.

The satyr tilted his head with confusion. So he couldn’t understand Titan, fair enough. Tommy’s Ferus was rusty but at least he knew some important key words and phrases for talking to tiny sentient species.

“Are you okay?” He rumbled out. The satyr nodded.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, my name is Tubbo!” The satyr-Tubbo-mused.

“What happened?” He asked, pointing to the building.

“Oh, these creatures called humans kidnapped my village and I was about to be shot to death. And I did almost get shot to death, but then I woke up in your belly. You’re not that quiet are you?” Tubbo said.

Well he had a point, Shockwave Titans were normally boisterous and loud when they spoke, rarely ever quiet. They spoke with the authority of a thunderstorm.

“Where now?” Tommy asked, wishing Phil had taught him more. XD and Ranboo were probably the only two creatures that could speak ender enough that he needed to know how to speak, Ferus would have been far more useful.

“I dunno, I just remember blacking out with the Naga slithering up to me. At first I thought I was inside of him but then I realized I couldn’t be., it’s too big and spacious in there.” Tubbo rambled. Jeez this kid likes to keep talking.

“You’re safe, don’t panic, still healing.” He said. He hated how he sounded but it was the only way he could communicate.

“Okay, what are you gonna do though?” Tubbo asked, a little worried. Tommy brought him closer to his face, the satyr’s shirt was practically nonexistent and was splotched with dried blood all over it, but he didn’t need anymore healing, which was good. He didn’t want to further scare the creature and continue to taste metal. Tommy lowered Tubbo to his chest.

“He’s mostly healed, I can’t do anymore for him, he’ll be scarred forever.” Tommy said to Ranboo.

“Still can’t speak Titan.” Ranboo said.

“Oh come the fuck on!” Tommy roared with annoyance, getting a giggle out of the Enderian Titan.

“He’s fine, he just needs time to recover, let’s take him back, he’s safer with us if these, humans are as dangerous as Tubbo says.” Tommy said, curling his fingers around his chest.

“So, are you two gonna eat me or something?” Tubbo asked. Tommy shook his head quickly and Ranboo made a disgusted hiss. Even he could smell the metallic overlay of the Satyr’s honey scent. Tubbo made a quiet giggle when he heard the hiss, and yawned.

“Rest,” was all Tommy said and he could feel the Satyr snuggle up in his hand.

The two walked back to their little camp set up, unaware that there was something following them. Something small but equally as dangerous as a Titan.

(Bonus: Titan Ranboo concept pog? (You can’t really do chimerism in heroforge, so I gave him calico spots!)

[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: Little Brother Knows Everything

I lied. Here's a bonus chapter.

Warnings: Mention of Death ; Unrequited[?] Love ; Mention of bombs ; Jealousy

Words: 3.1k

Tommy may have been an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid. He noticed the little things more often than he didn’t. But there were four things he knew about you better than anyone else.

Tommy knew that you liked tea.

Siblings, and people in general, seem to have this habitual kind of indicator of their mood. Some people bounced their leg when they were nervous, others liked to twiddle their thumbs or pop joints; It’s different for everyone.

But he could always tell how [y/n] felt by the tea they were drinking.

When they were nervous, they made tea brewed from lavender buds collected from a flower field they often visited with Technoblade or Phil. They brought Tommy once. He had run around the whole area with infinite energy before the blond climbed the tree. He had climbed higher and higher until he could feel the warmth of the setting sun shine on his face. The branch broke, but when he plummeted, he wasn’t scared. They were at the bottom, waiting to catch him. They were always waiting to inevitably catch him no matter if it was from his own stupid decisions or from someone else’s. They got nervous a lot, but when he was by their side, he could never be.

When [y/n] was stressed, they made tea out of the peppermint leaves in their garden. The scent filled their house while it brewed and the act of harvesting the herb was “soothing”. Tommy wasn’t sure how weeding was supposed to be relaxing, but he happily did it when their newest sibling figure asked him to. He remembered pulling out a whole mint plant the first time he had worked beside them, unknowing that that was the plant he was supposed to be protecting. They had laughed, gently scolding him, before setting it aside. Even if they were stressed out, they never took it out on him.

When he was sad or upset, they made chamomile tea with honey. Chamomile is a calming flower, he remembered them saying once. And the honey helped you remember that golden days were ahead. They made it for him every morning after he would wake up in the bed he seemed to sleep in more than his own. Sometimes the honey came from Technoblade, sometimes they had retrieved it themselves from wild hives, but they always seemed to get the best stuff. Even when he cried or started to -what was the word they had used? Disassociate? That sounded correct-, he could expect the mug to be pushed into his hands, a sugary but not cloying aroma wafting off it. He always felt much better when he left. He could never remember seeing them drink the tea, despite having such an abundance of it. Did they even get sad? He had never witnessed it.

When they were happy, they made black tea of various kinds and drank sweet iced tea that reminded him of what diabetes would taste like if it were liquid. They drank this with him almost daily. It was always a new blend they wanted to try and perfect or one they wanted him to taste. He loved smelling this tea the most. When its fragrance filled the air, somehow, everything felt right in the world. He couldn’t recall a single time when he didn’t see them on the porch, drinking the amber liquid out of a glass when they knew he’d be coming over for dinner.

It was the days when you didn’t drink tea at all, he was afraid.

Tommy knew that no matter what someone did to them, [y/n] wasn’t afraid to make enemies or insert themselves between their friends and any sort of danger to protect them.

Dream was surprised to see [y/n] at the meeting between the Greater Dream SMP and L’Manburg. It was only supposed to be him and George convening with Tubbo and Tommy. They held no real power in the country. They didn’t belong in this meeting, just like they didn’t belong in this timeline.

He watched the way they, during George and Tubbo’s discussion, rested a hand on Tommy’s arm when his hands clenched hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He saw how they would murmur quietly to him and the child would relax ever so slightly. He noticed the nods they gave the blond when he looked to the adult for confirmation after he made a questionable statement. He observed your true role here.

“Nice to see you replace Wilbur so quickly, Tommy. That’s good. He was a horrible role model for you.” His lips curled behind his mask at the shocked expression on everyone else’s face aside from the vice president before him. His eyes were sharp, angry. “Maybe without his influence, you’ll actually be a competent leader for something.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Considering L’Manburg was supposed to be totally destroyed and returned back to the Greater Dream SMP, I’m glad you found someone a bit less self-destructive to help keep you under control. We all know Wilbur did a horrible job at it.” Watching the child soldier stand quickly gave him a certain satisfaction.

“Fuck you, bitch! I don’t need to be told what to do.” Dream watched [y/n] give Tommy a warning look and the way he ignored it.

“And yet you followed someone who lost his own presidential race and blew up his own country before seeking out validation from someone else.”

“I don’t-”

“Tommy.” He watched the blond flinch at the edge to your voice and look down at you.

“He’s saying I-”

“I’m aware. He’s just trying to rile you up. It’s what he does. Ignore him.” The glare they sent him made a sharp jolt go down his spine, but he couldn’t help the chuckle that spilled from his covered mouth.

“Listen to your sibling, Tomathy. At least this one is sane. And if they kill themself, they’ll come back.” Tommy opened his mouth once more to say something before it snapped closed and he released a breath through his nose.

“I don’t need this.” The slam of the door echoed through the now quiet room.

Dream’s attention was immediately back on [y/n]. He watched them square their shoulders and lower their head to look him dead-on. Their glare met him with a hidden fury threatening to break forth and raise the hell that seemed to be just as deeply rooted in them as it was the company they kept. Their lips were pursed in a way that made his own grin grow larger. "Wilbur may not have been the best man. He may have hurt me and put the rest of L’Manburg in this situation. But that is our business alone, and you have no right to say anything bad about him or about Tommy, for that matter."

There was a pregnant pause and he heard George start laughing awkwardly to dispel the tension before being hushed hurriedly by Tubbo.

“And what is it you’ll do to me if I do?” Dream kept his voice level.

“You know why I’m here and who’s behind me. You can use your imagination..” They stood, chair scraping against the floor loudly. “I’m going to check on Tommy.” “But we’re not done!” They stopped at the door, hand resting on the handle.

“I’m sure you can handle the rest by yourself, Tubbo. You know what to do.” They looked at him over their shoulder, before glancing over George and then settling on the man in green. “Don’t you ever speak his name ever again. Or we just might have to build that prison you mentioned. Am I understood?” Sullen nods came from the monarch and the president as they stormed out.

“Well, that was something.”

Tommy had been sitting in the hallway, curled in on himself the same way he had been after the Pit incident.

“Toms?”

“Why is he even here?”

You sat next to him, back resting against the wall.

“Because he cares about George. Kinda like why I was in there for you.” You felt the taller lean against you and relax when you wrapped your arm around him. “I’ll always be here for you, Kiddo.”

You felt him nod and you pressed a kiss to his hair.

“You know I’m not trying to replace Wilbur, right?”

“Of course not. We were like brothers.” His lips quirked a little when he heard your laugh.

“If he were here, I’m sure he’d tell you not to say that or he’d cry.”

“Good. Fucking bitch.”

He didn’t know what he’d do if you never came back.

Tommy knew that the only other person who loved you as much as he did was Technoblade.

Techno had never felt jealous of Tommy before. Or really anyone. He was pretty secure in his position as your best friend, and the vast amounts of platonic affection you showered him with kept him content. Even during the Pogtopia rebellion, watching the looks and touches Wilbur gave you or seeing the child sneak into your bed for another night in a row didn’t make him jealous. So why did he suddenly have the very real impulse to shove the blond off the side off a cliff just to retake some of your attention?

The hybrid watched you talk with your hands as you recounted the night before and your surprise at finding Tommy already there when you came home from Phil’s. He was happy he had been right. You and Philza were similar in many ways and got along well. You would constantly joke with Techno that you were trying to get yourself adopted by the older blond and he would just respond with an amused “don’t tempt him, he might.”. You would always laugh in response.

That was always the best sound.

He listened to your words as he topped off the teacup in front of you with more of the red-tinted liquid. The warm scent of earl grey and roses wafted off of the cup tinged with the subtle tang of the orange peel he had added on a whim. You were right in your suggestion. Citrus always makes deeper teas better.

“If it’s really that bad, the offer to move in still stands. I have more than enough room and you can escape that raccoon.” He snickered at the pout that rested on your lips.

“I never said that I didn’t like it! And don’t call Tommy a raccoon.” He sipped his own tea.

“It’s true. Gets into trash, beady little eyes, a nuisance. He even breaks into your house.”

“He has a key, Tech. It’s different.” You had rolled your eyes at him, but the smile on your face spoke of your fondness for them both. He felt the small well of jealousy in his chest flare. Did Tommy know how privileged he was? He hoped the child knew.

“I’m just sayin’. Whenever you want to leave that place, my door will always be open for you.” He watched your smile soften and the firm squeeze when you reached across the table for his forearm.

“I appreciate it, but Tommy needs me still. Maybe one day, okay?” He grunted at you and you giggled. “Who knows, maybe Phil will come with! He could build his own little cabin and everything.”

“I’ve already extended the offer to him as well. He said he’ll think about it.” You shook your head.

“He’s probably trying to figure out how close to the meadow he’d be in comparison.”

“Man loves the flowers, what can he say?”

“Sure, it’s definitely the flowers.” You sipped your tea with a knowing grin.

“What else would it be?” He watched the glint in your eyes, seeing exactly what Tommy had always said about you. They had seemed a lot deeper lately, more knowledgeable. The child had always claimed that you spoke like you knew more than you let on and he saw it in your smile sometimes, but the look you were giving him right at that moment confirmed it.

“Maybe it’s all the memories.”

He couldn't imagine you not returning the feelings they both held for you, despite the vast difference.

Tommy knew that you wouldn’t hide anything from him unless it was absolutely imperative.

He found you sitting in the living room, curled into an old recliner that you would never tell him where it came from. You felt Tommy haphazardly throw his arms around your shoulders from behind, releasing a small sigh of contentment as he pressed his face further into your neck.

"Hey, Kiddo, what’re you up to?" His grip on you slackened, and you could almost feel his face draw up to a small pout. He absolutely hated that nickname but couldn’t deny the small warmth that flared in his stomach whenever you called him it.

"[Y/n], how many times have I asked you to stop calling me that?" He removed himself from you when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Sorry, Toms, the nickname stays. You're too much of a brat for it to leave." He groaned, eyebrows drawing together. You knew he wasn’t entirely mad at the name. He wouldn’t have whined the way he did if he truly wanted you to stop. You and Tommy seemed to share a wavelength. It wasn’t the same one you shared with Techno, but it was just as perfect. You wished you could tell him why it was.

The realization set a rock that started in your throat and slowly started to sink to your stomach. It spread through you, causing a wet hot sensation to form behind your eyes. You’d never be able to tell your little brother your deepest secret. What if he hated you? What if he told everyone else and they cast you out? What if he felt he couldn’t trust you anymore?

Carefully pulling yourself out of your own thoughts, you looked up at the child. “I’m sorry, what was it you wanted?”

"Can I talk to you?" Your eyes flicked to the book you were reading before back to him. You knew what he wanted. A bookmark was wedged between pages and the room was silent before you stood. "Sure, kiddo. Is it going to be a long chat?" You set off to the kitchen, soon pouring some water into an old kettle that Phil had given you the day that you had awoken. You had been “gone” for over a full day. Aside from Phil, no one else knew what had happened and where you went.

An opaque jar was pulled from the cupboard, carefully opened, and he watched as purple buds, green leaves, and yellow-white flowers were deposited gently onto the mesh cloth that you would tie into a sachet. He had never seen them combine those teas. He didn’t even realize you had such a large jar of it stored.

“What happened at Phil’s?” You hesitated before steadying your hand and pouring the steaming water into a teapot before setting the sachet in. It floated for a moment before you used the string to dunk the bag a few times to soak it before it sank midway.

You only pulled one mug down.

You gestured for him to sit at the table and he took it. You could see the way his anxiety rose even higher when you didn’t sit across from him.

“What day? I’ve been at Phil’s a lot lately.”

“Oh fuck off. You know what day I’m talking about.” You shrugged, trying to keep your expression even.

“I really don’t, Tommy. You’re going to have to narrow it down for me.” Your fight or flight instincts were dialed to high when he gave you a knowing look.

“You don’t have to lie to me, [y/n]. I’m not a child.”

“Yes, you are, and I’m not lying.” You flinched when he slammed his hands on the table, chair screeching as it was slid back with too much force before it fell backwards.

“Then why have you changed?” You froze. “You used to love spending time with me before-”

You wanted to reach out, to comfort him, when you saw his lips quiver, but he turned his head away from you. He couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Before you were gone for almost two days and came back wrong. You don’t talk like how you used to either. It’s like you know things, but like, more than you used to. And come to find out from Ranboob, you had gone to Philza’s house. What did he tell you?”

You just shook your head, wanting to tell him you remembered him. You remembered every timeline he was in. Every moment he had fought for what he believed in and won. Every time he had died. Every timeline he could have died.

“Did I do something? Is it because of Ghostbur? Do you-” He looked back up at you, looking exactly like the sixteen year old he was supposed to be. “Do you hate me?”

“Of course not, Tommy. Why in the world would you ever think that?”

“Then why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Siblings don’t keep secrets.”

“They do when they’re trying to protect the ones they love, Tommy.” You watched his face grow red in frustration.

“You’re not always gonna be there for me, [y/n]!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Why won’t you just tell me?” His voice broke, and so did your heart.

“Because you’re still just a kid, Tommy. And I think sometimes you forget that. And everyone else too. And I can’t tell anyone what happened.”

“But why? I stopped being a child when we won our first war. I should be able to hear about this!”

“Because the things I saw, the things I heard, no one else should have to bear this weight.” You swallowed back your tears. This was no time to cry. “You can be mad at me all you want, Tommy. But I’m still the same [y/n] who tucks you into bed and links pinkies with you on the Prime Path and who will always be there for you.”

The hurt look he gave you would haunt you for the rest of your lifetimes.

“Then why won’t you let me be there for you?” You could only shake your head.

“Because that’s not how it works, Kiddo.” Tommy’s eyes hardened and he sucked in a quivering breath.

“Fine.” He started walking back towards the door.

“Toms, where are you going?” He didn’t answer you.

His tea was bitter and cold by now, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel the same.

Tommy knew all those things about you. So why did it feel like maybe he didn’t know you at all?