#like yeah i COULD just work off of prime continuity but I Am Afraid

[asterdeer]

this is the kind of all consuming comfort character love and fixation that would lead me to write 100k words and counting of mostly h/c fanfiction but unfortunately i can only do that for minor characters with an easily compilable amount of airtime because otherwise the fear that i'm getting missing something or getting a timeline or widely held/beloved fanon wrong is simply too much to handle

[stellocchia]

Okay, now that I have a bit of time it’s time to analize that disaster of a custody battle stream, also known as Tommy and Wilbur visiting Las Nevadas!

As always this is gonna be quite long so I’ll put everything under the cut and remember that I’ll only be talking about the characters. Also for the dialogues the colors are: Quackity, Tommy and Wilbur

One thing that I would like to point out before we get into it is that c!Tommy is pretty much spiraling throughout this stream (he dissociates and shows his suicidal tendencies more clearly) so it’s good to keep this in mind when analizing his actions and words. 

First of all here’s Wilbur’s pov of it: Wilbur's POV

And here’s Tommy’s: Tommy's POV

I’ll be using both for this.

One thing that is immediately interesting to notice is that, despite supposedly living with Phil we mostly see Wilbur around L’Manhole.

“Have you been sewing? Knitting? That can be a dangerous sport if done too quickly” (just wanted to point out the tailor!Tommy bit)

So first of all is the confirmation that the stone never had a use beyond keeping Tommy occupied back when Wilbur asked for it. The task of gathering the stone could also have been a test on Wilbur’s part to test Tommy’s obedience considering that it was a tedious and apparently sensless task that most people would not have taken on.

Afterwards we have an interesting little bit where Wilbur demonstrates that he is still extremely knowledgable when it comes to tnt, knowing which blocks are more resistent to it and even being able to deduce that the ufo was blown up from the inside (something he’ll lie about later). 

“Someone’s a little copycat. Hey tommy someone’s a little copycat~” (in reference to what happened to Purpled’s ufo. This could be interpreted as derogatory we’ll have to see if Wilbur appreciates someone imitating his work)

Quackity’s book is then introduced, though at first Wilbur is very vague about it’s contents before straight up lying about them (saying that it said: “My dearest friend Wilbur, I’ve really missed seeing you, come to project Nevadas your best friend Quackity”), here’s the actual contents of it:

It is possible that he didn’t mention the actual content to Tommy because he was afraid Tommy would have kept him from meeting Quackity if he knew that he seemingly agreed with Wilbur’s ideology, though this is just a theory. 

Another interesting thing is that Wilbur keeps referring to Ghostbur’s resurrection site as his “tombstone” despite Tommy having already told him last time that he didn’t get one. Perhaps this is a show of Wilbur’s own fear of being forgotten or of having been inconsequential to the bigger narrative (his continued search for the confirmation that he did have a big impact would seem to point to this).

“Will, I’m accustomed to people lying to me. Just tell me: will the book, whatever is in there, bring us more primes?” (this is an interesting way for Tommy to let Wilbur know that he knows he’s lying while still trying to keep the conversation more light herted)

On their way to Las Nevadas there is an interesting instance of Wilbur standing still near a creeper instead of trying to protect himself so that Tommy has to intervene (similar instances happen multiple times throughout the stream) which could be a portrayal of his self-destructive tendencies and kinda mirrors Tommy's behaviour in exile. 

“Every person we’ve spoken to aside from say, I don’t know, Jack Manifold. Every person aside from Jack Manifold has taken a bit of a disliking to me. Oh and Phil, Phil was lovely too, and you actually! Come to think of it the 3 people I care about most, Jack Manifold, you and Phil, have been the nicest to me”

There are a few things I wanna say here: first of all there is one manipulation tactic that consists of making yourself out to be the victim in a certain situation in order to gain pity, sympathy or evoke compassion in the other and that’s what Wilbur has been doing both in this stream and in the past when mentioning that people hate him despite every single person he met (aside from Tommy himself) actually being rather kind and accomodating. This does probably come from Wilbur’s own self-hatred and his view of himself as a villain but, once again, I would like to remind you that manipulation is still manipulation even if you believe in what you’re saying. 

The second point I wanted to talk about briefly was the line about only caring about the 3 people he mentioned. Aside from how truthful he is about all 3 of them (I’m sorry but I have a hard time believing that he cares deeply for Jack Manifold when he didn’t even used to remember who he was) he also later mentions that there are other people he would like to see, basically it’s like the L’Manburg situation: just because Wilbur says he doesn’t care about something it doesn’t mean that it’s true.

“They told me it was like a small little town where Big Q sells funny potions and liquids from his van” (so from Tommy’s understanding Las Nevadas was a mix between the drug van and og L’Manburg. I wonder if we’ll find out who gave him this idea)

Little note about Wilbur throwing Linda (Tommy’s prized shovel) away twice during this stream almost casually.

“Tommy stand back. Tommy stand back” (Wilbur interposing himself between Tommy and a situation that might be dangerous, I’ll talk about this a bit later but keep it in mind)

“I’ll tell you what: it’s nice to see you out of that stupid vice president shirt. You know I never thought you were fit for that vice president thing anyway, I think that this is- this is- what- what are you like the concierge of this area? Like the cleaner?” “This is so nice!” “I don’t know what to call it Wilbur all I know is that this is my place. This is mine. I own this place”

It is interesting to note that Wilbur apparently did not think too highly of Quackity, immediately assuming he must be and employee rather then having a leading position, he even expresses that he didn’t think Quackity was fit to even be vice president. It’s also interesting to point out that Tommy gets immediately uncomfortable with where the conversation is going and splits off from the two to explore while also being extra obnoxious in an attempt to split up the fight he knew to be coming (he is always rather perceptive), to which Quackity responds only with amusement (actually humouring Tommy), while Wilbur simply ignores it for the time being. 

“If I’d known there was a place I could align myself to as quickly as this I would have done it sooner” (could be both a search for community as well as him generally prefering being aligned to a country as he comments later on that he’s not a fan of anarchy by mentioning that him and Phil don’t see eye to eye on this)

This is when Wilbur brings up Quackity’s book for the second time mentioning that he assumed it was an invite to joing Quackity in Las Nevadas, which turns out it wasn’t. 

“So that’s the invitation to work alongside you I assume, I- I accept. I accept. I’d love to come in” “Big Q I also wanted... can I move into the big- the big penis?” “*laugh* No Tommy. Wilbur, Wilbur” “Yeah?” “No? No?” “That was... that was not an invitation I’m sorry Wilbur” *Wilbur checks the book again* “That’s not an invitation. Wilbur, Wilbur, my nation will not be subject to your... unpredictability, alright? Thank you so much for coming, thank you so much for visiting Wilbur but, uhm... I don’t need any- I don’t need any extra members right now” 

So taking this conversation a bit at a time: Quackity is the first person since Wilbur has come back (aside from Tommy, but Tommy’s opinion really doesn’t matter to Wilbur) who hasn’t tried to accomodate him. He set his own rules and stuck by them not willing to budge on it at all. Also it is interesting to note that Quackity so far doesn’t seem to be interested in letting Tommy join either, only changing his demeanour later after Tommy calls Wilbur out on his lying. This change of mind could both be tied to a crack he noticed in Tommy’s loyalty to Wilbur as well as done to spite Wilbur himself. Or both really. 

“[Las Nevadas] It’s like one of those visions you have after being in the mines for several hours” (Tommy mentioning having hallucinations once again)

“No... no, you’ve got it all wrong. You’ve got it all wrong man. Okay okay, maybe, maybe I was unprdictable in the past” “But it’s really nice...” “But I’ve turned over a new leaf Quackity! I don’t lie anymore, I don’t- I don’t, you know, I don’t deceive, I know nothing about tnt anymore. I’ve forgotten everything I knew about tnt, it’s ridiculous I-” “*snicker* Ok- mmm, well... Will, well” “Is he lying Tommy?”

Also here we have a clearer example of Wilbur lying and deceiving right after asserting that he doesn’t do it anymore (he deceived Tommy on the book and lied about his knowledge on tnt) together with Tommy calling him out on it.

“This is the best place on the server! This is like heaven! Paradise!” “Quackity we can stay, right?” “You seem to like it a lot Tommy” 

Immediately afterwards there’s where Quackity seems to change his mind about letting Tommy stay while also ignoring Wilbur in the process. Again we really don’t have any definitive indication for the reason why he changes his mind, it could be because he saw how much Tommy liked it here as much as it could be to spite Wilbur. Any conclusion for either is pure speculation.

“Quackity look at me, look at me in the eyes. I. Am. Your. Servant. I am at your service. I have run countries, I’ve won elections, I’ve done everything that you will need in a leadership role, Quackity. Even not in leadership! I can- I can be, you know, assistent to president”

Another less known form of manipulation. Wilbur wants power within this new country so he offers to cover a more “subservient” position to have Quackity let his guard down so that he can achieve his role. 

“Will this is so cool!” “Tommy SHUT UP!” “Hey! What a fu- hey what a fuck?!” (a bit of Wilbur’s “affable” persona slipping away paired up with Tommy immediately noticing that that was not okay and calling Wilbur out on it)

“Wilbur listen to me: I saw what you did to L’Manburg and I’m not letting Las Nevadas have the same fate as L’Manburg. I appreciate Tommy here, I appreciate you checking this place out Wilbur but, I don’t need your services, I don’t need your presence, you’re very unpredictable” (Quackity once more standing his ground and repeating that he does not trust Wilbur in the slightest and also reaffirming that he does want Tommy there instead)

It’s interesting to notice that all throughout this exchange, while Tommy was off exploring Quackity was the one often paying attention to him while Wilbur ignored him the whole time before snapping.

“So we’re not allowed?” “Tommy, I need to talk to you Tommy” “Am I allowed? Or is it just Will?” “Well, I’d love to discuss it with you” (Quackity is the first person that actually directly addressed Tommy while ignoring Wilbur since Wilbur’s resurrection and that’s quite interesting. It could be that perhaps he noticed that Wilbur seems to consider Tommy almost like an extension of himself and that he tried to drive a wedge into that)

The next few minutes are spent with Wilbur trying to find out exactly where the confines of Las Nevadas are.

“Tommy come with me. Tommy at my side please” (addressing him like a soldier again)

There is a back and forth between Wilbur and Quackity where Quackity tries to deflect Wilbur’s question about his ownership of the adiacent forest multiple times, but Wilbur does end up finding out that it’s not Quackity’s land. (Wilbur also has a throwaway comment about that forest being Paradise in response to Tommy calling Las Nevadas that which Tommy disagrees on).

“What’s the point in capitalism without healthy competition?” (Wilbur announcing he wants to create a country next to Quackity’s)

“Wait, where are you going?” “Just over here Tommy. Stay by my side, by my side” (once again an emphasis on wanting Tommy nearby, which isn’t new)

“You know what Wilbur? You’re right: capitalism strives on competition and I’m ready for all the competition you can bring me” (Wilbur is positively giddy at this declaration, which makes me think that he does truly see this competition mostly as a game)

“Will I don’t want to start a country, I very much like that country there” *Tommy points at Las Nevadas* “With the stone-” “Tommy we- we’ll discuss this in a minute” “No...” “No no no, Tommy seems to have some concerns about building a country from the ground up” (Tommy under) “Listen, listen, guys, guys, I was over there” (Quackity over) “So how about you take Tommy’s opinion into consideration? For once, for once in your life since you’ve never done so before” (Tommy under) “Can we please listen to me? You [Quackity] are not lis- you’re not lis- you’re actually speaking over me”

This is the first one of many conversations this stream where the fight has moved from the power pissing context Wilbur and Quackity had going on to Tommy. It’s also where they starting weaponizing him more and more (his traumas as well as the other’s treatment of him) while each trying to prove that they’re better for him then the other. Of course this isn’t actually about Tommy, it’s about power once again. Quackity has undeniably noticed by now how Wilbur treats Tommy (aka as an extension of himself) together with being pissed that Wilbur challenged him on his own territory (challenging Las Nevadas which is Quackity’s most prized possession) so he decided to repay him in kind. 

From here on out Tommy seems to spiral more, standing up for himself less, looking more and more uncomfortable (especially when the other two start bringing up his traumatic experiences) and slipping back into dissociation and self-loathing behaviour.

“You showed great interest for my country Tommy and I would like to speak to you about that” “Yes” “Wilbur I don’t think you’ll hold Tommy down and make him join your country” “I have utter fate that Tommy will make the right decision” (both of them starting to put pressure on him, subtly influencing him with their wording) 

Tommy and Quackity have a chat together alone (though Wilbur is listening in). 

First thing that happens is Quackity bringing up the hotel which Wilbur implies later was done maliciously, though we don’t know if Quackity knew that the ownership of it didn’t go back to Tommy once he came back to life.

Afterwards Tommy asks Quackity about his scar. 

“If I’m gonna speak to you I want you to be honest with me, ‘cause I’ve spent quite a lot of time with people who just bullshit me, they lie to me and I’m not doing that anymore” (this is one of Tommy’s 2 priorities in life right now. What he wants can be boiled down to honesty and safety)

Quackity does explain honestly what happened, though the information that they spent their time hunting down Techno while Tommy was in exile instead of trying to help him does understandably upset Tommy quite a bit. (Also Wilbur finally makes himself a sword).

“But if this [butcher army] was while I was in exile you’re meaning to tell me that you put in all of the effort to kill Techno instead of helping me?” (...) “You know I needed help and no one came to see me” (this set back his mentality regarding exile quite a bit I’d guess. The anger is more then understandable)

Quackity doesn’t deny the accusations but he does deflect a bit saying that they can talk about it another time and that he is not Tommy’s enemy to which Tommy agrees.

“How would you like to run the official food business of Las Nevadas” (this is Quackity’s big offer for Tommy)

(Wilbur putting pressure on Tommy in the meantime)

After this Wilbur intervenes directly inquiring on wether or not they were done. Quackity tries to get in a last minute sale pitch to Tommy who is getting quite overwhelmed and asks for some time to think (which he is now given by Quackity, but not later by Wilbur)

Wilbur also expresses worry for Tommy’s safety while they’re coming back, though how sincere it is it’s unknown (I think it's at least partially sincere worry, but I doubt that's all there is to it). That said I want to say that multiple times in this stream Wilbur has seemingly shown to be protective of Tommy when it comes to Quackity, often almost treating him as if he was incapable of defending himself (as if he couldn’t 1v2 the two of them easily). For example here, even though Tommy said that he can take care of himself Wilbur immediately responds out loud with an: “okay I’m coming” and bringing out his sword.

“Listen Tommy I heard what he was saying to you man and you don’t seriously believe that do you?” (keeping the question very open so that Tommy can interject his own doubts. Also Quackity technically didn’t lie once to Tommy and, while there was a bit of deflection on his part so far he hasn’t been all that manipulative if I’m being honest)

Wilbur proceeds to tell Tommy that if he stays with Quackity he’ll be nothing more then a caterer (strongly implying that that’s not something he wants) and Tommy chimes in saying that that’s not for him.

“Listen Tommy I’m not gonna stop you but, I’ll be honest with you man, you’re all I’ve got” (set up for the guilt tripping later as well as once again putting himself in the position of the victim so that Tommy won’t leave him. Also he denies that Jack and Phil count as well because the first is too busy and he doesn’t agree with the political views of the latter)

“I wanna make a place where we can be safe for once. Tommy it’s been so long since we felt safe and man you deserve it. You’ve been through so much, you’ve done so much, Tommy you’ve changed the world! And all you’ve got to show for it is some scars and some trauma. Tommy you deserve this safety and this sanctuary and that’s why I wanna make it with you and you won’t get it over there”

Now this should sound familiar to quite a few people, mostly because it’s pretty similar to the tactic that Quackity himself uses. First identify the victim’s vulnerabilities and their desires (Tommy only wants 2 things and only one is connected to physical places so safety it is). Second relate to the victims experiences repeating that they do deserve to get what they so desperately want (check back Quackity’s conversation with Fundy if you want to see that done really well). And lastly emphasise that you’re the only one who can give them what they want.

“You know what has substance Tommy? Family. Blood” (what sparked back the canon sbi discourse)

“I haven’t- I don’t wanna make my mind now ‘cause it’s- it feels like-” “Tommy you need to make your mind now” (putting a ton of pressure onto Tommy, enough that Tommy is reminded of his time in prison)

“Tommy I love a challenge” (considering the context and the fact that this is in response to Tommy hesitating on who to join this is most definitely about him. Wilbur definitely still considers this, at least partially, part of his and Quackity’s game)

“If you pick Las Nevadas what am I gonna do? Man, what am I gonna do? I’d never hurt you. I’d never want anything bad for you Tommy” (mixing in a bit of guilt tripping with a bit of lies. Now, it’s probably not a lie that he wouldn’t want something bad for Tommy, but the thing about never hurting him? I mean, this stream is a proof of the cotrary)

“You can go with whatever you want, but just know what you’d do to me” (once again painting himself as the victim while guilt tripping Tommy)

“I put a lot of things to the side that I shouldn’t of. I prioritized the wrong things, I put revenge over humanity. I guess all I’m seeking right now is someone who’ll be honest with me and a place where I can feel safe”

Here it is, we got Tommy’s desire spelled out by him. This is what makes him so vulnerable to Wilbur’s manipulation, the fact that Wilbur knows how to pretend that he can offer this. Also the first part of this is another recognition of how unhealthy his mindset was while he was with Technoblade, which makes him saying that he betrayed Techno and feels guilty about that afterwards even more sad because he recognizes that being with Techno was not good for him but still bashes himself over leaving him even if he really didn’t have any other choice if he wanted to stay true to himself. It’s quite tragic and it’s once more a show of his self-loathing. 

“This can be a safe place for them [Techno and Tubbo]” (Wilbur is using the informations Tommy provided him in a moment of open vulnerability to manipulate him further)

Tommy then agrees to stay with Wilbur though he seems far from enthusiastic about it. He seems to believe Wilbur when he says he's gonna make a safe space for him and the people he cares about, but also seems hesitant to fully trust him.

“Big Q is gonna wish he never fucked with me” (still in regard to challenging Wilbur’s perceived ownership of Tommy)

The stream is far from over though. After that conversation between Wilbur and Tommy they start to build a stone penis over the lake and Wilbur and Quackity get in a very heated argument that leaves Tommy incredibly uncomfortable. The whole conversation consists in Wilbur and Quackity shouting at each other about things the other has done to Tommy (all traumatic for him) while Tommy makes himself smaller and shuts down. First Qauckity accuses Wilbur of emotionally manipulating Tommy (which is true), then Wilbur accuses Quackity of using the hotel against Tommy (which wasn’t actually true) and they keep going like that. 

“The one thing [the hotel] Tommy’s tried to do was a failure” (way to undermine achievements like putting Dream behind bars there... however to be exact this is a manipulation tactic known as “shaming” which consists in undermining the victim’s worth to foster feelings of inadequacy which makes them more vulnerable. It’s a tactic Wilbur has used quite often since Pogtopia)

“Great job Wilbur of doing to Tomminnit what you’ve done your entire fucking life” (Quackity does sound actually upset) 

“Don’t try to compare me to you Wilbur, me and you are not the same” (this does align to Quackity’s desire to not live in other people shadows any longer)

“Hey hey hey hey, don’t come near Tommy, don’t come near Tommy” “Will, Will, hey hey, let me speak! This is about me so let me speak! I don’t know I-” “I just don’t want him to hurt you. I just don’t want him to hurt you” “I can fend for myself. You weren’t here for a long time. I thought, I thought you [Wilbur] were gonna make me feel a little bit safer, let me tell you now either of you-” “Fellas fellas” “No shut the fuck up! I didn’t feel- that didn’t make me feel- that was weird, I didn’t- don’t do that either of you” 

Now this is both Wilbur once again babying Tommy and treating him as if he’s not capable of taking care of himself (it could be done out of sincere care, but that doesn’t make it any less patronizing) and Tommy actually standing up for himself. Tommy made himself as little as possible during their confrontation and didn’t utter a word and now he finally got a bit of confidence back to say that he didn’t like that and both of them still tried to interrupt him. And Wilbur immediately went to say that he won’t do it again, but Quackity will as if he didn’t listen to a word Tommy just said. That said after that Quackity does apologize to Tommy specifically (though how sincere that was is debatable and Wilbur also accepts the apology as well even if it wasn’t directed at him) and invites the both of them to have a tour of Las Nevadas. Tommy wanted to refuse the tour because he was already visibly overwhelmed, but Wilbur ignores him and proceeds to accept anyway. 

“Quackity I wanna say from here on, as much as we may have our disagreements here man I- we gotta leave Tommy out of this” (they don’t)

“Tommy I’ll take it back, I’m fine with you working here and still being, you know, as long as you still hang out with me and don’t leave me on my own I have no problems with you working here man” (except they both already put an incredible amount of pressure on him and Will in partucular already made him feel guilty for even considering sort of leaving him)

“At the end of the day it’s okay Tommy, you make your own decisions, but let me keep showing you around the TommyInnit res- uh, I mean the restourant” (very sneaky there Quackity. Naming things creates attachment btw) 

Btw, Quackity and Wilbur are still very tense, but they both put their differences aside in a split second to get Tommy away from the strip club, which honestly is just funny. Also once again Wilbur goes before Tommy inside the casino in case it’s dangerous.

They then gamble for a bit and Tommy bets Linda away and looses it. They then go up in the white tower. 

“This would be such a good point to just jump off and just end it. Woah” “no no no Tommy get down!” “Tommy get down from the rail” (casual reminder that Tommy is still extremely suicidal, though at least this time there was someone there to get him down)

Quackity and Wilbur have a small conversation while Tommy is still checking out the view which mostly consist in Quackity trying to find out more about the Revival Book (while feigning complete ignorance about it). 

Meanwhile while dissociating Tommy puts down some water to the side of the tower and then jumps in it while taking it away (therefore technically jumipng off, but not dying because his fall was slowed down). Quackity notices and immediately panics, while Wilbur places some water down for him so he can get back up. 

“Tommy come here, I’ve got you, I’ve always got you” (both helping and emphasizing his wish for Tommy to depend on him as much as he does on Tommy)

After that they talk for a while and Quackity brings up the conversation that he had with Wilbur which is the moment Wilbur realizes that the “You were right” in the book was referring to the pre-Pogtopia him. Also Wilbur talks about the things he’s lost (years of his life and people are the two things he mentioned). 

“There’s lots of people I wish I could see. Like I wish I could just tell them ‘I’m alive’ and apologize and also thank them” (I do think he’s sincere, but it does make me a bit sad that Tommy was not in the list of people who deserved an apology in Wilbur’s mind)

After that Quackity seems to take an interest in Wilbur’s plans specifically, but, before he can investigate further, Tommy gives him his own answer and declines his offer of manning the restaurant saying that that life is not for him, it’s too relaxed (Wilbur's reaction to it is also worth notice). 

“I don’t wanna run a food stand. Wilbur gets things done” (sorry to Tommy here, but, genuinely, when’s the last time Wilbur got something done without Dream’s or Tommy’s help?)

After this they get back on the topic of the Revive Book and Wilbur reveals that Dream is the one who brought him back. He also admits that he wants to thank Dream for saving him and describes him as his “hero” again. Quackity himself reveals that he has been visiting Dream.

“Oh who cares about Ghostbur?” “Don’t fucking say- don’t- he killed Ghostbur” (once again Tommy should not be here for this conversation considering how triggering the subject is for him)

“I can’t believe- you’re like a misinformed parent, you’re just wrong” (Tommy both pointing out that Wilbur is wrong and admitting that that’s due to a lack of information)

“The prison is not just this thing, this dandelion. No no no, the prison-” “How are you back then Tommy? If you died” “Dream killed me to prove a point. That he- (continues under) he’s omnipotent, he’s got this God complex” “Quackity I need to get in there”

Once again not letting Tommy speak even if Wilbur himself asked the question, though this time it may be because if he listened to Tommy’s story and his experience with Dream he would realize that there are some incongruences between the version of Dream he created in his mind and the real Dream. Between his hero and Tommy’s abuser who beat him to death to prove a point. This split in his mind in how he views Dream was already evident in the last stream with him fip flopping between wanting him dead or not. 

“Tommy, Tommy, I’m not gonna talk shit about them [Sam] without their presence here alright?” (Quackity being protective of his own business patners)

Also Tommy manages to deduce on his own what Quackity has been doing to Dream, though he gets to the conclusion with the wrong clues. Either way after finding out how to visit the prison Wilbur leaves in a hurry telling Tommy to go with him as well.

“I’m a big boy Tommy, I’m a big boy, I’ll be fine” “Wilbur I’m a big man, but I was not fine” (Tommy tries to explain Dream’s danger to Wilbur by making himself vulnerable again, but it doesn’t work as Wilbur doesn’t listen)

Afterwards Wilbur tells Tommy that he is going to the prison and ignores any of Tommy’s concerns on the matter.

“Tommy listen, I didn’t wanna spring things on you because I’m really trying not to be a shit person to you Tommy, right? I’m really really trying. And it’s easy, it’s easy not to be a shit person to you, right? Because we got people like Quackity over there who are just- you know he said it best I’m not gonna talk shit about him behind his back"

If he’s not trying to be a sh*t person to Tommy he is failing miserably. Truly this whole stream he either ignored him, talked over him, talked about incredibly triggering stuff in front of him or tried manipulating him. This was all their interactions summarized. Pettiness aside though, he still badmouths Quackity by handing Tommy the book and telling him that Quackity agreed with the “old Wilbur” (not specifying that he is referring to pre-Pogtopia Wilbur and that he himself still agrees with the “old him”) to villainize him. He also acts like Tommy is being unreasonable for not wanting him to go, despite having died there and having seen Ghostbur die there. Wilbur does say that he won’t go if Tommy really doesn’t want him to, but he leaves telling him they’ll talk about it again right after Tommy tells him this: 

“I don’t think you should do that, he’s more powerful then you think you are”

Left on his own Tommy reminisces of when he went to the prison looking for closure as well. He then borrows an ender chest from Quackity for his and Wilbur’s little stone shack and then goes to the middle of the lake to listen to cat. 

[ray-ray-writings]

UMM THIS

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe24dvmM/

Im sorry I know you are packed and busy but can I make a request based on that video?? BECAUSE HOT DAM JUST WILBUR ENTERING LIKE

‘WHAT IS THIS I HEARD ABOUT HURTING Y/N AND TOMMY ‘

LOOK AT THAT VIDEO LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME YOU ARENT SIMPING TO THAT MAN

I simply cannot tell you that because it would be untrue because I am SIMPING so hard…. Also this was way longer and had a lot more plot than I originally planned so…. There’s that lol. Hope you enjoy. (P.S. Because it’s so long, this is going to be the only post tonight, my brain is a bit fried rn lol. Have a great night everyone!)

Warnings: Mentions of very quickly losing a lot of weight, it’s brief but it’s there. As well as, manipulation from Dream. At one point the reader is like “wow it’s been three days since you hit me… Thanks Dream!” And a few swear words here and there. 

Before Wilbur died, you and Wilbur were married. It absolutely broke your heart to watch the love of your life lose his mind (and then his life) for the nation that you and he created to raise and protect your boys in. But you stood by his side until the very end. You held his hand as he died and clutched his body with Phil once it was over. Ghostbur gave you somewhat of a shock. Because you’re husband was back, and he remembered you. He was the man you had married. The person he was before the presidency, before the war, before L’Manberg… You’re Wilbur was back. But you were still sad. You couldn’t hug him or kiss him like you were able to and although he seemed to be right in front of you, it felt like he couldn’t be farther away. Ghostbur can see this and decides that if he can, he really wants to try to come back to life. He tells his father and older brother about this and so they begin planning and researching. In doing this, they kind of accidentally turn a blind eye to what is happening to you and Tommy. 

While those three are figuring out how to bring Wilbur back from the dead, you and Tommy are being harassed by Dream. Something else you lost when you lost Wilbur was protection from Dream. For some reason, Dream was always afraid of Wilbur. Perhaps it was his ability to always stand up for what he wanted and fight for the things he loves… Or perhaps it was because he was Techno’s brother. Doesn’t matter. Point is when you lost Wilbur you lost the protection from Dream. Dream threatens you and Tommy, trying to provoke Tommy and trick him into doing stuff so that Dream could get him in trouble and one day it finally works. Dream tells Tommy where George’s vacation house is because he knows that Tommy cannot resist checking a place out and looking through other people’s stuff. So Tommy drags Ranboo over there and while they’re there they accidentally knock over a lantern and burn some of the house and some of the chests. On the other side of the server, Dream is in your home, poking fun at you for losing your husband and telling you that it was partially your fault and just stuff like that. You didn’t react. You never could when talking to Dream. But his words stung and slashed deep, and he knew it. Finally after a while of this, Tommy comes bursting through your front door, out of breath and seemingly panicked. “What’s the matter?” You ask softly, leaving your kitchen and going to comfort your boy. Tommy is about to spill everything but when he looks up he sees Dream and immediately swallows his words. “We were playing tag… That’s all… Tag” he says. You absolutely do not believe him but you catch his gaze and know that whatever he’s done he cannot say it in front of Dream. So you decide you’ll just have to wait…. You don’t have to wait long. 

“You burnt down George’s vacation home?” Dream’s deadly tone sounds from the kitchen. Your eyes widen and scan Tommy’s face and the look that overtakes him, you know it’s true. “I did not burn it down… I knocked over a lantern and a small fire broke out… I tried to repair everything, it’s fine.” Tommy insists. But Dream seems too pissed to listen to reason. “Come with me” he hisses, marching forward and snatching Tommy’s wrist tightly and marching out of the house. A small whimper left Tommy’s lips as he was pulled causing you to fly into a rage. “Let go of him!” you demand, chasing after them. Dream doesn’t listen and so you reach out and shove his shoulder causing him to stumble, let go of Tommy’s wrist and whip around to face you too. A chilling smile rests on his face, “Oh you just messed up big time.” Before you can react, he reaches out, grabs your wrist, grabs Tommy’s again and continues on down the Prime Path. You’d try to fight it but the grip on your wrist was just too strong. Dream pulls you to Tubbo and immediately jumps on the boy. He explains what happened as well as says that you assaulted him and that he wants you two exiled from L’Manberg or there will be hell to pay. Dream tells Tubbo he will start a war and will kill everyone and everything if his orders are not followed. You can tell Tubbo really doesn’t want to, but it’s something he has to do. Tubbo lets out a small sigh and nod, “Okay Dream. You win.” He murmurs, not looking at Tommy’s betrayed face. “Excellent choice, Mr. President,” the man spits out. “Tubbo” Tommy utters broken heartedly, staring at his best friend, silently begging him to say sike… It never comes. “Dream please escort Tommy and Y/N out of my country.” “With pleasure” You wrist is seized again and you’re being dragged away from your home. 

After you three get out of the SMP, Dream lets go of your wrists and lets you walk for yourself. You approach Tommy and wrap a comforting arm around him. “It’s going to be okay Tommy. Everything is going to be okay.” You comfort the young boy who sighs and nods, “I just can’t believe that he would throw me under the bus like that,” Tommy murmurs. “I know kiddo. I know.” You follow Dream for a very long time until he is satisfied that you are far enough away from the rest of the SMP. “Okay, we stop here… Put your stuff in this hole,” Dream commands, digging a small hole for the two of you to throw your stuff in. You let out a scoff and roll your eyes, “No way. You’ve already forced us into exile. There’s no way we’re giving you our stuff.” Dream’s face flushed a bright red before he lurched forward and grabbed you. Putting in a headlock to where you’re back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your throat while he has a crossbow to your head. “I’ve had enough of you fucking attitude Y/N. You have no power here. I do. I’m in charge and when I say to do something, you do it. If I ask you to jump, the only thing you may ask after that is “How high?” Do you understand?” You don’t speak, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of obedience. But then the tip of the arrow digs into the side of your head causing you to let out a small pained whimper, “I said, do you understand?” he demands again. “Yes” you finally whimper out. He moves the crossbow away from your skull and lets you go and shoves you forward, stumbling into Tommy who catches you and stabilizes you. “Put your stuff in the hole… Now” he growls, not in the mood for any more ‘games’. You and Tommy share a look and then a sigh and slowly put your things in the hole like he demanded. And you could only watch as he placed TNT above it and blew up everything. All of your items that you had worked hard for… Gone in a moment. Dream leaves with a cackle. You and Tommy are just there. Shocked. Finally, after a few moments, you’re able to shake yourself out of it. “Okay… Let’s get started, there’s no time to waste.” Tommy just looks at you and then he sighs and nods. “Let’s do it then.” The two of you spend the rest of the day gathering materials and building yourself a little shelter. You were all alone… At least you were all alone with your brother.

As we all know, Dream comes back almost every day. He comes back, blows up your stuff and leaves. The first time he came back you tried to stop him… It didn’t go well. “Dream, please he just-“ He cut off your words with a harsh slap across the face. It sends you flying and leaves your head spinning. “Haven’t you learned yet? Stuff. Hole. Now.” And you have no choice but to obey. You watch with a broken heart as Tommy slowly begins to actually trust Dream and believe him when he says that no one misses him. You do your best to be there for him and convince him that it’s not true but as days go by and no one, not even your Ghostbur, you can’t help but slowly believe that they’ve forgotten about you two. As time goes on, it seems that you and Tommy fade. You lose a lot of weight. Your food source is scarce and you have to do a lot of work because you’re restarting every. single. day. You get hurt a lot easier and it takes a lot more time to recover. Every once in a while, Dream will physically hurt you. Whether it a slap or a small sword slash, he does it just to make sure you still remember who’s in charge. You just learn to take it and deal with it. It hurts, but at least it’s you and not Tommy. Ranboo visits you once and is horrified at what he sees. He’s worried about you, but knows he can do basically nothing to help you. He makes a mental note to tell someone about it back in the SMP…. And even though he has memory problems, this is one thing he cannot forget. 

On the other side of the SMP, Philza, Techno, and Ghostbur have done it. They’ve cracked it. They have figured out how to bring Ghostbur back to life and to bring back Wilbur. The three make the plan and tell no one, especially not you. (Yeah…. They don’t even realize that you and Tommy aren’t around rn lol) They want to make sure this works before they tell anyone. So they do all the prep and the work and then they perform the ritual. They perform it in a cave somewhere just a little bit away from Techno’s house so that absolutely no one would know where they are or what they were doing. They begin just as nightfalls. Carefully completely each step and making sure they’re doing everything just right, knowing if they fuck up one small thing it’s over and they won’t be able to get Wilbur back. The three complete the final step and wait…. Nothing happens. “Fuck!” Techno curses, his eyes falling to the book, “We did everything right! It should have worked!” “Techno calm down, we’re all upset but at least we-” Philza doesn’t get to finish. All of the sudden a bright light floods the room. The light? It’s coming from Ghostbur. “Uhh guys?” the ghost questions in fear as he is levitated off the ground. Philza and Techno cannot look at him for fear of going blind. Ghostbur is unsure of what is happening but then the shredding pain fills his body. A scream rips from his throat as his whole form begins to physicalize. The skin begins to become real as the bones, blood, organs, and all other internal body parts forms. All memories that Ghostbur had forgotten flood Wilbur’s mind as his whole life flashes before his eyes, reminding him of everything. It only lasts a few moments more before the light fades and Wilbur is dropped from the air. His body hits the ground with an extremely harsh thump. He feels the impact and lets out a groan. His whole body is sore… But he’s there. He’s real and most importantly he’s alive. “Wilbur?” Philza asks hesitantly. Wilbur lets out another groan. The two standing men share a look before rushing to his side. They kneel beside him and gently reach out. Don’t tell anyone but tears threaten to fall from both men’s eyes, Philza and Techno’s, as their hands actually are able to touch Wilbur and they don’t go through him as if he were a ghost. They gently help him from his side to laying on his back. At the movement, Wilbur opens his eyes and is met with the tear laced ones of two of his family members. “Hey guys” he manages to croak out, “how’s it going” “Wilbur” Philza breaks, a tear streaming down his cheek before he lurches forward and wraps the boy into a warm hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” the older man sobs to his son. “Shhhh,” Wilbur calms his father, “It’s okay Dadza. I wanted it. You did what you had to do. It’s okay.” To the two’s surprise’s Techno’s buff arms wrap around the two and join in the hug. “It’s uhhh… it’s good to see you Wilbur” Techno grumbles, not really liking the emotion that had built up in his chest. Wilbur let out a soft laugh, “Good to see you too Tech.” 

The sweet moment is broken by someone calling Techno’s name a little ways away from the cave. At first, they elect to ignore it, but then the voice calls again, this time for Philza and they can tell now that whoever it is, is panicking. So the two help Wilbur up and gently help him out of the cave. They look out over the snow and find Ranboo there, standing on Techno’s front porch. “Ranboo!” Techno calls out causing the tall boy to turn around and then run at them. “Techno! Phil!.... Is that Wilbur? Like actual real Wilbur? He’s alive?” Ranboo asks, his tone still slightly panicked. “Yes Ranboo… It’s a long story but to sum it up we managed to bring Wilbur back to life… Now why are you here and why are you panicked.” Ranboo’s eyes shift back to Wilbur and gulps, “I knew you weren’t going to like this… But now you’re really not going to like this… Dream is hurting Y/N and Tommy…” All three, especially Wilbur, snap to attention at that. “What?” Wilbur asks harshly. Ranboo gulps and nods before diving into his story. He tells them about your exile and how Dream has been treating you two, blowing up your stuff and even physically harming Y/N. He tells them that Dream has the two convinced that nobody cares about them anymore. The three go stiff at that. Have they all been so focused they really missed all of this? Well time to go right some wrongs. It is almost as if all ache and tiredness left Wilbur’s body at the thought of his spouse being hurt, especially at the hands of Dream. He straightens up and takes a few steps toward Ranboo, “Take them to us” he speaks, his tone pretty damn dark. Ranboo nods and quickly turns around and leads the three men back to the exile spot. 

Back in exile, you and Tommy built a house… Logsted! It wasn’t exactly your taste, but it made Tommy happy so you lived in it together. You had woken up, actually feeling kind of good. The bruises and nicks on your face had slowly begun to heal and Dream hadn’t hit you in the past three days. You had a nice dinner last night, you and Tommy had found some chickens and made a small chicken farm a little ways away from the house so that way Dream couldn’t easily find it, but point is you had chicken for dinner… that’s what I was getting at… I’ll move on. So long story short, you were feeling good. The sun had risen and so Tommy and you were just kind of waiting for Dream to show up so you could get the daily blowing up over with. And like clockwork, he shows up, but for some reason he’s angry. For the past couple days he’d actually be pleasant to be around, greeting you asking you how you’ve been. But today was different. He slammed the door open and begins digging a hole in the middle of Logstedshire… That’s really weird. He was going to blow up the stuff inside the house? No way. But he points to the hole and you know he wants you to dump your items in. You move to the hole but don’t throw your stuff in, “Inside the house? Can we please go outside, I don’t want to ruin our hard work” wrong thing to say. A growl escapes Dream’s lips as he reaches forward and slaps you hard across the face, harder than he’s ever slapped you. It is enough to make you dizzy, but you don’t even have time to recover because his hand is in your hair, yanking it back forcing you to look at him. “You stupid bitch. You would think that after all this time, you would have learned by now… I mean you were doing so so well. But it just seems that you never learn your lesson… Guess I’ll have to teach you yet again.” And he pulls out his sword and points it at your stomach, ready to slice you again. Just as he’s about to harm you, the door swings open again and someone stumbles in. They lean against the doorframe with their hand grabbing the top of the frame. You can hear Tommy let out a gasp and you watch Dream’s eyes widen in fear. “So Dream,” an all too familiar voice calls, “What’s this about hurting Y/N and Tommy now?” And then you’re let go by Dream. You crash to the ground, fall flat on your ass, but you manage to scramble to a stand as you stare at the door frame in complete... Shock? Amazement? Fear? You can’t tell. You’re husband, Wilbur, is standing there in the flesh. Literally in the flesh. He’s alive again and you cannot believe it. “Wilbur” Dream stutters out, “You’re alive? How-” “That doesn’t matter, Dream. What matters is the fact that you’ve been hurting Y/N and Tommy… We can’t have that. So now what is going to happen is I’m going to take my family back to L’Manberg and you are never going to hurt them again,” Wilbur announces, moving ever so slightly further into the room. Seeming to have recovered just a bit from shock, Dream actually retorts, “Or what?”. Two more people enter the house and it causes Dream to blanch even further. “I think you know what… now run along.” Not wanting to risk it, Dream takes off running. 

Once you’re sure he’s gone, you allow yourself to speak. “Wilbur?” You whisper out, still not sure if this is real or if you’re dreaming. Wilbur’s attention shifts to you and he completely soften. “Hello,” he greets with a soft smile on his face, taking a few steps toward you, “Have you missed me?” Deciding you don’t care if he’s real or not, you rush forward and throw yourself into his arms. You, like Philza and Techno, almost cry at the feeling of your body’s connecting. He’s here. He’s real. And he’s alive. His arms wrap around you and hold you to him so tightly, you almost can’t breathe. But you don’t care. You’re hugging your husband. You’re actually hugging your husband. “I missed you so much, Wilby. I mean we had Ghostbur but it wasn’t the same. I missed you,” you mumble into his shoulders, the tears slowly falling out of your eyes. His hand comes up and slowly pets your head, in silent comfort and reassurance. 

After a few minutes you pull away slightly, “How are you-” You’re cut off by his lips pressing against your and you cannot help but melt. It has been months since his passing and this was just the absolute best feeling in the world. You kiss back with so much passion it makes your head spin, this time in a good way. It’s also probably the only time ever his brother’s didn’t fake vomit at the sight of you kissing. You only pull back to catch a breath, but right as you breathe in, Wilbur’s lips are back on yours. The process repeats a few times, before you manage to breathe out a “Will,” causing him to pull back, but leaving his forehead resting on yours and his lips just hovering above yours. “Yes my love,” he mumbles to you. “Can we go home please” you ask, not wanting to be here at Logstedshire any longer. He gives you a warn grin, leaning the inch forward and kissing you once more before giving his answer. “Of course my love. Let’s get out of here.” 

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (April 26/2021) - L’Sandburg

Foolish and Puffy are both reeling from the events of the Red Banquet. Foolish confronts a familiar foe in his mind while Puffy works through her grief.

After Foolish’s lore, Bad, Antfrost, Purpled, HBomb and Foolish get involved in a new conflict, as Bad declares his  walled-off tollbooth on Foolish’s road a new nation called “L’Sandburg.” Foolish, mad that Bad would attempt to occupy a spot on his land, intervenes. Bad ends up declaring war.

Later, after things settle, Puffy is invited to L’Sandburg but instead attempts to take over the nation, declaring it “L’Puffburg.”

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VOD LINKS:

Foolish

Captain Puffy

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- There’s a flashback to the Red Banquet from Foolish’s perspective, watching as Puffy and Antfrost argue.

- As Foolish dies, the screen goes black. The Egg speaks.

"YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME AGAIN.”

- Foolish gasps and wakes in the green beacon light within the Temple of Undying. He’s confused -- he’s immortal. But that was different.

The Egg makes noises, then speaks -- but not in reverse.

“I...am..in your mind...”

“I am IN YOUR SOUL.”

“No, no no no no, this is -- this is just tricks! Games! This is just something new!”

“IT IS NOT A TRICK.”

“Is this -- is this the Egg? It’s tough to forget a voice like that.”

“CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT. I HAVE MANY NAMES AS YOU KNOW, BUT YOU’VE FORGOTTEN.”

“What do you mean? No no no, I have never heard you before, it wasn’t that long ago that I first met you. You’re something new, something I’ve never met before.”

“I AM AN ANCIENT ONE. EVEN MORE ANCIENT THAN YOU.”

“So I guess...I guess I was wrong -- I’m not afraid of you! Even after all that, I am still not afraid.”

“AFRAID? YOU ARE TRULY FOOLISH IF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE STRONGER THAN ME! YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID.”

“Maybe...maybe I had it wrong. Maybe I thought I was stronger. But...but I’m still here! I’m still here. And where are you? How’d that Banquet go?”

“FOOLISH...WHEN WE MET, YOU SAID YOU FEARED NOTHING. BUT NOW? I CAN SENSE YOUR FEAR, FOOLISH.”

“No...no.”

“YOU FEAR DEATH ITSELF, DON’T YOU?”

“No, no...you don’t know! You don’t know anything about me!”

“I...KNOW WHO YOU ARE...EVEN THOUGH...YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN SOME OF WHAT YOU ARE.”

“And? Enlighten me, tell me something. Tell me something that only I would know!”

“I KNOW...OF YOUR SECRET PLACE THAT YOU HAVE TOLD OF NO OTHER!”

“Be more specific.”

“FOOLISH...I KNOW WHAT YOU KEEP IN THERE. FOOLISH...”

“You could be lying. Where?”

“HOW CAN I BE LYING, WHEN I CAN HEAR YOUR VERY THOUGHTS?”

“How do I get you out of my head? I’m not -- you’re still trying to get me to join your side, that’s not gonna happen!”

“FOOLISH...YOU ARE WEAK! FOOLISH. YOU ARE CAPABLE OF SO MUCH MORE! BUT YOU CHOOSE PEACE. AND YOU WASTE YOUR DAYS BUILDING...PATHETIC. YOU HAVE MORE POWER THAN YOU KNOW.”

“No...no, you have it wrong! I’ve tried that, okay? I’ve tried power in the past and it doesn’t work! It doesn’t work. You can’t just use overwhelming force. It worked for short term at best.”

“POWER! POWER IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS, FOOLISH! YOU OF ALL SHOULD KNOW THAT. HOW ELSE CAN YOU SAVE YOURSELF FROM DYING, FOOLISH?”

“You think...you think I’m weak? You think there’s strength -- there’s strength in what I do! Let me explain to you. Let me explain to you why I build.”

“Before, I was reckless and wild. I used to believe wielding godlike powers and a sword gave me some sort of control. But it all led me down a path of violence, and anger, mistrust. I can’t control the actions of the world through overwhelming power. It doesn’t work, just doesn’t. But building provides two important elements in my life. Creation and control...”

- Foolish walks back to the mainland as the Egg continues to speak with him.

- Foolish heads to Church Prime as the Egg keeps asking to join him. It says that it knows about Foolish’s deal with Ranboo.

“Hm. So maybe you do know something. Which is all the more reason I need to be rid of you. And you can go back to whatever dark abyss of the Nether you came from!”

“FOOLISH, STOP. WHY ARE WE FIGHTING? IT’S NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU TO JOIN ME. I WILL MAKE YOU STRONG AGAIN. DEEP DOWN YOU MISS THE POWER YOU ONCE HELD. 

GO BACK TO BEING A TOTEM OF DEATH, AND TOGETHER, WE CAN RULE AND CREATE PEACE. PEACE IS WHAT YOU WANT. RIGHT, FOOLISH?”

- Foolish tells the Egg it doesn’t work that way. The Egg says it can and it will. Foolish asks if it has any last words.

“I AM A PART OF YOU, FOOLISH. YOU CANNOT GET RID OF ME.”

“No...then I mean this in the most polite way possible...”

“Go to Hell.”

- Foolish submerges himself in the waters of Church Prime as the Egg shouts. When he emerges, it’s gone.

- He wonders if anyone is still alive from the Banquet. He walks down the Prime Path, not understanding why he’s afraid of death.

“There was that brief second before that sword...I don’t see beauty in mortality.”

- He jumps down into the spider spawner and makes his way down the hallway, but he hesitates. He needs to calm down.

- Foolish heads back home. Did the Egg know better than him? Is it saying things that he’s afraid to admit? 

- He makes it back to the temple, wondering if it’s really safe. Even if he can die, why is he so afraid? 

- He opens the secret door and walks down the staircase. He still doesn’t fault the members of the Eggpire for the Egg’s control. He retrieves his things from the basement.

- He just needs to rest. Foolish returns to the beacon light.

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- Bad creates a three-block-wide area on Foolish’s path to the Nether portal and claims ownership of it. He constructs walls around it and declares it the Town of L’Sandburg. 

- As a gift, Foolish gives Bad a bed and the HBomb catmaid service coupon.

- Bad creates Halobucks. Antfrost arrives to help Bad, and they request more sandstone to build with.

- Foolish gives Antfrost the Sword of XD to kill Bad with. Now, Antfrost and Bad have defenses for L’Sandburg. They refuse to give the sword back.

- Foolish attempts to negotiate with Antfrost to kill Bad in exchange for the supplies. Antfrost is reluctant, as Bad is the ruler of L’Sandburg and he doesn’t with to betray his country.

- Antfrost changes into his maid skin. Foolish asks for his sword back.

- They do an exchange of supplies, but Bad doesn’t give Foolish his sword. Foolish, frustrated that he is unable to break his vow of pacifism, calls in some help: he tells HBomb about the possibility of maid service for Bad.

- Purpled joins the call and logs on. Bad invites him to join L’Sandburg.

- Bad and Ant inform Foolish that he must pay a toll to pass through the path.

- Purpled arrives to join L’Sandburg. He is their lawyer.

- Foolish gets Purpled to kill Bad and then pays him. Purpled also kills Antfrost.

- Foolish says he’ll give Purpled a block of Netherite. Antfrost offers emeralds, but Purpled weighs the options and decides Foolish’s offer is better and continues to kill the L’Sandburgians.

- Bad threatens to declare it an international incident.

- Purpled starts mining bits of L’Sandburg, but Bad stops him, saying he has to take it up with the court. Purpled isn’t one for politics. Bad warns them that if they continue, he’ll have to declare war.

- Bad says they’re bringing HBomb over to act as a judge. Purpled says that’s his cue to leave and heads off. Foolish lets him know that he might need a favor later.

- HBomb arrives in his catmaid outfit and Ant asks him to join L’Sandburg. HBomb becomes a citizen of L’Sandburg. 

- Bad hands Foolish a representation of the court papers (a single arrow) as HBomb exits L’Sandburg to carve out his own country neighboring them. Ant says he can have dual citizenship. 

- H creates a running stream of water and a wall of wood and declares his new country: L’damburg.

- He also creates a seat in the sun and offers Foolish take some time in L’tanburg.

- He then makes a ton of cars and welcomes Foolish to L’jamburg.

HBomb: “Wait, are you streaming?”

Foolish: “Yeah.”

HBomb: “Welcome to L’camburg.”

(Foolish tells chat to never become a pacifist)

- HBomb lights a piece of TNT and explodes L’tanburg, declaring it now L’bamburg. 

- Bad declares that L’Sandburg’s borders, now the entire chunk, have now extended into L’damburg. They now have territory for agriculture.

- Foolish asks, how are they even a country? Do they even have a declaration? One way or another, Foolish says, they can have their little fantasy for a bit but then L’Sandburg is getting destroyed.

- Rat is a canonical L’Sandburg member

- He asks how to make a TNT cannon. Bad warns him against that, saying it would violate their peace treaty.

- Bad declares war on Foolish’s summer home over a piece of cake.

- Bad annexes a block of cactus into L’Sandburg. Foolish is outraged, insisting that this is his land.

Bad: “You will rue the day, Foolish, you started war with L’Sandburg.”

- Bad starts building a wooden one-block-wide pathway to annex territory to the cactus. Foolish gives in and says that they can have this strip of land officially, but not anymore land or else Foolish will have to bring in necessary forces.

- After learning that the cactus has been around for centuries, Bad realizes that L’Sandburg must be older than Foolish’s summer home!

Bad: “Everything the eye can see must be L’Sandburg!”

...

Foolish: “The strength of my patience is the reason you’re alive.”

- HBomb gets injured from falling outside the strip and Bad says Foolish needs to pay for the damages.

- To be good neighbors, Bad offers to let Foolish keep the strip and the cactus, and L’Sandburg and L’Damburg will stay within their chunks. In exchange for the ancient cactus, Bad requests stacks of sandstone.

- HBomb pulls Bad aside, suggesting they form a new nation: L’hamburg. They claim another chunk.

- Bad starts building a statue to Rat. Foolish blurts that he doesn’t want a statue of that “ugly creature” and Bad and H both stop and look at him. HBomb immediately starts building a wall between them.

- Foolish walks into L’Sandburg, checks a chest and is outraged when he finds that the L’Sandburgians/L’damburgians have been stealing supplies from him. 

- Foolish insults how ugly L’hamburg is. Bad leaves. 

- HBomb explains that he is not a citizen of L’Sandburg now, but L’damburg, and that L’bamburg and L’damburg are the same.

- Foolish tells HBomb that he will wait and get rid of L’Sandburg later. HBomb asks if that’s a threat.

Foolish: “That wasn’t a threat, just a promise.”

Foolish: “We strike at dawn.”

- HBomb points out that Foolish hired Purpled to kill them. He’s the judge.

- While H continues to work on L’damburg, Foolish performs the Shift Dance.

- Bad returns. H has to leave, but he tells Bad to keep an eye on the ‘burgs. Bad suggests he and Foolish create a peace treaty. 50% off toll, and in exchange they have peace.

- Foolish asks, what if someone else isn’t peaceful? Bad would consider that an act of war on his part. He offers to gift Foolish L’hamburg.

- The only thing, Bad says, is that Foolish can’t get rid of the L’Sandburg capital. With that, he departs.

- Foolish says he might keep the tower, but he’ll have to do this later.

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- Puffy examines her Netherite axe. The axe that she killed her best friend with. She still can’t believe what happened. Worse than Foolish dying, she stooped to their level and took a life. She swore she wouldn’t be like them.

- Antfrost was right. She failed. She understands why people didn’t fight for L’manburg now.

“Chaos always wins. Despite all odds, despite everything you think you can do to fix the situation, to help each other, to persevere...you can’t.”

- She doesn’t know where Foolish is, but killing Antfrost didn’t fix anything. 

- There’s somewhere she hasn’t been in a long time. She’s done with Bad, done with Ant -- but at least Ant has a reason to hate her now. By killing Foolish, they’d hurt her more than if they’d killed her.

- Nothing excuses what she did. She’ll face the consequences for killing Antfrost later. She acted on her emotions, but she’d do it again.

“Maybe the only way to have people listen to me, to take me seriously, is to instill fear in them. And that’s not who I want to be, but if it’s who I have to be, if I have to be the villain in everyone’s story? Then that’s the choice I’ll make.”

- The Captain’s Log was meant to document her progress as a knight. Now, this book is her undoing. She goes down into her underground base, looking at the signs on the wall.

“You can’t connect the dots, you can’t see anything coming because everybody you think you know about everyone on this server is a lie! Everything you know, you can’t trust anybody!”

“Even the sweetest of people, the closest of people, the people that you have trusted since day one? They’ll turn, because everybody on this server has a dark side, whether they like to think it or not, whether it’s been shown yet, whether it’s been revealed, everybody -- everybody including me! Including the quote unquote ‘mother,’ the ‘protector of the server,’ even me! Because I could be worse than all of them! And the best part is is that they’ll never see it coming.” 

“Some people are predictable...I’m not one of them.”

- Puffy writes in her Captain’s Log, changing “What it means to be a knight” to “What it means to be a villain...”

DON’T TRUST ANYONE.

NOT EVEN YOURSELF.

A DAY WILL COME WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND BE THE PERSON YOU RECOGNIZE LEAST IN THIS WORLD.

“Trust...trust is the biggest weakness there is. Trust is what separates strangers from friends. From security, from vulnerability. Trust is weakness, and...on this server, you can’t have any weakness, because if they find out, if anybody finds out you have a weakness, they’ll use it against you.”

- A new era of peace isn’t going to happen. Puffy will bring a new era of darkness. There are few people who haven’t broken their loyalty yet, and she’ll keep an eye out. But to the people that failed her, 

“To those people, I say...’welcome to Doomsday.’“

---

- After discussion about Puffy’s height, Bad tells Puffy that he’s forming a new nation if she would like to join. A nation called L’Sandburg.

- Puffy arrives at L’Sandburg. The capital tower has been renovated, the base reinforced with obsidian.

- Puffy asks if this is canon. Bad says yes, this is his tower. (After Puffy gets mad at him for killing her son, Bad says it’s maybe not that level of canon)

- Bad lets Puffy into the L’Sandburg capital.

- Puffy asks what the point of L’Sandburg is. Bad explains that it’s a sort of tollbooth on Foolish’s road. The toll depends on how much armor a person is wearing. The more shiny, fancy armor, the higher the toll, because that person can afford to pay more.

- Puffy starts twerking to test the road durability. She pays a toll of carrots with one steak. Bad plans to increase toll amounts as the nation improves infrastructure. 

- Bad tries to arrest Puffy and put her into toll jail for bypassing the toll, but he gives up and walks away when she says no. Puffy points out that his security system is not very good, and Bad starts to see the problem here.

- Puffy walks into the toll booth and Bad asks her to pay a toll of five carrots this time. The price has gone up due to inflation. Puffy turns the tables and starts charging Bad toll to enter L’Sandburg, declaring this territory “L’Puffburg.”

- Bad bypasses the toll by saying he’s ready for hot girl summer and agrees to let Puffy keep ownership of the top floor of the capital.

- L’Sandburg is apparently Bad’s “vacation country.”

- Bad and Puffy hang out in L’Sandburg/L’Puffburg some more and Bad plays around sticking his head out of sand and doing various voices.

- Antfrost arrives. 

- Ant changes into Badboyhalo in a maid outfit.

- Bad and Antfrost fight. Antfrost runs out of L’Sandburg and Bad chases after him, threatening to take his second canon life, telling him to accept his death like a good potato.

- Antfrost kills Bad. Puffy tells them to put their weapons away so that they can have a proper duel. They fight a second time.

- Ant and Puffy say goodnight and leave Bad to work in L’Sandburg.

---

Upcoming events remain the same.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Alternate Endings (Pt. 2)

Title: Alternate Endings (Pt. 2) 

Genre: more angst, possibly more than the last part. this is your warning. 

Pairing: Victor Nikiforov x GN!Reader

Notes: This is a part 2 to the previous part, and I still used the angst prompt list from the aforementioned previous parts to form this piece.

With that said, I think that this will be the only part following the first unless I can find some way to continue the storyline. I intend to keep the ending somewhat depressing and sad, so I guess proceed with caution due to such. 

If you want something similar to this for any other character, please let me know, though! I may also mention that this went from a drabble, to a scenario, and now borders on an imagine - I can’t help that I got caught up! 

Part 1

Below the cut! 

You practically fell off the face of the Earth as soon as you left. 

Harboring all of the money you saved and deciding upon negotiations to make with your employer, you left Russia. You left Japan. You just...left. 

Travelling became a huge part of your life afterwards, and though many people had tried to regain contact with you, you ignored most of them - save for a few. Only Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuko Nishigori were available to your whims, but they were still advised to stay as quiet as possible regarding your whereabouts. 

You changed your whole appearance, changed your mindset, and even changed something as generally miniscule as your wardrobe. Still, as much as you did change and throw away, you couldn’t rid yourself of the many frivolous gifts that Victor had given you over the years. 

Some things you just can’t give up, but you knew that it would be fine. At the very least, you had something that would never let you forget about him. 

Victor, on the other hand, fell off the deep end. 

He had come across the note you’d slipped under his hotel room door and for the first time in a long time, he cried. A true mess was what Yuuri had come across, and as many times that he was able to help him through unconventional methods, this was nearly impossible. 

Victor didn’t leave Japan, but he did become so reclusive that even Yakov was extremely worried upon finding out about the occurrence from an offhand comment that Yurio made when talking to Yuuko over the phone before practice. 

Everyone around him saw the typically extravagant man become so dulled by misery that it became painful to watch. 

He didn’t even know where to start since he’d already tried to find you - looking everywhere that he knew you loved, everywhere that he knew you were often obligated to be at - but had failed to do so. 

It wasn’t until, when Yurio was free, that he overheard him and Yuuko talking at the front desk of the rink as Yuuri was warming up and he was getting his skates on. 

“Yeah, they’re in America right now. They just got a raise, actually - they were even thinking of dropping in when they get enough saved up,” Yuuko recollected, excitement dripping from her tone. 

“Well, they’d have to come by when Victor isn’t here. That would also mean that I’d be gone, but at least you could update me,” Yurio responded. He seemed more nonchalant about the whole thing, but Victor became hysterical. 

Granted, he did suppress what he could to eavesdrop further. 

“Of course! I am still a little worried about them, though - you remember how Victor had gone crazy trying to find them?” Yurio grunted in response. “Well, what if he decides to do something impulsive again and leave mid-competition?” 

The light-blonde teenager in front of Yuuko flinched at the thought. “That’s a good point...but we’ll never know unless it happens when it does.” 

A solemn chill fell upon the two, but the conversation split onto Yurio’s next routine and Victor left it to them. He stared wide-eyed, in pure disbelief, at the wall of lockers in front of him. 

“So they’re...(Y/n)’s in America....”

Ideas began to run through his head as the room became eerily quiet. Even Yuuri, who was sat in the corner and preferred a calm and quiet atmosphere, was perturbed by the sudden shift. 

“I know what I’ll do! Yuuri, skate if you want - I’m going to be out for a while,” Victor announced, generally resembling the flamboyant figure skating icon that everyone knew. 

He took his skates off and capped the blades, putting them into his bag and reaching for his cell phone and scrolling through listings. Katsuki was left dumbstruck, but he went on about what he was doing and decided to run through his routine a few times. 

Yurio had left by this point, and Yuuko was too far in the back to catch the tall man’s outburst. 

It wasn’t until the next day that he was extremely prepared and anyone who understood his issue was suspicious. Victor had hunted for every listing to America from Japan, and memorized the closest ones. Yuuko was the one person who was going to be there that he had to ask. 

“Yuuko, I must ask you something! Would you mind?” was Victor’s burning introduction, shocking the normally upbeat mother. She was a little taken aback at the bold attention grabber. 

“Mmm, yeah?” She tried to be as ‘typical’ as possible, considering that her suspicions were up now. She knew what was going on, she knew what Victor was burning for. 

“You said that you’ve been in contact with (Y/n), yes?” 

Yuuko deadpanned, eyes blank and dropping the facade that she was going to attempt to maintain. “I knew it. Listen, I know that you’ve been troubled since they left, and that they have been as well, but please - give them some more time.” 

Victor visibly deflated. He didn’t think it would work, really, but it was worth a shot. Maybe, just maybe, though.... “How about a hint? Is it hot? Cold? What is a landmark?” 

“No, Victor. Sorry.”

And he was back to his dejected being by the next hour. 

Victor was willing to annoy both her and Yurio, but gave up once they stood their ground with firm hold. “No. (Y/n) is fine, and they will come when they want.” It was always the answer, no matter who he asked. 

Daily, Yuuri would keep him company and skate to the best of his ability. It seemed to quench his troubles just a little bit before the up and coming competition season. 

Eventually, the Grand Prix rolled around again. Yurio was competing, as well as Yuuri, and Victor was there to maintain support for his ever-promising prodigy. 

Amongst the drama that had ensued, the two of them decided to take a break romantically and focus on the practice rather than devote too much issue to their worryingly stagnant relationship. 

It wasn’t until Yurio had pulled Yuuri aside when Victor was getting changed that he was let in on soem information that, had Victor heard, would send him into a frenzy. 

“(Y/n) wanted to me wish you good luck and let you know that they are here to watch. If you wanna talk, they’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

Yuuri almost faltered and told Victor, but decided against it. Your wishes were still high up, even if you two weren’t amazingly close. 

Sadly, Victor was still shaken and hurried. It was a large competition, and as much as he wanted to focus on the task at hand, you never left his mind. 

Over the year that you had fallen out of reach, he began to realize where he screwed up. Maybe he did like you at one time, but he let his own fears get the best of him and he fell to putting more of an interest to Yuuri. 

He truly loves Yuuri, but he truly loved you (romantically) at one point, and you slipped from his reach before he could manage to comprehend anything. 

So, upon making eye contact with a familiar pair of (e/c) eyes and an eerie copy of a blazer that he had given you as a birthday gift years ago, he was left idle. 

“(Y/n)?”

You sucked in a breath and shrugged, sighing afterwards and shaking your head. “Yep, it’s me. Hello, again, Victor.” 

Tears flooded his eyes as he ran to you, arms open and tight as his hug enveloped your frame. You didn’t reciprocate, not immediately at least. With obvious hesitance, you returned the hug, but pushed him away only a couple seconds later. 

“You’ve got a skater to support. We can talk later, okay?” 

“But, you’ve come back and-” 

“Victor. Go support Yuuri.”

He bit his lip, but nodded nonetheless and embarked to the rink. 

After the free skate, the next day’s events were prepared and everyone was sent out for the day. Yurio had caught up with you before heading to his hotel room, and Yuuri had popped in before he changed out of his costume, but Victor was most eager to meet you.

Upon seeing each other, yet again, in the lobby, the two of you parted ways but decided to meet at a restaurant in town. Yuuri would be dining with Phichit and some other competitors, and Yurio was with Otabek going sightseeing, so this was a prime opportunity. 

Silence loomed over the two of you, slow walking and sounds of nature overwhelming your senses. 

“So, you’re probably curious as to where I’ve been,” you began, breaking the tension as calmly as possible. You could have sworn that your heart was going to burst out of your chest if you let the quiet settle any longer. 

“Yes, (Y/n). I really have been.” Victor, for once in the time that you have known him, was quiet. He was never really afraid to speak to you about anything, but the way he was acting now let some of the more obvious pain show. 

“I’ve also been extremely worried. I never realized that you felt like that.”

You stopped upon the sentence, eyeing a nearby bench. Victor followed suit and looked down at you, eye contact being maintained. His gorgeous blue eyes were glassy and he appeared on the verge of tears. 

“(Y/n), darling, I never realized how much you actually meant to me. I was stupid. I- I really, truly did love you. I always thought that you were too good for me, though, so I tried to make the ideas disappear. It worked, but only for a while. I love you, (Y/n). Honestly, I really do, and...

“I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.” 

Your brows furrowed at his proclamation. The thought had never really crossed your mind, but you had always been drawn to his personality and how driven he was. You knew that he would do this, though, as he could also be notably daft regarding certain things. 

“Victor, I-.... Listen, I loved you at one point, but you found Yuuri. You found your match. You made your decision. Out of respect for you and him, I left. But I also did it to respect myself.

“I know my habits. I know that I can fixate, so I needed to get out of your hair if I wanted to feel better. So I did. I’m engaged now, Victor, and the person that I met is amazing. I thought that could have been you. But it wasn’t, and I’m okay with that now.” 

“You- you’re engaged?”

“Yes, yes I am. We haven’t planned our wedding date quite yet, but it is being discussed. The fact of the matter is simple: I knew what would happen if I were to stay, and as much as I love you, - platonically - staying here wouldn’t do me any good. Life comes, things change, and sometimes we just gotta give up.”

Silence fell on you two yet again, but it was interrupted by the slight sniffling coming from the tall Russian. 

“Victor, I came back not because I wanted to fight for your affection, but because I’ve been worried about you. I just want you to know that...I still do care for you, and I have still supported you and Yuuri. But what you want, what I wanted...that’s not possible anymore.” 

Pausing, you thought over your next words. Nothing was ever going to completely repair what was broken, but at the very least, you could try. 

“How about this? Here’s my new number,” you handed him a small slip of paper with the nine digits printed on it in your handwriting. “Let’s start talking again, and you can meet my fiancee sometime. Sound good?”

His mood nearly took a 180, but his demeanor was still sullen and sad. A weak smile crossed his face, and he responded in kind, “Of course. How about we go back to the group and enjoy dinner, though? You’re here again, and it’s more than I could ask for - but we have a lot of catching up to do.” 

[amerrierworld]

Rich & Creamy

request: Hey, can you write another fanfic similar to Naughty List? Something that’s like dom Carol again and female reader. Maybe Carol could take the reader out to dinner instead. Could this also be a really steamy smut? Basically smut in a public place haha. Thanks ;)

Summary: Carol takes you out, and gives you something sweeter than a diner meal.

Characters: Carol Aird x you

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: sMUT! you know the deal; dom!Carol incoming, food innuendo and public sex/masturbation (?) :)

“Mrs Aird.. I don’t know if I can afford these meals,” you admitted as you stared, wide-eyed at your menu. It was an exclusive diner that the blonde had taken you to, and you felt inadequate, even while wearing the best outfit you had in your closet.

“Nonsense, this is my treat,” she puffed her cigarette, “get whatever you like. Really.”

“And how many times must I say to call me Carol,” she added, giving you a pointed but teasing look.

You blushed and buried your nose in the menu. Carol chuckled at your demeanour and calmly sipped her martini. 

Eventually you decided on the soup of the day; a delicious broccoli soup that was three times the price of what you expected broccoli soup to be. Carol nodded in approval as you ordered, 

“Their soups are always delicious,” she commented as the waiter walked away. “Always the perfect amount of thickness, and creaminess.”

Your face flushed with heat, and you sucked in a hard breath. Carol, on the other hand, seemed unaffected, putting out her cigarette in the ashtray.

“What did you get again?” you asked, having forgotten her order after working yourself up to order your own meal.

“The chicken breast,” she said, again not seeing the way you reacted to her words, “apparently it’s quite succulent, I’ve heard.”

“Oh.. how nice,” you managed to say, squirming in your seat.

At that point, Carol’s eyes flickered down to your body for a split second before meeting your gaze again, a smile growing on her face. You wondered if she was simply feeling bad for how uncomfortable you were in such a high-end diner.

You chatted a little while longer, tension easing a little as you discussed normal topics. Carol was an elegant, confident and well put-together woman in her prime, and you absorbed everything she said and did like a sponge. 

Your meals arrived perfectly on time, and you groaned at the smell as the plates were set down. Carol stared at you a moment, but you didn’t notice as you dug in. It was a wonderful soup, thick and delicious. The sounds you were making were hardly lady-like, and you slurped loudly on one particular spoonful.

Carol was cutting into the chicken, and you could see the rich juices flowing from the meat,

“That looks really juicy,” you commented. She raised an eyebrow.

“It does, doesn’t it. Do you like your breast that way, too?”

Realizing what you had said, you blushed, spoon nearly clattering back in your bowl. 

“Oh, no.. I meant..” Carol merely smiled at you, beginning to eat and leaving you with your own dirty thoughts.

You got dessert as well, two bowls of ice cream, because Carol insisted on the top quality of their desserts. You took your time with this meal, because it was more delicious than any ice cream you had ever had. 

You were still working through the meal, commenting on the beautiful flavours, whereas Carol had finished long before you. And watching you eat like that, with seemingly no shame in how you looked or what sounds you were making, it was making her very, very aroused.

Her foot suddenly, slowly, brushed against your leg, making you stutter. She had taken off her heel and her toes pressed against you with no issues at all.

“Shh, Y/N,” she shushed you, sipping her martini like it was the easiest thing to make you come undone. Which it was. 

“Carol- what.. what are you..” your eyes glanced around the diner, worried about anyone seeing you lose your cool.

“Hush, baby,” Carol drawled, her foot inching higher, “does it feel good?”

You dug your spoon forcefully into your ice cream as her toe rubbed against a sensitive spot along your thigh, and you nodded weakly. She grinned,

“Good girl. Want me to keep going?”

“What if someone sees?”

“No one will see. Don’t you trust me?”

You bit your lip, trying to act normal as you lifted the spoon up to your mouth again, your hand shaking uncontrollably. Carol seemed to be enjoying this sight of you immensely, and didn’t hesitate to press her toes against your clit, through your panties. You nearly choked. 

“That’s it,” she urged, “don’t be too suspicious now, hm?”

She rubbed in agonizingly slow circles, behaving as normally as possible, continuing your conversation from before. You squirmed in your seat, wanting more pressure. 

Then it stopped. 

Your eyes snapped up to Carol’s, her face neutral, her eyes blazing,

“I asked you a question, Y/N.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Am I really boring you so much? Tsk, Y/N, please pay attention,” she teased, “I said, what did you think of your soup?”

“Oh,” you breathed, as her toes began rubbing again. She must have incredibly strength in those calves, you thought, “y-yes it was really good.”

“How so?” her voice was low, thick, brimming with desire.

“It-it was..” your breath hitched, but you pressed on, “really rich. L-like, I just couldn’t stop putting it in my mouth.”

You could barely believe what you were saying, but Carol’s eyes darkened and that was enough to make you keep going,

“You were right about the creaminess.. so thick a-and.. addictive,” you gasped, “I wanted to put my whole face in the bowl.”

Then, suddenly, Carol’s foot was gone and she was rising up off of her seat, her coat in hand. She nonchalantly got out and was sliding next to you on your side of the booth. Her perfume enveloped you with how closely she was pressed against you. 

“I want to see you finish yourself off, sweetheart,” her voice was soft, low, and sent shivers through you.

“W-what?” she was putting on her large coat, leaning her arm on the table in a way that shielded you from the rest of the diner. Her head came low and she whispered,

“I won’t ask again.”

You bit your lip, trembling fingers making your way under the waistband of your skirt. Your cunt was dripping and your hand was immediately slippery. Your mouth dropped open and your head leaned back against the booth, your body sliding lower to stretch out your lower half and hide more of you from anyone.

“How wet are you?” Carol asked, her own breathing becoming heavier by the second.

“S-so wet,” you whined.

“Go on. Touch yourself. I want to see your pretty face when you come,” Carol’s voice was like a drug to you, “don’t you want to come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes, please,” you gasped. Your fingers found a familiar rhythm against your wet clit, rubbing hard but desperately trying to keep your noises inside.

“God, if you could see yourself right now,” Carol’s hand reached out to turn along your hairline, tucking some of it behind your ear. She then gripped your chin and forced your gaze to meet hers,

“Do you like this, sweetheart? You enjoy doing whatever I ask, don’t you?”

You nodded, gasping weakly.

“I enjoy it too,” she grinned. “I’d kiss you, but that might make it a little too obvious, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh- Carol,” you wanted her to kiss you so badly, wanted her to smudge her lipstick on your skin, wanted her to mark you, to feel her fingers where her toes had been. Her body was leaning over yours, and you dared a glance at her blouse, which was hanging low, giving you only a glimpse of her bra and the skin underneath. The sight made you rub yourself harder.

“Dirty girl,” Carol scolded, grabbing your trembling thigh with nails digging in through the fabric of your skirt, “just wait until we’re alone.”

The promise of more, to think of her dragging you into her bedroom, in the back of her car, in the bathroom of the diner.. you couldn’t help it. Your fingers increased their speed and suddenly you were flying off the edge, hips stuttering and your mouth hanging open. Carol was inches away from you, grinning at the sight, breathing in your arousal and sweat like oxygen. 

You were sticky everywhere. You were afraid to get up, wondering if you had stained your skirt and the seat below you. But Carol didn’t seem concerned at all.

“Such a good, good girl,” she cooed, “show me your fingers.”

You pulled them out, whimpering softly, showing the sticky remains of your cum. Without hesitating, Carol drew them into her mouth, skilled tongue swiping over each finger. You nearly groaned at the feeling, biting your tongue to keep yourself from making noise.

Once clean, she let you have your hand back, leaning back a bit and sitting face forward again. She reached for the spoon in your bowl of half-melted ice cream, and took a big spoonful,

“Hmm.. very creamy,” she commented, winking at you, “sweet.. but tangy, in the best way. To die for, really.” 

“Y-yeah,” you agreed. “M-maybe you should take some home.”

She turned her head and looked at you, calculating.

“Is that what you want? For me to take some home?”

“I mean.. it seems only fair. M-maybe I could try some.. too?”

“Is that so? You think you could handle this? It can be incredibly addicting you know,” her other hand was still digging into your thigh. You could see her chest heaving up and down. 

Over her shoulder you saw the waiter approaching and you steeled yourself, calming your breathing. 

“You’d be surprised at what I can handle,” you whispered back teasingly. She let out an appreciative chuckle and clearly wanted to reply, if it wasn’t for the innocent, polite waiter coming over with the bill.

Carol paid hurriedly, and you took the chance to rub your own leg against hers. Your skin was hot, sweaty, heated from your orgasm, and you could finally, finally, notice Carol losing her own cool.

“You seem a little overheated,” you commented, feeling more confident now that you had come. The waiter had left and she was grabbing her purse, fixing her hair, “are you sure you don’t want to take some ice cream home?”

Her eyes blazed, pulled you out of the booth, and said,

“There’s plenty of it at home. And you’ll be begging for seconds before the night is done, young lady.”

A/N: I’m going straight to hell, but that’s okay. Love y’all~

taglist: @the-obscurity​

[iamanartichoke]

Another totally unprompted ask, on the assumption that you are definitely no longer in need of them… another thing I’m trying to work out about Loki characterisation in preparation for perpetrating fic torture on him is how suicidal the poor sod is most of the time. This is another thing I’ve seen referred to a lot but only in passing. Though obviously this is a pretty triggery topic, so ignore if you want.

I am always in need of totally unprompted asks, otherwise I just assume no one wants to talk to me lmao

So, hoo boy. I have been mulling over this for, apparently, three days now bc there's just ... there's a lot to unpack here. Putting under a cut for obviously triggery content and also for length bc fml.

In my opinion, the response to "how suicidal is Loki most of the time" is "very, but whether or not he wants to do anything about it varies from moment to moment" (see what I did there? I'll see myself out). In other words, I have always had a headcanon that Loki is consistently, passively suicidal. This is a headcanon that comes straight from TDW, bc I'm certain that Loki never had any intention of surviving their mission. And that could be a whole other post, really, but the point is that even though this is a TDW-centric headcanon, I have come to adopt it as applying to Loki in general as well, not just in those specific circumstances.

When I say passively suicidal, I mean that Loki is just sort of ambivalent about the value of his own life. He feels like he doesn't deserve to be alive, and feels like there's little point in being alive. Which - I don't mean to sound all gloom and doom, like, poor uwu emo Loki (and I kinda hate that I have to pause to disclaim that, no, I don't just have a fixation on Loki being depressed for funsies/the aesthetic/whatever); I think that this mindset stems from really complicated places that I'm not sure I can articulate, but I will try.

I view Loki as someone who suffers from a severe inferiority complex, and I feel like it stems from being abandoned as an infant. Loki's life started with a traumatic event and, even if he doesn't remember the event itself, the feelings he experienced stayed in his subconscious. Feelings of loss, of fear, of despair and abandonment, of suffering - these are all feelings that burrowed into his bones and lived there for his entire life, feelings that colored how Loki viewed himself as a person as well as how he compared to the people around him.

Keep in mind that Loki didn't know he was abandoned until the events of Thor 1, obviously. We don't really know how old Loki is, in human years, but I have always assumed that he and Thor were at least adults (not teenagers), maybe the equivalent of early twenties - and the reason I bring that up is because it means Loki made it all the way to adulthood carrying the weight of a trauma that he did not remember or even knew had happened, so to him, there was no real reason for how wrong he felt. There was no explanation for the feelings of loss, of neglect, of fear. So on top of struggling with those feelings, Loki was also burdened with the alienation that comes with wondering why one can't just be like everyone else, why one can't just "snap out" of depression, why one's sense of self-worth has always been lacking.

So imagine what it's like to grow up as Loki. He was traumatized as an infant. The trauma has been with him his entire life, along with the confusion/alienation of not understanding why he feels the way that he does, and then on top of that, his basic personality lends itself toward introspection and isolation, so he likely felt even further removed from Thor and from his peers. Loki's too smart for his own good, and he's got an enormous capacity to feel and I feel like this is a combination that works against him as much as it does for him, bc it probably means he spent a lot of time examining himself and identifying all of his perceived flaws - and then berating himself for said flaws.

People with depression are probably pretty familiar with the bully that lives in your head, the one who is always there to remind you that you're stupid, or ugly, or that nobody likes you, or that you have nothing of value to contribute to anyone, etc. Loki's no different; he's got that bully in his head, too. Add onto this the fact that his brother is literally perfect, that he feels his father doesn't love him (or love him as much), that his interests in things like magic are looked down on in his culture, and that he's a prince (meaning that along with the privilege comes pressure, and being in the public eye, knowing that everyone around him is comparing him to Thor as much as he compares himself to Thor, well.) and you have a total clusterfuck of a mindset, and Loki's been existing inside of that clusterfuck for nearly all of his life.

I always go back to the quote where, when filming I think the vault scene, Kenneth Branagh directs Tom by saying, "This is the moment where the thin steel rod holding your brain together snaps." And it's such a significant moment for Loki bc this is where it all crumbles for him, learning the truth, but I also fixate on the "thin steel rod" part of the quote bc that's not how one would describe a healthy, stable person's mind. The implication, to me, has always been that Loki wasn't that stable to start with due to his general upbringing, his internal struggles, and his personality, so of course the devastation of learning he's adopted, and Jotun, would send him over the edge. One doesn't go from zero to 60; one doesn't fall over the edge unless they were balancing fairly close to it in the first place. And to me, the "thin steel rod" basically equals the aforementioned clusterfuck of a mindset.

THE POINT IS. (Holy shit, I ramble.) This is the foundation on which I'm basing my headcanon that Loki neither values his life nor feels as if he even deserves to live it - bc his default mindset is one of inferiority, of loss, of pain. And I think that going from being a general unstable person pre-canon to being passively suicidal post-canon is a thing that happened because, somewhere between the vault in Thor 1 and the dungeons in TDW, Loki just stopped caring.

Life is exhausting for everyone, but even moreso when your mental load becomes more than you can carry. Loki is exhausted. His experience is that things just keep getting worse and worse for him - he's never been valued, he's always been found wanting. He discovers that he was literally thrown away as an infant, unwanted and left to die, and things haven't gotten much better for him since then. Everything that can go wrong, does go wrong. His plans spin out of control. He's unable to prove his worth and his value and when he is, in fact, rejected, he literally tries to kill himself (only to survive and end up in an even worse situation).

It all just continually goes downhill, and Loki is fucking exhausted. He's done. He has no hope that anything is ever going to change - he will never be valued or even seen, he's unable to connect to anyone, he has no family (aside from Thor, but their relationship is so fraught with pain). As far as he's concerned, his life has been nothing but a waste since he was born and if no one else values it, why should he?

So - passively suicidal. He places no value on his life, and doesn't shy away from situations that could cost him his life. It's possible that the only reason he's not actively suicidal is bc his previous attempt not only failed but led to such a horrible situation that he's probably too afraid to intentionally seek out death again. He doesn't want to fail and end up worse off for it.

And - not that you asked this in particular, but - my biggest disappointment in the series is that none of what I've just written is addressed in a satisfying way (to me). That is, we don't get any real explicit acknowledgement of the trauma of Loki's abandonment as a baby or how that affected his mental health growing up; we don't get to explore how devastated he was to learn of his adoption; we don't ever see him reconcile his ingrained belief that jotuns are monstrous savages with the fact that he is jotun. He says "I betrayed everyone I loved, but I'm different now" and we're supposed to infer what he means without Loki actually articulating why he feels that he's the only one who should be held responsible for all these things that had happened or what "I've changed" even means to him (aside from not betraying Sylvie).

I would have liked to see these things addressed for a lot of reasons, but one of those reasons is that I would want to see how Loki comes to terms with all of his issues and his pain enough that he stops being passively suicidal. We never get to see that; after TDW, the time that passes allows for Loki to kinda chill, resulting in the Ragnarok version, but if there was any real healing or recovering going on, it was happening off-screen, with the audience expected to just go with "yeah Loki was going through it for awhile but he's kinda better now."

Furthermore, much of what I've written here is based on prime Loki's development through TDW, but doesn't account for series Loki's split from that timeline nor the theme of "Lokis survive" that's so prevalent in the series. So I don't think the "passively suicidal" headcanon is really appropriate for series Loki but, at the same time, I'd like to have seen why. I'd like to have seen Loki learning to value his life, or where the "we survive" mindset comes from, since that's not really been a thing before now. (Out of universe, I suspect it comes from the context of Loki just not dying whenever he tries to, but since TDW and IW haven't happened, and Loki didn't intend to survive his fall from the bifrost, framing Loki as an innate survivor doesn't really make sense, but to be fair, I'm just being picky.)

So, yeah. I'm not saying Loki doesn't experience growth or development in the series, I'm just saying that his arc left much unsaid and, furthermore, framing his growth as "wanting a throne to not wanting a throne" without addressing that Loki doesn't actually want the power of the throne, he wants the value and self-worth he associates with the throne, is - well, again, unsatisfying. Not bad, but it leaves viewers like me wanting bc we're cognizant of how much more could have been done.

I ... am going to end this now. This is probably nonsensical and all over the place, so I'm very sorry, and I'm sure this is why I don't get meta-starter asks lmfao bc no one's out here trying to read my dissertation submission for a Ph.D in Loki, but well, sometimes it just be like that.

Thank you for the ask and the opportunity to ramble.

[sundance201]

Kibbs & #26 for the AU fic challenge?!

This reminded me that I still have like 5 WIPs for these two that I should definitely finish so I can feel accomplished. :P Thanks for the prompt!

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"Sitting on the same park bench"

It was just one of those days. The lights of the office seemed too harsh; Abby and Ducky’s chatter was too much; Tony and Ziva’s bickering was far more than he could handle. He just needed a break.

The yippy dog currently running up to him seemed to disagree. “I am so sorry!” the petite brunette holding onto the leash apologized as her dog jumped up onto his lap and started licking his face as she jogged up to him. “She’s not usually like this! Especially around men. She’s tried to bite most of the men I try to bring home.”

“Must be bringing home the wrong sort of man,” he muttered, without really thinking as he scratched the dog behind her ears. He replayed his comment in his head and shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head, before looking up at her amused face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

He expected that to be the end of it. She’d pick up her dog and walk off in a huff. She seemed like the type that would excel at a huffy exit. But much to his surprise, she laughed and sat down next to him on the park bench. “You’re probably right,” she said lightly, petting her dog’s rump as the dog continued to lick at Gibbs’ face. “But I have to at least give them a chance. Toni knows that I don’t judge based on first impressions, otherwise we’d have never ended up together.”

He looked over at her, eyebrows raised curiously. “Toni?”

She laughed and nodded. “Long story. Weird name for a dog, I know.”

“Just funny. I work with a Tony. He yaps almost as much as she does. It’s cuter when she does it though,” Gibbs said, making a face at the dog still happily sat in his lap.

The woman smiled as she watched them. “She’s seriously never like this with strangers. She bit me the first time we met at the shelter. You some sort of dog whisperer or something?”

“Afraid not. I’m a federal agent,” he said.

She nodded. “What agency?” In most towns, the federal agent line would get people jumpy, as if he was about to bust them for that joint they smoked when they were sixteen. But she seemed to take it all in stride. Gibbs looked up at her, giving her a once-over, trying to determine if she was an agent herself.

“NCIS,” he said finally, watching as there was a spark of recognition in her eyes.

“FBI. Word on the street is that your agency is full of cowboys who are pains in the ass. Toni can’t be *that* bad at judging character, can she?”

Gibbs laughed at that and shook his head. “Afraid so. You’re talking to the prime example of a cowboy and pain in the ass.” He looked over at her. “You don’t work with Fornell, do you?”

“Not usually, but our paths have crossed on occasion.” Her eyes narrowed, but there was a light of amusement in them. “You wouldn’t happen to be Agent Gibbs, would you?”

He laughed again and shrugged. “I would, actually.”

“Wow, if even half the stories that I’ve heard about you are true, I will definitely have to reconsider Toni’s judgement of character,” she said, laughing at Gibbs’ overly offended look. She then stuck out her hand. “Kate Todd.”

He smirked and reached over her dog, who was still perched happily in his lap, to shake her hand. “Jethro Gibbs. Though you apparently already figured that out.”

“I sure did – the first name was a surprise though,” she said teasingly. She stood up and clicked her tongue at Toni, tugging slightly at the leash. “Well, Toni and I should get going, Gibbs. Do you uh…come here a lot?”

He gave a noncommittal shrug. Kate’s lips quirked up in a smile. “Well, today’s my day off. But I usually come here for lunch when the weather’s nice. Around 1:30-ish…”

“Seems late for lunch,” he said, trying to figure out if what he thought was happening was actually happening.

She nodded. “Yeah, but it’s quieter. Better to clear your head…or get to know someone.” She jutted her chin towards the bench. “You even picked my favorite bench.”

Oh yeah, she was definitely dropping hints. “Well, it is a good bench. Might just decide to use it again. Maybe tomorrow, around 1:30?”

Kate smiled brightly. “It sounds like we’re lucky that the bench is big enough for two. At least tomorrow I’ll be without Toni. We’ll have more room and less dog slobber.”

Gibbs grinned. “Sounds like a pretty good afternoon.”

“Yeah, I think it will be.” She smiled at him and tugged lightly on Toni’s leash, starting to walk away. “See you tomorrow, Gibbs,” she said, looking back and tossing him a smile over her shoulder.

[monodipita]

Acts of Love (Yandere!Josuke Higashikata x Reader)

Word count: 4,078

Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT. GORE WARNING.

"Please, no! Don't leave me, [Y/N], I'll make everything right! Just give me a chance!" Josuke's voice was scratched raw from the crying and pleading he did. His knees hurt. His heart hurt. "I'm sorry, Josuke," you spoke softly to him while you helped him off his knees, "but I can't keep going on."

You were moving away from Morioh. As good of a town as it was, there were bigger opportunities for you if you moved to Tokyo. It was heartbreaking. You didn't have the heart to tell him- all you said was that you were leaving him. A long-distance relationship couldn't work between you two. You didn't want him to break away from school to focus on being with you, either, so this was the only way you could actively get him to stay away from you once you broke up. It was horrible, yes, and it hurt you to do it, but you had no other choice.

As you pulled him in for one last hug, you felt his arms tighten around you to the point that he acted more like a snake rather than a human being. "Josuke!" You cried out his name while you squirmed within his grip, "let me go!"

"No... I don't want to!" Josuke yelled back. When he lifted his head from your chest, you could see the tears in his eyes that threatened to spill over again, the warm streaks of tears on his cheeks. The raw pleading that left his lips echoed the desperation in his purple orbs. It was tearing you apart... but you couldn't admit the truth to him. "If you leave me, I'll--"

He never got to finish his sentence.

Your hand collided with his cheek. "That's enough!" You yelled at him. For some reason, you were angrier more than you were upset. Maybe it was the fact that he was behaving so irrationally.

His grip loosened on you, and you took this opportunity to remove yourself from him. He collapsed onto his knees again - the cycle began anew - but you couldn't bear witness to what he was doing again. You hated to see someone you knew as the confident one to begin breaking down. For good reason, but you didn't want to think that you alone were enough to make everything shatter.

You felt your hand be pulled into his. His other hand collapsed on top of it as he weakly tried to pull you down into his arms, but to no avail. You tugged away from him just enough to make sure that you wouldn't fall into him. "Please... will you let me write to you at least? Please??"

"..." if you were only breaking up with him, then why did he want to write to you? Did he not understand that you didn't want to see him anymore? But you couldn't bring yourself to say no to him. "Yes... you can send me letters... Josuke. Please, I have to go now." You began to pull yourself away from him completely. You couldn't bring yourself to say that you wouldn't be receiving any of his letters past tomorrow... the way that he looked already described how he felt about being able to stay in contact with you. There was a smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear, which created an eerie sight when you saw the tears still streaming down his face.

"Thank you, [Y/N]... thank you."

Over the next couple of days, there was a surge of letters sent to your home while you packed to leave. Each letter was stacked neatly on your desk until your desk was packed up, then moved to your seat in the moving truck. You followed your parents into the truck and sat down in your seat, then pulled the slow-developing stacks of letters to your attention. You carefully opened up the first one and took the time to read what it said. Your eyes scanned over the beautiful handwriting carefully...

'Hi! This is the first time I've ever actually written a letter that was going to be sent to anyone. You know about when they make you write to Santa or the Prime Minister about dumb stuff. Well... I'm thinking about what I should put in these kinds of letters, but for now, I'm saying hi! And Okuyasu says hi too. Maybe I'll talk about stuff like my day and how everything went... maybe you'd be interested in reading that?'

The second letter.

'I haven't seen you around school lately, and I've been wanting to go to your house to see if everything's alright.' You furrowed your brows. This one didn't quite make sense. If this was on the second day after you gave him your address, then this meant you were only out of school for a day. 'But I respect your privacy... we aren't together anymore, after all. I'm still worried about you. Just let me know that you're alright when you read this letter, okay?'

The third letter.

'I waited for a really long time this time in hopes that I would see you. I waited until the night. It's 2 AM, I'm growing nervous. Are you sick? I want to check on you but I know I can't. If you get this letter, please write me back and let me know you're ok.'

A deep sigh left your lips as you read the words before gently folding the letter and putting it back in its envelope. You stared at your name printed in beautiful letters on the front while you tried to think about how much time had passed since this letter was given in to you. Guilt began to set in. You were so busy with packing that you never bothered to pick up a pen and write back to him. How did he feel about this?

You glanced back down to your lap. There were two more letters to go. One dated from yesterday, and one dated for today.

'I decided to stop by your house when no one was home. I looked through the window and saw that there were boxes everywhere.

You're moving.

Is it because of me? Is this why you're not writing back to me? Why are you leaving me? Is there someone else??'

You could sense the desperation in his words. His emotions must've gotten the better of him, as his writing appeared to be jumbled. Ink smudged at the end of the sentence and made the last question hard to read. He found out. You promptly lifted your head up to see if you would see Josuke anywhere, in the event that he was casually waiting around to greet you before you went to move. However, you didn't see anything. So ... you turned your attention to the last letter in the stack. Like in the last letter, your name and address were written as if he was in a hurry to get elsewhere. You reached into the envelope and swallowed thickly, hanging your head and gathering your bearings before reading this last letter. You were afraid of what was going to be written.

"Do you have everything, [Y/N]?"

You looked up from the envelopes on your lap and nodded your head. "Yeah, and if I don't, the moving company should be able to give me what I've forgotten." You affirmed them with a smile on your face. "I'm good to go."

Saying those words made you feel uneasy. Everything about reading these letters now happened to make you feel incredibly uneasy. But you needed to read the last letter... so you pulled it up to your eye line.

'I'll find you'

The words were so simple. So frightening. So sobering. You regretted to notice that you were witnessing the detailing of someone spiraling into an obsession, and that signs of it dated as early as when the two of you broke up. How could you imagine that someone who seemed like a regular, devoted boyfriend, turned out to be ripped apart by obsession?

You closed the letter and folded it back up, then placed it back into the envelope. Even with it out of sight though, the words haunted you. I'll find you. He meant it, didn't he? He was going to look for you. He was going to go out of his way to find your whereabouts and where you lived...

...but the more you thought about it, the more you realized that it seemed impossible. There wasn't a way he could reach you - you were going far away from Morioh. As much as it pained you to admit that, you just knew there was absolutely no way he was going to be able to reach you anymore. At least he might've found some solace in writing these letters out to you... as troubled as they sounded, you would cherish these final letters. You could rest, even if it was only a small bit.

Months passed since the incident. Morioh was a town that was far behind you now. You were attending a new school, surrounded by new people and new friends. Though new life was great and easier to get accustomed to in a bigger town as there were people that were more like you, nothing about them spoke volumes to you like Josuke did.

Josuke...

You wondered how he was doing.

"I'll see you later, [Y/N]!" Your best friend's hand went high in the air with excitement as she waved goodbye to you. You waved in turn and headed off the bus. You headed inside and let out a hefty sigh. "[Y/N], love, were you expecting any mail?" Your mom asked as she held up an envelope. You stared up at it in half-shock before you walked over and nearly snatched it from your mother's clutches. You stared at the name and address on the front of the envelope... this handwriting was eerily similar to Josuke's.

But how?

"Is everything alright?" Your mother asked worriedly. You swallowed some of your anxiety to be able to speak to her and put a smile on your face. "Yep!" You grinned, before you hurried away from her to reach your upstairs bedroom. You locked yourself into your room and ripped the envelope apart to see what the letter inside would entail.

'I FOUND YOU'

Your eyes immediately trailed to the window as if you would see him out there, standing and staring at you once you read those words. But to your half-expectant surprise, no one was there. Still, you were anxious. This ominous letter was real. You remembered the letters because you read them on his birthday in remembrance of the memories you shared with him - and if his past words were anything to go by, then these words were real.

You tried not to let the words get the best of you, though. So what if he found you? Was he truly bold enough to act upon his findings, or was he going to stay behind and continue to send you letters, now that he knew where you were at? The latter sounded more plausible in your opinion. Josuke was a level-headed individual who had a grip on reality, at least, that was what you thought. You couldn't let your paranoia impede the date you were going on with your best friend. It was the first one! You couldn't have been more excited. It was going to be a nice day on the town to go to the mall, things that you couldn't do in Morioh, like walk through a park or shop at multiple outlets - basically, you were going to do what you could in the weekend before you had to go back to school.

Your phone rang.

"[Y/N], it's for you!" Your mother yelled from downstairs. Who could it be, you wondered to yourself as you walked over to the phone on the wall. You picked up the phone and held it to your ear. "Hello?"

"This is [Y/N], right?" Their voice was unfamiliar and distorted. It sounded like they were speaking in a room full of people. "Umm, yes?" You responded, "who is this?"

There was no response.

"Hello?" No response.

Your stomach began to flip. Over, and over. The longer they took to respond, the more your stomach began to hurt. "J-Josuke?" You tried his name, and the person on the other end hung up immediately. Dread filled your entire being. "What..." you were baffled. He even knew your phone number, but how? Who did he get this from? You were so far away from Morioh now, how was he able to do anything that he was doing?

"Who was it?" Your mom asked. You couldn't tell her. "No one," you responded, "must have been a secret admirer or something."

You couldn't sleep that night. What happened weighed heavily on your conscience. Paranoia made you close all of your windows, shut the blinds and close the curtains, so your room was disgustingly hot. Compiled on top of losing sleep to fear, you were left feeling clammy and restless when your alarm went off. Maybe a shower will do. You were going to meet your new best friend in two hours, so you had plenty of enough time to take a shower and maybe get in a quick nap.

The phone rang, startling your otherwise eerily quiet bedroom. You turned your attention to the phone on your wall. Who could be calling at seven in the morning??

"Hello?" You asked into the phone. "[L/N] residence."

"You're going out today, aren't you?"

"How??" You asked, "how did you know where I was at??"

"I searched for someone, or anyone who could overhear you talking about your plans to move. I asked everyone at school, even the people who didn't know you, the teachers, the janitors. I must've looked like an idiot, but I don't care, because I finally got into contact with you."

"Who told you??" You couldn't remember talking to anyone about it... someone must've overheard you, but then again, who would you be speaking about it with in earshot of students in the school? No one should've known but the principal... did Josuke really have the gall to ask the principal? "You don't need to worry~. Can you answer my question, please?"

"...I'm going to hang up." You furrowed your brows. "Please leave me alone."

"You wouldn't make me force my hand just to come and see you, would you?" Josuke asked. "I know you're going out ... I just needed a confirmation. And it's with that girl, isn't it?"

"H-how do you know all these things?" Why haven't you hung up yet? The power of his threat couldn't be verified. But... you just found yourself being glued to the phone. You wanted to know what was going to come next. "Does she make you feel safe? I see how close you are with her. You're mimicking the same feelings you felt when you were with me. She can't replace me, [Y/N]. No one can replace me,"

You immediately pulled the phone from your ear and slammed it on the ringer. You began to pace, as you were far too antsy to stay in one place. There were so many things wrong with what he said... what he knew. You needed to cancel the date... you worried for her, but it was far too early to call her, and you didn't want to show up just to cancel the date, because then you'd be wasting everyone's time. What did you do? You walked over to your bed and sat down on it, putting your face in your hands. This wasn't happening, was it? You hoped it wasn't. You wanted everything to be a dream.

"-?!"

You threw your body up in a moment of panic, forcing yourself awake. For a moment you felt dizzy, but you didn't care enough to stop yourself from rushing to get out the door. You threw on whatever could be appropriate for a hot day and headed out to go meet your best friend. You were late - no shit, you were horribly late. The time read 13:21 by the time you looked at the clock on the way out. There wasn't exactly a way to reach her, so the only way you could find her was by meandering the streets in hopes that you'd find her.

You ran down the street as quickly as your tired body could permit. Panic filled your being. What if he caught wind of what time you were supposed to meet her?! What if he did something to her?!

"No!" You shouted aloud. People that were walking nearby were already drawn to you because you were running down the street, but the fact that you were talking to yourself seemed to add extra icing on the cake. You tried to ignore their stares and focused on trying to get to the nearest telephone booth. Maybe you could call her house and see if there was any way of finding out where she could be right now.

You spotted a telephone booth, thankfully, and headed into it. You reached into your bag to retrieve some yen to be inserted into the payphone, then crudely shoved whatever excess you had back into it. You dialed the number to her house and waited with bated breath as you heard it ring multiple times. Her mother picked up the phone. "Hello??"

"Hey!" You blurted, "is [best friend] around? I know I kind of bailed on her, but I wasn't having a good night." You explain and rub the back of your neck.

"Oh! No, she's still out on the town! I hope you're feeling better, [Y/N]. If she comes home, I'll call your home and let you know, alright?"

"Alright. Thank you, ma'am." You hung up. Your heart felt like it was going to implode. This wasn't a good thing - Josuke was still out there, and so was your best friend. He probably already reached her and now he was doing all sorts of despicable things to her ... no. No, you couldn't think that way, not yet. There was still hope... you just needed to find her, and the first place you should check is most definitely the mall. So, you removed yourself from the telephone booth. You exited the claustrophobic space and began your anxious trek to the mall as quickly as traffic could permit it.

Coming face to face with the mall was enough to make you collapse onto your knees and vomit up what you (didn't) eat. Your palms were clammy from the night before, and you must've reeked of sweat and anxiety. You paled before the mall's imposing stature, and swallowed thickly, before you pushed your way inside. She had to be in here, right? But the question would be where, and then who was she with, and if he was there with her...

You began your search. The mall was filled with people, young and old, weak and strong, men, women, and nonbinary people alike. The walkways were cluttered on both sides, which made you increasingly nervous. Even though people recognized you for the mess you currently were as the new student [L/N] [Y/N], you couldn't recognize them. They were nothing more but passing faces that would occasionally stop you and say that they would see you at school. You didn't care about them, you cared about your best friend. She was around here somewhere.

But so was he.

Seeing him in the corner of your eye made you feel increasingly paranoid, but every time you took a double, then triple, then quadruple take, he was there. Your eyes didn't fail you... no, he was right there. You'd recognize that pompadour-donning young man anywhere Leaning on the corner, head bowed, but you could tell those fiery purple eyes were staring at you, following your every move. He wanted you to go to him. No... you wouldn't.

However, he caught up with you before you could walk away from him. Your heart reached into your throat and threatened to choke you as your gaze went over to him.

His hand grabbed your arm and wrenched it tight, making your body flinch in place. "You're looking for her, aren't you?" He asked, "come with me. I'll take you to her."

"..." You narrowed your eyes, "how can I trust you?"

"You want to find her, don't you?" His purple eyes looked... different. They no longer held the spark of life in them, even though his voice sounded no different from what you remembered of him. You tried not to look into them for too long. "...yes."

He began to pull you along. This part of the mall wasn't isolated by any means... so you wondered... how they couldn't hear this girl gargling on her own blood. In the janitor's closet, you stumbled upon the horrendous sight. Your stomach caved in and you lost it, doubling over on her poor shoes and letting loose while Josuke's hand rested "lovingly" on your shoulder, holding it with a grip that would make abusive lovers envious. She was unrecognizable. The only way you could even tell that it was her was because of her hair, and even then, had there not been a familiar pattern you'd noticed from being around her so much in the earlier weeks of your friendship, you wouldn't have recognized her.

"Yes... I know, this looks incredibly bad on me. But I can fix things... and I will, if you just come back. All of this can disappear. She can going back to being a normal girl, you can go back to Morioh, and I can go back to being your loving boyfriend." He squeezed your shoulder. "Do we have a deal?"

"Y-you... you're a monster! Y-you can't fix this!!" You yelled at him. His eyes widened for a moment, and his brows furrowed. He lost his cool for a split second before he calmed down and sought to reason with you again. "But I can, my love. Just watch."

You didn't bother to look... merely turning your head away from this gruesome scene. Your heart was heavy, your throat was scratched, and your knees felt like they would give in at any moment now, but his grip on your shoulder kept you grounded, if that did anything to help at all. "Look at her, she's all brand new. Why don't you look at her, [Y/N]?"

You reluctantly turned your head to see what he did - and he was right. Her face looked... normal. She was no longer this amalgamation of destroyed flesh. She was your best friend, just as you'd last seen her. "And she can stay this way," his hand reached up to cup your chin, using his hand to gently pull your head to his. You were forced to stare into his eyes as he spoke again. "As long as you come back. If not, she will just have the same thing happen to her - and she'll lay in this closet until someone finds her, and then you will be painted as the killer for vomiting all over this poor girl's shoes. You don't want that, do you?"

You didn't respond. You tried to - but you just didn't know what to say in response to the atrocities he'd committed in the act of obsession.

"You don't want to watch her be subjected to relentless torture for trying to be my replacement, do you?? You don't want to hear her crying out for help while you can't do anything but watch, do you? Answer me, [Y/N]!!"

His other hand cupped your face and squeezed it tight, pulling you closer to his body. Your noses were mere inches away from each other. You could smell his cologne... and in that moment of pure lunacy, you had to wonder if you even smelled good.

"N-no..." you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please just leave her alone..."

"Hey, hey, don't cry," he pulled your face into his chest and stroked down your back lovingly, "I'm not a bad person, baby, you know that. You just have to come back to me... all you have to do is let me be your boyfriend again, and all of this will disappear. We'll go back to being together like we rightfully should be, okay?"

"...okay." You squeezed him, "okay."

[arts-and-drafts]

Legacy (Part 2)

(Continuation of my first FWT fankid AU fic, in which Dream faces his consequences and Fundy goes after his reckless son before it's too late to save him. Enjoy!)

(Tagging @midnightmagi @rose-icosahedron @amazonprimebox @colorfulsiren @strawberrylemonz)

-

Dream shifted, the first real movement Theo had seen from him. "...I don't have a son." He spoke, his tone low with an unreadable emotion. Theo flattened his ears.

"Actually, you fucking do." Theo snarled, his anger overriding his caution. "But you wouldn't know, since Dad was too afraid of you to say anything."

Dream went still, his mask tilting up to seemingly search Theo's face. "'Dad'...do you--Fundy?" Dream asked, a shred of desperation present in his question.

"Yeah." Theo spat. "Fundy is my dad. He ran away because you cheated on him, and you were gonna start another fucking war."

Dream flinched, only barely, but Theo caught it with a fierce satisfaction. He found the nerve.

"I thought--I thought Fundy was dead--" Dream muttered. "And you...you're mine?"

Dream raised his hand towards Theo, but snatched it back when Theo raised the trident to his throat. "I'm not fucking yours. I'm here to hurt you the way you hurt my dad. Don't get fucking chummy."

Dream paused, again. Theo wished he could rip that mask off to see what he was really thinking.

"What's your name?" Dream asked, slowly and carefully. Theo's lip curled.

"You don't deserve to know."

Dream gently pushed the trident aside, putting his hands up as Theo jerked it right back to his vulnerable chest. "Kid--" Dream started, but Theo cut him off.

"Do you have any fucking idea what you did?! He loved you, and you just threw him into the dirt!! I'm ashamed to share your fucking blood." Theo exploded, spitting all the venom he could muster.

"Listen--" Dream tried to interrupt, his body language tensing the more Theo ripped into him. Theo silenced him by jabbing the trident points against his godly father's chest. "No! YOU fucking listen!!" Theo snapped.

Dream's energy suddenly violently shifted, making the fur on the back of Theo's neck stand on end. Dream grasped the neck of the trident with an iron grip and easily twisted it out of the fox's paws as if he was snatching a toy from a child.

Theo stepped back with wide eyes as Dream advanced, throwing the trident aside carelessly while keeping his undivided attention on his son.

Theo's back hit the strong stalks of bamboo, halting his frantic reversal to escape Dream. He bit down a yell as his other father grabbed his arm and pulled him close, his grip tight and unyeilding.

"Where is Fundy." Dream said. It was not a request, it was an order. Theo bared his fangs. "Fuck you."

"Tell me where he is!!" Dream yelled, yanking Theo closer as he tried to pull away. Theo clenched his free fist and felt it charge with green magic.

"Get off me!!" Theo snarled, his glowing fist being Dream's only warning before it swung dead center into his smiling mask.

Dream flew backwards, Theo crying out in pain as the god pulled the fox's arm hard enough that he heard a small pop in his shoulder before Dream's grip finally broke. Theo's vision blurred with white stars of pain as Dream landed in the pond below, thrown a significant distance from the force of Theo's blow.

Theo gasped and clutched at his arm, a throbbing ache from his shoulder forcefully taking his breath from his lungs. He staggered over to the discarded trident and picked it up with his left paw, holding it close to his chest as his right arm lay useless at his side.

Theo's eyes slowly widened in fear as Dream rose from the pond, crackling bolts of a familiar green energy encasing his entire body. Theo could feel his fury from 50 blocks away.

Theo tightened his grip on the trident, his ears flat to his head as his father started to float menacingly towards him. He was lightheaded with pain and one arm short, but refused to admit defeat. Theo stood his ground and bared his teeth as Dream closed in.

-

Fundy paced the length of Logstedshire's walls, his mind addled with worry. Theo hadn't been seen since he awoke, something that wasn't abnormal. His son liked the early morning. What worried Fundy was the fact that there was no note telling where he ran off to like there usually was, and he was not in his regular places of comfort outside the walls. He just simply disappeared.

"Could've forgot." Tommy wondered aloud to Fundy from his spot next to the Prime Log. His uncle had been looking for guidance from the vessel all morning, but was met with silence from his deity.

"No." Fundy instantly shot him down, turning in place to pace down the south wall again. "I rammed it into that kid's head to always tell me where he was. He wouldn't have forgotten."

A gust of chill from behind halted Fundy's nervous movement. He sighed and flattened his ears.

"What do you want, Wilbur."

"Hello, Fundy!" Ghostbur greeted cheerfully, unperturbed by his son's cold acknowledgement. "Is little Theo back yet?"

Fundy turned to face him. "You saw him leave?"

"Yes!" Ghostbur said. "He said he needed to take care of something and told me not to tell you--...oh." Ghostbur's face flickered. "Frick."

Fundy moved to grab Ghostbur's arm, his paw passing right through his father's transparent form. "Wil, tell me where he went." Fundy demanded, his voice rigid with fear. Ghostbur's face twisted in guilt.

"He said not to say anything," the spirit said hesitantly. Fundy flattened his ears tight to his head.

"Wilbur. My son is in trouble." Fundy said, driving every spot of desperation he felt into his words. "He's gonna fuck himself over and he's gonna get himself killed if you don't tell me where he went. For once in your fucking existance, Wil, be a good dad."

Fundy exhaled and looked at the ground, blinking tears from his eyes. "If not for me, then--at least for Theo."

Ghostbur had gone very transparent, his eyes far away. For a tense second, Fundy feared his dead father would disappear until he forgot again.

"He went to Technoblade." Ghostbur murmured dazedly, blinking. "He said he needed a weapon."

Fundy ran his paw over his head, his core filling with dread. "Shit. Shit." He tried so long to keep Theo hidden, to protect him, to keep him safe, and it was all falling apart.

Fundy cursed himself. He never should have told his son the truth. This was all his fault.

Fundy looked back up to Ghostbur, desperately searching his eyes. "Is he still there?"

Ghostbur shrugged, and Fundy wanted to tear his fur out.

"He...asked about Dream? I don't know why. He seemed very interested in your marriage." Ghostbur commented. Fundy squeezed his eyes shut, old scars flaring up at his father's words.

"He's going to the SMP." Fundy breathed. He snapped his head to Tommy, who mirrored his look of fear. "Tommy, we have to find him--oh shit, shit, he's going to get himself killed--"

Tommy's hands grabbed Fundy's arms, though the fox didn't notice him rise from the Prime log.

"Fundy--I-I can't go there. Dream will kill me." Tommy said, his voice only imperceptibly trembling. Fundy's shoulders began to shake. "He'll die if we don't, I--"

"Fundy, I can't go with you." Tommy reiterated in a pleading voice. "But you're not exiled like I am."

Fundy blinked. "So--I'm--I'm on my own." He realized. Tommy didn't respond, only pressed his mouth in a thin line.

"I'm--I can't. I can't die." He said, and Fundy could see regret and shame and fear behind his uncle's eyes.

Fundy stilled. "I...understand."

"You won't be alone!" Ghostbur piped up from behind them, his voice already back to its raspy happiness. Fundy set his jaw.

"Ghostbur. You need to stay with Tommy. You'll just fuck it up." Fundy stated, disdain dripping from his words. He turned away from his uncle and the ghost of his father, steeling himself for leaving Logstedshire for the first time.

"Fundy." Tommy said, and the fox paused. "Take whatever you need." His uncle said. Fundy turned to see Tommy gesturing to the storage house.

Tommy was a hoarder. After the visits from Dream, the boy had squirreled away everything he could get his hands on, hidden from the explosive fate that all the rest of his belongings had suffered. Tommy was possessive and greedy, but here he was, opening his entire supply of preperations to his nephew.

Fundy swallowed, a task that had suddenly become difficult. "Thank you, Tommy." He struggled, never one to know how to express his gratitude in his words. His father was the poet, after all. Not him.

Tommy nodded regardless, and Fundy got the feeling that he knew what his nephew was trying to convey.

Fundy made quick work of packing. Food, armor, axe. A golden apple just in case. He stopped, and then grabbed a second.

There was no such thing as too careful against Dream.

Before he sealed his pack, Fundy took a deep breath. Time was a medicine, and had helped Fundy heal from his former husband shattering him into pieces.

Going right back to the man who hurt him so badly could only end as such, and Fundy would never attempt it on his own.

But the greatest gift that came from Dream was Theo, and he meant more to Fundy than anything else in the realms. He was not about to abandon him to the fate of his divine father, no matter how bad it would hurt to go back.

Fundy clipped the top of his pack together and slung it over his shoulder.

For Theo, he would do anything. If that meant facing his hell to save his son, then so be it.

Ghostbur was gone when Fundy returned, and he didn't care. Good riddance. In the past, he would have felt a small twinge of guilt, but that was a long time ago.

Tommy saw him off, waving solemnly from the walls of Logstedshire. Fundy knew Tommy had done all he could, but the fox couldn't help but feel a very small twist of abandonment. Fundy was more than willing to risk his life for Theo, and a part of him wished Tommy was too.

Fundy shook his head. That was unfair to think. He focused on the horizon, his breath fogging in the morning air, and sent a silent wish to whatever god would listen that his son would be okay when he found him.

[trashyswitch]

Jeremy's Dangerous Job

Jeremy is working one of his first nights on the shift. When the animatronics break into the office, he starts to defend himself and fight to save his own life.

Sooooo...I thought it was FNAF day because it went spreading through the Discord. And...I found out that FNAF day, is actually August 8th. So I feel dumb! But, I still wanted to upload this one because I liked it and cause I wanna! So, I hope you enjoy anyway!

Jeremy looked at the different rooms on the cameras and listened for any sounds of running or clanging.

Nothing so far.

Jeremy straightened up his hat and checked the windows on either side for any animatronics.

Nothing so far.

Jeremy winded up the music box and sighed as he sat down on the chair, growing bored. As much as it calmed him to see no animatronics getting ‘quirky’ as the phone guy told him, it also made his night a little boring. He decided to let his guard down for a few minutes…

Suddenly, Jeremy’s flashlight malfunctioned for a couple seconds! Jeremy’s anxiety heightened for a second as he quickly stood guard. When the flashlight finally turned on, it revealed that Chica was standing there in front of him...just staring at him with its black eyes. Not wanting to get caught, Jeremy kept an eye on the animatronic. He wasn’t entirely worried about Chica being there, so long as he doesn’t get any closer.

He? She? What gender was Chica?

Jeremy paused to wind up the music box again.

Jeremy was pretty sure Bonnie was a female, thanks to the heavy eyelashes it had. Same for Chica. Not only that, but both Bonnie and Chica had ‘eyeshadow’ on. The only difference between the two, was that Bonnie had red blush on, and Chica had pink blush on. Maybe the blush colors help identify the genders? He didn’t know.

Jeremy soon considered just using ‘it’ as a pronoun instead. They shouldn’t be alive, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

Jeremy got out of his thoughts and took a quick flip through a couple cameras:

He winded up the music box up to full before flipping through all the cameras. Bonnie had moved to the party table room, and was now looking at the camera. Wonderful. Not creepy at all. Freddy was nowhere to be seen on the cameras. However, Jeremy wasn't nearly as worried due to Freddy Fazbear not being on any of the cameras near his room. So, he had ‘nothing to worry about!’...for now.

Jeremy put down the monitors and was about to let his guard down again, when a clanging sound quickly filled his ears! He clicked the lights to check the vents, but there was nothing. He pulled out the tablet and checked the vent cameras.

He turned on the flashlight in the right vent: Bonnie was crawling in the right vent.

How did Bonnie get that close?!

He moved to the left vent and turned on the flashlight:

Oh fuck...Chica was crawling in the left vent.

This was NOT good. It was only 3 am. He still had 3 more hours to go!

He checked up on the vents as he looked, checking from both available angles the progress the animatronics had made. Chica and Bonnie seemed to remain still for a bit. So, he took that time to stay on top of the music box. Once that was done, he checked one more time for any progress.

As he checked the vents and the hall, Jeremy’s flashlight malfunctioned again. Damn...that must mean someone’s in the hall. With Bonnie and Chica in the vents, only 1 other animatronic could be in the hall: Freddy.

Jeremy kept an eye on Freddy as he checked the vents for progress. He turned on the right vent light-

BONNIE IS STARING AT HIM.

He tried to reach for the Fazbear head he had, but it was too low!

Suddenly Bonnie jumped at Jeremy, causing him to SCREAM! Jeremy fell out of his chair and scooted away as quickly as he could.

Bonnie kept making animatronic growling noises and stomped its way closer and closer to Jeremy.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! GET AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Jeremy kicked the animatronic’s leg with the bottom of his foot as hard as he could. But Bonnie barely moved. All Bonnie did was look down at its own leg. It was barely damaged. Not even a scratch mark was on it.

Jeremy scooted another foot back. “St-stay away! I’m warning you!” Jeremy warned, looking around for a weapon of some sort. Suddenly, Jeremy got up and by some miracle, he ran past Bonnie to the desk. He picked up the fan that was there, and unplugged it. “I-I have a…” He looked down at the object. “I have a fan! And I’m not afraid to use it!”

Bonnie tilted his head. “What?”

Jeremy whined a bit. “I- Yeah! A fan! These things are-” Jeremy knocked on the fan and ended up knocking some dust off of it. “Strong.” Jeremy ended his sentence. The dust that fell ended up going into his nose, causing him to bend over and sneeze. “Aaah fuck.”

Suddenly, Freddy walked to the end of the hallway, to the empty door frame. “Hello sir! Welcome to Freddy Faz-”

“AAAAAHH!” Jeremy spun around and hit Freddy right in the face with the fan!

Freddy blinked in surprise as the fan grill stuck onto his nose. “...Fazbear’s Pizza. Are you okay, sir?” Freddy asked.

Jeremy let go of the fan and backed up. “Y-You...can-can TALK?!”

Freddy let out a robotic, yet somewhat realistic chuckle. “We can sing too!” Freddy started singing one of the most popular Fazbear Band’s songs.

Freddy groaned and covered his ears. “I haaate this sooong.” Jeremy complained.

Freddy stopped singing and sent Jeremy a confused look. “Really? Why?”

“Cause they’re so stupid!” Jeremy said back. “The songs bring shame to the entire genre we call rock and roll!”

Chica crawled itself out of the vent and stared at Jeremy. “That’s rude. We sing those songs all the time!”

“I know. They’re overplayed.” Jeremy told them. “I’d rather die than hear that song.”

“Well why didn’t you say so?” Freddy asked as he reached out for him.

Jeremy shouted and ran. “AAAH NO WAIT! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I SWEAR!” Jeremy jumped onto the top of the desk and ran down the middle hallway.

“Wow...What a scaredy cat.” Bonnie muttered out loud.

Bonnie laughed. “He probably believes we’re gonna kill them. What a weirdo!” He reacted.

Chica giggled as Freddy rubbed his chin. “Should we go along with it?”

Chica looked at Freddy with excitement in her black eyes. “Yes! That would be so fun! We could make him believe we’re gonna kill him!”

Bonnie smirked. “What should we do when we catch him? Cause if we’re not gonna kill him, we minus well do something.”

Freddy thought for a moment before gasping and squeezing Bonnie’s side. “We could do this thing on him!”

Bonnie looked down and watched as he squeezed. “I...I don’t get it.”

“I’ve seen mothers do it to their kids, in many different spots.” Freddy told them.

Freddy grabbed a cord near the TV, and plugged it into the back of his head. Quickly, a video taken in Freddy’s perspective, showed a kid laughing while his Mom squeezed his sides, before wiggling her fingers on her kids’ socked feet. The kid looked like he was loving it!

“See? It makes them laugh! I don’t know why it does, but we could try it!” Freddy suggested.

“Hmmm...I like it!” Chica replied.

Bonnie looked up at Freddy with curiosity in his eyes. “Okay. And if that doesn’t work?”

“I don’t know.” Freddy responded.

“Let’s go then! He’s already got a big head start!” Chica suggested, climbing up to the hall and running off. Freddy and Bonnie ran after her eagerly.

Jeremy was hiding in the party room, scared to even move. But his fears only escalated as he heard stomping animatronics walking around. “Night guard? Where did you go?” someone asked.

Jeremy widened his eyes and shrunk down more. He wasn’t here. He wasn’t here. He’s not here. “Hmmm...I wonder...is he hiding in the party rooms?” someone else asked. It sounded like it might’ve been Bonnie.

Suddenly, a smaller animatronic came hopping over near his hiding spot. Uh oh...That’s not good. The little animatronic appeared to be Balloon boy. It kept hopping around, looking around for him. When it walked right past him, Jeremy let out a breath of relief and closed his eyes with a smile.

But then…

“Hi.”

Jeremy opened his eyes and just about peed his pants: BALLOON BOY WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!

“Haha!” Balloon Boy laughed.

Jeremy kicked Balloon Boy down to the ground and immediately got up. “No no no no no no- OH NO-” Jeremy slid right into the arms of Bonnie.

“I got him! Guys! I got him!” Bonnie cheered.

Chica and Freddy ran up to him with smiles on their faces. “Perfect! Now to get you stuffed.” Freddy declared, rubbing his hands together.

Jeremy shrieked and started wiggling and shouting in fear and paranoia. This was it! He was gonna get stuffed into the suit just like those kids, and he was gonna be crushed to death. As Freddy picked him up, Freddy closed his eyes and started begging and praying to himself. Please don’t let him die. Not now, not in the prime of his life!

Suddenly, Jeremy was knocked out of his thoughts by a swinging feeling. Jeremy opened his eyes and yelped as he saw the world around him was upside down! The man had been completely flipped upside down and was being held by Freddy! His shirt was falling up thanks to this unusual circumstance.

“Look at this! This is a grown child! We’ll have lots of room to work with.” Bonnie declared.

“Hey look!” Chica looked at the flipped up shirt that revealed his belly. “Hey wow! This isn’t his skin. This is a skin cover!” Chica reacted. Suddenly, she poked his bare belly.

“What- aaAAEEK! Hey!” Jeremy yelped.

“What? Are you scaaaaarrred?” Chica teased as she squeezed his belly once.

Jeremy pulled his shift back down to cover up his belly. “NOho! Ihi’m not! Stop that!”

“Wow! You were right! Squeezes DO make kids laugh! And it looks like grown children don’t outgrow it! Talk about lucky!” Chica reacted.

Jeremy kept the shirt overtop of his belly. Despite not being able to see the belly anymore, Chica just continued to poke it. Jeremy guffawed in surprise and shook a little. “Dohon’t dohoho that!” Jeremy ordered, letting his left hand go of his shirt and trying to defend his belly.

In response, Chica grabbed his wrist and held him partly up with it. “Look at this!” Chica started poking and scratching his armpit.

“AAHAHAHA! No, let go!” Jeremy started trying to cover up his armpit next with his free right arm. But as soon as Jeremy had started swinging it, Chica had grabbed his hand and pinned it up with his other hand! “NOO! Chica, let go of me! You too, Freddy!” Jeremy ordered.

“Why?” Freddy asked as Bonnie walked up to Jeremy.

Jeremy tried to contort his body away from the blue robot. “Because I did NOT sign up for thihIHIHIHIS!” Jeremy’s protests were interrupted the moment Bonnie had squeezed his side. “NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHO! GEHEHET OHOHOFFFF!”

“No way! We had plans to kill you! And what better way to guarantee a happy ending, than making you laugh?” Freddy told him.

Jeremy shook his head as Freddy let go of his feet. Jeremy’s lower body swung back and forth from the foot drop and lightly hit Chica’s legs as they swung. As soon as his legs and feet were free, Jeremy started kicking wildly. Next, Freddy started scratching his big fingers on both his armpits.

“OHOHO GEHEHEHEEZ NOHOHOHOHO! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy laughed hysterically. “NOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

Freddy paused his scratching. “What was that?”

Jeremy huffed and panted a little. *huff* “I...H-Huh?”

Freddy knelt down and leaned closer. “What did you say?”

Jeremy widened his eyes and hid his face in his own arm. “NO NO NO! DON’T KILL ME! I’M BEGGING YOU!” he quickly protested.

Freddy hung his head and laughed. “You still think we’re gonna kill you?” Freddy asked.

Jeremy slowly opened one of his eyes. “You-...you’re not...gonna…”

“Why would we kill you? We were meant to entertain children and families! Not kill them!” Chica replied.

Jeremy looked at them. “I...I was told they killed children and stuffed people in suits!” Freddy told him. “I...thought...you were gonna...do that to me.”

“Is that why you hit me with the fan?” Freddy asked.

Jeremy nodded. “I...I had to defend myself somehow.”

“And just for that:” Freddy flicked Jeremy’s forehead.

“Ow.” Jeremy muttered.

“That’s for being a dummy.” Freddy responded. Next, Freddy lifted up Jeremy’s shirt and started squeezing and wiggling his fingers wherever he could reach. “And now I’m gonna treat you like the child you are!”

Jeremy squeaked and squeezed his fists shut while he kicked his feet everywhere. “STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRYHYHYHYHY! THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“Assuming we’re killing machines isn’t very fair either! And yet you run away like a coward, and insult us for the songs we sing daily! So now you’re gonna have to deal with what you did.” Freddy responded.

He moved his fingers back to Jeremy’s armpits and tickled them a little more deeply. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE AHAHARMPIHIHITS!” He begged.

“Oh? Still complaining? Well, looks like I’m staying here for a while!” Freddy declared.

While Freddy was tickling his armpits for minutes without stopping, Bonnie had grabbed one of his kicking feet and started removing the shoe. “NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT BOHOHONNIHIHIHIHIE!” Jeremy begged.

“Wait...what? ‘Wait! I’m dying! I’m dying!’?” Bonnie asked.

“YEHEHEHEHESS! IHIHIHI’M DYHYHYHYIHIHING!” He yelled back.

“I have some unfortunate news for you, night guard:” Bonnie pulled off the sock and started tickling his foot. “I don’t care!”

Jeremy squealed like a balloon losing air and immediately fell into a fit of cackles! “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU’RE KIHIHIHILLIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Jeremy yelled through his laughs and cackles.

“I know I’m killing you! It’s our ‘goal’!” Freddy responded.

Jeremy ended up stuck in their ticklish grasp for another 20 minutes. Though the tickling seemed almost harsh, it really wasn’t meant to be. Jeremy seemed to have calmed down from his fears. He slowly learned that the animatronics were actually telling the truth: They weren’t gonna kill him. They just wanted to see who was there in the middle of the night and if they were lucky, socialize with them.

But one thing remained unanswered for Jeremy: Were the old animatronics the same way? Were they more social than murderous? Or...did they secretly want him dead?

[maybe-your-left]

Along the Highway

okay so set the scene... Clyde has a garage where he’s a mechanic.... and he bends ya over to see what’s under the hood n’ gives a the good ol’ southern oil change a yer life darlin’... 😉 you’re welcome for this... saddle up!

Thank you for the request @finn-ray-nal-beads​... I truly hope I delivered. but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed darlin’ 

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“Mother fucker,” you cried out when your car stalled on the highway. You were halfway towards your destination. Stuck in an old hick town in Boone County. You had no service and the closest gas station according to the signs was 10 miles down. You pulled off to the shoulder, letting the nonexistent traffic ‘whiz’ past you. 

You climbed out with your purse and phone clutched in your hand, slamming the door shut. “What am I gonna do now?” you whispered. No one had passed you for miles, you weren’t even sure that you could use your emergency AAA button in the car since there was no service. 

Sighing you stared at the highway… there was nothing to do but move forward. You made sure your car was in the park and all your valuables were stowed away in your purse or your trunk and you began your trek. Maybe when you made it to the town there would be cell service and someone could point you in the direction of a mechanic. 

After about 30 minutes you were exhausted, the West Virginia heat beating down on your back. Surely you were getting baked alive, since you decided to wear a summer sundress and sandals. Not prime walking outfit choices… thank god you remembered to pack your water bottle or else you would’ve passed out. 

In the distance, you saw a Chevron, along with a tiny strip mall. There was even a little hair salon, maybe if the mechanic was working on the car you could swing in for a trim? It couldn’t hurt to kill some time. You burst inside the station, sweaty and breathing heavily. Approaching the counter you attempted to catch your breath, “Is-is-there a mechanic nearby?” you wheezed out. 

The attendant was a young man, maybe 18 barely, looking at you like you were a wild animal. He gulped and handed you a water bottle, “Uh, yes ma’am… just down the road. Logan Family Auto… are you alright?” 

He looked at you with big eyes, watching you chug the ice-cold water, “Yes, sorry. My car broke down on the highway…” 

“Ahh,” he exhaled, “Lemme call them and the owner will pick you up and the car.” 

“Thank you,” you made your way outside, taking a seat on the bench. You flicked off one of your shoes and began rubbing the sole. You were already unbelievably sore, probably wouldn’t hurt to get a foot rub when you made it to Virginia. The entrance door dinged, “Ma’am, Mr. Logan is on his way to pick you up.” 

“Thank you so much,” you sighed. 

A few minutes later a tow truck pulled into the gas station, parking in front of the doorway. Someone climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked around the front. You weren’t paying attention, instead trying to work the knots out of your foot.

In front of you two black boots came into view, followed by a clearing of the throat, “Are y’ needin’ a lift?” 

You looked up and instantly your throat went dry… the man in front of you wasn’t a man. Better qualified as a bear, he was huge. Had long black hair tucked under a green John Deer hat, navy coveralls and he had his arms to his side, almost afraid to approach you. His face was pale, but had a few spots of grease on his cheeks, leading into his scruffy facial hair. 

“Yes,” you moaned out.

“Okay, where to?” 

In your fantasy he would’ve asked you to climb him like a tree but instead he was staring at you with pleading eyes. 

You shook your head, “Sorry, uh-yeah my car broke down on the highway… had to walk all the way here.” 

“Mmm,” he nodded. Turning around he opened the passenger door, “Come on in, I’ve got AC. We’ll get ya cooled off.” 

Standing up you stretched out, desperate to cool off inside the truck. You also could use a massage, your feet and legs were aching from the overuse. Sliding in, tucking your purse at your feet. You smoothed down your dress and waited for him to climb in. 

The mechanic hopped in, and started blasting the AC. instantly cooling your skin, you sighed, “That feels so much better.” 

“M sure it does,” he laughed, “My name's Clyde by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you Clyde, I’m (Y/N).” 

Clyde gave you a small smile, “That’s a very pretty name.” 

You blushed, looking away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were. 

The drive was long, you could barely believe that you walked this. Just imagining it again was making you sweat. You leaned onto the dashboard, desperate for some relief. Deciding to angle the vents towards your legs, you didn’t even notice the Marylin Monroe moment you were having until Clyde cleared his throat. 

“Y’ doin’ okay over there?” 

“What,” you opened your eyes and looked at him. Mistakenly shifting to wear your dress was blown up over your hips. Fully showcasing your bare thighs and sheer panties. “Shit I’m sorry!” 

You rushed to cover yourself, embarrassed of the exposure. “It’s s’okay darlin’ I’m sure you want to relax after the day y’ve had.” 

Glancing back over you noticed Clyde's eyes dart back to the road… no way, you had caught him staring at your legs. He probably got an eyeful earlier, and now he was blushing bright red. Hands gripping the steering wheel tight. You scooted over towards him, deciding to shoot your shot. Grabbing the hem of your dress you slid it back up, revealing yourself again. “Do you want to help me relax Clyde?” 

He looked over at you, eyes practically bulging out of his head. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your bare knee, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Tightening his grip on your knee he yanked you over the seat. Pinning your left leg up towards your chest, showcasing the wet spot in your panties. Clyde's eyes darted from your center to the road, trying to not send you both off the highway. 

Bringing his hand to your core, he lightly rubbed his knuckles on the fabric. Groaning as he felt your slick through it, how it was coating your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, “Please Clyde,” 

“Y’ sure?” 

“Please or I’ll have to do it myself,” you smirked at him. 

Clyde laughs again, pulling your panties to the side and plunging two fingers in. “Fuck,” you squealed. You weren’t ready for two fingers, and they were already fucking you in and out. Dragging against your walls, soaking up in your wetness. His fingers were so long, and fat, better than any cock you had before. Giving you a few more pumps, Clyde moved his hand out, positioning his palm face up. 

“Darlin’ y’ve soaked through these,” he mumbled, eyes darting back and forth from the road and his fingers. Bringing them back to your weeping hole he shoved them in, squelching out more slick onto the seats. His fingers were curling up against your front wall, quick ‘come hither’ motions on your g-spot. 

“Clyde,” you moaned, “That feels so good… can I rub my clit? Please!” 

“Rub it baby, cum all over my fingers.” 

Your hand darted out, furiously rubbing your swollen nub. Clenching around Clyde's fingers as they continued to assault your cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, succumbing to the blissful fullness his fingers gave you. 

You came with a shout, begging him to keep going. Gushing down his wrist while he slowly pulled off the road. Your chest was heaving, trying to center yourself, overstimulation creeping in from Clydes fingers still stuffed in your cunt. 

“Better?” Clyde asked, pulling his fingers out slowly, “Look at the mess y’ made.” Holding up his slickened hand, admiring the shine coating his middle and ring finger. You laughed as you caught your breath, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Slipping them inside, his eyes closed as he moaned at your taste coating his tongue. 

“Get outta the truck,” he commanded. Putting it into park, and yanking the keys out. Clyde slammed the door, you just sat there dumbfounded, you were not at your car yet? Why is he pulling over… 

Suddenly your door swung open behind you and Clyde yanked you out, pulling you to the front of the truck. “I thought I asked y’ to get out?” You gave him a devilish smile, leaning against the hood, pressing your tits up to the sky. “I don't know what you’re talking about…” 

Clyde swooped in, pinning you down, lips crashing into yours. Moaning into each other’s mouths, your hands went up to his neck, sliding into his luscious hair. Clyde began to grind against you, pushing your dress back up your hips. He was already so hot and bothered from fingering your, all you wanted was for him to bury his cock inside you. 

Breaking away you looked at him, silently telling him with your begging eyes what you wanted. “Are y’ gonna listen to me now or are you gonna be a troublemaker?” 

You grinned, leaning in and placing a kiss on his Adam's apple, “whatever you want Daddy.” 

He growled and flipped you around, pressing your chest onto the warm hood. His left forearm across your back to keep you from squirming around, and his right pulling up your skirt. “Gotta check an see if every thin’s all good and ready for me.” 

Pressing your ass into his jeans, desperate to feel how wet you were. He thrust forward, repinning your hips. His fingers gripped into your panties and yanked them down. “Please Clyde,” you moaned. The delicious friction making you keen for him even more. 

Clyde quickly disrobed enough to fish his cock out, rubbing it up and down your eager slit. The tip

of him catching just enough to give you a small

stretch, “Y’ think you can take me?” 

“Anything,” you bucked back, “Just fuck me.” 

He shoved inside, completely splitting you on his hard cock. Bottoming out and knocking the wind from your lungs. Both of you cried out at the tension inside you, your walls already clenching from the intrusion. Clyde pulled back, taking himself out and rubbing again before plunging back in. 

“Fuck, y’er choking my cock darlin’,” He moaned, beginning to thrust in and out at a rapid pace, “M not gonna last with y’ doin’ that.” 

You clenched around him again, his words egging you closer towards your release, “Daddy, I wanna cum on you again, please can I?” 

“Yeah baby,” he grunted, “Cum with me.” 

You both cried out, Clyde’s cock knocking into your cervix over and over. Each time shooting a mix of pain and pleasure to your walls, you were clenching all around his length. Desperate to milk all the cum he could give you. 

A few more thrusts and he stilled, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder and his ick twitched inside you. Spitting out rope after rope of his hot sticky cum into your tired pussy. Clyde pulled out, allowing you to sit up again as he steadied himself on the side of the road. You collapsed into him, your legs threatening to give out at any moment. His cum already leaking down your legs to pool inside your pulled down panties. Laughing you hoisted them up, to try and collect the rest of his spend inside you. 

Beside you Clyde was panting, the heat and the power of his thrusting had completely wiped him out. He looked over and you and grinned, “That was,” he leaned against you, “That was great darlin’.” 

You laughed again, “It sure was. Thanks, it really helped me relax.” 

He smiled back at you, “No problem… I guess we better go get yer car now.” 

[cherripeach]

Chapter 4

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it. 

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 8-10: hurricane katrina more like hurricane tortilla

Chapter Summary: Everyone in this school needs their hearing checked.

Warning:  Curse words, jokes about death, slight violence, fire,

Words: 4.3k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

While you normally say “Sleep is for the weak,” this is not what you meant. And honestly you want to be weak compared to the literal 7 minutes of sleep you got. Everything felt off, and it wasn’t like your regular sleep schedule was great anyway.  All you did the entire night was make up scenarios in your head and contemplate both life and exploring the campus more. However, by the time you decided to go find the tallest tower (just to see it dude), all three ghosts were floating above you close to your ceiling. 

You whispered as to not wake up the sleeping cat that needs to stop taking up the bed, “Yo, not cool dude.”

The ghosts just winked at you and proceeded to try and scare the cat out of his slumber by reminding him about cleaning the school, but Grim seemed more like a teenager than you when he responded with a wish of “five more minutes.” 

The ghosts did not find this at all amusing, so they continued and even tried to make a morbid joke:

“Laze about too long and you’ll never wake up!” The smaller one started the joke. 

“Just like us!” And the largest one ended it.

The ghost's appearance frightened the cat causing the little demon to spring from under the covers and frantically run around the room basically accomplishing nothing. The ghosts, however, did not find this appealing and turned to you.

The tallest one spoke to you, “Are you all going to be living here? You’re gonna get pranked.”

Nodding your head, you agreed to the wonderful idea, but with a twist, “See dude I know you wanna prank us, but I would love to help all of you prank others.” You paused for a second and put your hand on your chin. “I’ve never had ghost friends and I really wanna know what you guys can do..” 

Grim was the exact opposite and continued to scream at the ghosts, but you just nodded your head at your brilliant idea and thought of all of your plans that you could get away with ghost friends. 

Right at this moment, the oh so gracious headmaster appeared out of thin air and greeted you, “Good morning, you two. Did you sleep well?”

Grim apparently did not, which peeved you off because you were the one up all night, so you just responded with, “Yeah the best sleep I’ve had since I was conceived…”

You knew the headmaster would not understand sarcasm, but honestly why is he even in your room in the early morning without knocking? The world will never know. And with a small world from him you zoned him out. At least until he mentioned cleaning the Main Street of the Campus. Once he stopped his speech his eyes flew to yours to wait for an answer.

“Sure, headmaster, but what am I supposed to use and where is this “Main Street”??” He never explained anything to you. I mean even if you listen when you try, the man tells you nothing. 

Here he goes trying to not explain anything to you, “I'm counting on you. You have permission to have lunch in the school cafeteria. Take care of your work enthusiastically.” He yeeted out of here just like your world did to you. 

“Ughhh, at least we get lunch…” You sighed into the unknown hoping someone would save you from this.  

“Tsk... No way I'm doing any cleaning. I wanna go to class, and bang! Boom boom boom! Use a bunch of awesome magic.” There was no use speaking to either of the two children of the school. 

“Dude, please, let’s just go and get this over with. Got it?” The cat just muttered in response to your reasoning, and you took that as a sign that he listened and that was the best you were ever gonna get from him. 

You got yourself together and decided that since nothing was gonna go your way, why act like it was. Your ideal belief made you not even look at yourself in a mirror, but just pull up the hood you had on from yesterday and grab some of the cleaning supplies that you found in the dorm. 

You and Grim headed out, and you waved a goodbye at the ghosts and blew a kiss at them because it is for the homies. 

Grim did end up abandoning you for a while to go find some “great tuna” for him to snack on. 

While walking out of the dorm and into the normal path of the school you encountered some odd people, and you actually considered yourself to be odd so these people were like the weirdest of the weirdos. One was a really jacked up on steroids furry, another was this pair of twins who everyone was avoiding and had weird anime twin hair which was the same hairstyle but parted differently or something, and you even saw an adorable boy, which is not considered weird, but he looked incredibly peeved at the rocks that he was kicking. Their outfits were all similar, but you did notice that there was a slight color difference between all the different people. 

Since life is not going your way and probably never will, you decided that the next person who you saw that you did not already see before you would ask directions from. The one problem with that is that the dude had a very sus vibe. He had on like a hat that was from like the 1800’s, but he did not have any other terrible features. He was rather breathtaking if you thought about it, but his eyes moved all around the crowd walking to get somewhere, and that gave you enough stalker vibes. His blonde hair in the bob was very cute, and maybe a little bit attractive, but his fashion sense was eccentric. Honestly, he was just eccentric. However, weighing your options, he is mostly approachable, and besides who isn't afraid of everyone they meet. 

You strided up to the man with as much confidence as a supermodel has. The male’s eyes swiftly darted to your form once you changed directions just making everything more awkward. Confusion spread through his face, but you kept on walking and stumbling and even lifted your hand for a small wave to him. The male did observe you just like you did him and found that you would not be a threat at least not that much and allowed your approach. 

Once you were within a distance where both of you could hear one another, he spoke, “Well, well, well, is there anyway I can help you, canard?” The man gently smiled at you, and damn you were hooked, but the man totally watched you stumble around wondering who to turn to, so this was just a cute situation. 

“Um, you see, I don’t know where the main street is..Could you help me?”  This man was actually making you nervous, but you put it all to how charming he was. 

“Oui, who would I be to not help un petit canard.” His hand went to his chest, and while with the headmaster and most of the others on this campus would piss you off if they did it, the male in front of you actually made you feel a little reassured. 

Your mind paused for a second to finally realize, ‘It’s been five minutes and I already have a slight crush… wow.’ 

The male waved his hand to motion for you to follow him as his grin just grew and he turned around, and you in your confused glory stumbled after him. He slowed his footsteps to allow you to both match him and keep up with him in the long run, and he began to make conversation with you.

“You must be the magicless student, oui?” As gentle as he looked when he lightly smiled and closed his eyes, he also had an air of danger floating around him. You wanted to trust him but also didn’t. 

“Yeah, dude...don’t know why I’m here either, and I can’t leave. Nothing seems to be going my way.” You shook your head and sighed deeply, but you were just happy that someone would listen.

“Poor petit canard, it would be my honor to help you with any of your problems,” he’s really good. He’s probably the best person you have met since the sun because he actually seems a little nice. 

“Thanks a lot. With all of the assholes and weirdos here, I didn’t exactly expect someone who would care about me.” You placed your gaze on the ground where you watched your feet and his walk while your lips turned up slightly, but you did think that this guy was weird enough for making you feel embarrassed and his whole odd vibe.

“It is no problem, petit canard, but I would recommend giving a chance to the people here,” he halted his speech and steps for a second just to land in front of you and to turn around causing his gaze to meet yours while you slowly looked up at him, “No one is like they seem.” His eyes did those weird anime think where a light shines over them for a second. 

“What?” Your mouth gaped open in visible shock at the man before you. 

At least until he twisted back around with the wind giving his jacket a flutter, “We have arrived, canard. Do have a nice day, oui?”  With a bow of his hat, the blonde hair man was out. 

“You know what, that is probably gonna be the most normal person I will meet at this school,” you thought for a second recognizing that you forgot about the dude from last night, “either him or the silver haired sleeping beauty.” You chuckled to yourself. 

You began to scan your surroundings which consisted of seven different statues and a long path leading up to the school one way and out the gate another. Many trees also decorated the area outside the path. 

And from this you determined that you would need the broom and washcloth you brought, but a rake would be appreciated. 

You groaned out to announce your displeasure and got started on cleaning up the place, and that is when Grim showed up to begin complaining that he had to pay for the tuna and that no one would give it to him for free. He even said that someone even threatened to kick him out of the school, but that did not surprise you. You just threw a cloth at him and told him to go scrub the statues.

He did his job for a good ten minutes without mouthing off at any of the students walking on the street getting ready to start school, but he did turn to you while washing the statue of the Queen of Hearts from the Disney movie Alice in Wonderland. 

“Hey, servant,” the cat peered up at you with big doe eyes, “What’s with all these statues? All seven of them look pretty scary,” the cat gazed up at the statue he was cleaning again, “This granny looks especially snobby.”

You just giggled at his statement, but a male with red orange hair and a red heart on his face came up to you too, and he was puzzled, “You don’t know about the Queen of Hearts?”

Grim gawked back at the male, “Queen of Hearts? Is she important?” 

“Grim, no one is important unless someone makes them important, so logically speaking no.” You just had to cut in with an idea about society that you just thought about.

The male with the heart on his cheek had something to say and started going on and on about how amazing she was as a queen. You just ignored him and went to work because you have heard of her and all that she was before, but Grim was captivated and started basically worshiping the words that came out of the male’s mouth. Grim even added in comments about the Queen here and there, but then Grim asked, “By the way, who are you?” and that caught your attention from cleaning. 

“I’m Ace, a fresh-faced first year. Nice to meetcha~” Ace winked at the two of you.

But you had to open your mouth, “Who calls themselves a fresh-faced first year. That’s basically saying you're fresh meat.” You raised an eyebrow while asserting your belief. 

However, neither of the boys listened to you. 

“I’m Grim, a genius who’ll become the greatest magician.” Grim just had to introduce himself; he even introduced you and called you both a dimwit and a servant which did not surprise you. 

Ace turned to you and in your eyes tried to compliment you, “You’ve got an odd sounding name.” 

“Thanks I guess, dude, but why are you here?” He had to be leaving for class soon, but he was just sticking to you two. His introduction confused you about his personality because after all the people you have met only three of them had been slightly nice and even then, all of them were odd. This guy had to be hiding something, and you think it might be something to do about his personality. 

“What are you talking about? I’m just here to help you two. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” Ace responded.

‘So he wanted to cause trouble,’ was your immediate reaction. 

Ace then turned back to Grim who started a conversation about Scar from Lion King. All that was in your head was “Be Prepared” the villain song in the movie while you watched the two discuss who Scar was and what happened in the movie. But Ace never mentions his death or how he betrayed those who helped him. From your understanding, there was a serious misconception about villains at this school. Now that you thought about it they must clearly respect and reverence them because they had statues of some of the worst Disney villains. And throughout your debate, those two started to talk about Ursula from The Little Mermaid, but Ace referred to her as “The Sea Witch.” Nothing was similar really from the interpretations of the story in your world or this other world’s interpretations. 

While you will admit that some of the villains were not as bad as they could have been and that they were not total villains because most times the main characters and heroes of the stories were total pretentious assholes who knew nothing of ruling a kingdom or anything, romanticizing villains is a little wrong. Moana, though, an absolute queen. Cinderella also deserved better. 

The two visited every statue from Jafar from Aladdin to the ‘Evil Queen’ which they called the ‘Beautiful Queen’ from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to Hades from Hercules but the entire storyline was off because in greek mythology Hades wasn’t even the villain behind the story but whatever. The two finally gathered their stuff next to Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, so you followed the two along because this was the last one and you needed to observe Ace, “the fresh meat,” more. 

Grim asked the question about the statue, “And the last one, with the horns?” 

Ace went on about her too, “That is the Witch of Thorns from the Magic Mountains. Noble and elegant, even within the Seven, she is top class in magic and curses! She can summon lightning and storms, cover an entire country in thorns, her magic is on a whole other level. There was even a time she transformed into a huge dragon!” You just nodded along at his speech. 

Grim even contributed again, “Ooh! A dragon! All monsters look up to them!” Grim looked so overjoyed for having someone to tell him about the villains; he’s just your idiotic cat sibling. 

“They’re all so cool!”  There had to be a moment where Ace showed his true self but he hasn’t done it, “Unlike a certain raccoon.” And there it is!!

Grim backed up in alarm from the kid and switched his gaze quickly to you in panic. He was an incredibly trusting cat which made you feel pretty bad for him.

Ace ignored the communication between you and Grim and like a proper villain presented his monologue to you two, “Pfft... Ahaha! I can't bear it anymore! Ahahahaha! Aren't you the guys who went crazy at the entrance ceremony? You were summoned by the Dark Mirror even though you can't use magic, and you, a monster, weren't called but still trespassed. Yeahhh, it took everything I had not to lose it at the ceremony.” His laugh sounded like a fart trying to come out but was halted by the butt cheek and the fabric of the pants so really not cute. 

Grim shifted his attention back to “fresh meat” and gawked at him, “Whaaa!? You're a rude one!”

Since you wanted to find more about this kid before you beat him up, you gave him a second to explain himself.

“And now you aren't allowed in and got regulated to be a janitor? Haha, how lame.” Is this kid kidding? Grim even agrees with you after his noises of distress and disagreement with the kid, but the kid kept going, “On top of that, you don't even know about the Great Seven. How ignorant can you be? As I recommend you go back to kindergarten before coming to Night Raven College.”

You just shook your head at the boy ready to step in once he finished his little speech.

“I thought I'd just mess with you a bit, but you really blew my expectations away. Unlike you two, I actually have classes to attend. Keep this school squeaky clean, you two~” The boy whistled at you two and waved at you and walked away.

At least he tried to before his collar was in your hands and your eyes were right in front of yours. 

“Y’know I’ll give you some praise because you are the most pretentious fuck I have met at this school,” You let go of his collar and knocked his feet a little to make sure he would fall to the ground, “ And what are you like five. All of your jabs at us are literally terrible, but that’s not even the worst of it. You must be so bored of your life or have such a small dick that making fun of people supposedly weaker than you, just gets you off. I never get people like you who belittle and tease others. Is it fun kid, huh, to make jokes to basically another kid when you just know how they are gonna react? ”

Ace sat on the ground stunned by your comments acting like a helpless child who just got yelled at with his red flushed cheeks and his balled up hands by his side. At that point, you realized that there was a crowd gathering around your little spat, and Ace’s cheeks and embarrassment was probably due to getting yelled at by the magicless student who became the janitor. 

However, Grim did not process that you were already lecturing the kid before he blew flames at the two of you.

“Are you kidding me GriM? I’m right here!” Normally fight or flight would respond to his action, but yours was not working causing you to stay in the same spot while some of the flames got closer. 

The kid was running away screaming stuff like “Nope not today” and “why,” but after he stood all the way up and walked a couple footsteps his collar was in your hand again. 

“Not happening, pipsqueak. You’re gonna pay for your actions.” You pulled him around to make sure he could hear you and see the mess of people running around behind you and the cat still trying to blow fire at the two of you.

Grim even started yelling, only making the flames worse and more rowdy, “It's what you get for making fun of me! I'm gonna light up that fire-head of yours!” Grim even smirked to make his point and pointed at the boy still in your hold.

This immature boy was not able to read the atmosphere and stood up to the fire breathing cat, “Fire-head, huh?Heeeeee. You've really got guts picking a fight with me. You too. I'll turn you into a puffy, little toy-poodle!” 

You slapped him on the back of the head for that causing his head to go forward and his hand to grab where you slapped. But Grim kept on shooting fire.

At least until Ace managed to get out of your hold by twisting and wiggling so much. Once he left he ran over to join in Grim and have a fight, and it just seemed like these past couple of days nothing would go your way. 

Ace took out the pen thing you saw yesterday and pointed in directly with a light coming out of it at Grim causing wind to go everywhere blowing the fire. More people also began to crowd around the two and murmurs and gossip broke out everywhere, but all you could pay attention to was stopping them. 

That didn't work out. 

The two kept on spitting insults at each other and magic, and once you got close you grabbed Ace by the ear pulling on it causing him to slightly turn from the fight. You tried to lecture Ace in that moment to tell him to stop, but Ace was far too focused on the cat in front of him and ended up grabbing your wrist, throwing it off his ear, and then shoving you right on your hands and butt into the cement where some flames were. 

All in all basically getting roasted alive was a solid 3/10, but you are sure some people got pictures and videos of it. Since you did get out of those flames in a split second and ‘Stop, Drop, and Roll’ which surprisingly worked, all you ended up with is some burns on the palm of your hands and the back of your calves. And since everything was pissing you off today you also found out that the cult-like cloak you were wearing is fireproof.

Grim got more enraged the more the fight went on and finally had enough, “Eat that!” 

A great amount of flames appeared darted toward Ace, but Ace had other plans, “And I just change my trajectory with the wind like… that!” The wind sent the flames hurtling to the statue of the Queen of Hearts causing the statue to be engulfed into flames.

And your only thought was, ‘This school needs to offer a physics class even a basic math class if all these magicians are as bad at predicting as this one.’

The two children were panicking and running in circles with their stupid tails between their legs screaming at each other and blaming each other. You just wanted to get this over with because you knew that you would be in trouble even though you can’t control anyone or threaten anyone because you are magicless. Grim is also a wild cat, and cats never listen. 

Right as Ace tried to reason with Grim the headmaster showed up, but that only caused two to overreact in fear of him and run away from him and the problem both of them caused. 

Neither escaped of course because they both got whipped which made you think what were the laws regarding teachers and children because you know that whips mostly were not allowed at school and not to be used on children. 

Nevermind that because the lovely headmaster with his gorgeous top hap and magnificent cape started another lecture, “This is my Lash of Love! It'll be another hundred years before you can outrun me!I told you just yesterday to 'not cause any trouble', didn't I?Then you go and char the statues of the Great Seven!I very much would like to see you expelled.” 

You could not wait to be let out and with a blank voice you let out, “Honestly, please let me out. I’ll take the streets over this.” 

No one heard you or at least no one seemed to. 

“Assholes,'' you grit your teeth ready to bear with another problem the headmaster gave you. 

Ace did not agree with you and screeched out, “Wait! Not that!” He whined like the baby he is. 

The headmaster could only make your day worse by turning to you who by the way is still covered in burns and had a look of pure defeat on your face and address, “And you, this is not how you supervise Grim.”

You just exhaled and promised to yourself that while getting expelled and kicked out of this school sounded great, living on the streets did not (Even if it did for the tiniest second there), so you nodded and smiled as best as your strained face from anger could take. 

The headmaster thought that was enough and turned to Ace asking, “My goodness.. You, what's your grade and name?”

Ace actually replied, most likely in fear, “Ace Trappola, first year.”

The gracious headmaster was pleased, “Then, Trappola, Grim, and you as punishment, I order the three of you to wash 100 window around campus!” He bounced his head probably affirming to himself that he chose the proper punishment after he pointed at you. 

Grim did not agree, “Nyaaa!? It's all cause this joker was making fun of us!”

Ace also did not, “Eeeh!? Me too?”

You silently sympathized with the headmaster for having to deal with so many children because he could only respond undoubtedly, “Most definitely! After school, meet in the cafeteria. Understood?” 

The two children groaned in disapproval but went with it.

And Grim stated something that you couldn't agree more with,“Nothing but misery since yesterday!!”

Your only response to the entire situation was to fall onto the cement again and try not to cry because a bad bitch doesn’t. 

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Hahaha...I can't with myself. I tried to make this short, but it's the longest one so far. Thank you so much for reading everything, and I hope you have a great day!

[angelofbenignmalevolence]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Virgil Tracy, John Tracy, Scott Tracy Additional Tags: Mentions of the incident with EOS, Brotherly disagreements, Sibling fight Series: Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

John descends from on high after EOS reveals herself. A full medical scan needs to be run. And there are some words that need to be exchanged between brothers.

This is for my "Bad Thing Happen Bingo Card." The prompt here was John and Pinned to a Wall. It was requested by @kenzie-running-free​​ and @ohsheasus​​. A very special thank you to @thunderbird-one-ai​​ for the help getting out of the corner I had written myself into.

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John was one of the brothers that didn’t mind visiting the infirmary so much. Alan hadn’t yet grown into hating the infirmary, since his scrapes had been relatively minor this far and thus he had only had a slightly stern Virgil and a doting Grandmother to deal with in the infirmary. Gordon tried to avoid the infirmary like the plague after his hydrofoil crash and so many subsequent instances where Thunderbird Four had gotten into some serious trouble. Virgil didn’t mind being the medic, but when it came to his own injuries, he made himself scarce in the infirmary. And Scott…well, Scott seemed allergic to the infirmary where his own injuries were concerned.

John wished that allergy to the infirmary applied to the brothers’ injuries as well. Perhaps then, Scott would not be standing across from him in the infirmary, glowering. Scott’s arms were folded across his chest, a sign that didn’t bode well for John. It was obvious that Scott was waiting for Virgil to finish full medical before giving John a piece of whatever was on his mind. John wouldn’t have needed three guesses to know what that was. Virgil stepped back as he completed the scans and battery of tests on John.

“Well, it looks like all your scans appear to be coming back normal. There doesn’t seem to be any long lasting effects from earlier,” Virgil said. John had been so close to death when Alan had pulled him into Thunderbird Three that Virgil just wanted to run all the tests again, as if he was afraid that this was some kind of an illusion and that John was still dying.

“So does that mean that I am clear to return to Thunderbird Five?” John asked. He was anxious to get back to his bird and fulfill the promise he had made to the AI that had, only hours ago, tried to kill him. Scott’s lips thinned into a line, a change of expression that Virgil didn’t miss and only barely managed to suppress himself.

“Medically speaking, I have no reason to deny you a return to Thunderbird Five, but it looks like Scott might have something to say about that,” Virgil said. John hopped off the bed in the infirmary.

“Well, he can tell me while I prepare the space elevator to take me up,” he said. If Scott was going to ream him out, he didn’t exactly want an audience. He didn’t give either Scott or Virgil the chance to protest as he headed for the infirmary doors. A set of footsteps following behind him told him that Scott had followed him. John kept walking, knowing that it was only a matter of time until Scott couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Are you going to slow down so we can talk?” Scott asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. John kept walking.

“I suppose that depends on your definition of talk,” John said. “I’m not in the mood for a lecture.” Scott grabbed his arm and wheeled John around. He had been so close to making it to the hangar. John could see the stormclouds in his brother’s eyes.

“What the hell are you thinking, John?” Scott asked as John wrenched his arm out of his brother’s grasp. John took a breath before answering. Getting upset was going to get them nowhere fast, not with Scott’s volatile temper and John’s penchant for glacial fury when he was pushed to anger.

“I’m medically fit to continue to do my job,” John said. “To do that, I need to go back up to Thunderbird Five.”

“Back up with that thing that tried to kill you.” It wasn’t a question.

“She didn’t—”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me that thing didn’t mean it,” Scott said. “Or that it didn’t know what it was doing. It’s made from your code. You’re the smartest person I know and the one that calculates everything in advance. Your code taught itself how to evolve to near human intelligence. It knew exactly what it was doing.”

“Her prime directive was self preservation,” John said. “The same prime directive that we all have.”

“We don’t have a prime directive! We are humans, John! And what is to stop it from resorting back to that prime directive, from labeling you as a threat?” Scott said. John shook his head.

“I managed to get through to her. She has me at her core, Scott,” John said, trying to use his cool logic to defuse the situation.

“That didn’t seem to make a difference when it locked you out of your spaceship without any supplemental air,” Scott said. The sight of John’s lifeless body on the hologram projector, the glassy eyed stare as the oxygen in his suit thinned, these were images that would haunt Scott’s dreams for too long.

“Dad would have given her a chance,” John said.

“Well dad isn’t here right now,” Scott said. John folded his arms.

“You’re right. He isn’t. So stop trying to pretend like you’ve become him. You’re my brother at home, my commander in the field, but you will never take the place of dad,” John said.

“Goddammit John,” Scott said, grabbing the front of John’s uniform and pushing him roughly against the wall, eliciting a soft oof from his brother. “You aren’t listening to me!”

“Get off me, Scott,” John said, pushing against his brother’s wrists. Scott held fast, letting him up off the wall only enough to push him back against him again, forcing John’s attention back on him.

“No. You’re going to listen to me,” Scott said. “I watched you as you slowly started to suffocate up there, because of that thing. That thing pretended to be you so well that we nearly lost you.” Scott’s voice shook with suppressed fear. “I nearly lost you because that thing isolated you from us. And once we got you out of there, you went straight back in and put your life in its hands.” John could feel his brother’s knuckles shaking through the fabric of his uniform, holding on not as a threat, but instead out of fear that if he let his brother go, it might be for the last time. John laid his hands over his brother’s wrists.

“I’m still here Scott,” he said. Scott rested his forehead against John’s.

“I don’t trust that thing,” Scott declared softly. “I don’t trust that thing with you. I can’t lose you as well as mom and dad. It would break me.” John let go of his brother’s wrists to put his arms around Scott, assuring him of his presence. After a moment, Scott’s grip on his brother shifted to an embrace.

“You don’t have to trust her, Scott,” John said, pulling Scott close to him. “Put your trust in me. Trust that I won’t leave this family…I will do everything I can to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again.” Scott’s arms tightened around his brother as he heard the space elevator descending.

“Please, John,” Scott asked, barely audible over the creak and groan of the machinery. “Please…just…stay here on earth tonight…for my sake.” John pushed Scott back slightly to get a good look at his brother. His brother’s eyes were glistening with desperation and his shoulders were tight with panic. John nodded.

“Ok, Scott…I’ll stay tonight…I’ll stay…” John said. “Just let me smooth things over with EOS and then we can go relax, yeah?” Scott frowned at the mention of the AI but he nodded slowly, letting John up off of the wall. John moved over to the control panel for the space elevator and Scott let out a soft sigh.

John’s heart was far too big, and his trust often misplaced. But Scott knew his own trust in John was never misplaced, even if it meant compromise when Scott would rather exert his will to keep his brother safe. He waited until John had a brief conversation with the AI and dropped the tension he hadn’t realized he was holding in his shoulders when the Space elevator began to ascend again. John moved over and put a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Come on,” he said, leading the way out of the hangar. “Let’s get you to relax a little.”

[skvaderarts]

Hiraeth Chapter 53: Connoisseur

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Chapter Fifty-Three: Connoisseur

Notes: I had way too much fun with this chapter. Even use the voice to speech editor!

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After what felt like a lifetime, Sirrus had finally made good on his promise to cook dinner.

When he had shown up with groceries, he had done so with a vengeance, bringing what had to be an entire vehicle’s worth of them despite the fact that he had seemingly brought them there on foot. No one had seen a vehicle of any sort. If he’d had them delivered, they hadn’t noticed, and unfortunately it had only occurred to them after he’d brought everything in that he’d had quite a bit to carry.

Much to their astonishment, he was actually capable of cooking, despite the fact that he showed very little interest in actually cooking what he had just made. He’d brought himself a bottle of wine that he had no intention of sharing, and then he had made himself comfortable, more interested in knowing if they enjoyed the meal than actually tasting it for himself. Had they just been poisoned?

“You know, this is pretty damn good,” Nero said as he went back for a second plate of whatever pasta he’d been digging into. It wasn’t something that he’d had before, but whatever it was, it was great. He made sure to set some aside for Kyrie and the kids to taste when he went back home tomorrow. He needed to check and make sure that everything was okay back at home. Then he would return and spend a bit more time with his older sibling. “Were you just not hungry or something?”

Sirrus looked up from his bottle of wine, more than halfway done with it but still not seemingly intoxicated. He’d been silently drinking for about a half-hour, enjoying every moment of it. It seemed that his alcohol tolerance was quite strong. After all, that was some dark wine, and although it wasn’t the biggest bottle Nero had ever seen, he couldn’t help but notice that he was probably going to finish it off in one sitting.

“Hm? Oh. I appreciate your concern, but I will have to pass. There is an ingredient in that pasta that I simply can’t abide by.” Sirrus topped off his drink, being the only person that any of them had ever seen drink wine out of what seemed to be a round, flat-bottomed drinking glass instead of a full-sized one. It was strange, to say the least. He would slosh it around for a moment before taking an occasional sniff and drinking it, nodding to himself. None of them understood why, but they simply assumed that he really liked that wine.

“But… then why not leave it out? Then you could eat it.” Nero was genuinely confused as to why he made something for them to eat that he would be allergic to. It seemed like a hazard. And what in the world had he even put in the pasta that he was allergic to? It didn’t seem like an exceptionally complex dish. Did Sirrus ever eat?

“I find that people seem to like it better with that in the dish. It gives it a good flavor.” He shrugged slightly, taking another sip of his drink. “It’s kind of like leaving salt out of your food. You just don’t do that unless you have to.”

Nero sighed and shook his head, amused. He could have just made them something else for dinner if that was the case, but he was grateful either way. He didn’t really need to understand it. “I swear, if it’s garlic or something… ” The youngest descendant of Sparda froze in place, his brain jamming like a faulty gear. “... Are you a fucking vampire?!”

Much to both his and V’s surprise, Sirrus burst into hysterical laughter. He barely managed to sit his drink and the bottle down on the coffee table before leaning over continuing to laugh, gagging slightly. He continued that way for almost two minutes before wiping the tears from his eyes and standing up, clearing his throat. He was clearly flushed and seemed almost embarrassed to have reacted in the way that he had.

“That’s not a bad guess, but no. Not quite, I’m afraid.” He took a few deep breaths, clearing his throat further. Once he had shaken off the residual urge to continue laughing by stifling a short flurry of chuckles, he reached down and took another sip of his drink, using it to coat his throat. That had nearly wrecked his vocal cords. “But I can see why you might think that. Unfortunately, I think my ability to not burst into flames during the daylight hours disqualifies me.”

Shrugging in defeat and opting to return to his food, Nero silently admitted defeat. Sirrus had a point, vampires did burn in the sun. At least from what he knew. And all of this was hypothetical, after all. Vampires weren’t a real thing… were they? After all, he was a quarter-demon. Who was he to say what was and wasn’t valid on the supernatural spectrum? It wouldn’t be the craziest thing he’d ever heard or the strangest thing he’d ever experienced. “Yeah probably.”

Clearly realizing that he had probably made things somewhat awkward, he sat down again, unable to remember why he had just stood up. He truly had been turned around by Nero’s comment. “But that being said, I genuinely can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. So thank you. I think I needed it more than I realized.”

Returning to his food in an effort to finish it before it got cold, Nero nodded. They were going to have a busy day working on this plan, and he wanted to enjoy the simple things before anything major happened. And while this pasta wasn’t the simplest thing he’d ever had, it was much simpler than basically everything else going on. Why ruin it?

Seemingly considering something, V turned to face both his brother and their companion. He’d only been half-listening, but he had been fully amused. Dante and Vergil had left about an hour ago, and Lucia was asleep upstairs. Flora and Morgan had joined her not too long ago, and Bren had joined the twins at Vergil’s request, the eldest of the group unwilling to allow him to linger around everyone else without himself present. “In order to keep them from being easily tracked by the summoner who is actively hunting V and Morgan,” he’d said. And to be fair, that made sense.

Yawning, V stood up from the armchair that he’d made himself comfortable in and headed towards the hallway. As amusing as this conversation was, he felt an immense desire to take a nap and rest. There would be time enough to go back and forth with them over the fascinating and diverse mythological history of vampires and demons another time. For now, he would be satisfied simply getting a good night’s rest.

“If I may, I bid you farewell. I am far past my prime, and I believe it is now time that I retire to my bedroom.”

Nero scoffed playfully. “V, you're, what, barely in your early twenties? You haven’t even gotten to your prime yet. Don’t sell yourself short.”

Pausing for a moment, V took that into consideration. He then smirked and tilted his head in Nero’s direction, peering at him over his shoulder with his back still turned to him. “I’m sorry Nero, but while I am aware of this, the rest of my body doesn’t seem to agree with you. I’m afraid those decisions come from a bit further up the ladder.” He barely resisted the urge to laugh to himself. It was true, but that didn’t make the joke any less compelling in his mind. But he appreciated his younger brother’s support.

Sirrus simply held up his glass and nodded, his mouth full of more wine. It seemed that he had no interest in holding V up. He wasn’t going to stop him from heading off to bed, it seemed. And V was sure that whenever he got up in the morning Sirrus would be there to greet him. He couldn’t pinpoint how, but he just knew that that was the case. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He still had work to do.

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One of V’s least favorite phenomena had just occurred. And of course, it would pick a time like this. So often when he found himself tired and excited to get a good night’s rest, something like this would occur, absolutely throwing off his entire routine and disturbing what would otherwise be a relaxing time. But considering everything that was going on, he couldn’t say that he was surprised that his own body would betray him in such a manner. At least it wasn’t demonic in nature for once.

He had never been able to put a name to the sensation, but he had felt it all his life. For as long as he could remember, the sensation had occasionally plagued him when he started to drift off to sleep, disturbing what would have otherwise been a peaceful night’s rest. But it had managed to creep its way back into his subconscious yet again, just as it always did. The sensation of falling was unwelcome, but it happened from time to time. He knew it wasn’t all that strange, but he still didn’t enjoy waking up that way.

Wiping the sweat from his brow and panting slightly, he decided that the best course of action in this situation would be to get something cold to drink. Perhaps that would calm his frayed nerves. He would normally brew a cup of tea, but he simply did not feel like putting in that much effort into it right now. He would have a cold drink and return to his bed. It was as simple as that.

Laying there in the bed reclined against the headboard, he found himself actively telling himself to get up and head downstairs, but to his surprise, his muscles didn’t move. No matter how much he tried, he simply couldn’t will himself to move even the slightest amount. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he cursed his sedentary state. He was quite literally getting nowhere like this.

After several minutes, his leg suddenly moved, his brain subconsciously registering the fact that he had apparently been dozing off without realizing it. He’d actually zoned out, thinking about nothing in particular, and it seemed that he had suddenly regained the willpower necessary to do something; anything that he’d been trying to do. It was a small victory, but an important one. Or, at least he thought so. He was positive that he could actually make himself get up and head downstairs now. He just hoped that he didn’t manage to wake anyone up when he was doing it. He was in a haze.

Endeavoring to make his way out of the bed and over to the door to his bedroom, he sighed and tossed the covers to the side before standing up and heading over to the door. This wouldn’t take long, and then he could come back. Just the act of heading to the kitchen was exhausting enough to tell him that this plan was probably going to work just fine. He just hoped that he didn’t wake anyone up as he rounded the corner and headed towards the steps. But on his way over, something caught his eye.

Just out of the clear line of sight, he was certain that the back balcony door was open. The bright moonlight shined through as the curtains blew in the chilly night air, cooling that floor of the house and letting in the pleasant aroma that only hung in the air after it rained or snowed. But as lovely as it was, perhaps it was best that he close the door and go get his water so that he could head back to bed. This wasn’t the time to stay up.

Cautiously making his way over to the door, he paused as he entered the crosshairs formed by the glass in the windows. It was almost entrancing, the sight of the autumn moon lingering over a blanket of fresh snow. If he hadn’t been so tired he could have stood there forever, just enjoying the cool silence and the tickle of cold air on his exposed skin. But he knew that it was not the right time for something like that. He had been ordered to get plenty of rest, and this wasn’t the way to accomplish that. So with a heavy heart, he decided to turn back and head to his room. 

And he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he did.

Standing before him was Sirrus, silent, and admittedly scary as hell to him in a manner that he had never experienced before. For a brief but frankly terrifying moment, he’d made eye contact with the other man, his icy gray eyes turning from their normal color to a spine-chilling black. And not just the pupil. The entire eyeball. But then after what felt like a lifetime, he slowly blinked, tilting his head a centimeter at a time to the right as he seemed to register V’s presents for the first time so slowly that V wondered if he was possessed. And after what felt like the passage of a century, he blinked. Slowly and deliberately in a manner that reminded him entirely too much of the way that a snake or a lizard might. There was entirely too much control behind the gesture for his tastes, and he was positive that he never wanted to see it again for as long as he lived.

He hadn’t registered his companion’s approach, and he most certainly hadn’t been prepared for this glimpse into what he could only assume was his true nature. It reminded him of the way that the other members of his own family’s eyes changed color when they entered their Devil Trigger state, except somehow several measures creepier. Perhaps it was purely because of the fact that although yellow and red were not normal eye colors by any metic, black was just sinister. What on earth had he just discovered? V refused to believe that this wasn’t something that happened regularly. It just seemed like something that had an actual reason behind it. After all, he was sure that he’d actually seen that just now and that he hadn’t been hallucinating. 

“Honestly, it’s so rare that anyone ever sees me under moonlight that I forget the effect it has on me. Forgive my startling visage and my inability to announce myself when I enter a space.”

The young summoner continued to stare blankly, rooted to the spot. For whatever reason, he just didn't seem to be able to form any meaningful thoughts at the moment. He still felt like he had just stared into the abyss and it had stared back at him. Or perhaps more appropriately into him. The nature of his companion’s powers and, to that extent, his very being, we’re still a mystery to him, so to say that this had taken him entirely off guard would be an understatement. But it wasn’t so much that he felt threatened by Sirrus as it was that he simply had no ability to understand what had just happened between them. He now had a better understanding as to why Nero had been so surprised to see him up this late in the kitchen on a few occasions. It was, indeed, very distressing. But he had a distinct feeling that this was somehow worse.

“I could be mistaken, but you seem to have something on your mind.” Sirrus was clearly trying his very best to make an uncomfortable situation seem less so, but he clearly understood that he wasn’t getting anywhere and fast. A part of him genuinely wished that he hadn’t seen him doing that, even if it was only for V’s sake. People tended to react poorly to that aspect of who he was. “I assure you that I have not been possessed or otherwise influenced by the darkness that seeks to consume us all. This is simply just what my eyes do at night under the cover of a full moon when I am outside. The curse of what I am. That is why you didn’t see this before now. They do just the opposite on bright sunny days, though that is a bit harder to notice.”

“… Yes, I see that.” He honestly didn’t know how to feel about this situation. But he could try and break the ice. “Is it uncomfortable? It seems as though it would give you a bad case of photosensitivity.”

“As a matter of fact, it sort of does.” Sirrus shrugged, walking over to the rail and sitting down in the thin layer of snow that coated the balcony. “But again, I am sorry that I disturbed you. Darkness and light are present in different measures in all beings, but during certain natural phenomena, it takes a much more literal hold over me. There is no danger in it. I have full control over my abilities. I’ve worked my whole life to ensure that… but the full moon still seems to have some wicked hold over me. It possesses an allure that I cannot deny. And so from time to time, I indulge in its presence. Even if only for a moment. That seems to satiate my nebulous desires.”

V nodded, leaning against the railing. He had felt his own version of that from time to time, but it didn’t seem to be as strong as what his companion had just described. It sounded as though it called to him in a way that he couldn’t explain away in the manner that V could. Perhaps that was a trademark of things that resided or originated in darker places? It seemed demonic in nature, but from what he’d inferred during Sirrus’s conversation with Hydrangea back at the Ludwig estate, Sirrus seemed to possess powers that dwelled firmly in the light side of the power spectrum. He didn’t know enough about the differences between enhancement and abilities to have a firm opinion on that matter, but he had to admit that this made him consider a few possibilities.

“You’ve been quiet. Have I startled you into silence?”

Glancing over at him nonchalantly, V quietly dispelled that notion with his now much more relaxed demeanor. He hadn’t been visibly distressed before, but what little fear that had been present in him had now entirely dissipated. “Forgive me. I was considering something.”

Sirrus nodded in understanding before he poured the last of his wine into the glass that he was holding. Whether this was the same glass or another one was unknown to him, but V was still somewhat surprised to see that he was completely sober. And although he wasn’t sure how he knew, he just knew that it didn’t affect him the same way it did everyone else. He himself had still failed to ever actually do more than taste a sip of wine. He couldn’t say that he felt an immense desire to drink it, using it for little more than cooking. But he did know that Sirrus should be at least slightly inebriated by now.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are incapable of becoming intoxicated aren’t you?”

Looking up at him, Sirrus seemed to consider the question before nodding once in almost hesitant agreement. “Yes. You would be correct. And I do believe that that isn’t the only thing you’ve discovered about me tonight. I just think you lack the vocabulary and relevant knowledge to understand what you’ve unearthed. There is a name for what I am. It just isn’t one that many people know or believe to be true. I suspect that you will understand in due time. But for now, we need to make a plan, and you should rest.”

V agreed with his sentiments. “I had ventured out of my bed to get something to drink. I plan to return there soon, but now I wonder if I shall actually sleep. I’m very awake now, I’m afraid. But I suppose that’s how it always works when you are seeking a good night’s rest.”

He shook his head for a brief moment, not having much to say about the matter. “You need not explain yourself to me, V. You are not a child. If you wish to wander the halls of your home and then sleep on the floor in the hallway. I have no say over that.” He took a moment to slosh his drink again, looking at it in the glass. It did have a wonderful bouquet, at least as far as he was concerned. “And if sleeping is what you intend to do, I would recommend the brandy I brought over. This wine would no doubt be revolting to you. It is basically every aside from a few close friends and relatives of mine.”

“Now I am morbidly curious as to what it actually tastes like.” V’s eyebrow arched ever so slightly. Sirrus would have had to possess very specific culinary preferences to be so certain that his drink would not be well received by anyone other than himself. Wasn’t the point of alcohol to be appealing to people?

Much to his surprise, Sirrus handed him the cup. It seemed that he was willing to allow him to learn from his mistakes. V took the glass and looked at it. It was thick and did indeed possess a distinct smell, although it was not one that he could pinpoint. Or more importantly, it possessed two distinct smells, both of which seemed extremely familiar to him but he was unable to identify. Something told him that this wine tasted the exact same way that it smelled, and he wondered for a moment if he wanted to actually taste it. For some reason, he still did, but something about it just nagged at him.

“OH PLEASE, V. This isn’t even nearly the worst thing you’ve ever stuck in your mouth. Remember Redgrave City? Because I know I do.”

“... You make a valid point, Griffon. It wouldn’t be.”

“When don’t I make a good point, V? That’s what I’m here for, after all. Now drink it. I just gotta know if it’s as bad as he’s making it sound.”

Admittedly surprised to hear Griffon chime in, he smiled slightly to himself as he answered his familiar in his head, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sirrus. The other man leaned back slightly, unaware of what his companion was thinking, but sure that he was missing some sort of internal monologue. “You should do that more often.”

V looked up at him from over the top of the small glass, his eyes peering through his white bangs. His lips had very nearly been on the glass. Sirrus’s timing couldn’t have been better if he’d expected him to actually answer. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“Smile, V. If you don’t mind me saying as much, you have a lovely smile. Especially when you smile genuinely. It carries to your eyes as well.” Although calm, he seemed entirely flustered to say that out loud. V simply stared at him, surprised to hear him say something like that. He’d never really considered what he looked like to other people aside from making note of the fact that his demeanor seemed to set everyone off and make them think he was up to something even when he actually wasn’t.

“Do I now… “ He paused, unsure as to what to really say to that. He wasn’t good with compliments. “I hadn’t noticed. I don’t do it very often, and I can’t say I spend much time in front of a mirror.”

“Then I am to believe that you just wake up in the morning looking better than practically everyone else I’ve ever met?” Sirrus cracked a genuine, self-satisfied smile at the statement, closing his eyes for a moment as he blinked slowly. “I suppose that makes sense. Some people are just naturally captivating, and It’s difficult to manufacture that look you get in your eyes. I don’t believe that’s something you can just fake. It comes from somewhere primal. I think it makes the person it belongs to that much more captivating. But on an unrelated note…  how’s the wine. I could wax eloquent about you all day, but if I’m not mistaken, you have places to be, and that isn’t something you want me to do.”

V just stared at him for a moment, suddenly very self-conscious for reasons he couldn't pinpoint. He really wasn’t good at receiving compliments, especially when he was the center of attention; something else that he admittedly hated to be.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, please forgive me. I simply wished to be honest. I do so as much as possible. And if not, I prefer to avoid the topic altogether.”

Now, that was something that the young summoner could relate to. “Likewise.”

Holding the glass back up to his face, he took a small sip, unsure of what to actually expect from something like this. And to his surprise, he was immediately and entirely overwhelmed by the flavor profile. It was the strangest thing he’d ever tasted, full stop. And he both loved and hated it. His concussion had probably been evident on his face as his brain attempted to process the strange menagerie of flavors that had just hit his taste buds. And from such a small sample size? How had Sirrus managed to drink an entire bottle of this extremely potent wine? Even if he didn’t feel its possible alcoholic effects, this was just, quite frankly, the most overwhelming thing that he had ever ingested. And that was saying something considering his track record.

“Rosa Sanguinum. It’s a vintage from a place I frequent with a very specific flavor profile. And an even more on the nose name. Thankfully no one understands Latin these days, so I don’t believe that the vineyard had anything to worry about. Although to be fair, I don't believe that they are doing themselves any favors with the braiding on the bottle.” Sirrus gestured towards the deep crimson red wax that ran the bottle in a bid to seal it. It was striking in comparison to the black glass.

 “Yes, I can see that. If I’m honest, I absolutely loathe it… But I feel an undeniable desire to keep drinking it.” He took a second sip, seemingly trying to mentally process the drink. But no, it still tasted exactly the same way. And he had to admit that it was actually starting to grow on him the longer he attempted to understand it. “But the name makes perfect sense in retrospect… Because this tastes exactly like its namesake. Blood and roses. Or more specifically, it tastes as though I just bit the inside of my mouth and fell face-first into a thorn bush. And I’m disturbed by how much those two overwhelming flavor profiles mix with one another. I have no desire to know how they flavored this.”

 Sirrus seemed genuinely shocked by that statement, his eyes widening considerably for a moment before he blinked the surprise away. It seemed that he was completely taken aback by that statement. “You're quite literally the first person I’ve met in ages that actually likes this. Most people simply spit it out or gag at how strong the flavor profile is. Exceptional.” He seemed to be genuinely shocked at this outcome, unable to process an even remotely favorable reply. “One can only imagine that it is a product of your demonic heritage. Perhaps I’ll venture out and purchase one for you.”

 V smirked and shook his head, absentmindedly finishing off the last sip in the cup after Sirrus brushed off the offer to take it back. That would actually make some sense. He then slid down the banister until he was sitting on the ground as well, hating that he couldn’t be bothered to disagree. It was the most literal case of “I hate it. Give me more” that he had ever experienced. Maybe one day he would explain to Sirrus that this wasn’t the first time he’d had a mouthful of something that had this strong of a blood taste. After all, if he didn’t, Griffon would no doubt rat him out at a moment’s notice. He’d been waiting for the opportunity to tell on him to someone for his Redgrave City eating habits for ages now. “That would be absolutely awful. I think I would love that.”

 The man with the red hair closed his eyes and shook his head, resisting the small smile that threatened to sneak its way onto his face. V truly was something else. He was glad that they had been given the opportunity to meet. It had been a lifetime since he’d had the opportunity to speak with someone this intriguing. One could only hope that V enjoyed his presence as much as he enjoyed his. He knew that it was unlikely, however. After all, he was a gigantic weirdo. But then again, this was the second time they’d spent a late night chatting aimlessly about gods knew what when everyone else was asleep and V should be asleep. It was probably best that he usher him off to bed before he fell asleep lead against the wall and he had to stealthily carry him back to his bedroom. Again.Though it would be easier to do here than back at the Ludwig estate. “Go to bed, V. I believe you may be drunk.”

 “Yes. I believe you may be right.” He chuckled quietly to himself. It seemed that he was something of a lightweight, at least when it came to this damned blood wine.

 (-~-)

 Okay, so your gonna laugh, but I had 400 words left to write today to hit my self-imposed and probably stupid chapter-length limit, and then I went and took a nap. Woke up at 5:30 pm, and I kid you not, I wrote 2.4K more words. This chapter is exactly 5k words, and that makes my OCD immeasurably happy. Like, this is 11 pages long! Normally it’s like 6, maybe 7! I know that’s insane, but it does make me excited! I just really enjoyed writing this conversation between V and Sirrus, I guess. They have a fun dynamic, and I like the idea of V making a friend outside of his family. After all, he doesn’t have very many. I think he considers the rest of the team as a sort of extended family, and Sirrus is sort of this odd exception because he still barely knows him in the grand scheme of things. But either way, it just made me stupidly giddy to write this chapter and both expand on two of my favorite characters and also sprinkle in a little bit of lore. The next chapter is plan time, so that’s going to be pretty fun, too. I hope you enjoyed this one!

 See you on Friday!

[marveloussupernerd]

Forgiveness - Platonic! Saeran Choi (Romantic! 707 lowkey too)

No this is not what I planned to post tonight but I forgot I had hw and now I’m tired lol. I still think Saeran had a thing for MC in Seven’s after ending but didn’t really go into it too much here. But I’m just saying...

Warnings: panic attack, PTSD, spoilers for Seven’s real name and the Secret Ending!

Summary: you know Saeran is Saeyoung’s brother, but you knew him first as the hacker who sent you to the RFA, who threatened your security, who held you in a chokehold and threatened to blow you up. Obviously he was mentally manipulated... but it’s hard to get the image and fear out of your mind. Lowkey Seven x MC, takes place after Seven’s route

You were seeing Saeran for the first time since everything that happened at Mint Eye. Saeyoung hadn’t wanted you to; he said he was still unstable. But he was home with his brother now. And he probably wasn’t completely mentally stable. But Saeyoung, after receiving his surgery, had to go through physical therapy and was told to take it easy, especially when it came to housework. You just wanted to help.

Saeran had been in the hospital for a while; the doctors had said he was improving, but then he lashed out at one of them, physically harming him. So maybe he wasn’t completely ready. But! You would try your best not to be nervous.

You knocked on the door to Seven’s house and it started prompting ridiculous tasks. Fortunately, he opened the door almost immediately, saving you the struggle. “Hi,” you smiled, holding his waist very gently, afraid of hurting him in any way. “How are you?”

He rested his hands on your shoulders. “Good, good. A... lot going on.” He looked nervous, but he moved from his spot and waved you inside.

“Don’t be so nervous, Babe. I’m just here to help you get things together for Saeran’s room and maybe make some dinner,” you reassured him. Goddamn you were nervous, and he wasn’t helping.

“Oh! Yeah. I had the frame sent to the house for a new bed, but obviously I can’t put it all together on my own,” he explained, rubbing his arm absentmindedly.

“I don’t know how handy I am, but as long as you tell me how to do it I can do it no problem!” You wanted to bring that confidence to the room. It made him break out into a grin.

“His room will be right over here.” He opened the door to the room. “He offered to bring in the box,” he pointed to the box, “but didn’t know who to build it.”

“Where is Saeran?” You looked around, wondering if you had missed him.

“Oh, he’s showering. He tends to spend a while in there reflecting or whatever. We’ll probably finish the bed by the time he gets done.”

“You have a lot of faith in me,” you giggled, rolling your eyes.

And it was well-put faith. Seven barked out instructions dramatically, helping you pick out which pieces go together and how. It was surprisingly not that bad? Good thing you hadn’t gotten it from IKEA.

There was a spare mattress in the closet. Why? Who knows, but you ignored that fact. Putting a mattress on the bed by yourself was... nearly impossible. Saeyoung ended out having to help you a little, bypassing his doctor’s orders, but he only lifted things for just for a few seconds, so apparently it was fine.

“There are blankets and sheets in the closet too. Divide and conquer? You get the sheets and I find some pillows?” He offered.

“Sure, sure,” you grinned. He left the room and you got to work in the closet, standing on your tiptoes to reach the sheets on the top shelf. You tried to make sure not to accidentally knock some of Saeran’s clothes off the hangers as you brought it down, but they still rattled a little. Still, everything was in place.

You turned out of the closet with sheets bunched up in your arms pretty quickly. And there was... Saeran, bumping right into you as he tried to enter the closet. His eyes turned dark, he jumped and wrapped his fingers around your throat.

He hadn’t even put any force into it. He had to train himself not to act this way. It was hard. But you still passed out. Why? He didn’t put any pressure on it? He caught you as you went to fall, picking you up and setting you on the mattress. He yelled for Saeyoung at the top of his lungs.

He rushed into the room. “Shit! Saeran, what happened?” He knelt next to the bed, taking in your form.

“I don’t know, I panicked. I thought someone was going to get me and I jumped into action. I...” he was so embarrassed. “I almost choked her. I wrapped my hand around her throat. Didn’t put any pressure on it but... I think I frightened her.”

You opened your eyes hazily. Saeyoung was kneeling next to the bed, your attacker hanging over him. You didn’t realize you were frantically backing away until you had fallen off the opposite side of the bed onto the hard floor. Seven came rushing over to you. You buried your face in his chest, crying. He wrapped his arms around you.

You were hyperventialting. What was he supposed to do? He rubbed your back, whispering to you that it was okay. Saeran stood there, staring confused, feeling like a piece of shit. You were having a panic attack or some form of PTSD. Who could blame you? He had broken into your apartment and choked you in the past. Sure he was trying to be different... but he was still a monster. He ran out of the room, desperate to help you.

“Saeyoung,” you heard Saeran whisper. You glanced up at him from your current embrace, vision so smeared and teary that you could barely make him out.

He said your name apologetically, his voice soft. “This might help,” he held out an orange. “I don’t know... I thought it could help ground you. I’m so so sorry... I just thought that it was someone from Mint Eye.”

You took it from his hands, his fingers brushing over yours. They felt a lot like Saeyoung’s, which shouldn’t be such a surprise. He had a lot more callouses on the palm of his hands though, while Saeyoung’s mostly were on the sides of his fingers or his fingertips. You were taking way too long feeling you his hand for this orange. It was weird.

You left Saeyoung’s embrace, feeling sort of shaky, and sat on the end of the bed. Saeran knelt down next to you; you were taller than him in this position. It made him feel much less threatening. “The doctors at the hospital used to do this for me when the medicine triggered me. I doubt there’s any science behind it... but grounding yourself helps.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I was so pissed off though I was shit about grounding myself.”

Saeyoung coughed, cutting Saeran off. “Oh! But, uh, this always helped me. The color’s bright, the scent is strong, the taste is all... sour to me honestly. You’ve gotta peel it... you’re focusing all your senses on one thing. Uh, at least I think that’s how it works.”

You nodded, eyes downcast on the orange. Your hands were shaky as you tried to peel it, to at least get it started. You just couldn’t seem to focus enough to get it. Saeyoung knelt down on your other side. Two twins on both sides. It was almost funny. He slowly moved his hands towards yours, and when you didn’t move them away he rested them on top of yours, helping you move to start the peeling.

Once you got started it became easier. The scent was strong as always. It reminded you of lunch in elementary school when you could tell someone across the table had an orange in their lunchbox; you could always smell it. You tore off a piece and put it in your mouth, eyes shutting to focus on the taste. You had just bought it today, so it wasn’t at its completely ripe prime, but it was still okay. A little sour, but it tasted like an orange alright.

You repeated these steps, focused on your breathing and the orange and the complete silence of the room, until you finished about half the fruit.

Your eyes opened. You took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Better.”

“I’m so so so sorry,” Saeran frowned, still kneeling by your side. “I feel like the worst person ever. I never meant to do that to you.”

“It’s okay,” you gave him a small smile. “It’s... something we need to work on. Making our presence known.”

Saeyoung stayed silent, watching the scene unfold without a word. What could he say? Add to the situation? They had been through so much because of him and he was the only one to emerge mostly unscathed.

“I promise I’ll be more careful around you too. What I did in the past... is really unforgivable.” He couldn’t meet your eye. “I appreciate you being nice to me.”

“It’s not unforgivable.” You disagreed, shaking your head. “I understand what you’re going through; not completely, but hey. We can maybe work through this trauma together? You helped me a lot.”

He smiled a little, looking up at you. “Thank you. Truly. Both of you. For giving me a second chance.”

“Maybe not now, but when you get more comfortable, I’d love to give you a hug,” you told Saeran, a small giggle slipping out of your mouth as you thought about how silly the proposition was. “I dunno, you’re just so sweet and deserve so much more than what you’ve been dealt.”

“I wanna hug him first!” Saeyoung called.

“You’ve already hugged me you idiot.” Saeran replied, rolling his eyes. You could see from the glint that he was just messing with his brother though. He turned his attention back to you. “Are we okay?” He held his hand out, palm up, to you.

You took it, shaking his hand, holding it gently even after the shake. “We’re gonna be okay Saeran. Promise.”

Saeyoung bounced on the bed next to you, very gently (but enthusiastically) wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You jumped for half a second, dropping Saeran’s hand, but relaxed immediately when you realized who it was. You could tell by the way his chin dug into your shoulder so perfectly.

“You’re adorable,” he chuckled, placing kisses on your cheek. “But I was worried about you.”

You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips then letting him continue his attack. “I’m okay. We’re all gonna be okay.”

“Seeing you two put things in the past like this... it just warms my heart.” He put a hand over his heart dramatically.

“Please get out of my room,” Saeran whined. “Before I suffocate you with my bedding.”

Seven lifted you into his arms, running out of the room frantically, as though he actually thought his brother would do such a thing. Maybe in the past, but not anymore. Saeran was changing for the better, and the two of you were there to help him.