#tommy tell him to kill himself i beg u

[edgarallanpoestan]

tommyinnit the peoples princess

[normally-alexis]

okay, but imagine being in relation ship in Wilbur before he died, and when he came back he sees you flirting with Technoblade and he git a little jelaous if you know what i mean 😏 so he needed to remind u who he was.

Cheating

Pairings - Wilbur x reader

CW- Cheating, Public sex, Rough sex, rope play, degrading, spitting kink.

It was a tough time for you after Wilbur had passed away from being killed by Philza. You weren't by L'manburg but you did see the aftermath after everything had happened.

L'manburg was pretty much destroyed and You never really thought it could be fixed. Since Wilbur was pretty much dead or as it seemed that he was dead Tubbo and Tommy decided that they would try to take over L'manburg and fix it.

They're only kids so it wouldn't be that bad, But there's always a chance it could go wrong somehow. It's not your main concern at the moment.

You were mainly trying to comfort yourself about Wilbur's death, you in him were very close in relationship term wise so it did a lot of damage to you.

You tried were distancing yourself from Philza for killing your beloved but you did try to talk to him some days. You were slightly mad at Phil so you mainly talked to Techno whenever you were mad or needed help.

You and Techno got pretty close over the passing time, It's just a way to cope with your boyfriend's death and disappearance, nothing special.

Sometimes when you would visit Techno you both would flirt with each other. People who would be bystanders wouldn't be able to tell if it's serious or not.

Sometime's Techno would kiss your hand romantically and you thought it was pretty platonic. I guess people would label you two as dating since two friends wouldn't normally do this together.

Phil thought it was fine how you had moved along past your relationship because it would seem like you forgave him. It's a patch you needed within your life at the moment since Wilbur wasn't with you.

Techno was very sweet towards you and would bring you gifts and would sometimes kiss you. It's not an all-time thing but whenever the two of you were alone it would occasionally happen..

You were leaving Techno's cabin and it was after hours, you were walking down the steps into the snow and you went throughout the forset. You were stepping through the woods and got grabbed out of nowhere being pulled into the bushes.

Your mouth was covered and you put your hands on the hands on the stranger's hand trying to pull them off. They whisper inside of your ear "You've been cheating, huh?" The voice sounds like Wilbur but Wilbur was dead so it couldn't be Wilbur.

You look up and you were still struggling to remove his hands from your mouth. The man was a white streak in his hair and he has a cut on his arm. His clothes seem pretty roughed up and his outfit seems to be dirty.

The man removes his hands from your mouth and grabs your hands pushing your body towards the tree. He grabs onto your hands and ties them up with something. "You're a cheater now, wow I expected better from you, but you're a horny slut right?"

It's Wilbur's voice and it looks like Wilbur. It's not it was intentionally cheating but you didn't expect Wilbur to come back so you thought it was a way to cope.

"Sorry Wilbur, forgive me." Begging and pleading for his forgiveness wasn't getting you anywhere because it didn't matter. Once your hands were fully tied up he starts yanking your pants down, he steps on the pants once it's down to your ankles and pulls them away from your legs.

"Wilbur, forgive me, I'm sorry." He throws you on your back and you fail to fix your back due to your hands being tied up. You squirm and grunt having very light sweats.

Wilbur's changed so much, he's more aggressive and he's better at being dominant with you. He unzips his pants and slides them down to his knees.

He gets down on his knees and looks at your helpless body, he yanks your underwear down your legs and grips onto your thigh. You let out a grunt. "You want this don't you slut?" It's not even a minute after and you nod your head look at him with a slight smile along your face.

He smiles at you with a large grin along his face, He takes pulls his underwear down holding onto his dick. He strokes himself once prepping himself and then looks at you directing himself inside of you.

He holds back from thrusting for a moment to put one hand on your hip and the other hand above your head. He spits on your face making you seem like a complete object to him.

He starts thrusting inside of you and your walls clutch around his cock, you weren't uncomfortable but it's been your first time in a wall. Slipping himself in not waiting for the permission of your moans, all he needed was your consent and he was ready to go.

You grunt trying to fix your position but you couldn't because your hands were tied. His cock pressing against the temple of your clit was enough to make your whole body shake and tremble.

Being wet and having him fuck the shit out of you for cheating would be one of the best punishments. The pleasure was indescribable at the moment all you could do was moan your expressions but even that couldn't express it.

He hits a bunch of parts within your body and it makes you very weaker to him. At a loss of words, all you could do was moan sentences that you didn't even finish yourself.

"You're– such a fucking.. slut.. It's embarrassing you pig." Being labeled as something less than a human being was such a degrading term especially since Wilbur even came near you.

Whenever you and Wilbur had sex he always treats you like an animal by calling you horrible names that lead to you agreeing to him. His thrusts got deeper and with that, your moans got louder, his blunt expression was trying to stay the same but he did lose it a few times.

The more he thrusted the more it got easier to be faster at thrusting, you were loosened up from him going way too fast. His thrust got sloppy and uncontrollable making him less in control of you.

It's more of a revenge thing since you had already came on his dick and he had noticed it because it was stickery than before. The most his thrust was uncontrollable the more you could feel his dick twitching and giving out.

He pushes himself as far as he could and releases himself inside of you. His small pants were calmed down and all you could hear was mumbling. His cum was covering your walls making your lower half sticky.

He pulls out and removes his hands from your body. You turn over on your left side leaking with his cum out of your body with your arms tied behind your back and spit on your face you were nothing but an animal to him.

He grabs the knife from his pocket and cuts the rope and then stands up getting off of his knees. He puts his underwear over to cover himself up and pulls his pants up zipping them up.

"Clean yourself up you cheating slut."

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Did my writing get better loves?

[slasherwife]

I wonder, Slashers do something that makes their S / O very hurt (maybe they said something they shouldn't have or something else) they turn around and find their S / O crying, she says "Why do you hate me? I love you, but I'm making you suffer ... do you want me to leave? "

First off, ouch 😭

How the Slashers react to hurting their s/o

“Why do you hate me? I love you, but I’m making you suffer... do you want me to leave?”

Thomas Hewitt

Okay tbh our bab Tommy would never do anything to hurt his S/O. Like... ever

But hearing you say those words in pain? He wished he was dead, so that your pain would end.

This situation makes him so stressed he sees black spots and he gets dizzy. He starts to hate himself entirely 😭🥀🖤

How could he ever hurt you? His love, his light, his angel?💖🖤

You can see he is hesitant, but his eyes tell everything. They swirl with regret and desperation for your forgiveness—

He just stares into your eyes as they well up, and he wants to reach out to wrap his arms around you— in the familiar warmth— but he falters

His hands are no longer worthy of you

He ends up running away.

GO AFTER HIMMMMM😭😭💖💖💕💕

Jason Vorhees

The only time he hurts you like so is on ACCIDENT. He’s too soft 🥺💖

If he could speak, he would say, “Don’t leave Jason.”

Over and over again.

Soft and stoic abt it, but internally, he’s wrenching in pain

He wants so desperately to tell you he loves you more than anything— that he’s sorry

But nothing emits from his deteriorating gash of a mouth

His eyes tell you a thousand times he’s sorry, he wants to go to his knees and beg for you to forgive him— beg you not to leave him 🥀

How could you say that? He’s genuinely confused, because you’ve never done anything to upset him😞💖

You’ve only been his sweet angel, who brings him joy and happiness, and loved him through everything ☀️🌷💕

He would shed oceans of blood for you❤️

It hurts him beyond consolation, so be upset, be cross, but do not leave him 🥀

Michael Myers

First off. No.

Stoic man is stoic

But internally he’s like, “I need u, dumb bitch.” uWu ❤️

You will get no reaction from him WHATSOEVER

He will stand there idly while you stare back, waiting for a response. Just know you’re wasting your time if you wanted a reaction.

I know it says “do you want me to leave?”, but if you tried, lol I dare you to even act remotely suspicious near a door or window.

He is EXTREMELY possessive and the thought of letting you slip through his fingers brings him tremendous rage.

Don’t stare too long and challange him tho uWu he will probably break you 🤭❣️(not in the fun way)

Blocks his emotions out of instinct so he probably won’t feel bad because of what you said.

I recommend distancing yourself and stop doing things for him if you really want an answer. He’ll realize he needs you, emotionally and all.

He’ll go out to kill some lady for her jewelry and leave out a couple necklaces and rings he thinks you’ll like, and that’s as close to an apology he’ll ever get 😊💜

Bubba Sawyer

U did not just say that 🥺

Even moreso than Thomas or Jason, he will n e v e r be mad at u or give u the impression that he hates u

If u ever said that to him, he would probably stare down at you, his eyes welling in pain before it all comes crashing down—

“Why would u say that Y/n” 😭😭

He’s a dramatic boo so he’ll probably drop to his knees and hug your waist, sobbing.

He might blubber out, “no leave bubbb.... *hiccup* no leave—“

He’s probably more of the vocal slashers, assuring you in broken English that he loves you and doesn’t want you to leave. 😭💖💕

Bo Sinclair

Looks behind him at you, before turning away and leaving.

This man doesn’t do emotion. Uwu 🖤

Tbh he’s embarrassed to be in this situation and puts the guilt on himself 💔🥺

He’s all in his head about this, to be honest 🥺

He probably will treat you like normal, hoping you forget about it and get over it lol

PDA doesn’t change a bit uWu. Whether you’re mad or happy, you’re Bo’s and nothing can change that hon. U don’t have a say in the matter uWu 🥀💖💖

But in his head he tries to think about what he did wrong, blames himself for a lot of stuff, and begins to think he’s not worthy of you 💔💔🥺🥀

This is when he’ll be very remorseful and at most will probably stroke your cheek while gazing intensely at you when you’re sleeping, and just a lot of lingering touches.

Just know that he’s sorry, even though he doesn’t say it 🥺💖💕

Brahms Heelshire

100% lil shit will dote on you with affection like “noooo dont leaveeeee 😏”secretly already prepared for your eventual escape with like 400 diff traps and a panic room

“I need youuuuu to make me cereal” 🥺🥺💕💖💕💖

Super touchy, uses his child voice to coax you into his arms as he gives you affection and love uWu

Will probably make u forget everything in the span of five minutes as he probably attaches himself to your leg and calls u sweet names in his child voice lell 💕💖😊

Tbh I don’t really see Brahms feeling necessarily bad about how you feel. He probably doesn’t understand the concept of healthy love so, hearing you say that stuff makes him think you’re not going to do things for him

Uwu sorry he’s like Michael but a brat🤭💕

So he’ll make sure you don’t think that uWu 😚💖 he’ll probably make u a pb and j with milk and cuddle u while u eat and sneak a few bites

Hope u liked ittt 💖💖

[soft--dragon]

Mining

Imagine this in an au where no war never happened and Dream was nice to Tommy without manipulating him :) I want my boys to be happy okay I'm soft for them all (I wrote this to help me with Tommy's latest stream cause it ✨h u r t✨ )

Word Count: 2,250

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

This was based on this prompt here I hope you enjoy this ^^

Tommy ran across the flower dotted fields, eyes bright and sword in hand. Dream ran beside him, occasionally glancing at the teen.

"You keeping up okay?" He asked.

"Yeah!" Tommy grinned, though Dream could see he was struggling to breathe.

"You should put the sword in your inventory" Dream advised, "the weight won't slow you down."

"There are mobs Dream" Tommy replied firmly, "I feel safer with it."

"Fair enough" Dream nodded but made sure to slow down a bit so Tommy could keep up.

Tommy had gone to Dream begging him to come along on a mining trip and to tell him about his speedrunning adventures. Dream would've declined but Tommy had seemed so excited by the idea that Dream really couldn't say no to the teen. Besides, he might be able to get to know the kid better. He was still pretty new to the server.

The pair stopped at a river, Dream only slightly out of breath, years of speedrunning training his body for this type of thing. Tommy on the other hand was bent over, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

"You gonna be alright?" Dream looked at him, a little concerned.

Tommy nodded again, instantly straightening up to smirk at Dream. "Please, I feel fine! I'm like a running machine, Big D!"

Dream screwed up his nose though he was smiling a little. "Don't call me that."

Tommy laughed, saluting. "Sure thing Big D!"

Dream groaned rolling his eyes. "C'mon, breaks over, we need to head to the cliffs to find a good cavern for resources."

Tommy sighed. "Gimmie a second to catch my breathe would ya? I'd like to live to see Tubbo's birthday."

"A running machine you said? Wouldn't that mean you don't need time to breathe?" Dream teasingly poked Tommy's side.

He didn't expect Tommy to violently flinch away, holding his side as he stared at Dream.

"What the fuck was that for?" He snapped.

Dream blinked. "Sorry, I was just...are you hurt?"

Tommy glared at him, pink starting to dust his cheeks. "I'm fine" he grumbled, "just don't do that."

Dream wanted to ask but refrained. Maybe Tommy had a thing with touch? But he was commonly seen hugging Tubbo and Wilbur...

"Sorry" Dream apologized again then motioned towards the moutain, "shall we continue?"

Tommy nodded, avoiding eye contact. Dream blinked at the lack of a snarky comeback. Was the boy still not comfortable enough around him for contact? Had he overstepped?

Dream pushed the thought aside. He'd spent a few weeks around Tommy, they'd given each other friendly shoves before. He probably just didn't expect the sudden touch.

"C'mon" Dream gently nudged the boy's shoulder, relieved when the boy shoved him back lightly.

They continued up the cliff side, Dream tossing blocks to Tommy whenever he needed them. All the while, Dream kept thinking back to the odd reaction Tommy had had earlier.

He might actually be hurt, the boy was terrible about taking care of himself if the stories Wilbur had told him were any indication.

Dream sighed, mining the dirt in front of him and pulling himself up on a sturdy ledge. They were about half way up the hill. Dream knew there was a trusty cavern close by perfect for mining. The amount of ores in there had barely been unearthed.

Dream looked over the edge where Tommy was climbing.

"How you doing kid?" He called.

"Fantastic!" Tommy sarcastically shouted back, his exhaustion clear in his voice. "How much further to the caven?"

"About five minutes, we'll take a break here" Dream replied.

Tommy grumbled something heaving himself up onto the edge of the grass block. "Fuck-!" He shouted in alarm.

Dream lunged down to grab Tommy's wrist as the boy's foot slipped off the grass block. Tommy gasped, staring up at the older boy.

"Dream! Don't let go!" He yelled, his feet scrambling for a foot hold.

"I'm not going to!" Dream grunted. "Stop moving around so much!"

Tommy forced himself to go slack. Dream yanked his arm up, tossing Tommy directly into his chest, causing him to topple over. They landed in a heap on the ledge, Dream practically hugging the boy to his chest. Tommy seemed equally shaken, gripping Dream's shirt tightly in his fists. The pair took a moment to breathe before Dream carefully pushed Tommy back to study his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked, almost tempted to take off his mask to get a clearer look at the kid.

"F-Fine" Tommy stuttered a bit, glancing over his shoulder at the edge of the cliff.

Yeah, that was bullshit.

Dream sat up, Tommy in his lap and held him at arm length. "Did you slip cause you couldn't get a footing? Or are you hurt? God please don't tell me you're hurt- actually do, I don't want Wilbur to kill me Tommy, are you hurt?"

He was rambling he knew he was but the heart attack he nearly had from almost losing Tommy sent his brain into mother hen mode.

Tommy laughed a little, putting his hand on Dream's mask and shoving him back. "I'm fine Dream, relax."

"I'm being serious Tommy" Dream batted Tommy's hand away. "Are you hurt, yes or no?"

"No" Tommy rolled his eyes, "god, you sound like Wilbur right now."

Dream glared at Tommy behind his mask. "I'm gonna make sure you're not lying."

"Ughhhhh fine" Tommy crossed his arms, pouting like a child.

Dream gently pressed his fingers against Tommy's arms to test for any sore spots, relieved when Tommy didn't react further than an annoyed eye roll.

"Uncross your arms" Dream told him.

Tommy blinked. "What? Why?"

"You might've bruised your ribs when I grabbed you, you hit the dirt pretty hard" Dream explained, "uncross em."

Tommy hesitated then lowered his arms slowly. Dream waited until they were all the way down then carefully moved his fingers around the bones. Tommy flinched and grabbed Dream's hands.

"You did lie to me unbelievable" Dream huffed. "How sore are they?"

Tommy wasn't looking at him, still keeping Dream's hands from touching him again. "I'm not hurt" he insisted, his voice high.

"Bull" Dream retorted, "you literally winced, Tommy just let me help you-"

"It didn't hurt alright?" Tommy finally lifted his head to glare at Dream.

A blush was burning his cheeks and ears, eyes flicking away from Dream's face to the ground.

Dream stared for a second, trying to put the pieces together. Then it clicked.

Oh.

Oh now that was interesting.

Dream smiled a little. "Tommy, if we're gonna do this whole mining thing, we need to trust each other, right?"

Tommy looked at him and nodded.

"Okay, so with that being said, can you let me check to see if you're injured anywhere else?"

Tommy pursed his lips together, eyes dropping from Dream's face to the grass. "F-Fine just don't-"

He cut himself off with a yelp as Dream poked his stomach.

"See!" Dream said, though he was smiling. "I told you that you were hurt!"

"No Dream, it doesn't hurt-" Tommy tried to explain but Dream prodded his stomach repeatedly making him squeak and slap a hand over his mouth.

"Tommy come on now, if you're in this much pain you got to let me know" Dream told him. "How badly does this hurt? Give me a rating from one to ten."

His hands shifted to poke at Tommy's hips. The boy squealed and broke into laughter, trying to shove Dream's hands away.

"Why are you laughing Tommy? This is serious!" Dream said, his grin while hidden by his mask, was evident in his voice.

"Yohohou're tihihihickling mehehe yohohohou jeheherk!" Tommy accused through his stream of giggles.

"Tickling you? I'm not tickling you Tommy I'm trying to see if you're injured!"

"Dreheheam I swehear to gOHOHOHOD!"

Dream glanced down at his hands to see them poking around Tommy's navel. He chuckled.

"Judging by that reaction you must've really hurt yourself here Toms, I'd better stay here to make sure you're not internally bleeding or something."

"No! No no no nohohohoho! Dreheheham!" Tommy squirmed in the older boy's lap, trying to escape the barrage of tickles.

"Hey, no, no getting out of this Tommy, you told me I could check for injuries" Dream pulled Tommy back until the boy was cradled in his arm, Dream's free hand scuttling around Tommy's stomach.

Tommy shook his head, covering his face with one hand while trying to bat Dream's hand away with the other. "Dreheheheheam!"

Dream giggled quietly. The boy was loud and a bit brash sure, but this? God, Dream was gonna remember this forever. He shifted from Tommy's stomach to his sides, where this whole thing really started.

Tommy squirmed, leaning back into Dream's arm as he laughed freely. His hand still covered half of his face, but Dream could see the pink tinge to his ears and cheeks.

Okay, that's was adorable.

Dream eased up a bit, but kept his hand resting on Tommy's stomach. The boy seemed to realise it had stopped about a minute after Dream actually had. He lifted his hand a little to peek out and immediately dropped it back when he saw Dream looking at him.

"That was cute" Dream teased.

"Shut the fuck up" Tommy groaned, "I'm not cute."

"You really are" Dream poked at his cheek making the boy's nose screw up. "Cuteinnit."

"I'll stab you" Tommy threatened.

"How could you stab me if you're too busy laughing?" Dream pinched at Tommy's hips making the boy squeal and break into a fit of giggles.

"Fuck off" Tommy slapped the hands away, drawing his knees to his chest to protect the area.

Dream laughed a little, ruffling Tommy's hair. "You really aren't hurt though?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine" Tommy huffed.

"If you say so, buuuuut" Dream dragged out the last word. "It would truly be a shame if you injured your feet somehow, imagine that, you wouldn't be able to outrun mobs, maybe I should check they're not hurt too?"

Tommy stared at Dream for a moment then scrambled to get out of Dream's arms.

"C'mere Tommy!" Dream laughed cheerfully, grabbing Tommy in a bear hug and falling back with him.

"Fuck off Dreheham!" Tommy yelled, but giggles were already peppering between his words. "No no no! Let gohoho!"

"Why? I just want to make sure my friend isn't in any pain Toms," Dream told him, rolling over and pinning Tommy to the ground.

"You're just gonna tickle mehehe!" Tommy tried to sit up but Dream's weight kept him down.

"What an accusation! I would never do such a thing in this kind of situation!" Dream pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Now, be a good lad and just stay still while I conduct my analysis."

"Fuck off!" Tommy shot back, a wobbly smile on his face as he felt Dream tug at his shoes. "Dreheheam! Wait wait wait-"

Dream giggled again. He used to this with George and Sapnap all the time. He missed the playful feeling that came with it.

Tommy's shoes dropped from his feet and Dream paused for a moment, hands poised by the arches. Tommy was giggling quietly behind him, the anticipation making him nervous. The silence stretched on for a bit before Tommy finally got brave enough to ask; "Dream?"

Dream instantly skittered his fingers up and down the boy's feet making Tommy throw his head back with a loud shriek, hysteric laughter following.

"NOHOHohoho! Dreheheham!" Tommy squirmed on the dirt, kicking his legs the best he could.

"Damn Tommy I think your feet might actually be more injured than I thought!" Dream exclaimed, "that's okay though, I know some methods to get them back into working order."

Dream then started gently tracing Tommy's toes while his other hand scratched around the soles.

"FuhuHUHUCK! YOHOHOU BIHIHITCH!" Tommy cackled, covering his warm face with his arm, desperately trying to evade Dream's fingers.

"Tommy I told you to stay still! You're not being very cooperative" Dream shook his head.

"FUHUHUHUCK OFF!"

"Hey! I'm trying to help, there's no need to be rude" Dream sped up his fingers pace as punishment.

Tommy seemed to realise this as he immediately backtracked. "I'M SOHOHORRY! DREHEHEHAM PLEHEHEHESE!"

Dream chuckled and stopped his fingers, getting off of Tommy's legs. The boy melted into the grass, child like giggles spilling from his mouth. Dream smiled fondly, sitting cross legged beside the boy.

Tommy eventually calmed down enough to look up at Dream. "Bitch" he said simply, glaring.

Dream laughed. "Sorry couldn't help it" he said. "You good?"

"Yeah" Tommy sat up, tugging his shoes back on. "But you're dead to me."

Dream laughed again, slinging an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Aw come on, you love me really."

"I really, really don't."

Dream pouted then tazed Tommy's side making him yelp, flinching away.

"Hehey!"

Dream snickered and stood, offering a hand to Tommy. "C'mon, we've still got a little bit to go then we'll be at the cavern."

Tommy took his hand, hefting himself up with the older's help. He hesitated then asked, "can you tell me about your first manhunt with four hunters?"

"Yeah sure," Dream smiled, his heart softening when Tommy's eyes lit up. "I think I started it with me slapping Sapnap in the face then making a break for it."

Tommy laughed, listening intently to every word as Dream led the way to the cavern.

[navegandoaciegas]

Bubble Gum: Spoiled Rotten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Sugar Daddy AU)

Warnings: jealous!bucky, brat!reader, smut, explicit language, age difference, cockwarming, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

Summary: Spoiled brats get punished, and James knows just the right way to teach you a lesson.

Written for @world-of-aus au writing challenge.

If looks could kill, James’ steely eyes would have burned a hole through your thick skull already. He draws a deep, steading breath to regain his composure and keep under control his blood pressure that skyrockets everytime you get on his nerves.

You’ve been on your worst behavior all day.

It’s clear you do things for the sake of riling him up, he can see it written all over your mischievous face and the devious smirk you shoot his way, and you do it because the punishing way he fucks the brat out of you is usually the reward you like best.

It’s the reason you’re humoring this hunky sales assistant who’s probably ten years younger than him, a good six inches taller and built like a fucking brickhouse, as he tries to flirt with you. James frowns observing the strain of his biceps against his button down shirt when he lifts your very heavy shopping bag.

No one needs that much muscle mass unless they’re Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson. Very tasteless, in his honest opinion. The guy could’ve at least gone for a size larger.

Your laugh snaps him out of his murderous trance.

“Thank you, Tommy, I’ll see you soon.” you chirp, placing your hand on one of his outrageously bulging biceps.

“Always a pleasure, miss.” is his flirtatious response as he shoots you a beaming smile and a wink, completely ignoring James’ presence at your side. The audacity.

“Are you done yet?” he grunts, glaring at Tommy’s very broad retreating back.

You hum, grab his hand and lace your fingers with his, guiding him outside of the store and into the sidewalk. “I got everything I needed.”

“Yeah, I bet. Timmy seemed real dedicated to meeting your every need.”

It comes out whinier than he intended, and the pout on his lips gives out kicked puppy vibes instead of seething, menacing man.

You let a sound between a coo and a snort and clutch his arm, peppering kisses on his shoulder. “What, you jealous or something?” A teasing smirk spreads on your glossy lips, “I didn’t take your for the possessive kind, Mr. Barnes.”

“Just get in the damn car.” he mumbles and opens the door for you, slapping your ass as you get inside.

Tonight he’ll have to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.

-

You huff for the tenth time in a minute, brows furrowed as you glare at James, who’s been ignoring you since you’ve gotten inside his penthouse. He keeps typing on his computer, ignoring your pretty lace set and your numerous attempts to get his attention.

You’re puzzled by his behavior. You’ve been getting on his every last nerve since this morning, sending him provocative pictures during his meeting and acting like a brat, and he hasn’t snapped yet like he usually would, spanking your ass red and fucking you until you’re sobbing.

“James, stop working.” you whine like the little spoiled child you are, “Hello? I’m here.”

He hums, not even lifting his eyes from the spreadsheet in front of him. “I’m doing what I’d have done today had you not sent me those pictures, bubbles. You know how distracting you can be?”

“I know.” you quip, hips swaying as you make your way to where he’s hunched, and sit on his desk. “That’s why I did it. Now leave this and come to bed with me.”

A wicked glint crosses his face and is gone in an instant.

“We don’t need the bed.” he tells you, his warm hand caressing your thigh and travelling higher and higher until it meets your panties, “Do we?”

You shake your head, spreading your legs open as he moves his chair between them. Slowly he brings his face down to your inner thighs until his hot breath fans over your cunt and his beard grazes your skin. You let out a moan when he leaves open mouthed kisses along the thin ridges of your stretch marks, tracing up until he meets the sheer lace of your panties. His eyes, pretty sapphire eyes, bore into yours as he trails up to your mound and lower belly, his hands keading the flesh of your legs and ass. Hooking his fingers around your underwear, he slides the lace down to your ankles, and you toss them away with an impatient growl.

Tingles spread like wildfire with every soft touch of his lips until your walls are throbbing and you’re burning up with desire.

“So wet bubbles, all for me?” James chuckles, his long fingers teasing your clit, never enough to relieve you of the coil in your core, just the right amount to make you feel like you’re losing your mind.

You grind your hips on the table, chasing his fingers and some relief while his name pours out of your mouth like a prayer as you beg him for more.

The wicked glint is back again before he delves in your dripping folds, and a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. James latches onto your swollen clit while his tongue swirls around your cunt and his prosthetic fingers pump in and out of you. The sounds of him sucking hard on you and slurping your juices and the squelch of your wet pussy fill his office.

You feel the coil in your belly get tighter with each swipe of his tongue, your walls convulsing around his fingers.

“Daddy, please, I’m close.” you whine, getting impatient with the way he seems to be taking his sweet time torturing you.

Just as you’re about to cum, he pushes himself away from you, and you feel the hot waves of pleasure retreating back, leaving disappointment behind.

“What the hell James?”

“Such a brat, bubbles. You really don’t deserve to cum.”

You rush to apologize, promising you’ll do better, and James nods, seemingly satisfied with your pleads, digging in your aching cunt again. He licks a wide strip of your folds and pokes your entrance with his tongue, your juices covering the bottom half of his face.

He fucks you with his mouth, giving it all he’s got until you’re writhing on that desk, your toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of your head. The heat in your pussy becomes unbearable, and your clit is so sensitive and overstimulated that his hot breath fanning over it makes you arch your back in pleasure and pain.

Once again, he stops just in time before your release. And again, he resumes back to eating you out like a man on a mission, before stopping, repeating the process all over again, edging you multiple times until tears and mascara are streaming down your face and you’re cursing him out and sobbing about how much you need him.

“What do you need, babygirl? You need daddy to fuck your tight pussy?”

“Yes, please daddy, please fuck me, make me cum all over your cock.” you mewl, hand reaching for your cunt before he slaps it away and tuts you.

“Do you deserve to be fucked?” he asks, palming himself through his pants, “Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did today?”

You squirm, trying to soothe the throbbing ache in your pussy, but James is unrelenting and keeps you still.

“Sending me those photos during a meeting, you know I can’t concentrate when I see you like that, what were you thinking, you dumb little baby? Flirting with that Timmy guy while we were out and ignoring me all afternoon?”

“I’m sorry daddy, it was stupid of me, but I won’t do it again.” you promise, “But please I can’t take this anymore.”

He almost caves in, his stupid heart clenching whenever he hears your soft cries, but he enjoys the way you beg a little too much to give in so easily. Not tonight. Tonight he’ll make you suffer before he gives you what you want, just like you’ve done all day.

“It’s my fault that you’re spoiled rotten, bubbles.” he continues, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down until you’re straddling his lap. “Always giving you what you want, never telling you no.” He maneuvers you so that you’re hovering over his hard cock “I need to set you straight. Need to discipline you.”

You yelp when he impales you on his length, the stretch welcome and filling after so long. When you wiggle above him, expecting him to fuck you hard like he usually would, his flesh hand gives your face a delicate slap before he grabs your cheeks and squishes your mouth.

“Bad girls don’t get to have fun on daddy’s cock, babygirl.”

The outraged look on your face is comical. “What?”

“You heard that. Now you’re gonna sit still on daddy’s cock until I’m done with work. And then I’ll fuck you, if I feel like it.”

He gives you one last evil grin before yanking you flush against his chest and ignoring your cries and pleads as he holds you still and resumes back to working.

You try to wriggle your body, but everytime his hard cock hits a different spot inside you, you regret it. You can feel every vein and every ridge on his thick cock, your walls gripping it tightly, your arousal dripping down its length, and yet all you can do is cry your frustration out on James' shoulder.

The stretch, the heat, the way his skin brushes and bumps accidentally over your sensitive clit, it’s too much and not enough.

“Daddy?” you purr after what feels like an eternity.

He hums in response, and you turn to face him, hoping your pleading eyes will convince him.

“Please? My knees are hurting and I need you so bad, daddy.”

“Did you learn your lesson? Will you be a good girl for me?”

“The best.” You beam at him.

He sighs, knowing damn well you won’t be, but unfortunately for him, James can never resist you for too long.

In an instant you find yourself bent over the desk, the wood digging painfully in the soft flesh of your belly, your toes hovering over the ground.

“Beg for me, bubbles.” He growls in your ear, his prosthetic hand caressing your back, “I want to hear you beg me to fuck your pretty pussy until your legs give out.”

His words shoot straight to your cunt. “Please, please, please fuck me daddy, I need you to fuck my pussy.”

You let out a strangled moan when James slants himself inside you, your position allowing his cock to reach deep into your core, until his tip hits against your cervix.

He ruts against you, his cock slamming in and out of you, your walls gripping him like a vice as he pounds into you like a wild beast. He grabs a fistful of your hair, and you arch your back to meet his movements. You both know you’re not going to last long.

“I can feel you, so tight on me. You like it when daddy fucks you like a whore, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, oh my God, harder.” you beg, “Please, just like that.”

You feel your orgasm near, your pussy spasming around his cock and bursts of electricity travelling from your center to every nerve ending of your body. It’s bliss, it’s a hot surge of energy encompassing you whole until you’re moaning and drooling like a mindless fuckdoll.

“Tell me you’ll be my good girl.”

“I’ll be good for you daddy, I promise.”

His cock swells inside you, and the fullness of his hot spurt spilling inside you is enough to tip you over the edge, your orgasm wrecking through your body as you spasm and shake, your toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strong arms holding you close to him, so close you feel the errantic beat of his heart.

Your mind is swimming in a daze, and you’re spent, and satisfied, in pure bliss as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and whispers soft praises into your ears. You hiss when he pulls out of you, and he watches enthralled his cum drip out of your cunt and down your thighs.

When you feel his tongue trace its way upwards, licking you clean, you let out a surprised yelp. He chuckles, bringing his face close to your pussy.

You want nothing more than cuddle with him and fall asleep in his arms, but James has different plans for you.

“What, you thought it was over? I never said I was done punishing you, bubbles.”

-

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[dreamsclock]

can u give like a short summary of the stream! its a bit too dark for me

somehow i cant watch it but i also find the whole thing really funny dont make no sense

i can, yup !! tw for: animal abuse + death, fighting, murder, toxic relationships (NOT romantic pls i just want to stress that)

essentially, tommy opened stream without an intro and began annoying dream by singing road trip and generally just being an ass. dream is incredibly irritated and stressed out by him, especially when tommy tries to lead their new cat into the lava. dream is very protective over the cat and after tommy makes him admit he loves the cat, tommy beats the cat to death and tells dream something along the lines of “that’s why you can’t love anything”. throughout this, dream and tommy have begun to punch each other.

sam appears, tommy begs him to let him out as it’s been a week, but sam says he still hasn’t found the security issue and needs to keep tommy in there longer. tommy is incredibly angry and distressed by this, and the fighting between him and dream gets more intense — especially after tommy makes a speech at dream calling him pathetic and manipulative and a liar (regarding the revive book schlatt apparently gave him).

dream snaps, yelling at tommy about being annoying and killing the cat, and promises to escape because tommy has given him ‘hope’. tommy dares dream if the revive boom is real then to bring schlatt back in the middle of the cell — dream says it’s not as simple as that. tommy tells dream to stop fighting him because he’s only on a couple of hearts. tommy tells him he’s a liar, and that it doesn’t make any sense, asking dream how schlatt would ever get his hands on a book like that.

dream tells tommy to ask schlatt himself, and, in anger, kills tommy, who cuts himself off from begging for dream to stop when his death message flashes up on stage. he ends stream abruptly, and that’s all that happened !!

if i missed something, pls let me know !!

[renchanters]

if u don’t mind me asking for a summary then,,,,, may i ask for summary ajdhsjdb

yes!! of course :) i mostly watched ranboo’s stream so a lot of this i’m getting from @/smpupdate and @/SMPrecap on twitter!! this is kinda long btw lmao a lot happened.

so lore-wise, it starts out with ranboo in his panic room. he’s playing mellohi and basically talks to himself, reassuring himself that no one knows that he’s a traitor and he shouldn’t worry about it. despite this, he worries. he meets up with tubbo, who repeatedly calls ranboo his most loyal citizen, which reasonably makes him very nervous. everyone in l’manburg plays games that fundy and ranboo made for the festival.

over with techno and tommy, they are essentially preparing for war. they get a ton of weapons and potions ready. while they’re trying to get to l’manburg, they find the prison. they’re curious about but they freak out when they see someone is inside and leave (i assume it was sam but it’s hard to tell).

so back in lmanburg, tubbo seems kids hesitant about going through with trying to execute dream. he asks ranboo if it’s really what they should do and says he’ll go by ranboo’s word, and ranboo says they should do it. tubbo decides to follow through. the cabinet (fundy, tubbo, ranboo, and quackity) are the only people in l’manburg who know the actual intentions behind the festival. everyone else thinks it’s just a festival.

so dream had made an agreement with tubbo that he would come to the festival peacefully and follow the laws of l’manburg. however, he shows up late, in full armor, and starts rebuilding the wall of obsidian. dream tells them that tommy fucked up (surprising /s) and that he was supposed to be far away in exile.

he brings the cabinet members somewhere, where it’s revealed that the community house has been destroyed. it’s completely blown up. dream says that tommy destroyed it and blames l’manburg because they’re “affiliated with him” because tubbo has one of tommy’s discs. the cabinet argues that they had nothing to do with this, dream argues that he isn’t responsible for tommy and doesn’t have power over him unless he has both discs. he says that if tubbo really has no connection to tommy, he should just give dream the other disc.

tubbo is very against this, but dream persists. tubbo eventually puts down an ender chest, and tommy suddenly reveals himself. he begs tubbo not to give up the disc and they both argue with dream. then they start arguing with each other. tommy begs tubbo to trust him, but tubbo says that he once trusted tommy and won’t make the same mistake twice.

at this point, everyone starts fighting one another. if they aren’t standing back, they’re fighting dream or techno, and tommy and tubbo are fighting. tubbo nearly kills tommy multiple times. tommy snaps and says that the discs are worth more than tubbo ever was. all the fighting stops, tommy immediately apologizes, and everyone messages each other about how this is kind of awkward to watch this even thought it is a little heart wrenching.

tommy gives a speech about how he’s messed up and doesn’t like who he’s become after all of this. he basically breaks away from techno, no longer teaming with him and instead allying himself with tubbo. tommy tells tubbo he should give up the other disc to dream, and tubbo does.

dream has his villain soliloquy, he calls tubbo an idiotwith no power, that he’s the worst president lmanburg has had, that dream just took the only leverage anyone had over him. he announces that lmanburg will be destroyed tomorrow (3pm EST!!) and that him and techno (who are now allied again) are going to “finish wilbur’s job”.

techno asks tommy what side he’s on and tommy flatly says “tubbo’s.” he says he doesn’t want to cause so much chaos anymore so he’s fully leaving the antarctic empire.

dream rats ranboo out as a traitor since dream stole his memory book. ranboo is forced to give tubbo his memory book, which tubbo and quackity read. ranboo is silent the whole time.

dream leaves. techno warns tommy, saying he hopes tommy won’t regret his decision because there’s no turning back now, then he leaves.

punz says that dream has gone too far and allies himself against him and with l’manburg, but he is actually a spy and still on dream’s side. sapnap says that he won’t be fighting for l’manburg, since dream is still his closest friend and lmanburg has never done anything for him. tommy says he’ll talk with sapnap tomorrow before they all fight.

niki finally goes off!! she’s upset at tommy because he burned george’s house and started all of this. she, as well as a lot of the people in l’manburg believed that tommy blew up the community house. tommy swears on church prime that it wasn’t him. in the end they put aside their differences and agree to gather everything they can to put up a fight against dream and techno.

techno and dream talk, and techno reveals his wither skulls, enough to make 6 or so withers (he only has the back wall covered, he has nearly a stack and a half of skulls in a chest). dream says he’ll set up the withers and TNT, and that he has a secret plan he can’t reveal on stream. they believe there’s no way for them to lose this.

(from here on was on other people’s streams so i’m just piecing together what i’ve found out here, might not be entirely accurate)

tommy and tubbo leave and basically make up. tubbo tries to apologize, but tommy shushes him and says he doesn’t need to. tubbo leaves, tommy sits on the bench and promises he won’t be the bad guy. connor (!!!) moves into ninja’s house, and tommy ends his stream at his old house.

techno says he doesn’t trust friendship anymore, and he’s only teaming with dream because they have a common goal.

// tw derealization, unreality for this bit and also it’s sad

ranboo had a WHOLE thing again at the end. he was once again in his panic room, arguing with himself about how “it’s all gonna be fine” and “nothing’s fine.” dream started talking to him, telling ranboo that he got the memory book from one of his chests. he says that he gave l’manburg a day to prepare to play with them, and it’s all just a game to him. dream tells ranboo be made the wrong choice, hurting and betraying everyone he was friends with.

dream tells ranboo that ranboo was the one to blow up the community house, he just doesn’t remember it. ranboo says that he would remember if he did it, but he questions himself. dream says that he (dream) isn’t even real, just an illusion. ranboo says he might remember destroying the community house, but he breaks down and says there’s no way he would do that.

ranboo tries to convince himself it wasn’t him, reminding himself that he always remembers big and important events. he says that he will help everyone tomorrow, even though he can’t, because he has to and he won’t have anything left if he can’t save everything.

he reminds himself that all of his problems are because of dream and dream is his only real enemy. he yells at himself that history keeps repeating himself and he doesn’t know what to do. he repeat that he doesn’t know what to do several times before his screen black out, he plays mellohi, and there are enderman noises. his stream ends.

[literaphobe]

hey um do u wanna ramble a bit about dsmp specifically ghostbur i just wanna know more 👉👈 u don't have to tho

disclaimer: i don’t know much about dsmp! a lot of what i know is from like. random streams and summary videos and also SAD-ist’s animations (WHICH ARE GOD TIER THIS WOMAN REALLY MADE THIS DUMBASS MINECRAFT ROLEPLAY INTO A CINEMATIC UNIVERSE)

anyway from what i know!! c!wilbur was the guy who founded l’manberg w c!tommy (and other people? idk) and they wanted independence from the dream smp. they got into a war w c!dream over this because he... said no? because countries weren’t necessary? i think? that’s what happened?

iirc they got their independence because despite losing c!tommy offered to give c!dream his most prized possessions: these two music discs that c!tommy and c!tubbo fought w c!dream over, and like c!dream wanted the discs because it meant he could maintain some level of control over c!tommy so he said yes

fast forward to the first l’manberg election, wilbur decided to run as president to prove that l’manberg was a democratic country n not a dictatorship but his plan was to make himself the only candidate so he could still rule over the country. to his shock, c!quackity decided to run w c!george as his vice president. they called their party SWAG2020 which is an acronym. i can’t remember what it stands for. c!wilbur and c!tommy called their party POG2020. i also do not remember what it stands for. this was all very funny but also stupid which is where i thrive.

anyway! fast forward to the election day. irl george sleeps through the entire stream so c!george doesn’t show up. c!quackity is left alone so he forms a coalition w c!schlatt who randomly decided to enter as a candidate. their plan was to pool their votes in the hopes of defeating POG2020 together. and it worked. they won. c!schlatt became president and renamed the country to MANberg. he also banished c!wilbur and c!tommy

leading to like. a rebellion? idk they called themselves pogtopia. anyway uh i don’t remember what’s fully relevant but basically something something something c!wilbur decided to BLOW UP L’MANBERG. because like. the whole. “if i can’t have it no one can” thing and he was like losing it i guess anyway he blows it all up and then tells his like. canonical father. c!philza? idk. some dude who’s apparently his dad. he asks him to kill him and he does

yes i had to tell u all this JUST to get to who the fuck ghostbur is. he’s the ghost of c!wilbur JFJDJDJ and like he doesn’t really remember what alivebur (YEAH. IKR) did so c!tommy can’t really be that mad at him? and he like misses c!wilbur despite hating what he did so his relationship w ghostbur is. afaik amicable

anyway will c!wilbur canonically return from the dead? to tell u that i have to tell u about c!dream. they sent the guy to prison for being evil n manipulative, the only reason he wasn’t killed is because he said he had a book that c!schlatt gave him that can bring people back to life. like c!wilbur. which is what c!tommy wanted at first. but after getting stuck in prison w c!dream due to security issues, he expresses that he doesn’t even believe c!dream can bring people back to life, and that they should just kill c!dream. so c!dream proves it by killing c!tommy w a potato and c!tommy spends some time in the afterlife w c!wilbur. a lot of time, because time in the afterlife is MUCH longer than in the canon world, c!dream brought c!tommy back after 2 days, but c!tommy spent like 1.5-2 months there. and he becomes very scared and begs c!dream to NEVER bring c!wilbur back because i think he wants to do some messed up shit? idk

c!dream doesn’t care. he tells c!tommy that he’ll bring c!wilbur back if he feels like it, he might even get c!wilbur to help him break out of prison. he said something along the lines of what did c!wilbur even do wrong? blow up l’manberg? i did that like twice (which. JDJSJDJDJ) anyway i am excited for when c!dream breaks out of prison/how that’s gonna go down and if c!wilbur will get revived

[flowerbutton]

so i have feelings about c!philza and you’re all gonna have to listen to them

it’s very clear that phil blames l’manberg / the concept of governments for wilbur’s death. doomsday is pretty much the only evidence needed for that

“since i was forced to kill my son!”

that’s the big line, right? but - b u t - who forced phil to do that?

tubbo was leader of l’manberg at the time of its destruction, was fighting technoblade (he dies by techno’s hand just after phil logs on) - there’s no government there decreeing that the way to deal with wilbur soot is to kill him. the government is made of children who have followed wilbur intently for weeks, and who just won their country back - why would they even think of killing wilbur as a reasonable ‘punishment’ to destroying l’manberg?

in fact, we get a good idea that tubbo wouldn’t have, in particular from the case of ranboo’s deception - it would be too similar to what schlatt would have done, and tubbo isn’t schlatt. tommy - we may be more on the fence for, but tommy isn’t part of the government at this point as far as i can remember? and tommy also just offered wilbur the position of president-elect, so we can sort of guess tommy is not really in the hate-wilbur headspace during these events.

so the government itself didn’t force phil’s hand. maybe - maybe the abstract concept of governments, right? after all, wilbur’s just openly - even if phil isn’t around to hear it - agreed that anarchy is the way forward; surely the concept of governments is really the thing to blame here?

except - uh - how? because wilbur said he agreed with anarchy but - as the president-elect, thanks to tommy, he could have said, sure, and dissolved the l’manberg government. he didn’t need to pass the presidency onto tubbo. so - combined with what we know about wilbur from his tommy conversation in The Void - we can tell wilbur doesn’t agree with anarchy, he just didn’t think him being in government would be good. that and, y’know, he’s got a nation to explode; but we can see from this that, by this point, wilbur’s paranoia has gotten the best of him. his feelings of self-loathing and self-hatred have festered and they’re going to go out with a bang.

so who did force phil’s hand? who forced phil to kill wilbur?

well, i think we can tell from phil’s problem solving during the rest of his time on the smp, specifically doomsday / the visit to snowchester / his general response to things going on in the server.

phil’s first reaction to a problem is violence or the threat of violence. doomsday, for example, if you break it down is:

problem: techno was almost killed by l’manberg and tommy defected to them

solution: revenge with dream

when in reality, the situation is more complex, obviously. besides, phil’s reasoning for doomsday wasn’t “technoblade wasn’t given a fair trial / i was put under house arrest for aiding a ‘retired’ terrorist / tommy defected back to l’manberg and should be punished for it”. his reasoning, as he says pretty clearly, is in essence, revenge for the death of wilbur. he believes l’manberg killed wilbur, that the people and the buildings and the government are responsible for wilbur’s death.

he’s not wrong; l’manberg drove wilbur to the edge. but l’manberg didn’t hold the sword and l’manberg didn’t swing it. tubbo wasn’t forcing phil’s hand. the market didn’t demand phil do it.

phil’s first reaction to a problem is violence or the threat of violence. the syndicate, his visit to snowchester; these were intimidation tactics, a violent threat to deter what he feels is the cause of his son’s death. governments. politics.

but snowchester has nukes because of what he did. he is the cause of more potential violence there, causing the same fear and paranoia that wilbur succumbed to in his final days. tubbo has jack manifold (does he still?) and foolish (but they aren’t close) and ranboo (who has his own secrets) just as wilbur had tommy (did he still?) and tubbo (but they aren’t close; can’t trust a spy, even your own) and technoblade (who has his own secrets). phil’s instigating a similar environment of terror that wilbur created for tommy, that schlatt created for l’manberg; and phil isn’t a government. phil’s just violent.

phil’s first reaction to a problem is violence or the threat of violence

problem: wilbur blew up l’manberg, blew up his home, is begging for phil to kill him, to end it all

problem: wilbur isn’t the same wilbur phil remembers as his son, is tortured and pained and hurt

problem: wilbur needs help that phil hasn’t got the ability to provide at that moment in time

solution: kill wilbur.

the only one who forced phil’s hand is his own, and his attempts to place the blame on tubbo / l’manberg / tommy / governments is a diversion tactic so a grieving father doesn’t have to face the reality of what he did. he can’t blame himself because as soon as phil blames himself, he realises what is wrong with his response to situations. it requires in-depth personal analysis, and phil is still grieving. his attempts to get wilbur back are his attempts to remedy his mistake, to undo his first reaction, because intrinsically, he knows it wasn’t the right choice. also, y’know, he loves his son, wants wilbur back, yada yada, but wilbur is dead. ghostbur is happy being dead, he’s only unhappy after doomsday. he only asks to be brought back after phil’s violence kills friend.

tl;dr: c!phil’s first reaction is violence and that’s something he’s going to have to confront in order to grow as a character. the only thing that killed wilbur, in the end, was phil’s sword in phil’s hand - no governments and no tubbo / tommy / etc.

/rp, obvs

[bloodcrownedking]

OK LEVI HERES MOST OF THE DREAM SMP LORE ITS NOT ALL OF IT BUT HERE U GO

ANYWAYS so for the beginning, basically what happens is-

Dream owns the server called the Dream Smp. In the server, Wilbur Soot basically says 'fuck u Dream i wanna make my own country' so he does that, calls the country L'manberg, and makes himself president and tommyinnit vice president. And so Dream doesn't like this and declares war.

So the battle lines are drawn:

Dream Smp, consisting of Dream, GeorgeNotFound, and Sapnap (both Dream's friends) vs L'manberg, consisting of Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo (Tommy's best friend), Nihachu, Fundy, and Eret.

Then there's a fight (L'manberg doesn't do so well if i remember correctly) and Dream says that if they don't surrender by dawn of the next day, he'll destroy L'manberg.

So, basically, L'manberg is out of resources, luck and time. They have no clue what to do.

Until Eret claims they have a plan.

Intrigued, the rest of L'manberg follows Eret deep into a secret underground tunnel, until he leads them to an obsidian chamber called the 'Final Control Room."

Confused, they turn to Eret, to ask what that means, when he presses a button, blowing up the room and killing everybody in it.

And Eret says those fateful words:

"It was never meant to be."

A traitor. All this time, Eret had never been on their side. He had betrayed them to become the king of the dream SMP.

The dawn of the next day, Dream meets the entirety of L'manberg at the L'manberg border, expecting surrender. Instead, he's met with a furious Tommy, who's still torn over the betrayal. In his rage, Tommy challenges him to a duel-no armor, just a bow and some arrows, whoever dies first loses and decides the war.

Long story short, Tommy loses, and as a final resort, Tommy gives up one of his precious disks for L'manberg.

So basically, L'manberg stays, minus Eret and one of Tommy's disks.

So that's the first war-yes, first, there's more.

Now, L'manberg existed happily for awhile, until Wilbur decides to hold L'manbergs first presidential election. He runs under the banner POG 2020 while a newer addition to the SMP, Quackity, runs against him under SWAG 2020. Then our man Schlatt decides to run too, and later on Quackity decides to join Schlatt's party and combine their votes. At the end of the election, POG 2020 got 45% of votes and SWAG 2020 got 46%. Schlatt is now President of L'manberg, with Quackity as his vice president with the fat ass.

Oh, and Schlatt's first decree as president? Exile Wilbur and Tommy from L'manberg, and to rename the country to just 'Manberg'.

As Wilbur and Tommy flee, Wilbur sees Fundy tearing down Manberg's walls. This upsets Wilbur, because in dream smp lore, Fundy is Wilbur's only child.

Anyways, the two flee to shelter in a ravine, which they call Pogtopia, where they immediately plan for their overthrowing of Schlatt. While doing this, Tubbo confronts them, offering to be a spy for Pogtopia in L'manberg. They let him do it, and Tubbo joins their side.

Then, we have a new addition to the server-Technoblade-known Greek mythology enthusiast, blood god, immortal, yadda yadda. Anyways, he comes to Tommy and Wilbur, saying that, as an anarchist, he's willing to help them overthrow Schlatt.

It's around this point things start to go downhill for Wilbur. He suddenly realizes that he's in the wrong-that he's trying to overthrow a leader fairly elected, and used his power fairly. He then decides, since he is now technically a 'villian' decides that the only way to win here is to blow up Manberg. Tommy reluctantly follows along, trusting Wilbur's judgement better than his own.

This is when Dream suddenly comes crawling back. He claims that he dislikes Schlatt as much as they do, and is willing to give as much materials-including TNT-as they desire.

Simultaneously, Tubbo reports that Schlatt is planning to hold a festival for Manberg-the perfect time to blow it up.

The day of the festival arrives, and everything's in place-explode button ready to pressed, Manberg partying, everything.

But then, suddenly, Wilbur gives the choice of destroying Manberg to Tubbo-if he gives the signal, Manberg goes boom.(Remember that nobody in Manberg knows that Tubbos working with Pogtopia).

But, before Tubbo even gets the chance to give the signal, Schlatt traps him in yellow concrete, and exposes him as a spy.

Technoblade, who was in the crowd of the festival (only Wilbur and Tommy were banned from Manberg) , is forced to kill Tubbo via rocket laucher.

In the midst of this chaos, Wilbur confronts Schlatt and says that, no matter what, his rule is ending on the 16th.

Then he leaves, along with Nihachu, who Schlatt kicks out as well.

As the 16th grows nearer, Pogtopia gains more allies-Fundy and Quackity join as well.

Wilbur also says that now, blowing up Manberg is only a last resort.

So things seem pretty well for Manberg, except for one thing-Dream.

He all of sudden claims that he supports Schlatt, and reveals there is a traitor amongst Pogtopia's ranks.

Now its the 16th. Technoblade leads Pogtopia to his secret base, where he reveals he's been stockpiling TONS of resources. The team celebrates-with this type of equipment, there’s no way they could lose!

Anyways, they storm Manberg and begin fighting against Dream and his allies-Schlatt is mysteriously absent from the fighting.

There's a pause in the fighting as everybody crams into the Camaravan, the van located in Manberg thats basically responsible for the creation of Manberg. Within they find Schlatt, drunk and stumbling. Quackity and Fundy angrily confront him, calling out all his mistakes. Schlatt then dies of a heart attack.

It's over. Pogtopia has won.

Dream reveals there was no traitor.

Wilbur goes up to the L'manberg podium and says he doesn't deserve to be President, and appoints Tommy as President. Tommy then appoints Tubbo as president of L'manberg.

They celebrate well into the night, and they soon see a new person has joined the server-Philza.

Philza, however, is not looking to party, he's looking for Wilbur.

Wilbur's in the button room. One press and he could destroy L'manberg.

Philza tells him he'll regret it, but Wilbur, just as the traitor before him, says those fateful words-

"It was never meant to be."

L'manberg explodes.

Wilbur was the traitor.

In his hysteria, Wilbur begs Philza to kill him. Philza reluctantly agrees, and Wilbur is now permanently dead.

In the midst of the explosion chaos, Techoblade gets angry at L'manberg. He'd claimed this whole time that his whole motivation was hating the government, and they just reinstate one right in front of him?

So Technoblade spawns two Withers (Withers are extremely difficult to beat minecraft bosses) while shouting,

"If you wanna be a hero, Tommy, then die like one!"

In short, they defeat the Withers, but with L'manberg destroyed, Wilbur dead, and Techno missing.

first off, thank you so much that was incredibly helpful but also, ohmygod?? wow

[collecting-stories]

Leash - Tommy Shelby

a lil peaky somthin with 74, 94 and 102 from prompt list 2 please - involving a shelby sister and the shelby bros drama, if u please!!

Leash | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader

It was all supposed to be routine. Thomas Shelby had met with the Lee Clan so many times in the past that he had lost count. They were even partial family through Esme’s marriage to John. They worked well together and Tommy was understanding of the general temperament problem that ran through the camp of gypsies. They were predictable in their unpredictability. The only times Tommy had run into a problem with them was when he’d made the mistake of bringing along Arthur, who was hot tempered and unpredictable himself. Today, Tommy was careful not to make that mistake. He had first declared that no back-up was necessary. This was a civilized conversation about their plans for race day, there was no need to bring anyone with him at all. If he was lucky he would spend the entirety of the afternoon talking over his plans with Johnny Dogs and the head Lee and by dinnertime he’d be on his way, everything working exactly the way he wanted it to. But then you’d begged to go. 

Tommy was not the first person that came to mind when someone thought ‘overprotective’. Perhaps Arthur, even John when the conversation was geared toward his children. But not Tommy. The man was more than willing to involve anyone and everyone in his plans. There wasn’t a scheme alive that Tommy hadn’t tried to manipulate a family member into assisting him with. But when it came to you, or Ada, or even Finn on occasion, he downright refused. You hadn’t been Thomas Shelby’s sister for all these years without learning a few tricks though. You knew exactly how to push his buttons to get what he wanted.  

“Please, you said so yourself that this is an easy meeting, so let me come along?” You had begged, following him through the betting shop as he prepared to leave. You were happy to be part of Shelby Bros Limited but less happy to be placed in a secretarial position. There was more you were capable of than sitting in front of a desk all day taking dictation from your siblings and counting coin that came through the shop. You knew Tommy wouldn’t take you to London right off the bat but getting him to agree to take you to up the Lee camp shouldn’t have been too difficult. It was a routine meeting after all.  

“You’ll do no talking. You will stand by the car and you will wait for me to be finished. Do not look at anyone, speak to anyone, walk away from the car, or flash a weapon. Keep your gun in your purse, do you understand?” Tommy grilled you as you followed him to the car. He’d finally caved after what felt like hours of you pestering him for the chance to come along on.  

“I’ll stay by the car.” You promised, though you had little intention of actually doing so.  

For at least part of the afternoon meeting things were looking up. The Lees were in a good mood today and they were unusually willing to listen to what Tommy had planned for the race. Where there was often some arguing over who was actually in charge of the operation, today they seemed to have no problem listening to his ideas. Until about halfway through the meeting, if Tommy pinpointed it correctly, when shouting outside the caravan could be heard. The Lees, Johnny Dogs, and Tommy all came out of the caravan to find you and some of the other Lee family yelling at each other in the field.  

“Get your sister!” One of them shouted to Tommy, “she’s not welcome here!”

“I’m not welcome here? I’m not the gypsy scum who-”

Tommy shouted your name as he charged over, trying to grab you. He was a second too late because you had already pounced on the man yelling at you, taking him down to the ground before two more Lees tried grabbing you off, one punching your eye in the process.  

“Let her go, I’ve got her.” Tommy said, reaching for you.

“There’s no way you’re getting off scot-free this time Shelby. Every time you come ‘round someone in my family suffers at your hands. You think you’re above us cause you’ve got that nice little place in Small Heath. I ought to remind you that you’re just as low as the shit you live in.” The head of the clan exclaimed as two of his men made a grab for Tommy.  

“Get the fuck off me!” You shouted, freeing yourself from one of the Lees long enough to get yourself into the car. Tommy had a gun under the passenger seat and you grabbed it, shooting at the arm of one of the men who held your brother. The sudden shock of being hit caused his grip to loosen and Tommy jumped in the passenger side of the car as you drove off.  

“I told you to stay by the car!” He scolded as you drove down the dirt road toward Small Heath. You could hear the Lees still behind you screaming and running. “Now our deal is ruined.”

“I was by the car! One of ‘em was mouthing off!” You shouted, hands gripping the steering wheel and your body jolted from the bumps in the road.

“You’re just like Arthur, have to keep you on a leash to get anything done.” Tommy snapped, cursing when a bump in the road jarred him into the door. “Pull over, let me drive for a while.”  

“No!” You insisted. “I’m capable of driving a fucking car Thomas!”

“As capable as you are of listening to directions.” He replied, leaning into you and trying to grab the steering wheel and take control of the car.  

You gave a sharp jerk to the right, just missing a tree along the side of the road as you fought with him for the steering wheel. “Stop it!”

“Pull over.”  

“No!” You insisted, “I’m not pulling over.”

“Then move, I’m driving us home. You’ll get us killed.”

“Me?” You pushed against him as he tried to commandeer the driver’s seat. He was practically on your lap as you hit his back in protest, “Tommy get off I can drive.”

“Stop it, I’m almost done!” He wedged himself between you and the door, forcing you into the passenger seat all while the car was still moving. As soon as he was in place, he eased the car into a slower pace, the drive smoothing itself out as the car was no longer shaking around the road. “There, you see.”  

“Brilliant.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you slumped in your seat.  

“That was a nice shot you took.” Tommy mentioned as he regained his bearings enough to light up a cigarette as he drove.

You cast him an annoyed side glance. Trust Tommy to try and butter you up not two minutes after forcing you out of the driver’s seat of a car and telling you that you weren’t business material. “Your compliments won’t help.” Despite saying it by the time you had arrived safely into Small Heath you and Tommy were on speaking terms once again, thick as thieves as you pulled the car up in front of the betting shop.  

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Worst in Me

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f o u r t e e n

I never thought about death as something to happen to me in the near future. No, I always had this idea of dying of old age at some point of my later years in life.

When Nicholas was old enough to have children and a wife. And Tommy and I sat like two young lovers holding hands as we watched the sun go up and down.

I always had that idea for us. But Christ, I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong.

Because as gunfire erupts throughout my home, and as Tommy shields me, I look around in panic. Nicholas is placed right beside me, he squirms in his sleep, fighting against the noise when I reach for my son and wrap my arms around his body.

“Nicholas!” I gasp, kissing the top of his head. I cradle him in my arms. “Oh Nicholas.”

I was happy beyond belief that he was safe. Untouched. Still trying to sleep. I look over at Johnny and grab his hand, preventing him from going anywhere.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“You’re welcome Alice, I’m glad you’re back.”

“Mum?” He opens his eyes and sluggishly throws his arm over my shoulder, he shoved his thumb in his mouth. “Mum, you are back.” He snuggles into my chest. “Daddy was right.”

“I’m back, baby.” I whisper, looking at Tommy who walks towards the door. He opens it slightly and looks around, Johnny follows behind him.

Gunfire fills my ears, and I think about Tommy, “Please don’t go out there, please.” I tell him, hoping to God it’ll mean something to him.

“You stay here, Alice.”

“Tommy-“

He stops and looks at me. “If anything happens,” he hands me a gun. “You protect our son.” He ducks down to kiss my forehead. “I love you.”

Nicholas latches onto me, and all I can think is to throw my son off of me and race into Tommy’s arms. But Nicholas needs me, and he needs to protected, Tommy’s right.

Fucking hell. Tommy’s right.

I can’t even say I love you back before he leaves. Covering Nicholas’s ears, I slowly allow my son the chance to fall asleep in my lap before reacting. The gun is in my hand, it sits in the palm of my hand.

I remember the last time I held a gun was when I attempted to shoot Luca Changretta’s henchmen. I failed, and Tommy came to my rescue. But now. Fuck. Now. I don’t have Tommy.

I run my hand through Nicholas’s hair and slowly ease him off of me. I try to get on my feet, but my whole entire body isn’t used to me standing. For goodness sake, the last time I was on my feet was when I was in the hospital with Luca.

I use the bed and hold on for dear life as I slowly pull myself out of bed. I move one foot off, before slowly moving my other foot on the ground. My legs are a bit wobbly, and I can feel my newly stitched stitches tighten up against my skin. I grunt, internally digesting the emotions I feel before exhaling. The only thing I can think about is protecting my son. I need to protect my son.

I make my way towards the door to our bedroom. Trying to replace my pain with the ultimate goal at hand. I turn my head, watching Nicholas as he sleeps through the chaos.

I cannot let Luca win, no, I can’t, not anymore. He’s taken too much away from us already. Johnny is a respected member of the family, a friend. He has nothing to be with this, absolutely nothing. My hand falls flat on my stomach, the idea of being pregnant would have been such a glorious surprise for Nicholas, for Tommy and for me. My heart breaks at the fact that he took our baby away. He’s taken so much already, I remind myself.

I can feel my eyes water, but more than that, I can feel this unfathomable urge to not cry. I should be tough, and strong. And look forward, not back.

My shoulders tighten up the moment shots are fired, “Fuck.” I whisper under my breath, the smell of gun powder fills my nose. 

Holding the door knob, I slightly creak it open and instantly see that my foyer is a mess. Glasses broken, paintings taken off of the wall. Everything is madness, absolute madness.

Johnny and Tommy both stand in the hallway, preventing anyone from coming upstairs. They’re only a few feet away from me, and I can see at least five men downstairs shooting at them.

I can hear the whizzing of a bullet fly straight passed me and gasp, pulling myself back. Holy shit. Someone almost shot me.

“Alice!” Tommy yells, he’s got his eyes locked on mine. “Get back in the room!”

I almost want to put my hands up in a way of showing that I’m innocent here. I slowly back up but as Tommy cracks a smile, proud of himself for getting me back to safety do I see a bullet propel him backwards. A shot right to the shoulder makes him go down, he groans and Johnny runs to his aid. Hell, I’m running to his aid. It was a swift shot to the shoulder, that I could see, I race towards him, sinking to my knees.

It’s stupid of me to leave my child, but I know it would be even more stupid of me to leave my husband who just got shot.

“Fuckin’ hell-” Tommy tries to stand up, but I pull him down to me.

“Stop!” I snap, pushing my palm against his wound. I wince as I lean over his body, still in mass amounts of pain from being restitched up. God - we’re both two messy beings. Perfect for each other.

“Get back in the damn room!” He hisses, barking at me through his teeth.

“No!” I hiss back.

“Fucking-” He throws his head back, seizing. “Christ. Bastard shot me.” 

Johnny gets up and continues his job. Shooting away the intruders. He heads downstairs, disappearing. Tommy does pail, but the bleeding his reduced dramatically. 

“It’s okay.” I push his hair from off of his forehead. 

“Is it?” He asks in a sarcastic laugh. “I need a fuckin’ smoke, Alice. Give me one-” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” He drags, “Will you ever listen to me woman?”

“No.” I grumble.

“Fuck off.” He tries to pull away from my touch but I stop him, pushing him back gently against the ground. 

“Stop!” 

Someone shoots at us, missing due to the bars of the stairwell. I almost want to laugh at them, like, hah! Missed me. Soon through, the bars will bend and then what? We’ll get shot. I slowly get up off of my knees, Tommy grabs my hand, yanking me back down. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He almost screams. 

“I need to pull you to safety.”

“No, you’ll get shot and then you won’t be much use of me.” He tells me. “I need you to stay like this, keepin’ me safe. I need ya.” 

The job description sends a tingle down my spine. His eyes somehow command me down, and I kiss his lips. Just for the hell of it, because I’m his wife and I’m entitled to this. He needs me.  

When I draw back, I can hear a stop to all the gunfire. My eyes move to the foyer, where I don’t see Johnny Dogs. I begin to panic, looking around for him. Panic settles in, this idea of him being killed. Murdered. Shot by one of Luca’s men. All of that goes away when see him, but he’s not alone.

Fuck.

Luca holds him in a choke hold with one arm, his other hand presses the barrel of his gun to Johnny’s forehead. He cannot take Johnny too, no, no, he can’t. My mind spins in a way that is unfamiliar to me. All I want to do is scream, tell him to leave us alone. 

“You know what I want, Birdie!” Luca yells, I can see the scratch marks all over his face from that time in the hospital. My marks on him.

He’s got a smirk on his face, threatening me. Johnny fights, telling me to stop. Telling me to look away, because he believes his time is near. But I will not let Johnny die. 

If its me Luca wants, then it is me he will get. 

I let out a deep sigh, trying to tell myself to calm down, to think about this. But as I slowly rise, I tell myself to ignore Tommy as he weakly wraps his hand around my arm, begging me to stay put. I shake him off of me, telling myself to go against my husbands words. It’s a hard pill to swallow. 

“I don’t want to kill him!” Luca says, pulling back the safety, “I really don’t want to kill him, but-”

“Alice!” Tommy yells, but as if I’ve been spell bound, I move down the stairs slowly. 

As if in an exchange, Luca bangs the barrel of his gun against Johnny’s temple, bringing him to fall unconscious. Luca then sticks out his hand, and I can’t really even say anything else before he grabs hand and pulls me into his chest. He doesn’t kiss my mouth, but rather his lips fall on my forehead. “Birdie, you really scared me in the hospital, I thought something terrible really happened to you.” 

I swallow, looking up at him. “What are you doing, Luca?” 

He breaks into a smile, rubbing his hands over my shoulder. 

“I’m taking you home, Birdie.”

[hamilton-one-shots]

Hamilton High School AU 56

And, sitting in a circle with a few friends, he was. Everyone was looking over their finished makeovers proudly, especially Lucy, who was new to the whole thing.

"Show Tommy how pretty I am!" she begged as she bounced in place.

John smiled and took a picture of her, sending it to Thomas. [She only cares what you think, no other boys are mentioned]

As much as he was against the idea, he couldn't help but smile at the caption and at how happy Lucy looked. [Good, no other boy should see her when she's this beautiful xx] [Besides you, of course xx]

He sent a picture of himself to Thomas and Alex separately with the same caption. [Laf is an artist!]

Thomas chuckled and gave Aaron the phone. "Here, take a picture of me when I say." He laid down on the ground as if he'd passed out.

"You're a strange man, Thomas Jefferson." He took the picture anyways and gave back the phone.

Thomas sent the picture as it was.

Alexander didn't know what to say or do, his boyfriend was too gorgeous for words. [U r prfecshun! I dont deserve u]

John responded to him first, too busy giggling at Thomas's picture to respond. [Trust me, you deserve me. <3]

Alexander smiled and got back to work.

John responded to Thomas. [I guess I should never send these pictures again, then? : P]

[I'd rather actually die than hear those words again ; ) xx] [I gotta go help Burr, I'll see you later, beautiful xx]

Lafayette sent his own picture to Hercules.

[How did I get lucky enough to find a datemate like you? ; )] [You're going to look so stunning at the dance, nobody but me will be able to look at you without fainting.]

[If that is true, it will be because of your dress more than anything else.]

[Baby, you're beautiful! Don't forget that.]

He smiled and went to his bag, where Rosie had been sleeping and was now trying to escape.

The second that he let her out, Lucy squealed and ran over, picking her up. "A kitten!"

She mewled, displeased, and Lafayette took her back before she could hurt Lucy or before Lucy hurt her.

"You must be careful with her. She is just as alive as you and me. You wouldn't want someone picking you up and shaking you around, would you?"

"No.. Sorry kitty..."

"Her name is Rosie. Here you go. Nice and gentle."

She carefully held the kitten and pet her head. "Hi.. I'm Lucy."

Susan came over and pet her back, giggling. "Hi, kitty."

John smiled and took a picture, sending it to his boyfriends. [This is how I die. Cuteness overload.]

[Surprised I'm not dead yet, then ; ) xx]

[Ur so much cutr tho]

He chuckled. They were so similar in some ways, especially when it came to John.

He and everyone else sat and watched movies for essentially the rest of the day, as if it were a girl's day in. Around 6, Thomas and Alexander got to the apartment and John buzzed them in, despite everyone else protesting.

"Hey, Sunsh-" Thomas was interrupted by everyone besides John throwing pillows at him.

"No boys!"

"This is a girl's day!"

Alexander laughed until he was also assaulted with flying pillows.

John laughed and stepped outside with them. "Sorry. You know how it is, girls day in."

"... But you're a boy, aren't you?" Alexander asked.

"Yeah, but I qualify. They said I'm pretty enough." He smiled proudly.

"I could've told you that, hon." Thomas winked and John rolled his eyes.

"Alright. You guys heard the rules. No boys besides me." He waved them off.

Thomas tutted. "Alright, but you owe me a date tomorrow."

"I know and we'll be disbursed by tomorrow at three, at the latest."

"I'll see you then."

John nodded. "And I'll see you later, too." He kissed Alexander's cheek.

"I'll see you Monday." He smiled and pecked his lips, frowning a bit when Thomas did the same. It hurt seeing his boyfriend, his John, kissing another guy. But he wasn't about to complain about it. He made John happy and that was all that matters.

John also wanted Alexander to be happy, though, and he could see that he clearly wasn't.

"Hamilton, are you coming? I'll take you home."

"Yeah.."

"Actually," John said, "Can you give us a minute? I want to talk to him."

Thomas nodded and went downstairs, waiting outside of his car and taking a smoke break.

John pulled Alexander into a hug and kissed his cheek. "Are you sure you're okay with this?.."

"Yeah.. I just.. It's going to take some getting used to."

"You know I still love you, right? I love you just as much not as I did before I realized I loved him too."

"I know.. It's just kind of weird after everything that happened."

John nodded. "I get it. He's not pushing you out of the picture, I swear that much to you."

Alexander buried his face in his chest. "Can we talk about this alone? Before you go out with him tomorrow?"

"Of course we can. I'll probably need to borrow something to wear from Laf, anyways." He kissed the top of his head. "I'll see you then."

"Okay... Am I bad for being jealous? Like... I know I promised I wouldn't be, but I can't stop it and I'm sorry.. I shouldn't be jealous after-"

"Hey.. Slow down there. I understand if you're kind of jealous.. You're really doing a lot for me through this.. But nothing is going to change, I swear. I still love you just as much as before and nothing's ever going to stop that." He pulled away from the hug and kissed him.

Alexander melted against his lips. John always made him feel better and kissing John always made the world feel alright again. Whether or not John was dating Thomas, nothing could take that away from him. When he pulled away, he smiled. "Thank you..."

"Anytime." He pecked his lips one more time before watching him go downstairs, then going back inside.

Alexander looked better as he went to Thomas, tutting as he saw him smoking. "Does John know you do that?"

"Yeah. Got a problem with it?" He stomped out the cigarette before getting in the car, Alexander getting in the passenger's seat.

"It smells disgusting and secondhand smoke kills. I don't want John to die."

"Says the man who left him alone when he had a panic attack to the one who makes sure he's away from John before smoking."

Alexander grumbled. "Stop holding that over my head!"

"I could hold a lot of things over your head, Hamilton. My point is I'm pretty sure John hated having a panic attack for hours while you exposed his life to the public, then having to lie about it a whole lot more than some bad habit." Thomas had half a mind to start smoking in his car to prove a point had he not remembered that Lucy's booster seat was in the backseat. The last thing he wanted was for her to begin smelling like smoke because he wanted to be petty.

"And I'm pretty sure that I hate the fact that my boyfriend likes someone else even more than all of that combined, but you don't see me kicking your ass to the curb."

Thomas sighed. "You're impossible. You do realize that I'm not a threat to your relationship, right? John's not leaving you for me, he made that clear. He loves you."

"And he loves you."

"And we love him. Lord knows I'd love for him to drop you, even before you added me in, but I'm not going to make him because, for some unknown reason, having you around makes him happy and that's all I care about. I don't give a damn about you and you don't give a damn about me. There'll be hell to pay if you make John suffer for it, that's a promise."

Alexander went quiet. He didn't know if it was because Thomas scared him or because he was right, but he went quiet.

"Look. I'm not going to lay a hand on you, I promised John I'd back off. But if I hear you hurt him again, you won't be so lucky. He wouldn't hurt you no matter what you did. You screw up, I'll kick your ass. I screw up, Lafayette kicks my ass. So we both work to make John happy. We're dating him, that's our job. Get it?"

"Of course I want to make John happy. I'm not the one that tried to rape him."

"I did not try to rape him. I'd never do that, not to him."

"You tried to rape me."

"I hate you."

"Great excuse."

Thomas gritted his teeth. At least he was trying to fix his mistakes. Alexander was just trying to excuse his. "Look, we're at your place. Get out."

Alexander gladly did just that, getting out and slamming the door shut.

Thomas drove off and went home.

"Where's Lucy? I thought you were watching her?" Kevin asked as soon as he walked through the door.

He guessed his mom was home. "She's sleeping over with some friends. I just want to go to my room, alright?"

"Thomas, treat him with a little more respect."

"Come on, mom, I'm tired. I've had a long day."

She sighed. "Alright, fine. Go upstairs."

He went upstairs and took a long, hot shower, then collapsed into his bed. Things were still so complicated.

John ordered pizza for his sleepover and helped Lucy clean the makeup off of her face before eating with everyone.

"Johnny, are you and Tommy dating again? He seems all happy like he did when he dated you before."

John smiled. "I think we are."

She pouted. "You get two boyfriends?.. Why can't I have one?"

"Because having a boyfriend is a lot of responsibility. Sure, there's the fun of having him carry your books and give you compliments, but you have to make sure he's happy, too. And, don't tell him I told you this, but most girls date once they're about my age."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I began dating when I was sixteen."

She counted on her fingers. "How many more years is that?"

"Ten, but it'll go by really fast if you're a good girl. If you keep being mean to the kids at school, then it'll take longer."

"Why?"

"Because growing up is all about learning from your mistakes and the more mistakes you make, the more learning you have to do."

She nodded, completely trusting him. "Why did Tommy say I can't date until I'm thirty? I'll be old by then!"

John chuckled. "Its because not all boys are princes. Some are really mean and they don't really like you and they hurt your feelings. He just wants to make sure that you don't get hurt."

"I understand.." After a few seconds, she had one more question. "How did you know I was being mean?.. They only tell mommy and mean Mr Kevin because they're grownups."

John always had an answer to that one. "Santa Claus told me."

She gasped. "You know Santa?!"

Susan came over. "Yeah! He helps Santa get my toys."

John nodded. "It's true."

"Wow! I promise I'll be better!"

"That's great. You know he's always watching."

She nodded and took her plate from John once he finished cleaning off her makeup.

Maria smiled and sat with John. "You are such a mom."

"This coming from an actual mom."

"I'm serious. And I don't mean it in a bad way. You're so good with kids, no wonder Susan and Lucy love you."

Lafayette nodded in agreement. "It's true."

He chuckled. "Thanks, guys.."

"On an unrelated note, when did you start dating Thomas?"

"Yesterday.. Alexander knows how I feel about him and asked him to kind of join in.. So, we're going on a date tomorrow."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?.." Maria asked quietly, Lafayette seeming just as worried.

"He's different. I know he is. I trust him."

"You know that if he hurts you, I will kill him," Lafayette promised.

"That won't be necessary. I really like him.. He made some bad mistakes, but he's past that. I know he is."

They looked at each other, still a bit unsure, but they ultimately decided to trust John and, by extension, trust Thomas. Still, they'd be keeping an eye on him.

After a night of pizza eating and Disney movie watching, everyone fell asleep on the floor. In the morning, Maria had to leave for work, but everyone else stayed in the apartment. While Lafayette took Rosie out for a walk, John made breakfast and fed the girls, eating with them. When Lafayette came back in, he asked him to keep an eye on the girls.

"I've so been slacking on my art. I want to work on it today, if that's alright with you."

"Of course. These two are angels." He smiled and waved John off.

"You're a lifesaver." He went to his room and shut the door behind him as he began painting. Like James said, he was painting to go with a supernatural theme, sticking with mainly ghosts and spirits. All of the paintings were done in warm grays and very little color, an eerie feeling in the room as he put them all around to dry. So much so that when Susan walked in, she burst into tears. John picked her up and took her out, rocking her. "It's not real, it's just my painting. I promise You're okay."

She sniffled and cried on his shoulder for a minute.

"What did you need, sweetie?"

"Mr Laf told me to tell you it was lunchtime.."

"Okay. I'll be over there in a second." He kissed her cheek and put her down when she was finished crying, sending her back to the kitchen.

John went back and cleaned up his paints, then locked his bedroom door and went to the kitchen, finding that Lafayette had actually cooked something. "Oh, thanks, Laf. You could've just ordered out, I could've paid."

"Nonsense, it was no trouble. Come eat."

John wasn't going to argue with food. He sat in the living room and ate with everyone else, taking a break. By the time that Alexander had gotten there, he'd practically forgotten his paintings in favor of Lafayette's amazing cooking. He hopped to his feet and buzzed Alexander in, then went and checked on the paint while he waited for him to get to the apartment.

Lafayette answered the door and smiled. "Hello. Sorry, John just went back to his room to put up his paintings." He let Alexander in and shut the door behind him.

He waved at the girls as they sat on the couch, but was more concerned with getting to his boyfriend. He went back to his bedroom and felt a chill go down his spine as he pushed the door open. "Hey.."

John smiled and turned to him, going and hugging him. "Hey. Sorry about the mess.. Let's go to the other room."

Alexander didn't even know John had another room. He assumed that door led to some closet, but no. There was a whole other bedroom, this one with plastic all over the ground and clay and a bunch of other materials in the corner. "What's that trashcan in here for?" It would've been easy to ignore had it been a regular kitchen trash can and not a full sized, metal garbage can.

"It's a furnace. I couldn't really afford a real one, so I made that one. It's good for metal and for firing clay, so yeah."

"Metal?"

"Yeah, melting metal and making new works out of it. That's why I put it in the room with the balcony, to let the fumes out."

"Oh.. Anyways, I'm sorry.."

"For what?"

"I shouldn't be so jealous... I talked about it with Thomas and I get it.. I shouldn't be this jealous of him.."

"Oh, honey.. It's okay to be a little jealous sometimes.. That's why I didn't tell you I wanted to be with Thomas, because I didn't want you to think that it meant getting you out of the picture.. That's not what I want at all. I love you just as much as I love him."

Alexander smiled. "I love you too.." He leaned up and kissed John, sighing contently.

John hummed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He never wanted to lose Alex, not in a million years. Alexander was his other half and Thomas was the missing piece in his heart. He loved them both in the same way, but in different ways, in a way that he could hardly describe. But he didn't have to describe it because they understood. Without a word, they both understood. "I'm so lucky.." he muttered as he pulled away.

"Oh, come on, you're not nearly as lucky as I am. I get to date you." He smiled.

John chuckled. "Let's agree to disagree.." He checked the time. "I should get ready soon.. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. You have your date with Thomas and I can hang out with Laf and Susan at home." Again, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit jealous, but it was a lot more manageable than it was before. John loved him, he knew he did. Making sure Thomas wouldn't get in the way of that was the true problem.

John kissed his cheek before walking off, going to the bathroom and taking a shower, then getting dressed in a plain shirt and shorts. He even shaved his legs, just like he had for his date with Alexander.

Once he was ready, Lafayette drove everyone to their house, even taking Lucy and Susan over after John told Thomas and Maria. The girls went up to his room and Alexander and John waited in Alexander's room, laying in his bed.

"I'm glad to see you've been taking care of Squirtle."

"Of course I have been. I love him almost as much as I love you."

John kissed his forehead and sighed. "This is nice.. Just laying here, in the quiet."

Alexander nodded and cuddled against him.

[tickledreams27-blog]

It was 5:00 at the glade. Thomas and Minho had just come back from running they had been out since 5:30 that morning. While they were out running they occasionally stopped for a break for a drink or a fruit on one occasion when they stopped Minho noticed Thomas was hoping from his right to his left foot like he was in pain. When he mentioned it to Thomas he screwed up his face and said it was nothing, but Minho could tell he was in pain. He decided to tell Newt, who Thomas was closer to, about it. They had just come back from running, and Thomas went to sit at his favorite part of the forest. When Newt much to his annoyance came to join him... "Sooo, Tommy my friend how are you" "What do you want Newt" Thomas responded "Thought you needed cheering up" Thomas sighed "Sure you did" "What! you look sad" "Since when did you care " A look of hurt flashed over Newts face and then disappeared. Thomas saw it and felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry" "Give me your feet" Newt said. "What" "I'm gonna rob you of your pain Thomas raised a brow "And how, may I ask are you gonna do that " In response Newt brought out a bottle of ointment from his jacket. Then slapped his thighs twice indicating for Thomas to put his foot on him. Thomas grinned and put his feet up. The blond pulled off Thomas' shoes and sock' to reveal Thomas's size 7 feet. He pored some oil straight onto his right foot and Thomas screwed up his toes. "Sorry its cold" "For a guy who can handle so much pain your a big baby" Newt grinned. "Shhh I'm trying to relax" Thomas replied. newt continued massaging his foot and Thomas almost fell asleep until. "Ahha" Thomas made a noise halfway between a pig and a human and pulled his foot back so fast he almost kneed himself in the face. "Newt raised one eyebrow is it that bad" Thomas shook his head "no I-I-It's not  that." "If you say so". Thomas nodded so Newt continued. 30 seconds later again Thomas snorted and pulled his foot back. "Ohh my gosh, just relax man" Then it hit him and a grin slowly started to spread across his face. Suddenly he put Thomas' feet in a headlock. "H-Hey what are you doing." "Thomas, are you ticklish?" Newt asked Thomas gulped "Um no" "You sure" He asked starting to scrape his fingers along his sole just underneath his toe. Thomas screamed and dropped down so he was laying on his back. Still restricted by Newt holding his feet. "Ahahahah, Newt let gohoho!" "Nah Tommy boy this is the first time I've heard you properly laugh since, well I can't remember. Can you?" While Newt was talking Thomas was in hysterics, "Stohohop!" "Naa Tommy your not ticklish so why are you laughing" By this time Thomas had managed to turn around so he was lying on his front, still desperately trying to escape Newts headlock. "Ahahahah Ohoho mhyhy GGohohoddd!. I'm gonna pee myselahaaaaaa!" Inbetween Thomas' ranting Newt had prized back Thomas's toes and and scratched underneath them causing Thomas to scream again, this time it was a piercing shrill which ran through the night air, all the way to the ears of none other than Gally and Minho who dropped the Maps in their hands and ran towards the scream. When they got there their jaws dropped. Thomas the heroic keeper of the runners, Killer of the Grievers, Protector of the glade was being tickled to the point of begging for mercy. They made their way over grins plastering their faces. "Oh hey Tommy, how you doing?" "Huuuu" "What I don't understand you" "Hehellppp mehe" "Yea guys" Newt laughed, he needs help cheering up he's been acting like a shank all week" "Nohoho!" The next 10 minutes were almost the worst of his life. Newt had left his feet and sat on his legs and started squeezing just above his knees and thighs causing Thomas to go mad while Minho pulled Thomas's failing arm above his and attacked his armpits. Meanwhile Gally was on his middle pretending to count his ribs. "Don't want your enemy finding out your weakness Greenie, they could figure out a way to get under you skin." Gally said "Nohoho Gally pleeaasse" "Please what Greenie" "Dohon't dooo ihihit" "Ohh what this" Suddenly he lifted up Thomas' shirt and started again only now it felt one hundred times worse. Ahahahah pleeaasse Ihi'm shorhry" "Don't worry Greenie I forgive you" "Thehen sthoppp" Suddenly his laughter turned silent and he started choking Alright guys that's enough"Wait I wanna do one last thing". Newt  sat on his middle and lifted up his shirt. "Hey Tommy, you like rasberries" No-No-No Newt pleheheeaasse" Newt ignored him and put his face next to Thomas' Navel he put his toung in it and started licking the hole. Gally and Minho cringed while Thomas fell into silent laughter again. Alright Newt that's enough. Hang on. Then Newt blew the biggest rasberries Thomas had ever had. Then he screamed the loudest he ever had. He didn't remember when he fell asleep but the last thing he rememberd was Gally saying"That has got to be the cutest laugh I have heard. When Thomas opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the hammock he was lying in not his he noted. Then last nights events came flooding back to him and he suddenly felt sore all over his body. Then he realised what day it was and what time it was. "Oh Shuck Alby's gonna kill me" It was the day of the 55th annual runners meeting and it started in 10 minutes. He quickly splashed cold water on himself, in Newts shower, and brushed his teeth while putting his shoes on. He got dressed (In Newts clothes) and headed outside. Unfortunately Gally was coming toward him he froze for two seconds a look if terror flashing over his face. Then Chuck ran up to him. " Hey Thomas where were you last night, what wrong you look like you've seen a greiver". "Look chuck, I'll explain later I gotta go" "Hey Tommy my friend" H-H-Hi G-G-Gally." Gally raised on eyebrow well aren't you late for the M-M-M meeting. Y-Yea b-bye." "Wait i''all walk ya I'm glade rep today anyway" "K-Kay bye chuck" Chuck just stared open jawed" "Here" Thomas looked at the water Gally was offering him and nodded. "Th-Thanks" "Sooo Greenie how come you so ticklish hu?" Thomas immediately regretted drinking that water and choked it out he took two steps away from Gally then started walking again" "Relax Greenie I ain't gonna touch ya" Thomas rolled his eyes and huffed, ge didn't say another word till they got there. "Hurry up Greenie or I'm gonna start without ya" "K I'm ready" "So this weeks issue is. Alby stuck his hand in the box and pulled it out,"Lack of challenges and battles". "So to start lets hear what ideas people have um Zart you start." " Well I think we should have more games to pass the time" Alby nodded all in favor raise your right hand." Thomas was about to raise his when he saw Newts hand scrape his side. So he didn't raise his hand to block Newts hand with his elbow. "Thomas, you don't agree?" Alby asked "N-No I agree" "Ok motion moved" Gally raised a hand "Yea", Alby asked "What type of games" Jack one of the younger boys raised a hand. Alby nodded to him. "Sup Jack" "I think we should have tickle fights". That when Thomas regretted the water decided to take a swig of. "Phhhchha" "Ehuehueu". Alby raised one eyebrow "Greenie you sure u ok". "I-I'm fine" "See me after Greenie" "Wh-Wha-Why" "And you Newt" Newt rolled his eyes, and huffed out his cheeks. "Sorry Newt you got a problem" "Nuuh" "Good, where were we, oh yea tickle fights all in favo-" "Wait Alby don't you think that's a bit immature". "Hmm, maby, what do you think Gally?" "Maby" "All in favor 80% put up their hand and Alby smirked "motion moved"... After the meeting Thomas and Newt were sat on chairs infront of Alby. "You two wanna tell me what's going on" He was talking to both of them but looked directly into Thomas's eyes. Thomas met his gaze for a second, then his face burned red and he looked down at his feet. Feeling Alby's gaze Thomas started squirming in his seat. Alby sighed fine you can go." "Bu-" Thomas started to protest. Alby raised a brow "Hu" "Newt glanced at Thomas and he shut his mouth "Nothing" "Fine, Newt leave. "What why" Alby glanced at Newt and smirked. Newt smirked back and nodded at him then toward Thomas, Alby grinned and nodded. Newt rolled his eyes and smirked again. Then stood up and left. Alby retired his gaze back to Thomas who started squirming again. "You know for a runner you squirm quite alot" at the word squirm Thomas started squirming harder. Alby chuckled "Alright Greenbeen lets get started." "Started on whaaaaa". Mid sentence. Alby had tackled Thomas to the floor pinning him securely underneath him. Thomas tried to shove him off but with no avail. "Sooo Greenie Gally told me something interesting about you" "Whahit? Pleeaasse Alby I'll do anything, don't do it Alby pleahehese" "I-" He didn't get to finish because Alby had started prodding his sides "Nahahahhahhuhuhuhahahguhhu." "Duhugrn" "Hehellppp mehehe!!" Newt was just closing the door when he heard Thomas' piercing scream. He smirked and shook his head. As he headed out into the cool air he steppes and laughed to himself as he listened to Thomas's laugh, loud enough to rouse anyone and music to his it was the type of laugh that was contagious and bound to make anyone laugh or smirk along with him. He started to feel like Thomas coming the the glade may not have been a bad thing after all.

[collecting-stories]

Nanny - Tommy Shelby

Request: Hey can u do one where the reader is Charlie’s nanny and after a long time after grace dies you and you guys fall for each other

Nanny - Tommy Shelby

It was only for a short time but when you started on at the Shelby household you had known Grace. More than Tommy even, who you rarely saw looking after his son. You were always called to take the child from Grace. Nannying for the family felt odd before Grace died; she was a very involved mother. She always wanted to be there for Charlie and insisted that you needn’t take him unless there was an emergency that she couldn’t come look after him. So you rarely stepped in. Until she was killed and the emergency she suggested became regular everyday life.  

“Charlie, a couple more minutes then we’re going inside. You’re dad gets home today.” You called, watching the seven year old on the swing in the back garden.  

Sometime after Grace died and Charlie was returned to him, Tommy had a garden built in memory of his late wife. You had never seen her garden or knew her to like flowers at all but you supposed the garden was more for him, a quiet place away from business that he could go and think. There was small bench under and archway and a large tree that had a swing newly attached. Charlie had begged for the swing and you had agreed, while Tommy was away, to put the swing up for him. Your father had come out and strung it up to a low, thick branch a few days ago and Charlie had practically camped out in the garden since then.  

In recent years Charlie had begun to rely on you more. Without a mother to care for him, and a father who had business that took him away from the house for days at a time, you became a surrogate for Charlie. You talked to him often about his mother, ensuring that he never forgot her or her importance in his life, but for him you were the closest living person he had to a mother.  

“Charlie!” You called him again. You were sitting on the small bench with an empty basket and a book beside you. Charlie and you had come out to the garden for a picnic lunch and to read together. Tommy was due home today and you were trying to keep Charlie occupied so he didn’t stand at the door and wait.  

Neither you nor Charlie, who was swinging happily, noticed Tommy coming through the gate into the walled garden. He had gotten home just minutes earlier and Mary had informed him that you’d taken Charlie outside for lunch. He came up beside the bench and moved the basket, taking a seat beside you.  

“Tommy,” you smiled, holding a hand to your chest, “you startled me.”

Just as you had become a constant in Charlie’s life you had become one in Tommy’s as well. For a long time after Grace died you and Tommy had a very formal relationship. You were Charlie’s nanny and you were employed by the Shelby’s and that was it. The change wasn’t immediate, it was a gradual, almost unnoticeable change. The first time you had thought that something was different was after Charlie’s fifth Christmas. Tommy had come home with presents for his son from London and you had been up late decorating the house with Mary.  

He had come in, quietly watching you decorate the tree, and stood in the doorway with a gift in hand. It was the first time you would receive a gift for Christmas since you had started working for Thomas Shelby. He called your name, not wanting to startle you when you were on a ladder.  

“Mr. Shelby,” you climbed down off the ladder, “good evening.”

“I know it’s not Christmas morning for a few more hours but I wanted to give you this.” Tommy offered the present in his hand.

He knew that once morning came his family would be round to celebrate and you would be gone back to your own small family gathering. This was the only opportunity that he would have alone with you.  

“Oh! I have a present for you as well.” You knelt down below the tree and grasped a small, neatly wrapped box with a card attached. When you turned around Tommy had come further into the room and was standing beside the ladder. “Here it is.”

Tommy took his present from you and handed you the present he had bought for you in London. You and he said nothing as the presents were opened. You would glance at him every so often, trying to gauge his reaction as he carefully pulled off the paper and opened the box. Inside was a pocket-watch, brilliantly polished, that you’d bought months earlier when you’d accompanied the Shelby’s to London for a family holiday. Your gift from him was a simple book, which he’d had Mary wrap.  

“Alfred, Lord Tennyson? Oh, thank you.” You held the book to your chest, “could I hug you Mr. Shelby?”

“Tommy please,” he said.  

“Tommy of course, sorry.” You reached out and hugged him, surprising him. Gradually he placed one arm on your back, still holding the gold pocket-watch in his free hand. “Thank you so much, this is a wonderful gift.”

He closed his eyes briefly, pressing his hand into your back more, before stepping away from you. There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to say something about his own gift. Instead he switched the conversation to one of your return after the holiday.

“I’ll be back with the new year.” You replied.  

“Well I’ll… Charlie and I’ll miss you. Certainly.” Tommy stated.  

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. You won’t even notice I’m gone.” You joked.  

Tommy let you leave for bed, though he wanted to keep you a moment longer. He thought of telling you that he would most definitely notice your absence for the days you were gone. He would miss the laughter that seemed to echo in the empty house when you and Charlie played together. The house would seem silent without you, and lonelier than usual.  

Over the two years since then your relationship with Tommy had continued to grow. At first it was glances in each others direction that grew into small touches. He would rest a hand on your back or you’d lay a hand on his arm. Those touches became more and more until it became clear that the line between companionship and love had been crossed. Neither of you were open about the growing relationship, Tommy didn’t want Charlie to feel as if you cared more for him than his son.  

“How’s work going?” You had gone into Tommy’s office one night, determined to talk to him about the change in your relationship.  

Tommy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He leaned back against the chair and you walked around his desk to lean on the edge of it. “How are you?” He asked, reaching his hand out and resting it on the side of your thigh.

“Alright, Charlie’s finally fallen asleep.” You replied.

“Did you come into my office late in the evening to discuss Charlie’s sleeping schedule?” He joked, tugging your dress to bring you closer to him.  

You obliged him, moving forward until you were standing by his leg. He tugged again and you sat down on his lap, hooking an arm around his neck. “Tommy, you said we would talk?”

“We will, does it have to be right this moment.” He asked, eyes still closed and head tilted back to the ceiling.  

“Not necessarily but I would like to know that this isn’t just something to occupy your time Tommy. I care a lot about Charlie and I’d hate to see him get hurt.”

“If you’re suggesting that my intention is a one off I’m disappointed. I told you last night that I love you and I meant it.” He replied.  

“And I love you.” You answered, smiling, “but I still think we ought to tell Charlie.” 

Tommy sat forward enough that he could kiss you and you were happy to indulge him. “We’ll tell him soon.”

Soon was not immediately. It was five months later and Tommy had failed to mention to his son that you were no longer on the payroll and were in fact slowly becoming part of the family. He knew Charlie would be happy but there was more than just you that would be integrated into Charlie’s daily life and Tommy was worried the change would be hard on his son. He had decided that he would speak to him tonight, after dinner and before he put Charlie to bed for the evening.  

“When did you get home?” You asked Tommy, looking away from Charlie on the swing for a moment.  

“Just a few moments ago.” He replied. He took his pocket watch out to check the time and you glanced over, noticing it was the same one that you had given him two Christmases ago.   

“How long have you and Charlie been out here?”

“Since lunch.”

“I thought I said no swing?”  

“I was thinking I could persuade you otherwise?” You leaned closer him and, while Charlie was turned away, kissed his cheek. “Because you love me?” 

“Very clever of you, and while I do love you, it won’t work.”  

You turned away from Tommy and called Charlie’s name, drawing his attention. The seven year old hopped off the swing and hurried over to where Tommy was sitting beside you. He threw himself into Tommy’s arms excitedly.  

“Dad! Daddy did you see the swing?” He asked, looking back at the swing and then to his father.

“I saw. I was sure I said no to the swing before I left.”  

“Dad’s come home in a rather sour mood.” You teased, scooting over so that Charlie could climb onto the bench between you.  

“Please daddy, can’t we keep the swing up? When everyone comes for the weekend they’ll love it.” He argued.  

“Charlie, why don’t you head in and change for supper. We’ll be right behind you.” Tommy instructed standing up. Charlie complied and took off for the house. You gathered the basket and book from the ground, placing them on the bench as you stood.  

Once Charlie was gone Tommy took the opportunity to hug you properly and kiss you. He held your face as he kissed you, happy to finally be home with you and Charlie.  

“I hate when you’re away.” You said.  

“That makes two of us.” Tommy replied. “How was Charlie while I was away?”

“He’s always wonderful Tommy.”

“How were you?” He asked, one hand placed not-so-subtly on your stomach.  

“I’m fine, I’m just wondering when we’ll talk to Charlie?” You mentioned. You took up the basket and book, beginning to head back inside.  

“I’ll talk to him tonight after dinner.” Tommy replied. “He’ll be happy.”

I don’t even know…

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