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z0mibite · 7 months ago

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>1000 words, detailed descriptions of violence and a (sort of?) mention of s/a (⚠️use of the r word ⚠️), reader is gn! and up to interpretation throughout other than being considerably smaller than thomas and one mention of possibly bearing children. open-ended, so if you prefer angst endings for reader or stockholm, you can choose, it's texas chainsaw massacre, anything that's in either movie is part of the warnings just to be safe. dead dove do not ear, read at your own risk. also this is not proofread in any way, I literally wrote this straight shot right before bed listening to dove (doll ver) on loop and hit post.

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imagine tommy keeping you, not to rape and defile like his uncle assumed, nor for you to bare children like his mama had hoped—but because you're just so nice to look at.

In the first film, tommy can be seen wearing rings, jewelry he's collected from past victims. also with the whole wearing people's faces to mask his own, he obviously has an eye for pretty things. and you're one of them.

It isn't just that of course, plenty of pretty people had come onto the farm, all meeting the same fate. he hadn't spared a dozen or so others, so why would he spare you?

you hadn't flinched at the sight of him, you hadn't run away crying like a child at their first horror maze, you simply smiled at him with those sparkling eyes, an elegant hand giving him a friendly, unbiased wave. you looked at him without prejudice, or preconceived assumptions about his character.

your friends hadn't given him the same courtesy. which is why you were here, chained to the workbench near the chopping block. the block he was using to dismember your traveling companions. a few of them hung from meat hooks, catatonic, their minds were weak and feeble, they broke at the sights in front of them, and despite the agonizing pain of lost limbs and shredded muscle, they were silent and still, waiting for their turn.

death was their only escape, they needed only to wait for it. you could see it in their eyes, each time he'd finish one off and turn to grab the next off a hook, they'd all follow him with pleading eyes. not for mercy, they were far beyond the point of return—but to be next.

your entire body was shaking like a kicked chihuahua. your muscles were all tense, adrenaline begged you to run, flee, to escape death. your silly primal instinct hadn't caught up with your concious. It was an odd feeling, having every possible part of your body screaming at you to run, and choosing to stay still, to betray your instinct with your intelligence. you knew you wouldn't get far.

despite the horrid conditions in the basement, a place where your senses should be overloaded; your ears with the echoes of their screams and the engine of the saw, your eyes with the gory mess, your nose with the pungent smell of iron and rotting flesh, your tongue with the dryness of your mouth from panting, and your body's fatigue from running around for hours—there was nothing but the racing of your heartbeat.

It was all you could hear or feel, and in your mind you could taste and see it as well, you felt the pulse rise all the way into your skull and down to your toes. you felt every rush of blood heat your skin like a furnace, moving past your veins and tissue.

your eyes aimlessly followed his body, unblinking and dry. he was deeply focused on his ‘work’, but he would still glance at you every now and again. you were just so pretty, a decoration in his safe haven, like a deer mounted above the fireplace.

hours had passed in what felt like seconds before he was finished. you hadn't moved.

he nonchalantly came up to you, his much larger hand going to cup your face before he froze. he withdrew his hands, wiping the bloody mess on his apron and washing his hands before he continued his previous action.

you didn't dare move, not even to flinch, as his held your head in your hands.

his thumbs caressed the flesh just under your eyes, rubbing around and about, seemingly fascinated by the way your skin folded and stretched at his will. he made a gesture with his hands, swiping a palm in front of your eyes, an attempt at communicating. when you didn't respond, he huffed frustratedly before letting his thumbs touch your eyelids, forcing them down to close your eyes.

he took your chin in-between two fingers, maneuvering your head in every direction, studying every feature. his thumb pulled your lips apart, showing him your teeth, clenched so hard they might be pushed back underneath your eye sockets.

after a he took some time to study you, you felt his thumbs come back to rest on your eyelids, pulling them open again. this time he studied your iris. he was clearly upset at the lack of light that prevented him from seeing the color clearly, but he looked closely nonetheless.

the sensation of breath enveloping your face, forcing you to breathe in the air he had just released, was one you could not describe.

his hands fell to your shoulders and moved downward till he got to your forearms, where he would trace the veins in your arms. when his hand met your wrist, he applied gentle pressure to it, his breath hitching as he felt your blood pulsate. he moved onto your hands now.

his were easily twice the size of yours, if not more. his nails were dull and blunt, the skin much rougher against yours. dried blood cracked underneath his nails and stained his skin a pinkish tone despite his tan. he traced the lines of your palm the same way a palm reader would, take away the tales of life lines and replace them with pure admiration.

he unexpectedly leaned in closer to you, his face now inches, if that, from your own. you kept your gaze ahead as he stared you down.

he brought his masked nose up to the top of your head and sniffed you like a dog, leaning down to your neck to see what else he could smell on you besides your faded fragrance and sweat.

It was only after this action of his that your body responded in any way in nearly 12 hours.

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stars-and-the-min · 6 months ago

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (11) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n sometimes people aren't the nicest (and people can be severely delusional)

masterlist | last part | part 11 | next part

TWITTER

june @linafesting · 42m you look like taylor swift

↳ june @linafesting · 41m not quite mother and daughter, more like aunt and niece ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 32m lina is hayley williams and lana del rey's lovechild and i've been say this for years ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 13m oh no... that's not...

INSTAGRAM

emptybottles_official Bangkok, Thailand

liked by chrisyamada and 298,426 others

emptybottles_official All suited up 😎 tagged: lukaszhang, eb_jonno and cameliazzz

chrisyamada who managed to wrangle kas into a suit 🤣

cami.png as much as i love cami content, no lina or aid was a... choice ↳ mrslukaszhang @cami.png right like ur not sending the frontwoman??? what's going on??? (omg kas 😳)

emptybottlesbar Looking sharp!

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 2h what are y'all up to? ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h we went out to dinner tgt! authentic thai food and the night markets bc only grandpa aidan knows how to speak thai <3 ↳ Aidan Park @EB_Aidan · 2h Alex gave us recommendations 😊 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h deluding myself into thinking this is a producer-songwriter meeting

opal @pxastrixxx · 1h enough time has passed, i think we need to talk about how weird l*na is, a 🧵 ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 1h and ik ur all gonna try defend her by saying its a stage persona yada yada but it's still weird the way she interacts with guys ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 1h starting off with kas and lina, they keep insisting that they're just childhood best friends or smth but the massive shipping fandom they have just proves that ppl aren't blind and they're flirty ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 57m idk how u comfortably flirt with ur so-called 'friend' in front of thousands of ppl each night and even in front of ur boyfriend??? and she's always the one instigating it (e.g. the glove thing) it's weird, does kas have a gf bc i feel sorry for her ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 56m the whole thing with tommy howard is also childish, like its been 3 years and she's still so petty, it's giving: not over him, the whole comment on not dating athletes and then dating oscar just seems like she's trying to rile tommy up ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 54m and that's not even covering the trouble she causes her management team, i swear, the past month i've known of her existence has been her causing drama, going viral, her pr team burying it and rinse, repeat, cycle ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 49m whatever is going on between her and chris yamada is also WEIRD and it's always been weird bc she's mentioned having a celebrity crush on him and then they become friends? and then suddenly they stopped interacting in 2021? ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 43m u think that maybe he's realised smth but then he comes back to perform with them in seoul and they hang out again which is just weird weird weird bc their 'friendship' back then was also shipped ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 40m and i know i'm onto smth bc not all her male friends get shipped with her. her other male bandmates are seen as just friends bc she treats them like friends, the way she acts around kas and chris is just flirty and ppl latched onto that ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 39m and ppl are so brainwashed they think her bluntness and lack of filter is 'authentic' and funny but she's being a self-entitled bitch and her fans keep inflating her ego ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 36m and i haven't even mentioned her actions right after her final break-up with tommy like, going out to parties every week? seen with a different boy every time? making it a very public affair that then needs to be scrubbed from the internet by ur pr team? it says everything u need to know about her imo ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 32m on top of all this, we all know oscar doesn't like the media and would want to keep his relationship private and l*na's blatant disrespect and showboating feels like she's just with him for the virality, it just looks performative ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 30m i literally just want oscar to go back to his quiet life of just racing and stay away from that kinda lifestyle

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h is it just me... or did that lina post and reply not quite sound like her? ↳ june @linafesting · 1h was literally just thinking the same thing, that is not my girl ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h i thought i was being paranoid but like, when was the last time she posted??? do you think management banned her from socials?

INSTAGRAM

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emptybottlesbar Oh, hey there Jonny 👋 tagged: eb_jonno

moonbeamlina release the pic he took of admin ↳ emptybottlesbar @moonbeamlina Admin is really shy 🙈

linasgirl4 no snarky lina comment OH THEY'VE TAKEN HER ACCOUNT OFF HER 😭

r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/buisms84 8 hours ago lina radio silence

does anyone else find it so weird how little promo lina is getting? like she's by far the most popular member esp since she's the FRONTWOMAN and she's been completely radio silent on socials since last weekend?

and not to discount any of the other band members ofc but everyone is noticing, like this is so not like the EB pr method?

so does anyone have any clue what's happening lol

dreamofbees · 8 hr. ago didn't she tweet a pic of her and aidan like last night? buisms84 OP · 8 hr. ago i think everyone and their dog knew that wasn't her

niaphilia283 · 7 hr. ago there's a twitter hate train rn it's causing a bit of a commotion and i think they (management) took her socials off her to prevent escalation buisms84 OP · 7 hr. ago wait, what twitter hate train? niaphilia283 · 5 hr. ago one of her boyfriend's deranged fans (user pxastrixxx) had a long ass thread basically calling lina a slut and saying she's just using him for clout but they priv'ed their acc now (i took screenshots if u wanna see)

TWITTER

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 1h 4 years ago... Lina and Kas did a zoom interview/catch-up during the COVID-19 lockdown

↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 51m oomfie this was NOT A GOOD TIME TO POST THIS 😭 ↳ kaslina on my mind ☁️ @kaslinatruther · 22m they're in love ur honor

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

TWITTER

↳ emme @flowersforcami · 6h hey bestie... how you doing...? ↳ president linami @ linaminami · 6h NOT WELL 😭

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h what happened to that one oscar user who had that fuck-long thread bitching about lina? ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h i mean like i was also pretty against about her to begin with but i think anyone with eyes could figure that was a bit... right??? ↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 1h ppl aren't that smart and my girl is a pretty convincing actress

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h why was bangkok kinda robbed like 👀 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h it's one thing to put ur frontwoman on a social ban but to stop her from giving it all on stage is an insult. i firmly believe that it's criminal that the band management told lina to 'tone it down' on stage bc of the online noise which straight up isn't fair for the thai fans ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 58m and she looked so miserable btw like it's the only thing you can notice in the tour videos, she's pissed off and she's trying so hard not to let it bleed into her performance

liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 31m hot take: people have always been weird about lina's dating life and it's gone far beyond anything reasonable ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 27m nobody take this the wrong way! i love her and oscar together, they seem really happy and enjoy spending time together, from what i can see they both put in effort to see each other (which is esp difficult with their jobs) but we need to leave them ALONE. she likes privacy and oscar is a very textbook introvert. those bitches do NOT want you prying into their lives, trust me on this

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h the lack of individual content from both lina and oscar is convincing me those two are shacked up somewhere, trust 🙏 (i'm delusional) ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h YES IK LINA IS IN BANGKOK AND OSCAR IS IN MIAMI, THIS WAS A JOKE

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha

#f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x oc #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri smau #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 smau #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 social media au

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average-vibe · 11 months ago

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Taunt

Summary: You and Wilbur have been childhood friends your whole lives. what’s a bit more? Pairing: Wilbur x fem!reader tw: swearing,long fic with no proofreading a/n: hi! this was originally gonna be a Tommy fic but i changed my mind- lmk if you want the tommy ver. (also the name of this fic is based off of one of my fav songs lol) masterlist

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“Hey! thought you’d never come outta that thing.” Wilbur joked as you climbed out of the taxi, waving the driver goodbye.

“look, when your told 10 minutes beforehand that you need to be ready, it’s hard to be on time.” you said, cringing at the memory of applying powder to your face infront of the driver, who seemed to think you were a little crazy.

“yeah yeah. who ya trying to impress?” wilbur asked, walking down the pavement swiftly, his long legs striding with ease, and you admittedly struggled to keep up.

“me, myself, and i.” you answered. “i see your not trying to impress anyone, by the shape your in.” you joked, making wilbur laugh. it was true though, considering his socks were mismatched.

“whatever. your hair looks terrible, so i don’t know what your talking about.” wilbur said, stopping to turn and look at you.

You got on your tippy toes, attempting to smack wilbur in the back of the head. he easily dodged, and started laughing like crazy.

this is how it always was. wilbur laughing at you, or you laughing at wilbur, or you two laughing at yourselves. everything was always like this, and you never wanted it to change.

ok, maybe you did.

not in a bad way. you just wanted wilbur to love you. not like a friend, like a soulmate. like how you loved him.

the change you wanted was for wilbur to sweep you off your feet. for him to dance with you at night or in the kitchen, and for him to sleep with you peacefully. you’d never told wilbur this, obviously, you didn’t have the guts.

so you were quite surprised when wilbur took your swinging hand and held it.

“I’m not sure that’s the nicest route, is it, darling?” Wilbur whispered in your ear, bending over to do so.

your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched. you didn’t think you could say anything at all, even if you wanted to. but as soon as he did it, wilbur’s hand let go of yours, and his eyes were off of yours aswell. you two walked down the street in silence, barely even breathing.

“You coming to my show tomorrow, right?” wilbur asked, looking at you gently (don’t ask how someone looks at someone else gently-).

“yeah i guess.” you answered, sure that your cheeks were still bright red from the recent encounter. “I thought i would have to work, but my job closed.” you added, halving at wilbur.

“oh shit! really?” wilbur questioned, stopping in his tracks. “That’s terrible, y/n. you need a job?”

“yeah, i guess so.” you said shrugging. “you got something in mind, soot?” you asked, nudging him with your shoulder.

“yup. we need an editor for our music videos.”

“You pay good?” you joked, smirking at wilbur.

“only for you, dear.” wil said, smirking right back at you. that took your cocky smirk right off your face.

why did he have to be so damn good at flirting?

wilbur laughed at your reaction, grabbing onto your shoulder for support. you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated response, and continued down the pavement to the studio.

(wilbur’s POV)

Wilbur glanced at you constantly, even growing up he thought you were pretty. and as he got older, he slowly began to have a crush of you. luckily, his wits and quick thinking aslways saved him from slipping up.

but something about today, he couldn’t stop flirting, and he also couldn’t stop looking. he didn’t know what it was, but no matter what you did that day, seemed perfect to him. when you’d hum a song, or when you’d wave at pedestrians, or even just smiling at one of his jokes seemed amazing to him. you were so perfect.

as you two walked up to the studio, you took a glance at one another as you walked in. wilbur quickly noticed Ash and Mark, who were sitting on small stools, chatting about some idea they had for a music video.

“hey wil.” mark said, grinning at him. “and who are you?” mark asked, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

“i’m y/n.”you answered. “wilbur asked me if he wanted me to be an editor for your music videos.” you said, smiling at wilbur. wilbur smiled back, wishing that he could hug you without his band mates (and you) thinking he was a total freak.

(y/n pov)

I nervously watched the band record, wilbur’s voice ringing through the studio. when everything was done, you helped them pack up, and after a quick goodbye, you and wil were off to do whatever you wanted.

“what’d you think? did we sweep you off your feet?” Wil asked, putting his hand on his head to add to the dramatics.

“oh, for sure. i’ve never been more impressed with a show in my entire life!” You say, smiling at him. “it was great. and definitely good enough for ice cream..” you smirk, glancing at wilbur who’s smiling at you, making your face red with embarrassment.

“Oh was it now? well, since i played so good, i think you should pay.” the brunet taunts, reinginget an eyebrow. “or, we can get lunch and ice cream.”

“someone’s hungry.” you comment, glancing at him.

“yeah, i’m hungry as fuck.”

“maybe if you ask nicer i’ll consider.”

“oh please! your majesty! i’m fucking starved! please!” wilbur mocks, begging with his hands.

“hmm. well, i guess so.. since you asked so nicely.” you smirk slowly turns into a grin as you watch him beam in excitement. “but you’re paying for lunch. i got ice cream.” you say. “Damnit! thought i got away with it.” wil pouts, making your giggle like a school girl.

as you and wil go into the small shop, wil leans down or your level, saying, “i forgot this shop only has shit sandwiches. they do have incredible croissants.” making you chuckle. “somebody’s been here a time or two.” you joke, eyes squinting at the tiny words on the menu. “yeah, thanks for noticing.” wilbur says, smiling.

Wilbur’s Pov

I watched as she ordered her food, with her small smile and quiet voice that she suddenly got when she was in public.

“Thank you!” she said, e/c eyes glowing in the sunlight that shone through the windows. she slowly went to find a table and sat down, glancing at me and giving me a thumbs up, which i return with a chuckle.

After i order, i walked over to the small booth she has picked out for us. “Just a tea?” she questioned, motioning to my lone cup.

“you said i was paying.” i joke, smirking. “i also got a sandwich, don’t worry so much, love.”

“thought you said the sandwiches are shit?” she interrupted my sip of tea.

“they are, but i’m hungry and i don’t really care what i’m eating at this point.”

“huh.”

we sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each others company.

“you’re cute, yknow that?” i say suddenly, words coming out of my mouth before i can think about them. She freezes, eyes wide with shock. or disgust. or anger. or hatred. oh for fucks sake, she hates me. she stares at me for a couple more seconds before she says, “you’re cute t-too, soot.” she stared at her hands for the entirety of the time she said it, but she did. she said it.

“I love you.” she says, eyes still glued to her hands. “I have for a while now. and i know taht we say we love eachother like every night, but i don’t love you like that. i love you like.. fuck. i love you so much i don’t know what to do with my self.” she sputters it all out in one big word jumble. but she said it.

“i love you too. 10 times more than that, too. hell, 20 times.” i say, smiling slightly at her small figure, glancing at me and her hands.

“glad we got that out, soot.”

“me too, love.”

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a/n: SCREAMING CRYINH THROWING UP BC WHY WAS THAT NOT SHIT??? LIKE HELLO?- this was a draft from like, forever ago lol so pretty old but i like it so wtvr

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (i think?)

#on a side note why is he so FINE LIKE DAMN #sbi x reader #dsmp #fluff #wilbur #wilbur soot #ok bye <3

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py6oto · 1 year ago

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working ... please wait

AHA!! you thought it was over. you thought i had moved on. you thought you were safe. you were not. it's still here and it will be lurking in the shadows for as long as i exist

unpixelated ver + extras under cut

boo

ive actually had these sprites done for a good while now. i just kept forgetting to post them. sorry!

look at them!! they're totally friendly please stick your hands through the bars of the enclosure

the way theyd function here is similar to tommy, too. theyre both extremely important in hlvrai as a whole, so id like them both to have an effect. bubby definitely something related to fire. coomer probably the powerleg effect from my previous lore dump post.

id like to mention these NPCs aren't the only representation they get in dream world, of course !! they play a very big role in gordons life right before these dreams, i imagine there's multiple creatures and objects across the worlds that represent more minuscule, careful details about them.

as much as gordon can like or dislike it, a trace of them is everywhere, in every door. even benrey, who he'd admittedly rather forget, is only slightly more difficult to find than anything else. theyre too important to be repressed.

im not sure if darnold and forzen would get their own black and white self (as i like to call it, because .. what else do i call it) since they were .. definitely there, and i love them, but they were both significantly minor appearances.

id say they do pretty memorable stuff though (one of them gives gordon a functioning minigun for an arm and one of them holds a dog hostage which i say is not something id forget personally) so they might not get full on sprites but simpler little guys. i dunno.

dream world concepts are super abstract and fun to play with, but it also makes things very tricky.

aneeways, im leaving this the way it is here because it's four and a half in the morning and if i try to think any longer im going to contract multiple heart diseases. bye!!

2023.08.27

#bright colors #eyestrain #?? i suppose #hlvrai #hlvrai fanart #hlvrai gordon #i think im only going to tag gordon for this one ..#yume nikki #hlvrai x yume nikki au #i STILL dont have a name for it LMAOO #its ok though this is normal #2 of my biggest aus went unnamed for an entire year bc i didnt wanna sit down and think of something #one year.#hlvrai coomer #hlvrai bubby #whoops i forgot theyre also here. disregard my “only gordon” tag

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tobysbliss · 1 year ago

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tickletober day 26- counting

#augtickletober2023

ler!tommy, lee!wilbur

CRIMR BOGS CRIME BOYSX RIME IIYS the GUYS FRIMEBHOYS CRIME BOYS CRIMEBEBIYSEN THE ONLY GUYS EVER CRIME FRIMMR CRIME THE TE BIYS BOYS BOYS ONLY BOYS THE CRIME BOYSE VER

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“Okay, so that is..” Wilbur paused for a moment to start counting the amount of blocks he had placed.

He was playing Minecraft, more specifically a creative world to just build whatever. Tommy sat right next to him so he was on Wilbur’s left, watching, lightheartedly criticizing, and insulting whatever Wilbur did.

“Twenty.. Twenty one… twenty two.. twenty three.. twenty four. There’s twenty four, finally.” Wilbur didn’t bother to double check as he continued placing blocks. He was trying to make a house, built on a 24x24 base. Tommy raised an eyebrow. Wilbur was wrong, he’d only placed twenty-three.

“No, there’s twenty three. Are you an idiot?” Tommy looked over to Wilbur, who very quickly shot him an annoyed glare.

“No, there’s twenty four!” The brunette shot back. Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Do you not know how to count? There are twenty three, look!” Tommy then reached over Wilbur, grabbing the mouse and starting to count the blocks.

“Three, four, fivesixseven… eight…” Tommy went on. Wilbur was incredibly annoyed at the way Tommy stretched over him, and was very vocal about it.

“Will you get off of me-“ “Shut up!” Tommy resumed counting.

“Twenty one.. twenty two.. TWENTY THREE. See! You miscounted, you dumbass!” Tommy sat back down in his seat. “You don’t know how to count.”

“I do know how to count!” Wilbur protested, throwing his arms up in the air in “frustration.” “I just miscounted!”

“Exactly. You can’t count! Do I need to teach you how to count, Will?” Tommy grinned evilly. Wilbur moved his chair back, and then stood up.

“No. Do I have to teach you how to not be annoying for a day?” Wilbur glared at Tommy for a few seconds, and then turned away. This was Tommy’s chance.

Tommy stood up silently, and he tackled Wilbur to the floor. They luckily didn’t hit anything on the way down, but that didn’t stop Wilbur from screeching at the top of his lungs.

“TOMMY! What the fuck!? Get off me!” Wilbur started shoving Tommy, but the teen was quick to grab a strong hold on Wilbur’s wrists. He pinned Wilbur’s hands under his knees so that he could still have both of his hands.

“What are you doing!?” Wilbur’s voice had raised a few octaves.

“Jesus. Interrogate, much? Calm down.” Tommy’s tone was calm, on the contrary of Wilbur’s.

Tommy then placed his hands on Wilbur’s sides, his fingers resting on his bottom ribs. Wilbur’s eyes widened, and his first thought was;

‘Oh, fuck.’

“T- Tommy.. Noho, don’t you dare!” Wilbur began to giggle nervously. He was fully capable of freeing his arms, turning the tables on Tommy and preventing himself from being absolutely wrecked. But he found himself not wanting to.

A feeling of giddiness, anticipation and a bit of excitement rose in him; this was visible by how he smiled alongside the bright pink hue that began to rise in his cheeks. He was embarrassed at his enjoyment of the situation.

“I do dare, though. I said I’d teach you to count, yeah? What better way to do so thann.. to count your ribs?” Tommy grinned evilly, and Wilbur glared at him as best he could.

“Seriously? You’re gonna do that!?” Wilbur scoffed. He knew this game, he’d seen Tommy do it to Ranboo. But he didn’t think he would fall victim to it.

“Yep! Now, let me start.” Tommy moved his fingers up slightly, wiggling his fingers on the spaces between his first two ribs. “One..”

“TohOMMY-“ Wilbur yelped and flinched to the left, though it didn’t do anything to help as Tommy was doing this to both sides of Wilbur’s ribs.

“Don’t move too much, I’ll have to start over!” Tommy chuckled evilly, and moved his fingers up again. “Two…” A little more. “Three… Four…”

Wilbur was giggling like a madman. Tommy was, thankfully, being gentle, otherwise Wilbur would be screaming. He tried not to squirm too much as he didn’t want to mess Tommy up.

“Five… six… seven… You’re doing amazing, Will.” Tommy smiled fondly now as he continued to tickle Wilbur, counting both sets of ribs at once. He’d be done once he reached 12, as each side was even.

“TohOHOMMY! Cohome ohohon, mahAN! Stohop!” Wilbur struggled to keep still, flinching each time Tommy even slightly moved his fingers.

“I’m almost done! Ten.. eleven.. One more, Will~!” Tommy very, very slowly moved his fingers up to Wilbur’s last ribs. He didn’t move his fingers, only rested them there to build up the anticipation. It worked.

“Tohommy! I swear, juhust COUNT THEM!” Wilbur whined, hiding his face against his own arm. Tommy laughed, and finally counted the final two ribs.

“Twelve! Now that times two is twenty four. You get how to count now?” Tommy lightly teased Wilbur for his previous stupidity.

“I gehet it. Are you done now?” Wilbur rolled his eyes. Tommy pretended to think for a moment, before suddenly digging his fingers into the spaces between Wilbur’s ribs.

“Nope!” Tommy laughed as he started to pinch up and down Wilbur’s ribs. He relished in the way his brother shrieked, grinning evilly.

“TohOHOMMY! NOHO! FUHUHUCK!” Wilbur screamed, trying to free his hands from under Tommy’s knees. He inevitably, as the tickles had made him weak.

Tommy didn’t keep up the rough tickles for very long, it was only to briefly mess with his brother. The chance was right there— why not take it?

“You’re a bitch,” Wilbur glared at Tommy as he was finally unpinned.

“I know.” Tommy smiled in response to the glare. Wilbur rolled his eyes with a quiet chuckle.

He knew not to miscount anything around Tommy again.

Or, maybe he should..

#augtickletober2023 #strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #ler!tommy #ler!tommyinnit #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sfw interaction only

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mysticalsoot · 2 years ago

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he said he'd cure your ills (but he did and he always will)

A/N; i wrote this in like an hour which is entirely a record for me lmao. there will be an alt vers posted tomorrow!! i’ll also post an intro and masterlist later!!

TW// manipulation, cheating, swearing, Wilbur is a bitch, it gets worse before it gets better sorry, fluff at the end I promise, partial derealization??, most of it is a nightmare.

Words; 2,004

Pairings; cc!Wilbur x Reader

Pronouns; Not mentioned, one use of y/n

Inspired by; The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Bittersweet angst version here

masterlist

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"Wilbur," You begin, voice trembling and caked in uncertainty, "Don't go. You can't."

"Why can't I? I have free will," Wilbur's tone is sharp like claws that slowly pick at the flesh around your heart, begging to rip it from your chest. And you're sure it will. His arms are flayed out, stretched out on either side of him. The same way they always are when he's angry. "Who's to stop me from leaving your pathetic excuse of a person?"

"You don't mean that.." Your voice gives out at the end, and you back up from him and into the wall. You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to call him names.

Yell at him the way he's been doing to you.

Threaten him in the same ways, only worse and more tortuous than he could ever come up with.

But he's right.

You're pathetic, and so you curl up inside yourself, you freeze, and you die inside. You're rotting from the outside in. You're rotting, and isn't it his fault?

"I mean every word." His words come out slowly, it's calculated, the way he says it. It's like he really does mean to hurt you, that every word is a swing of the sword he's wielded for months. Slowly getting duller as each swing cuts deeper.

First, it was the distance; he stopped being as affectionate in public or at home. He no longer asked for it either, he just let you initiate it as if it was a chore he'd rather forget about for months on end. But you let it go, he was probably just tired!

And then it was the phone calls; his phone would ring and he would leave the room. He always said it was "work" stuff, but you knew the people he worked with and you were even friends with his manager, let alone his bandmates. But you let that slide too. Who knows, maybe it was a secret project! It's not that concerning..

The last straw was your friends. They were his as well, but they were just as much yours as they were his.

They were the ones that caught him. Up until this point you had been willingly oblivious, always pushing the gut feelings and the second thoughts as far away from you as possible and burying them six feet in the ground.

Wilbur was out during the day, he had gone to the beach that day (although he told you he went to the studio), to meet up with them. James was walking past the boardwalk that afternoon and he saw the tall man over by the water, out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was odd given the fact that Wil almost never went to the beach without you. So, he moved to a closer spot and hid far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed by his friend but close enough he could still see. It was deceptive and over the top, yes, but James was always one for theatrics.

He watched as Wilbur had gotten closer to the person he was with, holding their face the same way he watched him hold yours. He smiled at them the same way he smiled at you. But this person, they were the complete opposite of you and it made James' blood boil. He knew that you had no knowledge of this person because if you had known, he would have known. And he was in the dark, so you must be too.

And unfortunately, he was right. He went to the others first, the band, Alex, Tommy, Niki.. He covered all the bases for your closest friends and gathered them all together for dinner and game night at his place. And so, James told them everything, everything he saw or heard; the fact you probably didn't know.

They hatched a plan that night, after discussing all of the details, and their own suspicions. The plan was simple, they would stage an intervention. When worded like that, it sounds as if they pushed you into it. They didn't, the words they used were this; we found something out and we think you should know, but we have to tell you in person; and don't bring Wilbur.

It caught you off guard for sure and it filled your body with buzzing worry and nausea. But it subsided when you had gotten to the agreed apartment (Niki's), only to build again when you saw the expressions on their faces. Ones of grief, guilt, and pain.

They told you everything.

And then you went home (after plenty of comforting until you were semi-stable again), and you told Wilbur. You knew. There was no getting past you anymore. The secret was out.

And now you're here. He's making it out to be your fault and you so desperately want to believe it's not, but his arguments are more compelling and convincing than you thought.

"You, Y/N, have always been a nuisance. You're clingy, and possessive, you talk too much and you never know when to stop. It's always Wilbur this and Wilbur that. You never give me a break. You're overbearing, you're controlling. And I hate every fucking bit of your shit existence!" It hurts so bad to hear every word he says and know that he means it. The ache in your chest feels like a throbbing and if you didn't know better you would've assumed your heart had been ripped out and shredded over and over and over again, the hole in your chest then gushing blood from the half-assed job of heart surgery. All done by the sharpness of Wilbur's words.

God, you wished this was just a dream.

"If I'm such a nuisance, why have you stayed?" You ask, tears burning the skin of your red cheeks. The bags under your eyes are more prominent now than ever, it's the exhaustion from life combined with the stress of...this.

"Because I pitied you," He pauses, eyes narrowing before stepping forward, closer to you, "I never loved you."

You wish this was a dream, it has to be. He's not this cruel, it can't be him.

"What about the promises you made? Did those mean nothing to you?" You're begging him to spare your heart now, to not rip into it in the same way he ripped it from your chest. Your tone simply begs; please spare me, Wilbur, please.

"I never meant a word."

You feel yourself fade from reality, the sight of his anger-ridden red face fades into darkness, your surroundings going with it.

And then your body is frozen. Everything is black and you're crying, you can feel the wetness on your skin, somehow chilling you whilst burning you at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hey.." A soft voice speaks, it's muffled and you can barely make it out, but it's familiar; comforting.

You want to say something but your throat is locked, it's just as frozen as the rest of you, and you can't speak.

"It's okay, it's just a dream." The voice speaks again, and your brain subsides the fog previously inhabiting it and you remember. It's Wil.

Your eyes shoot open, his arms are wrapped around you, your head resting on his shoulder with his chin resting on the top of your head.

You shake your head, "No, no," you sniffle, grabbing onto the t-shirt he slept in, a simple white Los Campesinos! shirt, "it's not okay, it's not okay." The fabric entirely muffles your words on his shoulder but he can hear, he can make it out.

He pulls you closer to him, arms holding you in a tighter grasp. The feeling is warm, fuzzy, and good.

"Love, you're okay. I promise it's not real. This is real, I'm real, you're real." Wilbur rests his cheek against yours, the warmth of his touch enveloping you in a care you'd almost forgotten could exist.

You open your mouth to argue, but find yourself without words yet again, you simply whimper as you cry into his shoulder, soaking it in tears. He traces circles on your back as he whispers to you all of the things you didn't know you needed. He's warm, he's loving, and he's nothing like the nightmare Wilbur.

Moments pass until you've cried all the tears you could, and you pull away from his shoulder to look at him, adjusting yourself to sit in his lap facing him, rather than laying across his lap like before. The circles under his eyes are darker, and his hair, albeit longer than usual, is fluffed up and sticking up in every direction. He looks tired and worn, but his eyes hold the same concern and worry he has whenever you're upset.

He reaches his hands out to you, palms up and hovering in front of you. You take his hands in yours, holding on tightly, hoping and praying this isn't a dream either and you can stay. You desperately hope this is real. You want it to be real.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, head dipping slightly to meet your eye level, he's still taller than you even when sitting.

You weigh the options, if you told him, he would console you most likely. Or something would click and he would act in the same way he did in the nightmare, irritable and cold. Cut off from you. Was the risk worth it?

On the other hand, if you lied or perhaps omitted details, he may move on and the risk of him mimicking that same behavior is tremendously less likely.

You choose to tell him, there's a risk to it but what could it hurt?

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, "You cheated on me." You open your right eye a bit, just enough to gauge his reaction.

He looks to you expectantly, knowing there's more and so he waits patiently. You let go of his hands and move forward towards him again, wrapping your arms around his middle and your face pressing up against his chest. You can hear Wilbur's heartbeat, a pitter-patter against his ribcage.

"It was a long dream. James caught you and he told our friends and then they told me. Everyone else suspected it but didn't want to believe it until they had gotten proof. I didn't know until then. I went home and I told you that I knew and you-" You pause, voice wavering in fear. "You blew up on me. You told me you never loved me and told me all the things you hated about me." A single tear runs down your cheek, and you nuzzle further into him, your hands gripping the back of his shirt. "You said you never meant the promise we made. You didn't mean it."

After you finish, you stay silent, and so does he. His breathing becomes uneven and before you know it, he's crying too. You lift your head up to face him again, your hands rest on his cheeks and you wipe away the tears on his face with your thumbs.

"I would never, ever, do something like that." He mutters, his arms tightening their grip on you, pulling you closer.

You nod, "I know. But it was still scary."

He nods back, and then places a kiss on your forehead, "I'm sorry, Wil." You whisper, your arms leaving his back to wrap around his neck.

"It's not your fault, my love. We all have fucked up nightmares like that from time to time. I promise."

It's a simple promise, a promise that you're not alone and that he too has dealt with similar things. And despite the turmoil of the dream, you're glad you're awake and no longer in that hellish world.

You're home, and home is him.

Wilbur said he'd cure all of your ills, but he did and he always will.

Wilbur is yours and you are his. And you couldn't be happier.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #angst #fluff #dsmp #dsmp wilbur

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by-speaker · 23 days ago

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Hunting someone (ENG. VER.)

prompt by @raven-cincaide-words

Philza, Techno and Tommy had been walking for days, only resting for a couple of hours until they reached the next town, travelling from town, to town, to find contracts, until they reached Karmaland.

It was a small town, near a river and a forest, with beautiful sunflower fields and corn crops. Peculiar cuisine and more peculiar locals, but it was a good place to spend the winter, away from the cold walls of L'Manburg.

“Ah” said Tommy running to the stream, “Fresh water” shouted the teenager bending down to drink.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” said a voice on the other side of the stream, “a little further up, the laundresses do the washing.”

Philza looked up to see the most beautiful man he had ever seen, his hair as black as ebony, his skin as pale as snow, and his eyes as purple as amethysts.

Tommy stopped dead in his tracks inches from the water, Techno, out of habit and caution, gripped the hilt of his sword handle.

“Thank you for the warning,” Philza said, taking Tommy by the shoulder, pulling him close to her side, shielding him from the stranger, “We are travellers, from L'Manburg Do you know where there might be an inn?”

The man smiled at them, “Of course, I know a place. Follow me, the bridge is a few yards further on.” He said pointing to the west, “I'm Missa, Missa Sinfonia, by the way, a pleasure.”

“I'm Philza Minecraft, these are my sons, Technoblade and Tommy Innit.” Philza said, taking Carl by the reins and following the karmalience along the bank of the stream.

Missa laughed, “Aren't you a little young to be a father?” the lad asked.

Philza laughed too, “Well, I say they're my children, but they're more like little pests that have stuck to me along the way.”

Both boys grumbled, “He's not even that young,” Tommy complained.

“He's a decrepit old man, he's even hallucinating now, he actually thinks he has a wife.” Techno said, signalling that Phil was crazy.

Philza rolled her eyes, “I have a wife, she's a goddess, yes, but she's completely real.”

Missa watched them with curiosity and amusement, “An etarian, a piglin, a puppy and a goddess,’ she said to no one in particular, “you'll fit right in Karmaland.”

As they crossed the bridge, Missa led them quickly to a house, it had a stable outside and a sign that read, “El Chiringuito de Juan”, when Missa stopped, the three of them stopped in their tracks.

“Illo!” Missa shouted at the top of his lungs, “I brought you guests!”

From inside emerged a man, wearing a pink shirt, a straw hat, white shorts, sandals, and a cigar between his lips, “Missa, what a good man, come in, come in.”

Night fell over Karmaland, the air thick and heavy with the rustle of the forest. Philza, Techno and Tommy settled into the beach bar, enjoying a decent meal after days on the road. Philza, however, could not get the conversation he had had with Juan, the owner of the inn, about the ‘beast’ that inhabited the nearby woods out of his mind.

“They say it is a demon, a creature that has never been seen, but everyone has felt its presence. The villagers don't even dare to go near its territory. What's more, some don't return,” Juan had warned, his eyes fixed on Philza.

Philza, being a monster hunter, knew that this meant a lucrative contract. If he managed to hunt the beast, he would not only get good pay, but also the respect of the people.

“That wolf from the legends? Is it real?” asked Tommy, excited by the idea of a new adventure.

“Oh sure, kid,” said Illo, releasing the smoke from his cigar, “You guys hunt monsters, right? You should talk to Lolo, he's the mayor, that critter has been buggin‘ us for months.”

That was enough for Philza to decide to go after the beast.

(…)

The man had brought a cub to the entrance of Missa's territory, that cub now belonged to Missa.

Naively, the cub had decided to go after the ‘beast’ on his own. And Missa smiled as he watched the blond walk towards the entrance of his territory. Was the man so careless not to take care of the most precious part of his clan?

The moonlight illuminated the forest, making it seem a little less gloomy, as Tommy moved deeper and deeper into the forest, armed with an iron sword and his bravery, he advanced through the rustling trees. It was clear to Missa that the cub had gone into his forest only to prove to the rest of his team that he was brave.

He vaguely remembered the conversation the cub and his father had had at the inn, how the younger blond was not prepared to hunt on his own.

Missa watched him curiously, his eyes glowing a curious amber colour, his paws touching the earth carefully, following the scent of the pup, a soft scent of sweet apple, innocence and mint, the last scent must have belonged to Philza, and marked him as a member of her pack. Humans were extremely careless with their young, leaving them to roam unprotected in unfamiliar territory. It was a shame, but if Philza wasn't going to take care of the cub, Missa would.

The sound of rustling leaves and a snapping branch alerted the wolf and the pup, who nervously raised his sword even higher.

“Hey bitch,” said the boy, “come out, I'm not afraid of you.”

That was a lie, Missa could smell how nervous the boy was. And well if the boy was going to be so rude, Missa was going to teach him a lesson.

A low, guttural growl echoed through the trees, making the leaves tremble. Tommy spun around, trying to locate the source of the sound, but the echo of the forest made it impossible. Cold sweat was beginning to trickle down his back, and his hand trembled slightly as he held the sword.

Missa moved through the shadows, his paws barely skimming the leaf-covered ground. He was much larger in his wolf form, his night-black fur blending into the darkness of the forest, only his amber eyes shining like beacons in the gloom. He decided to play a little with his prey, after all, pups needed to learn manners.

Another growl, this time closer, right behind Tommy. The boy turned sharply, but found only darkness.

“H-hello?” Tommy's voice didn't sound so brave any more, “Look, you stupid beast, if you don't come out right now, I'll-”

A howl cut through the air, so close that Tommy could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck. He froze in place, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Slowly, very slowly, he turned around.

There, less than a metre away, stood the beast. A gigantic wolf, bigger than any animal Tommy had ever seen, stared at him with eyes that glittered like molten gold. Its fangs, white and sharp as daggers, gleamed in the moonlight.

The sword slipped from Tommy's trembling hands, falling with a thud onto the dry leaves.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered.

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alchemistc · 3 months ago

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2 and 3 for the choose violence ask game

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Buck likes taking it in the ass so much he and Tommy sort of forget that they both have a hole for fucking.

(That's all I've got, they're both vers and they've fucked nasty every way possible, actually, this is a HORRIBLE position you've put me [and Buck and Tommy] in)

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

...this is bait.

imma take it.

(I don't actually have a screenshot of the WORST one bc I was so disgusted I just blocked right away, but this one is up there)

choose violence with me

#i choose violence ask game

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year ago

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Sebastian stan and his wife reader brings their son or daughter to first grade school for the first time. Sebastian got a little emotional his kid is all grown up

My Kid Is Growing Up Too Fast- Sebastian Stan Wife!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Sebastian and Y/N bring their son to their first grade school for the first time and Sebastian tears up in happiness and sadness that his son is growing up

Warnings: angsty, fluff, emotional moments, fluff comfort, soft daddy Sebastian, let me know if I miss anything

-Sebastian’s POV-

Today is the day that Y/N and I bring our son Tommy to first grade and I cannot believe how fast our time went and that he is already gonna be going to grade school but I am so excited to drive him to school with Y/N this morning and I know she’s nervous about leaving him but I know he will have fun and make a lot of friends.

“Alright buddy, do you have everything Tommy?” I asked him and helped him put his small backpack on. Tommy nodded his head and said “yea! I’m ready dad!” I gave him a high five and said “that’s my boy, did you eat breakfast??” He nodded walking to the door and said “yes dad I had a waffle with peanut butter and some fruit.” I smiled and said “oh yum! That sounds delicious Tommy, alright let’s get in the car we gotta get to you to school.”

Y/N got in the car with us and we drove to his school and when we got there I parked the car and I helped him out and Y/N held his hand and said “alright sweetie first day of school, how ya feeling honey??” He shrugged and said “hmm ok I guess are you ok mommy?” She smiled and kissed his head and said “oh honey I just… I can’t believe how fast you are growing up before my eyes.” Tommy hugged his mom and said “love you mommy.” She hugged him and gave him his backpack and said “I love you too baby have fun and make some friends and behave ok?” He nodded and I knelt down by Tommy and said “alright son I’m sure you’ll be the hit of the class you are very smart and a great kid do your best son.”

Y/N and I watched him head inside the school with the other kids and he looked back at us sometimes and we both waved to him and we smiled at him and Y/N blew him a kiss. I looked at Y/N and noticed she was crying and I was trying to not cry but I started to cry and I hugged Y/N and said “baby I miss our son already..” she rubbed my back while hugging me and said “I know Seb but he’ll be ok he’s a tough kid babe.”

I smiled and nodded my head rubbing the back of my neck and said “you’re right Y/N, thank you for having a child honey I love you and our son so much.” She smiled and kissed me and said “oh Sebastian I love you so much and we got very lucky with Tommy.” I nodded my head and kissed her forehead and I looked into her eyes with love and said “very lucky doll, our famieverything I’ve never been so happy, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for our family and I bet Tommy will learn so much.”

-Y/N’s POV-

Later in the afternoon I went to go pick up Tommy from school with Sebastian and he was dressed as Bucky coming from filming and he still had the metal arm on him and Tommy went to go say hi and some kids hung on his arm while he talked with some of the other parents and the moment I saw Tommy come ver to me I went to hug him and said “hi baby!! Oh my goodness I missed you!!” He smiled at me and said “hi mommy!!” We hung out at the park at the school for a bit while Tommy played with a few of the kids and then later I got Tommy strapped in the car and he told Sebastian all about school and when we got home I opened up his backpack and Tommy said “mommy when can we have a pet??” I wondered where that came from and I said “you wanna have a pet huh?” He nodded and said “yea! A dog was at school today and I got to pet it!”

We sat on the couch by Sebastian and I looked at him and signaled him to talk to him and Sebastian shrugged and picked up Tommy to have him sit on his lap and said “well buddy maybe when you’re a bit older, having a dog takes a lot is responsibility and dogs need a lot of love and attention and constant care.” Tommy said “I understand daddy, so maybe when I’m older?” I could tell he was really wanting a dog and I kissed his head and I chuckled softly and I said “we can talk about it alright Tommy?” He smiled and said “alright mom!” Sebastian turned on the tv and had us watch a movie together and Tommy kept telling us how much he loved school and I loved how Tommy was already loving first grade.

Hi darling!! I hope you enjoy this fic 🤗💙🤍xx

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astarfornicks · 11 months ago

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The first and only chapter of a fic i never finished -

This was a long time ago and I haven’t written in ages |

When I stepped outside that night, the air carried a hint of rebellion and a taste of freedom that lingered on my tongue. I was begging for a night away—away from my brothers and their square rules. I dig running away. I really do. The nights I'm sleepless or the nights I'm sleepy; it doesn’t matter. It feels the same nonetheless.

“Hey, Dallas.” I said, “Toss me a weed, will you?”

Dallas always hung around the park those days. Probably because I was there about every night.

He sat under the same tree every time, too. It was a routine.

“Ver, man, go home. It’s about the hundredth damn time you’ve been out here. You got people waiting for you on the other side.” Dallas huffed.

“I never heard anybody but me say they liked it on the East side. Not even y’all. It’s like my break, Dal. It’s rough. Everywhere. Not as good as you’d think in the West.” I uttered. “I think it’s time you start believing me when I say I like it here.”

After an eternity, Dallas caved and passed me a smoke. These nights were only two things: disgusting and freeing. Say to tell the two things apart now, and I wouldn’t know what to tell you.

I continued, “It’s almost six. Have you been here this entire time?”

“Got a few minutes of sleep on that very bench you’re on. Damn raccoons can’t keep their hands off me, man.”

I took a puff, chuckling a bit. Dallas was the man. People knew him all over town, and he sure was what he lived up to. Rowdy, criminal, and last of all, charming.

“Now, you better get back, Ronnie. West side is gonna freak when they find out you’re not there, man. Even worse, if you’re here.” Dallas said, “You got school, too.”

“And how come you don’t?” I spat back.

“Hey, you know.”

“Right, you don’t wanna go, is that it? And I'm stuck there.” I said, lifting, then dropping my arm in defeat.

Dallas chuckled, “You don’t wanna be like me, trust me. Now get!”

I laughed, smiling afterwards and turning my back. “Alright, alright, Dallas. I’m going.” Flinging the cigarette behind me, I asked him one more thing.

“Tomorrow, here, late?”

“You’re really something, Ver. See you.”

That meant yes.

I walked back to the West side in the early sun, hoping that the mere shadows of the trees would hide me from the eyes of anyone passing or watching me from some window.

I thought back to Dallas Winston. Before I got to know him, he was just some no-good hoodlum, a real greaser in my eyes. He was no better than any other criminal I’d seen. But as I spent more time with him, I realized there was more to Dallas than met the eye. He had that wild and rebellious spirit, always up to some mischief or another. His past ran deep in him. In some way that I didn’t want to admit, I also admired him in some sort of sense. Sharp and cool; who wouldn’t?

Still half lost in thought, I snuck into my bedroom window through a tree. As I could finally sit on my plush bed, I thought about my future long and hard. I was a girl with all the breaks. Money in the bank, top grades in school, what more could a gal like me ask for? It seemed like my destiny was carved in stone, clear as day for all to see.

I still had my cigarette in my hand and was itching for a smoke. Stepping away, sticking my head out my bedroom window, I took a slow, thoughtful drag from my cigarette. It was a tough life in this town. I had friends, some enemies, some people I loved more than anything.

No one more than Tommy, though. Tommy was my kid brother, only one year younger than me but a whole lot smarter. Both socially and academically, I’d say. He was there for me always, through thick and thin. He was fun, serious mostly, but fun. Tommy kind of grounded me like that—telling me what to do and how to do it, where to go and who to be with. It's just what he’d do, worrying about me and all that stuff. Things that I didn’t usually do on my own.

I had one older brother, but he was busy at college and I only got to see him during breaks. He was the rowdy kind, almost like me—nothing like Tommy—but I never got along with him as well. Opposites attract, people say. I didn’t care about that sort of stuff until Tommy started yapping on about it. Then I believed it, cause that was one of the only times I’d listened.

I closed my eyes and imagined a life; a life that was perfect and the one that was expected of me. It was nice, no doubt about it. I would’ve never got out of my thoughts if I didn’t hear someone holler my name from the street.

“Ver! Veronica!” I heard, with a waving Sherri looking straight at me. I hid my weed, wishing more than anything she hadn’t seen it. I was ashamed of my habit, just ‘cause I was raised not to do stuff like that.

“Hi, Cherry.” I said back, cracking a smile. Cherry was one of my good girl-friends, one I could really talk to sometimes when I needed an ear. She got the types of things I said for the most part—the things about life being tough and the real things out there in the world.

She squinted at me and smiled for a second before walking away. It was finally about time I started to walk to my bathroom to get ready. I curled my hair, did my makeup, and I was off to school—one place I dreaded like a prisoner facing his cell.

………………………..

I sat bothered and bored for most of the school day. Sure, I got good grades, but I didn’t do anything other than what they asked of me. Besides, if my grades slipped, I’d probably die from my parents before anything ever got to me. And I really wasn’t itching to experience any of that. Not one bit.

I stepped out of school with my other girl-friends, which included Cherry and a few other girls. Cherry and I ran tight, even in a crowd. I had my arm around her and she was leaning her head on my shoulder as we walked. She must’ve been real worn.

“Cherry, how would you like to catch a movie with me later?” I asked her.

“Oh, Ver, I’m not sure. I’ve got a whole lot of homework and you know how my parents are. They’re always complainin’ and I can’t stand it anymore.” She went on and on about her parents, as she always did. They were nothing but difficult people, the sort that grated on your nerves and had no business raising children.

“I’ll do it for you, Cherry. It’s time for you to get out. You could use some time out of there. Nothing big.”

“No, no, Ver. I ought to do it myself—really. I’ll ask my parents, too. It’s a Friday anyways.”

I nodded as I hugged her and watched her walk to her car. She was real pretty, a head-turner, a chick that had all the boys trailing behind her. And I would’ve said I was happy for her if I didn’t know she was dating Bob: some stuck up, deranged boy who jumped innocent kids and didn’t even care. I remember how disappointed I was the day she told me about him. I knew his type, his gang, and the kids he beat on.

I strolled towards the back of the school, where I always parked my car. It was a real nice red Thunderbird. My parents got it for me for my 16th birthday, and I’d treasured it ever since.

The moment I was about to drive off, I caught a few footsteps running behind me.

“Hey, baby. Nice car you got there,” the voice called out, dripping with a mischievous charm that I recognized all too well. When you’re all on your lonesome and have nothing to do, you can talk to Dallas—sometimes. Problems start when anything’s different. I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of him leaning casually against my car, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

“Bye, Dallas.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“No good Soc.” I heard him mutter. Every time I thought he got past the fact, I was proven wrong.

I drove off, more upset and irritated by the situation than I wanted to be. Dallas Winston was a wild spirit, untamed and unapologetic. The world was his playground, and he played by his own rules. There was something about his reckless abandon, a charm that even I couldn't deny, that pulled me in.

I remembered the first time I met him. Coincidentally, it was also the first time I’d snuck out— and what I thought would’ve been my last. That time, I didn’t travel anywhere off of my turf. It was really Dallas who was out of his territory, trying to vandalize some guy’s car. I sat on our park’s bench; the one on the West side, I mean. Dallas was no one I cared about. He was a nobody to me, a hoodlum, and I would’ve had no idea I’d ever run into him. Hell, I really didn’t even know what he looked like.

Not until I’d been startled by some loud ruckus nearby. It should’ve been my cue to leave, but I don’t listen— not to anyone, not to myself, either. He’d been beaten. I could recall it vividly—the bruises on his face, the casual ease with which he settled down beside me. He asked for a smoke; in return, I had asked him what happened. I sure wished I was spared the details. Boy, were they gruesome.

When he got up, I posed him one last question: his name.

“Dallas. Dallas Winston.”

I sat there, dumbfounded and stunned, like I had just seen a ghost. I felt a surprising mix of curiosity and caution about him from that point on. Some things about Dallas I knew— I didn’t know a lot, but he always striked me as someone that no one really knew anything about. He had a rough past, grew up in New York, first had gotten arrested at ten; I heard that from talking to him. I also knew Dallas Winston always got what he wanted— everyone knew that.

#dally winston #dallas winston #matt dillon #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #cherry valance #johnny cade #fluff #steve randle #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #darry curtis #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x y/n

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louscurls · 2 months ago

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as requested by @bidisasterevankinard #op hear me out #first gif but add this meme with 'what is 🥺 I don't speak bottom '

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lmanblog · 4 months ago

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HELLOO HELLO PEOPLE OF THE L’MANBLOG!!!

It’s I, Tubbo tub Tubbo :D being forced to do an intro.. sighhhhh.. (stares at you Tommy.)

I’m Tubbo!! Well, a ficition kin of C!Tubbo, you can also call me Bee if you’d like ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

I’m probably the one most open to asks, so PLEASE ASK.. I’m funny I pinky swear!! (I also want to talk to new people…)

Bodily 15!

I myself will probably only be responding to people between a 13-23 yr old age group, as I’m uncomfy interacting with people older/younger on the internet

I go by She/They ..(and if you wanna use neo’s) Star/Fluff

FANDOMS???

Murder drones

Pokémon

Madoka Magica

Genshin

Hilda

Law and Order (SVU)

Creepypasta

DSMP.. 😨😨

Steven universe (Cartoon network shows in general)

UNDERTALE + AU’s (biggest HYPERFIXTION EVER..)

Project SEKAI

FNAF game series

Omori

Aggrestuko

Yaelokre

Yan sim..

And uhhhh…

It’s 3am I can’t remember anything else right now

OH YEAH KIRBY

Fucking love kirby

And HTTYD

Demon slayer

YAY OKAY.. I forgot like half but that’s okay because Tubbo is tired and they should probably go to bed! (I’m not going to)

ALSO KIN LIST.. SO FAR THAT I CAN REMEMBER.

Dream (Dreamtale au)

Lumine (Genshin, traveller ver.)

Freminet (Genshin)

Ganyu (Genshin)

Madoka (Madoka Magica)

Mari (Omori)

Tubbo (DSMP)

Fundy (DSMP)

Uzi (murder drones)

Dust/Bunny (Dust!Tale, I like the name bunny. Haha, dust bunny. Puns)

Espeon (Pokémon)

Pearl (Steven universe )

Nene (Project Sekai)

Saki (Project sekai)

Kagemine Rin (Vocaloid)

Sally (Creepypasta)

Clementine (Yaelokre)

I’m tired gys

Uhh

I’ll fix this later. ….. or neve… ITS 3AM HOY FUCK

ANYWAYS.

Along with answering most of the ask’s.. I’ll do stimboards, kinhelp.. song reco’s too if you guys want em :3

Basically whatevers..

im also Aussie. Fear me. I’m on my hands to crawl to you upside down!!

Giggles

Tommy loves me (gay)

#mod tubbo #canon lore

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vactiontown · 1 year ago

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copiando a amiguinha, vou deixar aqui todos meus chars disponíveis e algumas prompts pra iniciar starter ou connections.

pra não ficar tão padrão vou tentar colocar nossos chars em situações diferentes, caso não feche com o seu char pode me avisar e eu mudo!

se prefere que seu char tenha dito a prompt, só colocar no comentário.

alguns chars tem bio se quiserem ver antes, o link está no nome!

based on this.

based on this. (cnn ou plot)

❛ quick ! this way , before they see you . ❜

❛ i’ll still be here when you wake up , i promise . ❜

❛ none of this would have happened if you’d just listened to me ! ❜

❛ you don’t have to hold my hand , you know . ❜

❛ you should have thought about that before you engaged in a fight . ❜

❛ stay with me . just for tonight . ❜

❛ you know … you’re really cute for someone with such a terrible personality . ❜

“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”

“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.” (cnn)

“ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ”

“ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ”

“ want to make out? ”

“ you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’ yeah you did. like it or not, i know exactly who you are. ” (cnn)

“ i’m not angry at you. i’m angry with myself for trusting you. ”

“ stop pushing me away. i’m not going anywhere, asshole. and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours, the better. ” (cnn)

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. (especificar quem)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight. (especificar quem)

“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”

“stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!”

“listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.”

based on this.

“Geez you feel so cold. Let me warm you up.”

“It’s too early to get up. Let’s stay a little longer.”

“You fell asleep right on my shoulder. Haha, no, no don’t feel bad. I thought it was rather cute.”

❝ will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean— i feel safe when you’re there. ❞

❝ i thought you went home after i went to bed. you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on. ❞

❝ it’s late, you might as well just stay here. ❞

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trenchcoatsbi · 4 months ago

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this is 🦁🏔️ anon, answering the ask game!! hopefully it doesn't get too long

Share your memories!

Where we live now, there isn't any snow or a big temperature change during the winter, but in my source it SNOWED. SO MUCH. And I remember hitching car rides home from the station with some of my coworkers/partners and hopping in the back seat to turn on the heater... And I miss everyone from the station. No one was perfect and we all kinda got caught up in some crappy stuff but I miss the friendships I had. Also I think a lot of us miss snow in general. - raoir

Is there any foods from your source that you can't have anymore/miss? (Big Q asks for your favourite ice cream flavors)

nope! I think for most of us, everything we liked in source is here. also I LOVE chocolate peanut butter ice cream. dick likes vanilla or pecan stuff, luke likes chocolate, redd likes birthday cake, and ronan likes peanut butter (he is so dog-coded /j) - fritz

What was/is your favorite thing about Minecraft? (If youre from an MC-based source.)

none of us are sourced from minecraft stuff but i really like the farming. like i LOVE farming. start up a server with us on it and there will be a huge wheat farm in no time. i think that ties back to how in both my sources i was raised on a farm??? i'm only making that connection now lmao - macdon

Who do you miss the most?

I miss my partners. Things got really bad in source, and I lost one of them and never got to apologize to the other. I wish I could see them again and make everything right. - raoir

i miss my girlfreind,,,,, so much,,, where is she /silly - redd

i miss my kids!!! my little troublemakers !! i need someone (NOT my husband) to cringe at my dad jokes /j - ro

What’s the best thing about being kin/an alter for you?

i love that we're like a big family. granted that doesn't mean we don't get on each other's nerves a lot lmao. but it's nice to never be alone. there's almost always someone looking over your shoulder or idly chatting with you, and it's really comforting. - m

same as above. also i love buying things i know someone else will like and saving it for them. (our etsy favourite list is a mess LMAO) - ronan

If you could swap your kins/who you’re based off, would you?

uhhhh technically i would. but i would switch my source to like. the version of me that actually ended up introjecting? if that makes sense? because Canon Me is a NIGHTMARE. he's a creep. but i literally only have two things in common with the guy. i look like him and we both played baseball in college. lmao. (also i literally just realized that i was falling back on. old habits in those other asks i sent. source's name is luc. i tried changing my name to luke. aaaugh. fuk /silly) - luke

What’s your favorite music? Additionally, do any songs help you get into shift/front?

completely breezing past the first question sorry fdhgkldfj. gonna dump some of our front trigger songs here (i'm always around so this isn't applicable to me lmao). come get some free music recs /silly - m

TC: BUTCHER VANITY - pann ver. (by pann) (TW: gore/cannibalism)

Dick: Inertia (by AJR) (both the normal and acoustic versions!)

Fion: Lavender Forever (by Jake Wesley Rogers)

Redd: Transylvania Mania (from Young Frankenstein)

Fritz: HEAVEN SAYS. (by chart)

Galloway: Sleeping in the Kitchen (by Madilyn Mei & Addison Grace)

Luke: Literal Monster (from Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Macdon: Eat Your Young (by Hozier)

Raoir: 25 or 6 to 4 (by Chicago)

Ro: Shivers (by Ed Sheeran)

Ronan: it boy (by bbno$)

Tommy: The Lotto (by Ingrid Michaelson & AJR)

WOW that was a lot lmao. uhhhh (youtuber voice) if you reached the end, drink some water, stay hydrated, take a stretch break if you can (writing this from our shrimp artist position,,, oough. spine.)

also we saw people talking about pokemon and our favourite pokemon is skarmory!! it used to be another pokemon but then we did a shiny hunt for skarmory in ORAS and it took like 600+ encounters. we named it macduff after the shakespeare guy lmao.

- 🦁🏔️ [several of us lmao]

EATS UP THE MUSIC REQS

also skarmory! i dont see much skarmory love around, thats awesome! they suit you guys :3 /pos

also.... snrk..... the name dick... /T /SILLY

#tom posts #🦁⛰️ anon #ask game #ty for the answers!#these are all really nice to read /gen #its fun to see how diff everyone is!

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mysticalsoot · 2 years ago

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he said he'd cure your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will)

A/N: this one didn't end as sad as I intended. this was supposed to be entirely angst but I got distracted. i also can't stand to villianize Wilbur for too long before wanting to cry so yeah. it's not entirely angst, but still majorly angsty! if anyone wants a seperate one to continue this vers or the other, just lmk! I will happily write it.

TW// cheating mentions, swearing, mild manipulation, Wilbur is an asshole and honestly you shouldn't forgive someone who cheats BUT this is fiction and I am a sucker for Wilbur so that's a fault of me, mostly entirely angst, bittersweet ending, heights ummm I think that's it??

Words: 2.7k

Pairings: Cc!Wilbur x Reader

Pronouns: not mentioned, a few uses of y/n

Inspired by; The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Fluff version here

masterlist

"Wilbur," You begin, voice trembling and caked in uncertainty, "Don't go. You can't."

"You don't mean that.." Your voice gives out at the end, and you back up from him and into the wall. You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to call him names.

Yell at him the way he's been doing to you.

Threaten him in the same ways, only worse and more tortuous than he could ever come up with.

But he's right.

You're pathetic, and so you curl up inside yourself, you freeze, and you die inside. You're rotting from the outside in. You're rotting, and isn't it his fault?

The last straw was your friends. They were his as well, but they were just as much yours as they were his.

They told you everything.

And then you went home (after plenty of comforting until you were semi-stable again), and you told Wilbur. You knew. There was no getting past you anymore. The secret was out.

And now you're here. He's making it out to be your fault and you so desperately want to believe it's not, but his arguments are more compelling and convincing than you thought.

God, you wished this was just a dream.

"Because I pitied you," He pauses, eyes narrowing before stepping forward, closer to you, "I never loved you."

You wish this was a dream, it has to be. He's not this cruel, it can't be him.

"I never meant a word." He’s stern in the way he speaks, sure to lace his words with venomous hatred. "How do you not understand? I don't like you, nobody likes you. You are nothing to me." The words slice right through you, clean and quick which doesn't help the pain of his words any. It merely worsens it, how can someone who's told you he loves you, be so cruel? What did you do to deserve this?

"How can you not understand how your actions affect people, huh? What? Did you skip basic etiquette in school? Or are you just that much of an asshole?" You spit back, your anger now overruling any anxiety you hold in your body, the grief is now anger, and its an out of control flame.

“Well, I'm fucking sorry for trying to spare your emotions!"

"Oh wow, you care so much about me. Fuck you, William." He's stepped back and you can tell he's eyeing the door, planning his escape from the burning words that leave your lips. "You, are a poor excuse for a man..and a friend."

"If you can't take what you dish, leave." You let all emotion drain from your voice, and you stand tall. His mouth opens, anticipating to speak but nothing happens. He simply groans and walks out the front door.

And then he's gone.

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You had spent the next year wishing you would eventually wake from the nightmare you lived. It never happened, you split off from Wilbur and hadn't heard from him since. And to help, you moved away from Brighton to London, and made sure to avoid any of his band's gigs. You still kept in contact with your friends, they always checked in and they would visit whenever they were in town. James stayed the closest, it seemed he had the most sympathy for you. They all did, but his extended further than the rest. You couldn't understand why.

He would stay at yours for a few days at a time, instead of the hour visits the rest would do. You enjoyed his company, and his kindness never failed to make you smile. It was nice to know someone had your back, even if your life prior to your move became so turbulent.

You never found out who the other person was, you didn't really care either. I mean for the most part you were perfectly okay with just not knowing, but you are human so a part of you was just a little bit curious. But you didn't waste your time looking, you simply let the theories run wild in your mind, never seeking the truth. It spared your heart, never looking.

You had run through the possibilities of how you could find out, but you really did not expect to find out when you went back to Brighton to visit family. You didn't want to go back by any means, it hurt too much, made your chest ache where his words had clawed out the flesh and your heart in one go. But you went, it hurt, but you went.

You were window shopping for the day, passing by the shops near the beach, and then you saw the spot James told you he found them. It was by the old tattered pier, by one of the poles.

You stopped there, and stared. It wasn't the most polite, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. Who cared if you clogged walking traffic for a moment or two?

You wondered what she had that you didn't, was it her looks? Was she smarter than you? Did she annoy him less, pay more attention to him? You couldn't quite figure it out, all you knew was thinking of the two of them shamelessly gush over each other in public, turned your stomach round and round like a carousel. You wanted to puke.

This is what hell is, isn't it? Your own mind torturing yourself with what ifs and ideas of what could have been. Or what you did wrong.

You went to walk away, move on with your life yet again, and you did but you quickly ran into another person.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going.” The words slur together into a single string of sound, and you quickly walk past them and down the sidewalk before even catching a glimpse of them.

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Unfortunately that isn't the last you saw of Wilbur and his new partner. This time there was a more personal interaction. Tommy had invited you out for a vlog he was filming, you hadn't been a guest in his vlogs lately and he “missed your humor”. What he forgot to mention was that Wilbur was invited too, although Tommy apologized profusely and told you he forgot he even asked his brother in the first place. You didn't mind it much, I mean it wasn't like you would get up and leave Tommy's vlog over something as petty as being around your ex. Even despite how shitty Wilbur was in the end.

For the most part you were able to avoid the man quite well. He was an hour late to Phil's place before leaving. Thankfully Phil let you take shotgun and once you four arrived at the agreed theme park you could easily hide away next to Phil as the two boys annoyed the shit out of each other. Tommy humming an able sisters song was involved. He got hit in the head. Phil did a lot of scolding during the drive.

Your plan worked out decently until it came down to the last ride, Tommy begged you to ride it with him and Wilbur-- he knew you had gone on it before and that you didn't find it very scary so you riding it with a terrified Wilbur seemed pretty comedic to Tom. You sitting there with a blank face while Wilbur and Tommy most likely screamed their heads off did seem quite entertaining to the kid.

You went in line first, ahead of the boys. Phil stayed behind holding everyones stuff that they couldn't take with them but Tommy managed to keep his camera to film. He was going between you and Wilbur and sticking it in either of you guys’ faces, trying to get the funny angles he loved to throw in.

“Tommy, what is it with you and putting cameras in your friends’ faces?” You cross your arms, a mischievous smile paintined on your features. The line ahead is a good amount of people long so you had plenty of time to goof around.

“It's funny!” Tommy lets out his usual wheeze like laugh and puts his camera away for now.

“You just like annoying us,” Wilbur adds, playfully rolling his eyes while he, himself smiles.

“Maybe!” Tommy stretches out the word and scoots to stand in front of you in the line, the people in front of you still not yet moving.

It took a good twenty minutes before the three of you were able to finally get through the line and into the ride, and once you did, you could see the anxiety fill both Tommy and Wilbur simply by how their faces went pale.

“You two okay?” Your gaze switches from Wilbur to Tommy and back to Tommy again.

“I’m fine.” Wilbur states, his voice wavering in an unsure manner you hadn't heard from him in ages.

“Tommy?”

“Also okay! As fine as ever!” Tommy’s back stiffens and he pulls out his camera to take some shots before the ride starts.

He doesn't get more than a few words in before the coaster car speeds up the incline ahead.

Both boys nervously laugh just before coaster speeds down, and they scream. You simply laugh in amusement as their faces churn into a fearful expression.

The pattern repeats throughout the rest of the ride, Wilbur and Tommy laughing and then screaming while you watch the two lose their minds. The boys' screams would get louder and more terrified whenever a twist would go upside down, or when the incline went straight down.

"Soo, how was it boys?" You tease the two of them, nudging both of them in the sides.

Wilbur's eyes go wide and he looks down to meet your eyes, "I never feared heights more." He earns a laugh from you and something twists in his gut, it's not a bad feeling, but he can't pinpoint what feeling it is.

You look to Tommy, "I can't believe this was my idea." A shiver runs down his spine and he shakes, and then runs to Phil the moment he comes into view. There Phil stands, bags and cameras, water bottles and candy in hand, holding his kids' stuff in true dad fashion.

Phil then hands out everyone's stuff to each respective person and he too asks how it was.

"Meh." is your answer.

"Terrifying." is Wilbur's answer.

"I've never regretted something more." is Tommy's answer.

Phil just laughs at everyone's answer, patting his son's on the back, before ruffling up your hair. His signs of affection.

"Hey, Wilbur- Y/n?" Phil's voice breaks his string of laughter, his smile still evident.

You both hum in response, both looking to him like little kids awaiting instructions.

"Can you two go take this extra stuff to the car while Tommy and I get stuff set up for the arcade?" The request is simple, and he doesn't mean any harm. But both you and Wil are anxious about this, surely silence will fill the air when the two of you are alone, but there's a voice in the back of your head that says it won't be as quiet.

Yet, the two of you agree and various bags and candy is stuffed in you guys' arms. Phil hands the keys to you, and Wilbur whines to him about how he's the most responsible one but Phil just laughs and shrugs it off.

You're a few feet away from the other two, "So, how's your year been?" Your question shatters the silence like a glass plate on concrete. It's abrupt, and it spooks Wilbur for a moment.

"Kinda shit, I guess." He shrugs and his voice is low and unsure and his eyes are fixated on the stone pathway beneath you.

"How's that girlfriend of yours?" You spare a glance back at him, since he's fallen behind you a bit. He sucks in a breath, body tensing.

"I'm not with her anymore." Wilbur's eyes gaze downwards, refusing to look at you. A part of you is sad for him, but another part of you is..happy? The feelings and thoughts are confusing, the conflicting ideas being entirely new to you.

"Oh." You don't say much more, instead you just let the silence take over for the rest of the walk.

It's only a few minutes before you're scrambling to unlock the car, and you haphazardly open the trunk, doing your best to not drop anything while you open it with your left hand.

"I'm sorry." Wilbur mumbles to you as he puts the last bag he was holding in the trunk.

"You are?" You ask, leaning up against the back of the car after you shut it closed. Your head tilts to the side as you look at him and you cross your arms over your chest. He doesn't look to you.

"Yeah," He nods, and then he swallows nervously.

"What you did wasn't right. You should've communicated with me, Wil." You stand up straight, arms falling to either side of you and you take a couple steps towards him.

He doesn't look up, "Man, do I know that."

You reach up to hold his face, to bring his gaze to meet yours. "You should have told me what was wrong, whatever was wrong. You still haven't told me."

"There was..a lot. I don't think you'd want to hear it all right now. In a fucking theme park parking lot at that." A small laugh leaves his chest and you smile slightly at the action.

"Maybe not today, but someday?"

"Yeah, yeah, someday."

The two of you leave it at that, and head back to meet Phil and Tommy. The four of you spend the rest of your day without cameras or arguments, you simply hang out and eat stupid amounts of candy and play every game in the arcade with the only goal of beating the high scores until you started to get tired. You were sitting at a nearby table, next to Wilbur with your head against his shoulder.

"Could we ever make up?" He cautiously lets an arm rest over your shoulders, you graciously take the touch, reaching your left hand up to intertwine your fingers with his.

"Maybe." You yawn, "Just maybe."

So you nuzzle further into him, and he sighs. He's happy, you're happy, even if the day was bittersweet, there's still hope.

He wasn't a bad person, just a person who did a really shit thing.

tags; @at0micc0la (since you reblogged the first vers lmao)

#wilbur soot x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #phil tommy and wilbur are related #im a sucker for sbi ok #angst angst angsty angst #merrily merrily we cry

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