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Do you guys ever think about Steve Rogers finding a tiny being held captive by some fucked up scientists and is oh so gentle and careful with them

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the part 2 comes out on my birthday june 4th it’s kinda funny :3 anyways hope you have a good day i love your work

ABATEOTW species swap AU Part 2

Happy birthday Anon! 🎉🥳🎊

Word Count: 2700ish words

Part 1 here / Main story here!

What if Briar was a human (named Bruno), while Jace and Layla were borrowers (named Juniper and Lilac)?

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A week or so passed, the tension in the abandoned house seemed to lessen a little. 

The relationship between Bruno and the borrowers was strained, but cordal. Bruno and Juniper would acknowledge each other's presence in passing, and they just went about their business. 

The bean even kept his promise of not talking to Lilac, much to her annoyance. If he ever saw the girl around, and she tried to call the giant over, he would wave politely and leave the room. She started pouting recently and complaining to her brother, saying he wasn’t their dad and he had no right to make the bean promise not to talk to her. Or something like that, Juniper largely tried to tune her out. Though that was easier said than done.

Bruno tried to be extra nice to the kids. He even offered more concha (sweet bread) to Juniper, which thoroughly seemed to piss the kid off.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting food myself, you insensitive bean,” the boy would say. It seemed this borrowing business was a matter of pride for the kid and so Bruno immediately dropped the subject. 

Bruno still noticed his food and things going missing, but it didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. He didn’t mind sharing his food, it’s not like the kids ate much, it just bothered him they never asked. He would have given the food any way. It’s just a matter of principle. They just stole from under his nose, or “Borrowed” if you asked Juniper.

One day Bruno ‘accidentally’ left his snack bag in an easily accessible place for Juniper to ‘borrow’ from. The level of irony that came with that name was not lost on the bean, but he chose to ignore it. 

It didn’t take long for Buno to realize it was just the two borrowers in the house, which felt odd to him. Lilac couldn’t be older than six and the boy looked like a preteen. Where were their parents? No matter how much he wanted to ask, he knew Juniper would be pissed at the bean inquiring and sticking his (giant) nose in places it didn’t belong. 

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Two weeks ago, Bruno was in such a rush to hide in the abandoned house, that the fact that there was a car in the garage barely registered in his mind. It wasn’t until a week later that he finally pieced this together in his scrambled mind. He would have noticed sooner if he wasn’t so preoccupied by running for his life from monsters and the discovery of two tiny children living here in the house. 

The previous tenants of the house had apparently left in such a rush that the key to the car was still hanging in the garage. Whoever they were, they were most likely dead, so if no one was going to use the car, it just might be Bruno’s ticket home. 

Just as the world started to fall apart, Bruno had received a call from his twin sister, telling him that she and her family were going into hiding outside Laredo, and to come find them. That was the last thing he heard from them.

Bruno had accepted most of the human population had died, but he held out hope his family was still out there and he was determined to find them. Even without the whole apocalyptic world, they were still separated by nearly 900 miles. An almost impossible feat to travel by foot, so this car was a perfect alternative. It would get him a good portion of the way there. Then he could find another car or something, he just had to find them.

It was an old 1970's truck.

Who ever had lived here before clearly loved this thing, because it was still in almost working condition, with a full tank of gas. Bruno just had to make a few adjustments under the hood and undercarriage. 

So here he was, stretched out on his back under the truck, with the various tools scattered on the concrete. He had to manually open the garage to get light since electricity was one of the first things to go when society collapsed. 

Bruno’s hands moved with practiced care. Memories of another life flashed before his eyes, guiding his fingers as he tightened as he checked for damages or inconsistencies. In his youth, Bruno had helped his Pa fix up old cars. They practically rebuilt most of them from scratch. That was how he and his Pa bonded, fixing up busted up cars and making them like new. His Pa was a mechanic by trade, it paid most bills, but the man started fixing older sports cars as an extra source of income. 

Feeding their ever growing family was hard, Bruno even got a job as a farm hand at 13 to help keep food on the table. He had to lie about his age too, saying he was 15. His boss probably knew he was lying, but they needed the extra help. That’s also where Bruno learned about plant cultivation, farming, hunting, catching, skinning or growing his own food. For the longest time that didn’t seem like useful knowledge to a man who eventually lived in big cities. But here at the end of the world, this knowledge might just mean life or death. 

Bruno was lost in his own little world, fixing the car. He felt more at ease than he had in a long, long time. 

“What are you doing?”

A soft voice startled Bruno so badly that he tried to wuickly sit up and promptly smacked his head on solid metal and punctuated the metallic thud with a strained “Ack!” Bruno dropped the wrench to his side and held his forehead, rubbing the growing bump. A slew of spanish curses almost made its way out of his mouth if he didn’t bite his tongue first.

Bruno looked to his left, for the source of the voice, and there stood the little borrower boy. He was standing under the car, just out of arm's reach of the bean. 

“What the– Juniper?! What are you doing out here?”

“Trying to see what’s all the racket.” The kid huffed, “And I asked you first.” 

Juniper had been disturbed from taking— borrowing food by a constant, annoying metal clanging sounds for the past hour. It was driving him nuts not knowing where it was coming from. Juniper even tried yelling for the bean, Bruno, who didn’t answer. Curiosity and irritation lead the boy out through the wall entrance to the garage, he normally only came here when looking to borrow tools or screws. 

There, he saw a pair of titanic legs and giant boots sticking out from under the metal monster. To Juniper, this behavior was beyond bizarre. He didn’t know much about what the metal thing was, he knew the old beans of the house would crawl inside of its body and it would roar to life, leaving nothing but a cloud of horrible smelling hot air in its wake. Juniper didn’t understand why beans would need such a creature to get around, they already towered over everything, he figured with those skyscraper legs, they could get anywhere by walking. How far did beans need to get to anyway?

Juniper didn’t know much about this metal monster. But he knew it only awoke when the beans were inside it. So it would remain asleep for now. The only real, immediate danger was the bean before him.

The pain in Bruno’s forehead finally stopped throbbing. He looked back up at what he was adjusting, “I‘m checking that there’s no leakage down here, fuel or coolant, things like that.”

“What?” Juniper looked up to where Bruno was gesturing, but couldn’t decipher anything under the mess of pipes and metal work. It just looked like a bunch of bean made rubbish to him, “Why?”

“I’m trying to make sure this thing still works.”

“Why?”

“Well,” Bruno picked up his wrench again and got back to work, “Once I get this car up and running, I’m riding this baby out of here.” He ended that sentence with a grunt as he finally finished tightening the rusted bolt he’d been fighting with. He put the wrench down with a satisfied sigh and looked back over to where the borrower stood.

Juniper was looking away. That was a first. Normally when Juniper was in the same room as Bruno, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the giant man, glaring at him to make sure he didn’t do anything nasty to either borrower.

Instead, Juniper stared over the bean, past the car, to outside the open garage door. A nice breeze blew through the room, but the boy shuddered. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or fear. Maybe both. 

Something in the chipper voice of the Giant made Juniper's chest hurt in a way he didn’t understand. Wow, this bean must really hate this place to want to get away so badly. He must hate… us.

The world out there was so… big. Even for gigantic beans it was big. Why would a this man want to leave, especially if the world was as dangerous outside the house as Bruno told them. Full of monsters worse than beans and death. 

"Why don't you..." stay here. Juniper almost asked the bean to stay, but he held his tongue and refused to finish. Why would he even think about asking the giant to stay? A borrower’s life was always in danger with a bean present. They are dangerous. No matter how nice they seem.

Well, who needs that stupid bean anyway? Juniper thought bitterly, He’s just leaving– Like everyone else… Juniper’s frown deepened as he watched two birds happily fly past the house, tweeting and singing in the sunshine. As a borrower, he would never get the chance to play in the sun, not without the fear of being killed by some animal. There would be no safe escape for Juniper and Lilac. Leaving to find other beans to borrow from was a gamble he wasn’t willing to make. 

Juniper was at a loss for what to do. Despite it all, he didn’t want Bruno to leave, the thought of him leaving terrified him. But so did the thought of him staying. 

He had no right to ask a giant not to leave. It was like asking the sky not to rain or to try and change the wind. An impossible task a borrower couldn't hope to do.

Juniper never wanted to admit it out loud to anyone, not even to himself, but he was scared. He was just one child, a three and a half inch child at that. He had to take care of himself and his little sister, practically raising her, he didn't get a choice.

He had heard tales of borrowers who lived outdoors and lived off the land. Maybe they could try? But the thought of being out in the open and trying to survive was terrifying. He may be the oldest, but he was still only 11 summers old. He had never been outside without a parent, and now he had no one to watch out for him.

His face grew hot as his eyes landed on the giant laying on his back staring at him. You stupid, gigantic oaf. Oh yeah, Keep rubbing in how the world is at your fingertips. You can leave without fear. You can pick up immovable objects and not fear being eaten by a stupid bird. Beans like you are actually free... We can never be.

Bruno could clearly see the boy was getting upset, his shoulders tensed and his face looked red. He didn’t know what got the boy so riled up, but the beans figured this might be time to bring up something that had been on his mind for a while. 

Bruno turned on his stomach as slowly as possible, not just to keep from scaring the kid, but to avoid hitting his head on the undercarriage again. He finished easing himself to the ground with a soft grunt, but Juniper still heard it. The borrower stepped back a little now that the Bean’s full attention was on him. The boy was eyeing the giant hands before him, anticipating some foul play from the giant, but Bruno slid them under his chest to ease the boy’s fears. 

“Listen, kid,” Bruno didn’t know where to start, so he figured he'd just come out with it. “Will you… do you and Lilac want to come with me?”

Juniper took another step back, clearly nervous. 

Bruno continued, “No pressure. Really, I mean it. I’d never force you or your sister to come with me, but I just thought I’d offer. I can’t leave you both in good conscience without at least telling you that you have a choice.”

Juniper hesitated. The world outside was a scary and dangerous place for borrowers, but what if they had a giant on their side? That would take away a lot of the dangers, but also bring in a whole host of other problems. Is this bean– this man truly trustworthy with Juniper and his sister’s lives?

As if reading Juniper’s mind the bean spoke, “I promise you and your sister will always be safe with me. I’d never let anything happen to you.” Bruno’s face was serious. When he made a promise his word was his bond, he would keep it till his last.

Juniper stared into the bean’s large eyes, there was no lie in them. No depiction. He hesitated, but spoke: “I– I’ll think about it.”

“Please do.” Bruno smiled. “A-and I’m not leaving immediately, maybe in three days or so. I still have to pack and finish fixing the car.”

Bruno said his peace, he turned onto his back and continued working on the truck and grabbed the wrench. He was expecting Juniper to run back to the safety of the walls. The giant was giving Juniper an open invitation to slunk back into the shadows unwatched. The kids didn’t like being watched while entering the walls, afraid if a bean knew where the entrances were he would take advantage of it. Bruno understood that and thus turned away. 

There was a long moment of silence as Bruno searched for other loose bolts to tighten when a soft voice reached his ear, “What’s that?”

Bruno froze and slowly looked to the side, the kid stood a little closer than before, and he was looking at the large metal object in the bean’s hand, roughly 4 times the kid’s height. 

“It– uh, It’s a wrench,” Bruno blinked.

“What does it do?”

“I’m using it to tighten these,” he gestured at the various bolts and mess of metal above them that Juniper couldn’t begin to understand.

“Why?”

“To make sure there’s no leaking.”

“Leaking? Is this thing full of blood?”

“No, not at all,” Bruno chuckled. He set the wrench down and turned his head. He went on a tangent about the different things that could leak under the car like engine oil, transmission fluid, or coolant. He pointed to various places where they were stored or ran through and their functions in making the car move. As Bruno explained the various aspects of the car in so much detail that to the borrower, the metal titan seemed less intimidating. Almost non threatening, other than its size. It turned out trucks didn’t eat the ground up bones of borrowers. Just like this bean didn’t either. Hm. 

At some point Juniper’s small voice piped up, “What’s the engine?”

Bruno’s eyes lit up, “You want to see? It’s up top, under the hood.”

The boy hesitated for a moment, he looked towards the wall, safety and darkness beckoning him. Then he looked back into the bean’s eyes, there was nothing that indicated ill intent. In fact over the past week, Bruno had been nothing but kind and respectful. Maybe it was time for Juniper to return the favor. “S-sure.”

That was all Bruno needed, a smile stretched across his face as he slid out from under the car. He slowly got to his feet, with a strained grunt and creaking in his knees. Juniper peaked out from behind the tires as a pair of large work boots stepped off to the side and Bruno pulled up a small (to the bean) wooden table up beside the front of the car. 

When the earth stopped shaking, Juniper looked up into the eyes of the giant who gestured for the boy to climb up onto the table, knowing full well the borrower would never agree to being picked up by a bean.  

Juniper nodded and ran to the closest wooden leg, pulled out his hook and threw it up in the air till it latched to the top of the table. It took Juniper a couple of minutes to make it to the top, and he was pretty winded, but his curiosity kept him walking to the edge to overlook the engine. He was in complete awe of the seemingly inexplicable mess of intricate machinery. Juniper sat on the edge of the table top, overlooking the bean as he got to work, checking for leaks and making adjustments as necessary. 

Juniper was beyond amazed, questions began pouring from his mouth about the various twists and curves of metal, what they were for, how the car ran, where it could go, etc. Bruno was happy to answer all the boy’s curious questions and he explained them to the best of his ability. He wasn’t an expert by any means, and he often found himself parroting the facts and tricks his own father had taught him decades ago. 

A lot of the answers went over Juniper’s head, but it was nice to talk about something other than survival for once, so the boy didn’t seem to mind. Bruno had an untapped well of knowledge of a world the borrower had never even considered. The life of a bean seemed so complicated and simple at the same time. It was almost thrilling to learn about a different way of being. 

For the first time in a long time, Bruno felt… pride. Joy even, if you could call it that. He felt the return of youthful smiles as he spoke to Juniper, watching the boy finally start to open up. He definitely wasn’t as skittish as when they first met. He even heard the borrower’s faint laugh a few times. Bruno’s heart seemed full to burst. He was proud of Juniper for being so brave. Brave enough to stay around a giant and do something as mundane as talking. He didn’t imagine he himself would have the courage to do something that crazy. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon like that, enjoying each other's company. No danger befell either person as the sun set. The world seemed to give them a much needed breather. 

Here on this day, they could live in a world where it was normal to talk to a person the size of a hand and a towering giant.

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I literally don’t know anything about cars, so sorry if there’s any inconsistencies. My Tio is a mechanic, but I have no clue how cars work and I wasn’t gonna ask him 💀 LOL

Let me know if there’s any mistakes I can fix

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Want more? Read "A Borrower at the End of the World" here

26 more days till new chapters (and my birthday)! (Happy birthday Anon!)

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A giant helping calm you down from a panic.

Cw: Fearplay, and panic attack.

Its one of those nights- a horrible nightmare of days past. When you where kidnaped by a giant. And you wake up screaming, sweating, and terrified still. Nothing is making sence and your own fears of your mortality come screaming in. All your body wants to do is run and scream for help. And you are about to as you see from the corner of your eye a looming shape. And deep but soft rumbling sound. The voice of a giant. As well as the outlines of a hand. Your brain is now screaming at you- this nightmare isnt over you need to run- and you try to. You run and dont see the edge of the tablenyou where sleeping onninbyour haze. But before anything can happen. Before you even hit the ground, large digits wrap around you. You're in full fight now - you have too. Your going to die if you dont. You have to break free. Squirming and crying for help as your raised higher and higher. Every part of you is convinced this is how you die. A simple squeeze is all it would take to end you. Heart racing- threating to burst- and the pop never comes. The pain never comes. Instead a soft warmth. You feel your body pressed gently to a warm surface- with the faint rumble of a gentle beating heart inside. And you know this heartbeat well. As that same rumbly voice rings out and... you know that soothing voice. As all you hear around you now is their soft words "Breath- it'll okay.. just breath" And as the haze of the dream fades- all you can muster is a softer whimper into their chest. As you breath. Your okay- nothing can hurt you. Not here - not with them.

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SCENARIOS ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - fluff (for once) - trauma, logan being a lil sweetheart, suggestions and mentions to your past.

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Sharp breaths - in and out - as you look around the winding room. It's been a week since you saw Johnny, you haven't seen any of them so far. You never spoke to them before but you would see them standing outside your door, their shadow slipping underneath the door, or when John let himself inside and sat beside you. But this week you've been alone, no one was there. And honestly? It's been the best week of your life. 

You let the sheets fall down as you sit up, dazed. The seat beside you, lonely, stood there. You thought to yourself for a second. You missed the way the air hitched as you noticed John there, missed the way the air smelt like him. 

You despised how much you missed him. You hate the fact that he brings you a sense of comfort but then again, it's nice to feel comfort. Even if its from the man you hate the most - the man you wished would die, the man who put you through so much fucking pain. 

Ashamed in yourself you sigh, long breath escaping you when you look over at the door yet again. There's a shadow slipping through the door, the silhouette could only be one person – the man opens your door and gives you a cheeky smirk, “hi!” Logan smiles, letting himself into your room. You give him a hum in return.

Logan trots along excitedly, sitting in the loney chair, giving it and you company. “Heard bout what happened and i wanted to check on you” head tilting to the side as his eyes glint with amusement.

“Ah” you mumble. It's been weeks, months? Since you started to kinda trust Logan, you wouldn't speak to him, would never utter a word but you've gotten used to him. His smile and his silly humour. So overtime, he got more and more words out of you, your voice was slightly raspy. You clearly weren't used to talking that much. “Well… thanks.” you let out a slow mumble. 

“Mhmmm! So how are you? Has the twat bothered you?”

“Dont wanna talk about it” you mutter, eyes faced down onto your bedsheets, your mutilated hand gripping the white blanket.

It's quiet for a second but it feels like years. The silence overwhelming you. “Soo…” Logan utters, breaking the awkward, “since the doctors took my cards and we cant play snap, i dont have anymore games.” his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly irritated his precious cards was gone. “Wanna play like a word game?? Liikkkee truth or dare!” he says excitedly but it dies down when you give him a strange look. His face droops almost, “...or not cause that's for kids, obviously!”

You let out a slight, small huff in amusement, it's the closest you've been to a laugh since everything. “Howww about would you rather? Deep version” his eyebrows depart and wiggle around. You nod, thinking why not - not like you have anything else to do.

“Would you rather be blind or deaf.”

“This is deep?” you let out a scoff.

He rolls his eyes, “it'll get there.”

“Blind i think.” you look up at Logan, “what would you?” 

Logan thinks for a second as he huffs out a breath, “blind too, cause then i wouldn't be able to hear you.”

“You wouldn't be able to play snap or see me though” a chortle sounds from the two of you.

His eyes glisten slightly as he looks at you with a quirk in his lips, “you've JUST started talking to me though and i want to continue hearing your voice. “

You simply don't reply. 

“Would you ratherrrr lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?” he asks with a kink in his eyebrows. He brings his leg up and crosses it over the other as you scowl at him. “Arent, I meant to ask one?”

“No, I wanna ask!!” 

“Okay, lose all my old memories.”

He looks at you with an intrigue, “oh? That was quick. Why?” 

You murmur in response, “I'd have a better future.” you offer him not much of an explanation but he seemed okay with that by the way he shrugged. “Hmm I would too, just cause I like meeting new people. Plus I'd forget about the fat holes in my stomach, youchhh! That hurt like a bitchh!”

Despite your best efforts, a silent laugh slips from you. Logan beams at that, his eyes practically lighting up at your curved lips. “Would you rathherrr know when or how you’re going to die?” 

“Huh, uhm when.”

“Hmmm? Wouldn't that be scary though, like a countdown?”

“Atleast id know, its kinda like–... it's basically a count down anyways you just don't know”

“Damn” Logan sits up straight, smiling a little at you. “Yeahh id pick that too.”

Rounds go by, where Logan would ask random questions. Some were silly like would you rather have a mullet or be bald, then some were strangely deep. 

Hes sat with his legs crossed on the once alone chair, and you're sat up against the cold pillows of your bed. The sheets pulled down to the end of the bed, while you sat in your hospital clothes, the fabric flowing over your body. “Okay okay i have a good one, would you rather know what the happiest day of your life or the worst day of your life will be?”

“So can they have already had happened?”

“Hmmm yeah! Sure sure” 

“Worst.” 

He looks surprised as you tell him, “really? Why? That's such a downer.”

“Yeah well i'm sure the worst day of my life has already happened so- i guess it'll be like comfort nothing worse would happen.” you shrug whilst looking Logan towards his glimmering eyes. 

“I think I know the best day of my life,” Logan responds.

You hum in question.

“When I first met you, obviously!” he chuckles with a daft smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him. “Right.” 

“Okay classic question, fight 100 duck sized elephants or one elephant sized duck.” 

Once again, you roll your eyes at him. His eyes linger on your face as you think about his question. They trail over your scars that litter your face, and the way your eyebrows twitch when you think. “100 duck sized elephants.” 

“Yeahh it'll be easier, plus ducks are violent as hell! A goose once ate my top.” 

“What?” you exclaim, trying to process what you just heard, “you do know ducks aren't geese? Completely different animals.” 

“Look the same so I'm mad at both of them.” he shrugs.

Your head nods exaggeratedly. 

You Scratch softly as the scar on your cheek as Logan watches while you do. You're surprised he hasn't asked about it honestly. “Would you rather forgive the people who have wronged you or be forgiven by the people you've wronged?”

“Second one.” you reply instantly. 

“Why's that?”

You mumble while looking down, the burn on your cheek hitting you. “I can't forgive them – the people who hurt me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “you can forgive anyone, it just takes time and growth.”

“You don't understand-" the scar on your cheek dribbles a spot of blood, hitting the bed, “shit.” 

“Ah fuck.” Logan groans, quickly standing - moving to the bathroom and grabbing toilet paper. Dabbing the bleeding on the reopened wound. “It's okay, just hold this down.” you do as he says, pressing the paper to your cheek. 

“I'd forgive whoever had wronged me, I hate being mad at people!” 

You give him a small smile and he responds, “you have such a nice smile.” hs states.

Your eyes widen, “oh uhm thanks..” 

“Oh shit it's literally dinner, wanna go down to eat?” 

You tilt your head, “go down?” 

“Yeah ! like the cafeteria?”

“Oh i've just always had my food brought up-” 

Logan cuts you off, “yack that foods kinda mank, c'mon i'll buy you something.”

Who are you to say no to free food?

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Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

HELLO! I RETURN WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER! At least it's not been a year this time only 11 months. Been writing this and chapter 6 on and off for a while and writers block is a pain when life is also kicking my ass so glad to get this out here. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Trails

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4 cw: minor panic and anxiety. Kind of a fluffy chapter and just a lot of sus times lol.

wc: 3149

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

Tommy trailed his way down the long concrete path making sure to stick to the edge furthest from the road. The two beans walked just a step ahead of him, but the borrower was overly conscious of that. 

The last thing he wanted was for them to notice him dropping their little blue pebbles for a trail.

Wilbur was leading them down the path while Phil was walking with Tommy on his left and neither of them seemed to notice the boy shoving his hand in his pocket every few minutes before pulling out a few more pebbles to drop. If they had, they certainly hadn’t mentioned it.

It was a blessing how Beans could be so unobservant sometimes, and the boy hoped it would stay that way a little longer.

They’d been walking roughly ten minutes or so and so far they had only made two turns when they got to an intersection and side street, so the Borrower was confident in his abilities to get back with little to no trouble even without the pebbles, but the further they walked, the heavier the weight in his pocket became.

At this point, it was probably luck they hadn’t seen the pebbles or at least heard the tink of one dropping every now and then. Tommy had to suppress a flinch every time a stone clinked a little louder than others, but Phil and Wilbur continued walking none the wiser to the Borrower’s inner turmoil. 

Technoblade had said a brief goodbye from down the corridor before they'd left this morning since he still had his head buried in school work which was a slight relief for the boy, but still; two Beans walking him into unknown territory was nerve wracking enough, and there was no guarantee they’d be happy with just leaving him at the park to get home alone like they had arranged.

Here’s hoping they did when they arrived. 

“Not much further now Toms,” Wilbur said as he stretched his arms out in front of him before flopping them down to his sides as they walked. “Just around the next corner is the park and the playground.”

“It’s the only playground where the slide is red, since there’s a few playgrounds in this park if you’re still a bit lost.” Phil added as they turned the corner and sure enough, there was the park. 

In front of them stood an arrangement of large plastic and metal structures, all in different bright colours of reds, yellows, blues and greens. There were platforms mounted above the ground, and what looked like giant spider webs made from thick ropes suspended by metal beams. Some platforms had ladders to get up and down them and others ramps. There were even poles mounted away from the platforms to get down quickly from. It was nothing like Tommy had ever seen and none of the structures made any sense. This certainly wasn’t a normal thing he’d seen humans in before. If anything it was more like the inside of the walls once Borrowers got established; using anything and everything to just get around by any means necessary.

What on earth did Beans need to do with this? 

“Well here we are.” Phil announced as he made his way over to a bench before taking a seat. “We’re at the West end of the park but you should be able to work out which direction to go from here, right Tommy?”

“Oh- yeah, um.” Tommy jerked his head away from the playground to Phil as he came back to reality. “Yeah I know exactly where I am.” he laughed nervously hoping they wouldn’t notice his slight blunder.

He quickly glanced around taking in the rest of his surroundings, noticing a path that headed off further into the park rounding a big thicket of bushes.

“Yep just gotta head down that path over there and I’ll be on my way home big man.”

“You sure you don’t want us to walk you there?” Wilbur asked, concern written all over his face as Tommy stepped back waving him off. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. You’ve both already done so much for me and I’ll be fine to get there on my own.” the boy affirms with a smirk. “I’m tougher than I look.”

The Beans share a look, but concede, knowing they couldn’t just force themselves into Tommy’s life. They couldn’t just follow the kid home if he was against it. Definitely got laws about that. 

“Alright if you’re sure. Just get home safe then mate.” Phil smiled warmly as he came over to Wilbur placing a hand on his son's shoulder noticing how he was starting to get fidgety. He knew Wilbur didn’t want to let the kid go as much as he did, but he needed to settle.

“And Tommy just so you know, you’re welcome at our house any time.” 

“Yeah we’d love to get to know you better if you want to hang out sometime too.” Wilbur perked up at the notion looking to his Dad who nodded in agreement. “Would be so down for pizza and chill.” 

Tommy didn’t quite understand how freezing pizza would be fun since it tasted amazingly better when warm but he shrugged it off. “Um, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Facing them one last time and taking the moment in, Tommy thanked the Beans for their help and hospitality (and silently for not immediately hating him) before turning and walking off down the path.

Phil and Wilbur smiled sadly as they watched him go until the blonde was out of view past the thick foliage. Part of Phil really wished they had insisted on getting him to his front door and Wilbur wished he hadn’t gone at all. The boy that had barreled into their lives had seemed to leave a piece missing already despite knowing him for such a short period of time. 

After a few minutes of lingering about (just in case he returned), the pair of Beans eventually began to make their way back to the house solemnly, their thoughts with the bright haired blonde. 

“We should have insisted on getting him back to the front door.” Wilbur grumbled as he kicked a pebble hard off the path and onto the road. Phil sighed as he patted his son on the back, ushering him to keep moving. 

“Come on mate. We’ll talk about this at home.” 

He just had to hope if the kid needed help again, they knew to reach out.

Back through the thickage, Tommy patiently stood and watched through the branches till the two Beans disappeared around the road corner and then some in case they came back. He couldn’t risk them seeing him follow them back and be caught a second time. 

When he was sure they were gone, he emerged from his hiding spot and trudged his way over to the playground scowling at the hunk of junk.

Honestly, what were the Beans thinking making this thing? What kind of purpose did this waste of plastic serve doing in the middle of a park?

Being called a ‘playground’ he guessed meant that humans played on it, but the things he’d seen Beans play with or on usually involved screens or Board games. I mean there was that one time he watched a human family play football, but that was literally a ball being kicked around. 

Although that one did remind him a bit of Bug ball from before he got kicked out of the colony. He’d never been allowed to play of course. The other kids were all wrongins that wouldn’t let him play. Like most of their games…

Tommy shook his head.

Dwelling on the past wasn’t going to help him much right now. He had a trail to follow. 

Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Tommy set off back the way he had come retracing his steps. It didn’t take him long to find some of the pebbles he dropped earlier and as he heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Home wasn’t lost and he’d be back before he knew it.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t start sprinting down the path. 

He’d been lucky up to this point with getting out of the Crafts house without revealing his secret and even luckier they had let him go at all. The last thing he wanted to happen was for his trail to magically disappear and get lost again.

It was better to get back home as quickly as possible. Phil and Wilbur surely would have made it back to the house by now and even if he did plan to visit them again, he’d need to figure out a better plan first so step one: get home.

As he approached the first T junction, he glanced down looking for his trail and instantly locked onto his pebbles. He slowed down, checking around the fence on the corner both ways to make sure there were no Beans up ahead, his senses heightened and on full alert for potential dangers. 

The streets themselves appeared barren of any Beans walking up and down them for the time being, but Tommy could hear the honking of horns somewhere off in the distance meaning there were definitely Beans around, just not where he could see them for now. 

Good. 

He didn’t need to meet any more Beans today.  

Grinning, Tommy stepped out and continued following his trail home, continuing to check for threats every so often but mostly keeping his eyes trained on the pebble trail as he went.

He’d be back in the walls before Lunch.

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Techno sighed as he closed his text book. 

Finally finished his assignment. 

And even a few hours left to submit it before the deadline. Honestly he thought he’d be here for at least another two hours. He’d been stuck on this one section on Ancient Egypt for a while and wasn’t sure if he’d break his writer's block as quickly as he had, but let’s go for textbook answers he guessed.

He stretched his back as it popped from the unhealthy way he’d been hunched over his work, but finally he could relax for a bit before starting the next essay. Sure it wasn’t due for another two days, but Techno liked to be punctual and get stuff done well within time. He could have had this done a week earlier had he not had to work in a group, but group work wasn’t optional as his teachers had explained and he’d be damned if he got marked down for forceful collaboration. 

It’s their fault for not doing their portion of the research fast enough that he got delayed. In fact he’d probably done 75% of the research himself instead of the 25% like he was supposed to when he was made to work with two of the class clowns who basically did nothing. He’s lucky Niki had at least done her part that he wasn’t left to do the entire thing himself. He’d made a note at the end of his report in the bibliography to reference who had gotten what information so that it didn’t affect his part of the grade if something was left out and emailed the teacher to let them know of the circumstances.

He would not be letting those slackers mooch off his hard work for an easy grade.

Of course this did mean he missed out on properly getting to greet their families brief house guest. Unfortunately, the assignment had to take priority over meeting the kid since it was worth 60% of his overall grade for the semester, but he knew his Dad understood that. It just made him look like a bad host. Although, if he gandered a guess, Tommy (like so many other newcomers he’d met) didn’t exactly seem thrilled in his presence. 

He looked worse for wear from their first introduction and perhaps him being out of the picture wasn’t a terrible thing if the kid had been abused like his family assumed. He’d seemed utterly terrified when they passed each other in the hallway this morning and the teen did feel bad for adding unnecessary stress if he was. But something also felt off about Tommy.

He couldn’t exactly place it, but something about the kids' presence didn’t sit right with him. Call it a sixth sense, but it felt like Tommy wasn’t everything he appeared to be. There was just something that told him that he wasn’t all he appeared, but for the life of him he couldn’t pinpoint what. Of course he’d only had a very short interaction with the blonde, so maybe there was more to his story than what he let on, but only time would reveal what that could possibly be. 

He may not even have the chance to discover what that may be now that he is gone. Phil and Wilbur were bound to be back any time now. Wil had texted him when they had gotten to the park and texted again when they were on their way back so they’d probably be back in through the front door any minute now. 

He just had to hope that this matter was resolved and they could get back to normal with Tommy out of the picture. No offence to the kid, but he didn’t need to worry about making someone new feel comfortable in his presence right now. 

Yes he knows he’s socially awkward. Sue him if he’d rather be in his room studying than having to worry about not giving another person a heart attack for being 6’2 and dressing like an absolute King they all cower like peasants.

Okay maybe that’s a bit harsh but eh. Can’t win 'em all.

A shuffling of keys slipping out of a pocket and into a lock was the cue Techno heard to know his family had returned. In walked Wilbur somberly, as the brunette trudged past the dining room and into the living room, before flopping face first down into the couch cushions. 

“Hey we’re back.” Phil called as he closed the door as Technoblade emerged from his room and met his youngest by the dining room entryway and cast a tired look to his other son moping on the couch. 

“Wilbur, look I know you like Tommy but you can’t come back and act like the world is ending.” 

“Don’t. Care.” Came back a muffled reply through the cushion, as Techno rolled his eyes at his younger brother. 

And Wilbur says he’s dramatic.

“He spends a day with some lonely teenager and is already attached.” Techno scoffs as he waltzes over to take a seat in the old recliner as his brother abruptly pushes up from the couch to retort. 

“I’m not attached, I’m just concerned for his well being which if someone had actually been polite and been there when we were talking to him would know.”

“Wilbur.” Phil warned as the brunette glared daggers at his nonchalant brother as he picked up the day's newspaper from the coffee table. “You know Techno has had a lot on his plate with his assignments. Besides, you saw how Tommy reacted when they met. Kid was already under enough stress as it was. No offence Tech.”

“None taken.” He replied as he flicked the paper out to better read the news.

“Well still, he should have at least tried to make an effort.” Wilbur spat before face planting back into the cushion.

Typical Wilbur.

Always the drama queen. 

Phil just sighed as he dragged a hand down his face giving Techno an apologetic look as his other son rolled his eyes. This morning's events had certainly been a lot. There was still a part of him that wanted to race back to the park just in case Tommy was still there. It was silly; he knew that, but that didn’t change how he felt about it. Wasn’t hard to see where Wilbur got his clinginess from- even if he himself had his emotions in check.

“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?” Wilbur asked softly, hope evident despite knowing the answer. 

“That will depend on Tommy I’m afraid.” 

The offer was there. Their doors were open if Tommy were to come back and something told Phil he might. The child didn’t seem to have received an ounce of true care before meeting them and Tommy obviously craved it. But his cautious nature seemed to be holding him back and he couldn’t blame him if his suspicions were right. 

“If he ever needs help, he’ll know where to find us.”

“We shouldn’t have let him go in the first place.” Wilbur protested sourly as he sat up and abruptly crossed his arms. “What if he goes back home and gets hurt worse that he doesn’t make it out huh? We don’t even know where he lives to help him if something goes wrong!” 

Phil sighed tiredly as he walked over and joined Wilbur on the couch, throwing his arm over his son's shoulder and rubbing the other comfortingly.

“Wilbur, I know your heart is in the right place and I’m so proud of you for keeping calm when we left him at the park, but if we had forced Tommy to tell us and made him take us back, what would that feel like for Tommy?” Phil gave his son’s shoulder a squeeze. 

“Do you think you’d trust me again if you didn’t know me and forced me to tell you things that might get you hurt for sharing later? How do we know that us showing up might escalate things further and put Tommy in danger? We just don’t know.”

Wilbur leaned into his father’s embrace and pushed his head into his fathers shoulder like he was six years old and trying to hide from the world again. 

“I hate it when you’re right.” he muffledly replied in the blondes embrace.

Techno eyed his father and brother from behind the paper and mentally groaned. It didn’t take a genius to know that his Dad had grown attached to the boy like his brother and if they did show their face back here, it’d be just his luck they’d have a new permanent resident soon. His family knew how to be patient when it mattered.

He couldn’t say he was surprised really. His family had been helping people like Tommy for years. Phil was like a mother bird and everyone in need of help his chicks. It was admirable in all honesty, but he just couldn’t shake his thoughts from earlier.

It shouldn’t bother him really, but that same funny feeling returned when the boy's terror filled eyes flashed in his mind and that off feeling returned. 

Perhaps he should have stayed and met Tommy properly…

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YAY! IT'S OUT! FINALLY! Techno is so sus of Tommy and I love it! There's a reason he avoids Techno's stuff and I can't wait to do more with his character soon!

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Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

So..... it's been *looks at last update* SHEESH A YEAR ?!?! Uhhhh I'm so sorry this took so long to update, but I am far from done with this au so let's go for getting another upload! I've shared my views on the whole William Gold thing so further explanation is here. But without further a do, enjoy!

Chapter 4: Beginnings

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 5 cw: panic, anxiety, fear of abandonment, mentions of child abuse/neglect and a whole lot of fluff :3 wc: 3938

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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Wilbur sat at the dining room table, his plate of syrup-drowned waffles staring back at him.

He wanted to know what Phil and Tommy were talking about and why the boy had hid under the bed.

He thought they’d calmed him down last night? 

The second he’d given Tommy the little cow plushie, Wilbur noticed how the boy’s eyes had widened with wonder. It was the sweetest thing the blonde had done since he met him, and he’d had to hold himself back from cooing and wrapping the boy into a hug.

But doing that would definitely be overstepping some kind of boundary judging by Tommy’s reactions and that was the last thing the brunette wanted to do. All the evidence was right there when he’d thought about it as he drifted off to sleep the night before. The flinching, the withdrawnness and the fear of saying the wrong thing; it all just began to add up. 

Tommy had been abused.

No child would be dressed in poorly put together rags and react the way they had if they hadn’t thought they were going to be hurt. Hiding under the bed was the confirmation he needed that his assumptions were true and all he could think about was how he didn’t want anyone else hurting that sweet little boy ever again.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

“What’s got you in a tizzy?” 

Wilbur lifted his head to see his twin, Technoblade, leaned up against the kitchen counter with a freshly poured steaming cup of coffee.

“Morning Techno. Sorry, didn’t hear you enter.”

“It’s not like you to be up so early Wil.”  The pink-haired teen commented curiously. 

He couldn’t help but observe the way his brother kept their gaze trained towards the hallway as he joined them at the dining table. He could make out the muffled voice of Phil talking from the other room but not what was being said.

“Is it that kid Dad brought home?” Technoblade asked. “I heard you both calling for them this morning which woke me up.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Wilbur smiled apologetically as he faced his brother across the table. “We were, but Dad’s with him now under the bed.”

“He’s what?” Techno arched his brow perplexed. “Under the bed?”

“Yeah.” Wilbur sighed heavily. “I think I spooked him when I was going to come in about breakfast, and he panicked.” 

He couldn’t help but think about how closed off Tommy had been the night before. The way he seemed to carefully choose his movements and would shrink back if he felt like he overdid it. He wanted to see the Tommy with the spitfire attitude. Not the child that felt the need to tread carefully through every interaction.

“I think- I think wherever he came from he was abused, Tech.” 

“Well from how you and Dad described him in the messages, it certainly wouldn’t be too far-fetched to assume it.” Techno sipped his coffee as Wilbur grabbed his knife to cut into his waffles and sighed.

“Well whatever happened to Tommy, I’m hoping we can get him to open up and talk to us.” 

For his sake.

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Leaving the guest bedroom had been far harder than what it should have been.

While he knew Phil was only concerned for his well being, Tommy wasn’t quite sure he was ready to be in the presence of all 3 Beans at once. 

He knew Phil had mentioned the night before about Techno coming home late which undoubtedly meant the teen was up by now having his morning coffee and Tommy knew how Techno tended to act around ‘new visitors.’ 

One good perk of living in the walls was you learned how every person of the household acted around each other, and new people. Phil and Wilbur were always fairly welcoming, but Techno wasn’t the easiest to talk to. If you didn’t know him, he may come across as cold and calculating. Not the easiest person to approach without shaking in your boots that’s for sure.

But as Tommy would tell you, he knew that after the guests had all left, the sheer amount of relief the pinkette would feel, further revealing how awkward they had been about being around these ‘strangers’ was hilarious. It wasn’t a villain behind glasses moment, just an awkward teen with limited social skills. 

Tommy couldn’t help but giggle to himself as he’d watched the teen collapse in his bed after a certain interaction with a salesman as if it had drained all the life out of him. People just weren’t Techno’s strong suit.

But even knowing this didn’t ease the boy's nerves. It didn’t change the fact that even if Technoblade was socially awkward that he wasn’t capable of harm. The fencing trophies in his room a testament to that feat of strength.

His nervousness about having breakfast with the 3 must have been obvious, because Phil had gently placed his hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leading them both out of the guest room and to the dining room.

Just breathe Tommy. They don't know what you are yet. 

You’re okay for now.

“Morning Tech, good to see you up and about.” Phil greeted chipperly as he manoeuvred himself into the kitchen leaving Tommy to observe by the hallway. “I’d like you to meet Tommy.”

Tommy briefly met Techno’s gaze and was met with a solemn stare as they sipped on their coffee. He’d be joking if he said he knew what was going on in the teens head. 

The blonde forced himself to give one short acknowledging nod at the pinkette, not trusting his voice to form any coherent words as he shifted uncomfortably from where he stood. He deliberately kept his eyes averted from the twins at the table, fully well knowing Techno was most definitely staring at him, if the hot feeling of holes being burnt through his chest wasn’t already obvious enough. 

It took everything in him to not run right there and then.

“Tommy, why don’t you take a seat next to Techno and I’ll fix you up something to eat.”

Okay now would be a good time for his voice box to work because there was no way he wanted to sit next to Technoblade. 

That was NOT his ideal way of getting caught. 

It didn’t matter if humans couldn’t read minds, if anyone could catch on to something being off, it would be Technoblade. It was like the teen had a sixth sense and somehow just always knew when something wasn’t quite right. Just like the moving of the craft knife, he was sure if he slipped up in front of Techno, they’d know and it would be game over and onto the torture in a heartbeat.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it would come to that, as Techno was quick to stand and tuck in his chair as he excused himself to finish some upcoming school work.

“All good Dad, I’ve got homework to finish before school on Monday. I’ll just excuse myself.”

Tommy felt himself relax. Oh, thank Prime for humans and their absurd amounts of homework! Even if he didn’t really understand why they got it.

“Alright Techno, just make sure to have something more than coffee this morning alright? And don’t let me catch you having something potato-based before lunch, got it?”

“No promises.” The pinkette replied, before grabbing an apple from the refrigerator and began walking towards his room.

Tommy however was still glued to the hallway. 

The hallway that led to said Bean's bedroom.

Even though he was Bean sized right now, Technoblade still towered over the young boy. So much so that the light overhead was slightly obscured, casting an eerie shadow over the teens face making his deep brown eyes appear to glow a dark red. Tommy felt the way his heart spiked, his instincts screaming at him to run as his eyes darted around looking for potential tunnels and crevices to escape to. Anything to get away from this predator of man as they came to a steady stop before him.

“Ahem.” The teen cleared his throat along with a flick of his head.

What did he want? He hadn’t even done anything and was already in trouble? Should he have moved to the table quicker? Or had he stared too long?

A second cough with another jerk of the teen's head as Tommy’s anxiety began to grow finally keyed what Techno wanted from him.

Oh . 

He wanted him to move.

“Tech, quit scaring the poor kid and go around them.” Phil teasingly scolded. “You’re gonna give Tommy a heart attack.”

Techno huffed in minor annoyance before shuffling past, minorly brushing against Tommy’s arm as he did. It wasn’t hard or anything, but Tommy couldn’t suppress the flinch it caused from his prior panic. He missed the way Techno’s eyes furrowed in concern as he hurried to move before he caused any more problems.

“Don’t mind him Tommy,” Wilbur piped up, drawing the younger's attention back to the table. “He’s not much of a people person.”

The blonde finally let himself breathe as he brought his attention back to the brunette as they continued. “Come take a seat and have some breakfast, yeah?”

Tommy nodded, gingerly making his way over to the table plopping down opposite Wilbur as instructed before. As he sat, Phil picked up a plate and served a freshly cooked waffle onto it, before drizzling it in thick golden syrup and strawberries.

“Here you are, mate.” The man said placing the decorative dessert in front of him with a knife and fork.

He whispered his thanks as he picked up the utensils, but the Borrower couldn’t help but be on edge. Even if Phil and Wilbur had been nice to him his whole stay, Techno clearly didn’t want him here. He was sure that after breakfast, Phil was going to take him back to the park like he’d said, but then what? He couldn’t tell them that his real home was actually here, but also couldn’t risk being taken to the park and never finding his way back.

There had to be a way to figure out this whole mess before they brought up leaving. At most he just had to figure out a way to get back from the park after they left him there because it’s not like the walls were an option until he had a grasp on how he kept growing and shrinking.

Tommy cut a bit of the waffle off before stabbing it and a strawberry onto his fork, the maple syrup having sunken into the fluffy dessert. At least he’d get to enjoy one more good meal before he gets temporarily kicked out. 

‘Hopefully not forever’ the Borrower thought bitterly at the idea of abandoning yet another home.

“So, Tommy,” Phil began as he set a plate of his own waffles down to join the pair at the table. “Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He answered as he took another mouthful of waffle. “The waffles are really good.” The boy said, muffled between chews.

“Ew, finish your mouthful before you speak.” Wilbur grimaced as Tommy shovelled another forkful of waffle in. “I don’t want to see your mushed-up breakfast, thanks.”

Tommy slowed his chewing and allowed himself to swallow. Shoot, he hadn’t meant to upset him with how he ate again. Did he now have to be conscious about how he ate too? He thought humans ate like this all the time though?

“Wilbur.” Phil scolded as he elbowed his son in the arm. “You’re almost as bad as Techno.” 

The man sighed before turning his attention back to the tense blonde with a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright Tommy that’s not what Wilbur meant. It’s just you need to finish your mouthful before speaking. You could choke if you’re not careful.”

The boy nodded hesitantly before taking another mouthful and chewing it fully before swallowing. Why did humans have to have so many rules? In the colony, no one would have bat an eye if you spoke with your mouth full. You’d get your share and move on. How you ate was no one’s business and certainly no one cared about how Tommy ate. Then again, he’d never really had enough food to stuff his face when he was at the colony for it to be an issue. 

Perhaps he was being sloppy…

“Sorry.” He whispered before taking another bite. 

Phil sighed, setting down his knife with a soft clink. How was he going to get this kid to see that he was safe here? He hadn’t meant to make them feel more uncomfortable but it seemed the stress of it all was starting to get to the kid.

The man stared at the plate in front of him, his waffles half-eaten and starting to get cold. Each step of progress to make Tommy feel comfortable felt like it took 2 steps back. The kid was probably itching to get to the park and get back home too, but the thought of leaving Tommy like this just didn’t sit well with him. He glanced at the young blonde as he took his time with each bite, noticing how his gaze flicked from Wilbur to him and back to the plate worried as they ate in silence.

So tense, like walking on thin ice…

After finishing pacing himself on breakfast, Tommy had been intercepted by Wilbur. 

The brunette had taken one look at him and insisted he have a shower, shoving some clean clothes into him and ushered him into the bathroom. It’s a good thing he knew how taps worked, because understanding how to change water temperature would have been an awful experience had he not. 

Despite feeling bad about using the Crafts water, Tommy had to admit being able to wash up properly after so long felt wonderfully refreshing. Even seeing his own reflection in the mirror; clean and well-groomed for the first time in years, had him taken aback at how nice his hair and skin looked after a good wash.

The clothes Wilbur had given him had been some old clothes he didn’t fit into anymore and had had lying around. A pair of jeans, a basic t-shirt with some humans on it that Tommy didn’t recognise and an old blue sweater that was slightly too big on him. It felt odd to wear clothes made with fabrics of such high quality, but he instantly fell in love with the sweater. 

Now yes, he was aware of how bad his clothes had been. They were basically falling to bits on him, but it’s not like he didn’t know that. The Great Tommyinnit knows how to make nice clothes thank you very much.

If anything he was a pro tailor back in the colony, but considering he’d been roaming for weeks at a time carrying only the bare necessities before finally settling in at the crafts; new clothes hadn’t been much of a priority. He’d only really just managed to get his new home to his liking and with all the necessities he would need. New clothing had been next on his to-do list, if the mud-stained and holey garments he wore daily had made any indications of needing them.

He just needed a few days to gather the fabric and thread and he’d have a new wardrobe within the week. But the clothes he made vs the clothes Wilbur had lent him were nothing in comparison to quality! It was all just so soft and silky feeling and Tommy almost never wanted to take any of it off even if it was slightly too big. It wouldn’t be hard to adjust the seams on the jeans to make them fit better and the same with the shirt. His trusty handmade needle could make quick work of that. 

Maybe Wilbur wouldn’t mind if he took them home with him? 

That was, if he’d ever be able to go home.

Tommy still didn’t understand how any of this worked and trying to make himself leave the bathroom to ‘take him home’ was not helping.

The curling feeling in his gut telling him to just stay put and hide kept him mulling over the options in his head. But how could he do that after he told Phil he lived near the park? They would expect him to be fine once he left and go back home just like he supposedly wanted.

He turned to face himself in the mirror, stray water droplets dripped down the side of his face from his still-damp hair. The clean, presentable Tommy he saw now, no longer the same dirty, orphan he knew he was. Perhaps if he’d always been like this, he’d never have been kicked out of the colony. He never would have been alienated by those meant to care, never felt so small when it was normal. But now he was big, clean and everything someone might love as a Human Bean and yet he felt so fake hiding behind a false facade.

After all, he was only a Borrower.

The dreaded small feeling came creeping back in and all it took was one glance at the mirror for Tommy to wish he was back to his old self. He shouldn’t have put the thought of being loved in his head again. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bear the thought of the Crafts turning on him should this disguise fall. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he clutched the edge of the sink counter.

He wanted to go home and be small again. Hide away where it was safe from all that was out to get him. Away from this reflection of a boy he didn’t recognise. A tingly sensation pricked at his skin as tears began to drip steadily down his cheeks. He was being childish; he knew that, but he didn’t care. Why couldn’t he just be loved as he was?

Upon opening his eyes to look at the disgrace that was him in the mirror, Tommy found he was no longer staring at himself, but rather at the side of the wooden cabinet- three times smaller than he’d been almost seconds before. 

He’d shrunk. Again?

Confusion swept over his mind as he scrubbed at his face. How did this keep happening? One second he’s big and hating his Bean size counterpart, the next he’s smaller and wishing….

To be smaller…

It suddenly all began to make sense as the puzzle pieces began to slot into place. Every time he’d grown or shrunk, he’d been wishing to change. To be bigger to catch up or smaller to go home. He willed it, and it happened. 

Did his desire to change trigger the shift of his size?

Tentatively, Tommy stood back from the counter and focused hard. He wanted to be smaller, like his old self. Small enough to fit through the cracks, small enough to hide out of sight, be 3 inches tall again, the only right size. The Tommy size.

The tingling returned, this time all over his body as the blonde focused on changing his shape to be what he envisioned. It was a warm sensation and Tommy thought it was strange how he’d never felt it until now. When the tingling dissipated, Tommy slowly opened his eyes as a small gasp escaped him.

“I shrunk.” He whispered in awe as he took in the now enlarged bathroom. He grabbed at his hands and arms, patting himself down to prove that he indeed had changed with a disbelieving laugh. “I’m me again.” 

“Ha, I’m actually me! Oh, thank prime.” Tommy cheered as he hugged himself tight. “I thought I’d never work this out.”

The familiarity of large objects and tall ceilings finally returned the Borrower's sense of normalcy. How he missed this. He could finally go home, size not restricting him at all and return back to the safety of the walls. Just the walls, his tiny shoebox home and-

Me.

Tommy glanced around the little bathroom. The light green tiles were clearly a design choice by Phil but the fluffy light blue towels were definitely a conscious decision by Wilbur, and you’d never guess the yellow daffodils were put together by Technoblade. Each had their own little way of expressing themselves.

Tommy sighed as he stared at his hands, inspecting them front and back.

So a simple thought was all it took to change size right? 

Just think big- be big. Simple. 

Right?

Only a bit of tingling later and Tommy was back to his Bean height. It truly took no effort at all, as if it was second nature to him. Not Borrower nature, but certainly something. Maybe the other Borrowers had always been able to sense that in him. This thing that wasn’t quite right was this incredible size-shifting ability that probably no one had ever heard of and he had it. He certainly was no Borrowerer and definitely not a Bean. 

But no one else knew that.

Tentatively, Tommy reached out and picked up a single Daffodil and twirled it in his hand. He’d heard Technoblade talking about how there was a whole language of flowers and that each one meant something different when presented to another person. He couldn’t remember what a Daffodil meant but, the flower itself brought the happy memories of Crafts to the forefront of his mind.

They didn’t know what he was and with this shifting ability sort of figured out, what could stop him from staying? Or at least from getting to know the Crafts better. With something to leave behind, all it would take is to leave a trail back to the Crafts house from the park and he could go and come when he pleased. He’d be able to walk distances that used to take him days in a matter of minutes with ease and the Crafts would never have to know about where his true place of residence was.

It was a second chance at having a real family, or at least a relationship with someone that didn’t immediately hate him. He wouldn’t have to leave forever and could come back and actually talk to someone! It may be risky without knowing the full extent of the shifts, but it was a chance and a chance he was willing to take. 

A knock at the door caused the boy to jump, but thankfully he remained silent this time. 

“Tommy you alright in there?” It was Phil. Bless the old man's heart for his concern. “You’ve been in there awhile and just wanted to check if you were okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright,” Tommy called back through the door looking around the bathroom for something to enact his hastily thrown together plan. “Just about done. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, we’ll get ready to leave shortly to take you back to the park then, if you’re happy to.” 

The blonde finally spotted something suitable for his trail and quickly grabbed a handful of decorative little blue pebbles from the bottom of a vase filled with fake pink camellia flowers and shoved them into his pocket before grabbing his dirty clothes.

“Sounds good, big man,” Tommy said as he opened the door to where the taller blonde was standing a little bit away looking minorly concerned.

“Let’s get going.” the boy said with a smile.

This was going to work. 

He knew it.

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Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

AWWWWW YEAH! HERE SHE IS BOIS!!! THE LOOOONG AWAITED CHAPTER 3!!!! I have reread and changed this so many times but finally I’m happy with it and ready to move onto the next part!!! (there are so many bits I’ve written and cut and pasted into different parts for future chaps it’s not funny lol) As always, thank you to @a-xyz-s for beta reading and your feedback! (love you!/p)  And thanks to Brick and Squishy for help on some earlier chapter issues! Thanks besties ❤️ Anyways, ENJOY!

Chapter 3: Dreaming

ch 1, ch 2, ch 4, ch 5,  cw: general fear, panic and anxiety, fear of death, child abuse/neglect, comfort and allllll the fluff!!!! word count: 3692

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Just out of Reach, but Never out of sight

Here it is!!! The long awaited follow up to chapter 1!!!! After a mini writers block on it and a small rewrite we have the finished product. So without further a do, enjoy Jornos Ch 2!!!!

Chapter 2: Terrified

Ch 1, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5,

cw: general fear, panic and anxiety, fear of death, child abandonment, pretty fluffy chapter. word count: 3723

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

When Wilbur had received a text from Phil saying he’d found what he thinks is an abandoned child and brought them home on their way back from work, well Wilbur was confused as F***! What did he mean he’d found an abandoned child? Yes he knew Phil had a bit of a soft spot for kids and a bad habit of ‘adopting them’ figuratively speaking (that’s if Tubbo and Ranboo had anything to say about it), but he said he’d brought a kid home. 

Had Phil kidnapped a child? His brother Techno was equally as confused from the text in their family group chat, and had texted Wilbur to ask if Phil was being legit about this or not. Techno wasn’t going to be arriving home until late that night, as he had a group assignment he was working on with his classmates. Being an English major he had so much school work that came with it and it was just another one he had to knock out of the park. But it sucked heavily for him since Techno wasn’t much of a ‘people person’ to begin with and preferred doing things solo. So maybe it wasn’t a bad thing he wasn’t going to be home just yet. Wilbur knew how some people reacted to seeing Techno…

Wilbur walked up to the front door of the house and opened it up with his set of keys. “Hey Dad! I’m home!” He called as he made his way inside after relocking the front door. “Dad? You here? Where’s this kid you were talking about-” He was about to make his way into Phil’s office when he noticed a figure seated in the kitchen. Sat in a daze was a scrawny and young looking teenager in tattered clothing. They were definitely underfed and probably hadn’t had a good bath in years if not ever; if the look of their mud stained rags clothes said anything from their appearance. “Hi, you must be the kid Phil was talking about,” Wilbur said with a smile as he approached them. The kid shrunk in on themselves at being addressed, but gave a slight nod avoiding eye contact.

“It’s nice to meet you.” They didn’t respond. Instead the kid in question ducked his head down and began to fidget with their hands, shoulders tensed. Right. Phil said they were abandoned right? Probably very on edge right now being in a stranger's home. “So you got suckered into coming home with Phil huh? How’d he pick you up?” He joked trying to ease the tension.

The kid still didn’t respond which just added to the awkward atmosphere in the room. 

Wilbur was about to go find Phil when they quietly responded. “I uh, got lost and um. Ran into a ‘ste-reet lamp’.” The kid said, almost as if they were testing out the word. “I just want to go home to the w- uh nevermind...” The younger said before cutting themself off.

Clearly they were hiding where they lived, but Phil had said to be calm with them. From the dried tear stains down their cheek and slight redness in their eyes, he could tell this kid had been through alot as it was, so better not to push them. “Well I bet that hurt. Did you at least damage the street lamp? They’re all pretty useless at night anyways.” Wilbur said, trying to lighten the mood as he took a seat at the counter. “I’d like to see one of them busted up.” “I didn’t bring it down, but I left a good dent in it.” The kid responded, cautiously eyeing him up and down, before continuing on a little more confidently. “I could have brought it down if I had wanted to. Nothing can stop me! I’m a big man!”

Wilbur couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him.

“A big man huh?  The rest of those street lamps better watch out then in case you go crashing into more of them.”

“Hey it’s not my fault it got in the way!” The blonde snapped back in retaliation, their face scrunched up in annoyance. Wilbur just laughed more at the kid's antics, but they seemed to realize their small outburst, and shrunk back in on themselves. Their hands returning to rest in their lap. 

Well that wasn’t a good sign. “So uh what’s your name?” Wilbur asked, realizing he had yet to ask after a moment's awkward silence. The kid studied him for a moment before answering.

“It’s Tommy. It’s um, nice to meet you, Wilbur.”

Huh? He didn’t remember introducing his name? Or did he? Oh Phil probably told him. That would make sense.

“Ah Wilbur! I see you’ve met Tommy.” Think of the devil and they appear, as Phil walked into the kitchen to stand next to him by the counter. 

“Sorry about that Tommy. I had a call from my co-worker about one of the files I’d given them today.”

Tommy remained still, keeping his eyes trained down avoiding both his and Phil’s gazes. They exchanged concerned looks before Phil motioned for Wilbur to follow him out of the room. 

“We’ll be back in a minute Tommy. Just gotta talk to Wil about some family stuff.” Tommy flinched minutely, but kept his head down and gave a slight nod before Phil and Wilbur exited the room.

“Where in Prime did he come from Dad?” Wilbur demanded when they were both out of ear shot. 

“I have no idea Wil. Kid barely uttered a word on the way here and kept stopping to stare at the strangest things.” “What do you mean?” “He stopped and stared at a bicycle, letter box, phone booth, a trampoline, another letter box, a tree and then at his own hands several times on the way here. Honestly Wil, you’d think Tommy’s never seen any of these things before just based on how long he stared at each object.” “Oh Prime, are you serious?” Wilbur uttered in disbelief.

“Maybe they’ve got a concussion? Tommy did say he ran into a street lamp right? Maybe that’s a side effect?” “I don’t think so.” Phil replied, crossing his arms, a frown forming on his lips. “I don’t think he hit the street lamp all that hard. I heard him running and turned too late to stop him before he ran into it. Then when I checked to see if he was okay, he had a full on panic attack!” “Phil, that's awful.” Wilbur gasped.

“The Kid already looks like s*** and acts like one wrong move and he’s done for.”

“I know! I don’t get it either.” Phil responded as he peered around the side of the office door frame to look at Tommy. The blonde was staring up at the clock, almost as still as a statue.

“You should have seen him when he was coming here Wil. I don’t know what happened to him, but it’s as if he’s at war with himself.”

“Well it can’t have been good.” The brunette huffed in annoyance. “What is he? 14, 15? He looks like he’s been dragged through hell in those clothes and hasn’t eaten in what? Days? Prime, has he eaten anything ever?!?” 

Phil walked over to where Wilbur was seated at his desk, and rested his hand on his shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t know Wil, but I’m hoping we’ll find out soon. He just needs some time to settle. When Techno gets back, then we can figure out how to help him.” 

“I know. You’re probably right.” Wilbur said as he reached up and squeezed his father’s hand. “I hope we can.” 

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Tommy stared blankly at the clock on the wall. He’d been stuck Human Bean size for roughly what he felt was 2 hours as he’d watched the long stick thingy in the clock complete 2 full rotations, the smaller stick thingy moving two numbers over. It was the only thing he could do without the fear of wrecking something at this new size. 

When he first grew, he thought he was imagining it from how hard his head had been throbbing. But when he had heard Phil’s voice and looked up locking eyes with the Bean, he’d been terrified which had resulted in a panic attack. He has no idea how Phil had calmed him down but he knew that no matter what, he couldn’t shrink down now. Because despite this entire fiasco, it seemed Phil didn’t know he was in fact not a Bean and was instead a Borrower. 

But could he even call himself that anymore? 

Borrowers can’t change their size at will?! What even was he? 

He didn’t know how he’d grown in the first place, let alone know how to shrink back down! Prime! He didn’t even know if he could?! Tommy hadn’t had very long to dwell on those thoughts though. Not when Phil had offered to bring him home, unknowingly saving him from his inner turmoil.

However, even with his new size it was difficult for Tommy to focus on his current situation. The Borrowers at the colony had always said he got easily distracted and that’s what would get a Borrower killed. They’d punished him very harshly every time he had so it was very difficult to focus on following Phil back to the house when everything was just so different. So many new things he’d never seen before or at such a different size. It was alienating in a way, yet he was curious and wanted to know about it all!

So he didn’t understand why when he’d first slipped up, staring at what’s apparently called a Bye-see-call, he hadn’t died by the human’s hand there and then. He’d gotten distracted and needed to be punished, so surely the punishment from them would be 100x worse than what any Borrower could do? But Phil had just simply looked at him oddly before asking if he was alright, asking him why he was staring at the strange contraption with a confused crooked smile. It didn’t make sense! Even after he continued to slip up staring at something else, the man was patient and unknowingly provided answers for what objects were with a smile. 

Don’t get him wrong, he was beyond excited he was learning more about his surroundings, but surely if Phil knew what he really was, this whole situation would be completely different? Yeah that had to be it. If Phil didn’t know he was a Borrower, then he had no reason to harm him. As long as he was big, he was safe. 

But how long could that last? He didn’t know how to become small again and even if he did, he couldn’t with the Bean around. He was trapped in the very place he had tried to get home to and now Wilbur was back. He’d already mucked up, getting ahead of himself responding brashly to Wilbur’s comment about the street lamps. He couldn’t afford to lose focus. He eventually let his eyes wander from the clock to around the kitchen. It was so strange looking at everything at his new size. So familiar yet, so wrong. His eyes soon came to rest upon the bag Phil had taken to work. He’d emptied it of the papers and files when they had first arrived and left the bag sitting on the counter; the cow keychain poking out of it ever so slightly. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat and stared at it in disgust. If he had just left it alone. He didn’t even like its stupid adorable little face anyways. It probably felt really itchy and scratchy to the touch anyways. Tommy hadn’t actually gotten a chance to feel it properly when he tried to unhook it from the keychain. He was too focused on it to take notice of its texture. Besides, it wouldn’t fill the burning desire to fill the hollow feeling in his chest. It was just a dumb cow. Why the hell would he want something as stupid that for all those dumb reasons? He was snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of footsteps made their way back towards the kitchen. ‘Wilbur’ his mind supplied judging by the clinking of the quick, long strides the Bean made whilst walking across the wooden floors. 

As predicted, the Bean walked back around the counter taking a seat back in front of him, leaning forward perched on their elbows. “So Tommy, you hungry?” “Not really.” Tommy lied. He was in fact absolutely starving and exhausted from all the adrenaline he’d been riding the past few hours. He hadn’t eaten anything since last night when he’d gone out on his supply run, but he didn’t want to be a nuisance to the Crafts, but he also didn’t know what he was supposed to do while they were around. “Well, we were thinking we’d get pizza for dinner. Anything in particular you’d like?” Wilbur asked, oblivious to Tommy’s inner turmoil.

“Um, what's Pe-sa?” Testing the strange word out on his tongue, a questioning look on his face. Clearly that was not the right response because Wilbur just stared at him with a furrowed brow puzzled.

“You-you don’t know what Pizza is?” He asked incredulously. “Ha! Just kidding! Of course I know what Pee-za is!” Tommy laughed nervously, trying to play the interaction off as a joke.

“Just get whatever you’d like haha...”

“Uh okay then…” Wilbur stood, giving him a weird look before taking out his phone thingy, pressing buttons on it, making a call to order the pizza. That was a close one.

He sat and waited some more while Wilbur and Phil got things set up for dinner, Tommy returning to stare at various objects before the sound of a doorbell brought him out of his thoughts and the pizza was placed on the counter.

“Eat as much as you like Tommy.”

He gave a timid smile before looking to the box as it was opened and his mouth dropped open. A large circular flat piece of bread covered with red sauce stared Tommy back in the face. It was layered in different kinds of meats and topped with melted cheese, the glorious smell of it wafting through the air filling his nose with a heavenly aroma. So this is Pitza. The thing he’d watched many Beans eating during their movie nights or football finals was sitting before him. He’d smelled it many times wafting through the vents and had tried before to get his hands on a slice. But his only success were the few cold pieces of the crust that some smaller Beans didn’t want. This Peaza though was whole, hot and for him. He picked up a slice and bit into it. 

It was an explosion of flavour and even better than he’d ever imagined. It was like a party in his mouth. No, it was like, TEN parties in his mouth and all at the same time! It was so good in fact, Tommy began to stuff the slice into his mouth. He couldn’t get enough! It was the best damn thing he’d ever eaten!!! “Slow down mate! Don’t want you to choke.” Tommy immediately froze. 

Right. He wasn’t alone in the walls. 

He was in the Crafts kitchen, eating with Phil and Wilbur. Slowly Tommy lowered the rest of the slice he was eating, swallowing the last mouthful with a heavy gulp. How could he forget? He’s eating with Beans. He can’t afford to get over excited and eat as much as he wants. They’d get mad with him for eating too much of their food and then they’d hurt him for being greedy! Slowly he finished the rest of the slice before returning his hands to his lap. “Hey it's alright if you’d like another slice Tommy.” Phil said to him, Tommy glancing up slightly from the remaining pizza. “Just wanted you to slow down is all.” Tommy stared at the pizza, the gloss of the melted cheese tempting him to take another slice tauntingly close. He wanted more. “Uh no thanks.” He lied, closing the lid of the pizza box. “I’m good.” “If you’re sure. We can always heat it up later if you change your mind.” Ignoring the alluring urge for another slice, Tommy allowed his eyes to wander around the room again. He looked at the shelves and to the clock, but found his eyes trailing back down to the cow keychain once more. This time however, Wilbur took notice. “You like that keychain huh?” They mused as Tommy looked away, his face flushed.

“Would be better if it didn’t have that chain bit attached to it.” Tommy murmured as he glanced at the small trinket. “Ruins the softness of the cow.” “If you like, I can remove it from the chain.” He didn’t wait for an answer, as Wilbur carefully began to remove the chain from the plushies stitching. Tommy watched silently as the Bean worked, before he finished and deposited the now chainless plush in front of him. “There we go. What do we think?” He didn’t reply, instead continuing to stare at the small plush. He didn’t- he didn’t think that Wilbur would actually take it off the chain. He really wanted to pick it up. Wanted to take it back into the walls with him. Wanted- “Alright boys, I think we should get Tommy here to bed.” Phil spoke up, interrupting Tommy’s train of thoughts. “You’ve had a pretty big day and I think it would be best if we got you settled and spoke more about things in the morning.” Tommy gave a little nod before standing to follow Phil, eyes trailing down to look at the cow plush one last time before leaving to follow. They walked through the house, Phil leading Tommy into the guest bedroom as he recalled, Wilbur trailing from behind. “You can sleep in here for the night Tommy.” Phil led him into the little room. 

Tommy had been in here many times before. The Beans often used it for storage due to Phil’s ‘Dad hoarding’ habits, as the twins called it, so there was always something easy to borrow. The walls were a plain white and the room itself had a tall bookshelf, a nice desk and single bed with light green bedding. It was quaint despite the array of misfit clutter.

“If you wanted to wash up before bed, I’m sure we could find you something to wear.” Wilbur said as he followed in after Phil and Tommy. “You also don’t have to if you’re not comfortable Tommy.” Phil chimed in. “There’s no pressure.” “Thank you.” he responded quietly before moving towards the bed. Tommy didn’t want to be any more of a bother than what he already had been. The room was enough and the thought of a bath right now while nice also worried him. Water was treated like gold in the old colony and wasting too much of it to bathe in was massively frowned upon. The phantom pain of the scars on his back throbbed slightly at the thought of the last time he’d had a proper bath. He had used the cold streams to wash up many times since the ‘bathing incident’. “Well alright then.” Phil sighed softly as he moved for the door. “The bathroom is down at the end of the hall and to the right if you need it.” Tommy gave a little nod as he watched Phil and Wilbur begin to exit the room. “If you need anything, just let us know. Wilbur’s next door to you and I’m across the hall. If you hear the doors open later tonight, don’t be alarmed. It's just Techno coming home from study.” ‘I know, but thanks’ Tommy thought to himself as Phil left the room, turning his attention now to how Wilbur was wavering by the door frame silently, debating something before nodding and making his way back into the room. “I thought you might like this.” He said as he placed a small brown and white object on the nightstand. The cow plush. “You can have it if you want. I don’t think anyone would mind.” 

Tommy simply stared at the small toy mouth slightly agape, not noticing the way Wilbur smiled softly at him.

“Hope you sleep well Tommy.” Wilbur said as he left the room, swiftly closing the door behind him.

Tommy glared at the cow plush in disgust. It was all the stupid things fault he was in this mess in the first place! If he hadn’t wanted it so badly and just left it alone, stuck to staying within the walls, none of this would have happened! He wouldn’t have gotten stuck in Phil’s bag. He wouldn’t have fallen out of it. He wouldn’t have nearly gotten lost. He certainly NEVER would have grown to be Bean size and gotten stuck at it too! The realization that he was still stuck at this size hit him full force in that moment.

Shit

He had no idea how to become small or if this shift was permanent. He didn’t know how long he could pretend to be a Human Bean before the Crafts got suspicious or kicked him out. Trying to be quiet and submissive may have worked in the old colony, but even they got rid of him as soon as they could. He just wanted to be his normal 3 inch tall self again. Curl up, tucked in small, safe and sound in his little home in the walls. He wanted to be small. He wanted to go home.

Tommy looked over to the small plush again, the once big toy to him now not even half the size of one of his index fingers. Despite all the grief it had caused him, he still wanted it. Still wanted to hold it close and make all the worry wash away. Wanted to feel like he would be loved okay.

He leaned over and gingerly picked up the cow plush and laid down, curling tightly into a ball on the bed as silent tears began to trail down his face.

It was the softest thing he had ever touched.

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Just out of Reach, but Never out of sight

HIIIIIII! I DID IT! I HAVE WRITTEN AN AU :000

Okay okay okay! This is gonna be my first ever multi chapter story so fingers crossed I actually keep up with this but I really hope you guys love it as much as I do! Thank you to @a-xyz-s for proof reading <3

Chapter 1: Alone

ch 2 , ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

cw: abandonment (its touched on but nothing major I think), general fear, panic and anxiety (ya know standard terrified borrower), fear of death, word count: 2611

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A Sinner’s Redemption

A “what if” fanfic series based on The Last of Us 

Main Master List

(HBO Television series and video game)

Playlist: A Sinner’s Redemption

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Disclosure: I do not own the plot or the characters from The Last of Us. This is a “what if” fic based on the HBO television series and the game The Last of Us. 

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Cupcake

They didnt know your birthday.

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“Hey bonnie, you busy? I have a ton of paperwork to do but i was planning on- whats that?” Soap stops his rambling questions upon seeing me with an open flame.

I look down at the candle on the cupcake, it was halfway melted from when i had lit it. The wax was already mixing with the frosting.

“Yeah but its all good.” I say trying to sound light hearted.

I got up and pinched the flame out not bothering to make a wish.

“I can do the writing dont worry about it. Go have fun.” I say looking back to Soap in my doorway.

I walk over and softly grab the files in his hand, expecting him to hand them over easy and take his leave. Only he doesn’t, he doesn’t even move, he hadn’t looked away from the lone cupcake on the counter.

“Hey if im gonna do it i need the files.” I say trying to pull them out of his grasp without ripping them. Only then he looks down at me, i was surprised when i couldnt read his expression. The man was usually an open book, you could read him cover to cover without flipping the page.

“What is that.” It was more of a statement than a question, like he knew but couldn’t believe what it meant.

I look back to the treat i had bought myself, a little more than just confused now as i look back at him. “It’s a cupcake?” I say now skeptical. “Its not gonna bite you, relax.” I joke hoping he would snap out of it.

Soap stares at me still unreadable in the doorway, he takes the papers back and walked down the hall to presumably Prices room without another word. I close my door for the night, no need for anyone else to be upset with my presence today. It seemed no one was remotely happy with me all damn day and that for lack of better words was the cherry on top.

I hadnt expected anything to happen on my birthday, not really anyway. I hadnt brought up my birthday with the team and i had only joined the 141 less than 10 months ago. They hadnt asked and i never told so really it wouldve been my own fault if i had expected anything. But i had hoped for at least a happy birthday wish, as stupid as that sounds. I had thought for sure as the Captain, Price wouldve known my birthday and maybe he wouldve said something, anything. But wishful thinking can hurt worse than a bullet.

When i had emerged from my room this morning to find Gaz had started our usual run without me that had hurt a little, but no worries i can catch up or just run it alone. Only Gaz had stopped running after i started and had gone back to the barracks. I had shrugged it off then.

Later was Ghost, he quite literally ghosted me on training together, it was supposed to start at noon on the dot. Nothing, not a text, not a call, not even 4 hours later. It was when i was training recruits that i saw why, Ghost and Soap had been at the range all day. Shooting the new guns Soap and i had agreed to try out together.

So three of the four men i worked with day in and day out had done something completely out of character. Surely Price would break the cycle of today.

I decided to test it out, walking to his office across the base. I decide i need to start telling the guys more about myself, hell, did they know anything personal about me? They never really asked so i didnt worry about it. I knew so much about them, i could recall all of their favorite movies, food, drinks, guns, knife brands, i could even remember the family members theyve talked about and Soap had so many. But i cant remember telling them any of that about me. By the time i got to Prices office im so lost in thought i almost just walk on in. Luckily im pulled from my thoughts hearing Price on the phone, louder than normal.

“I dont care if the best is on my damn team i need to be able to trust every single person on it! Im not keeping someone if i cant trust them!” The other person talks calmer more trying to coax him to relax.

Price still raises his voice annoyed. “I don’ know shite about’em! Im done, im not having this conversation anymore.” Hanging up the phone he sighes loudly. I blink back tears in succession.

He didn’t trust me? I get not knowing much but i didn’t hide things from them, if they asked i wouldve told? I didn’t mean to make them not trust me, i just didn’t want to share if they didn’t want to know. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean for any of it. How did it get this bad? How did i miss the signs of them pulling away, i hadnt seen anything different up until today.

But now it made sense, Gaz wouldn’t want to run with someone he couldn’t trust, Ghost would never train someone he didn’t trust, and why would Soap test guns with me? It was so obvious now.

I wipe my tear streaked face and walk quickly back to our- their, barracks. I couldn’t call it ours anymore, i wasn’t part of the team. Id need to pack, id need to find a new team again. Only i didn’t want to and that just caused me to cry again. I loved the guys with everything now, it took me so long to let them in and just as long to get Ghost to trust me, i thought everything was okay. It was so perfectly fine just 12 hours ago.

I walk into my room shutting the door quietly, packing wouldn’t take long, i didn’t have much. I hadnt joined with more than a duffel bag to my name. I could still fit everything in that bag in the corner of the room. But when i opened the fridge is when I remembered the cupcake i had bought myself.

Now here i was packing after Soap had walked out, i didn’t relight the candle, i didn’t really have a wish that could come true. The only one i could think of is that today hadn’t happened at all. But it was bound to happen if Price was that upset on the phone. Better to jump ship than to be pushed. I finish up packing and look around, nothing of mine, nothing that could show i had even been there at all except a lone cupcake on the counter. And thats exactly how i had lived before the 141, why would now be any different. Price had said in the beginning that i could change the room however i wanted, glad i didn’t.

Walking out of the barren room i could hear voices down the hall, some louder than others, seemed like an argument. I turned and began the walk to the front base gate, no longer do i need to worry them with my presence. No longer did they need to worry about an untrusted stranger.

Should i make a part 2?

[picklehat3r]

G/t Wiki

Hey yall, I've considered making a wikidot to act as a directory for G/t content and wanted to gauge interest! It would basically just be a hub to find a lot of the writing and art that's spread out across tumblr, ao3, and a bunch of other sites. Users would be able to share links to works they find (to give the original creators proper credit), or even post their own work directly to the site if they wanted.

I figure that this could be a good way to differentiate the SFW G/t community from the NSFW Macro/Micro stuff. Lemme know what you guys think, and I'll try to set up a prototype soon!

[picklehat3r]

Ok guys. I need you to hear me out.

Hear me out.

So a tiny person who is stuck in the Parable with the Narrator and Stanley, but due to safety reasons they do have to stay with the Narrator most of the time.

And it's a VERY slow process, but slowly they come to trust the Narrator. It's no longer tentative or anything...

Then Stanley does the Countdown Ending.

It's unintentional fearplay ON THE SPOT. This person the tiny felt was a friend and trustworthy person despite his attitude and size has become merciless and cruel, WILLINGLY watching someone die and causing it for fuck sake.

Surely if he would do that to someone he has been stuck in the Parable with for, maybe, years just for entertainment, he would do it to them as well?

The harsh words and laugh sends chills down the tiny's spine and they bolt. Narrators too caught up in the story to notice any of this.

Now he's left wondering afterwards why his small friend is hiding from him.

[picklehat3r]

my favorite g/t trope is the "oh shit my giant friend is actually *really* scary" realization while the giant protects the tiny

[picklehat3r]

Omg imagine a Sibling!Tangerine and Lemon x Sibling!reader where when they’re on the Bullet Train, things of theirs keep disappearing, the case, their phones, wallets, etc… Turns out Y/n, a 15 year old girl had been pickpocketing the both of them, and she’s so good at it that the two expert assassins didn’t even notice until she took something bigger lol, the case hshs. Anyways, after they deal with the Prince, they come in guns blazing expecting the thief to be another assassin, not just a kid and they take her under their wing and she reminds them of a younger them🥲

@gh0stsp1d3r @pretty-little-mind33 @j23r23

[picklehat3r]

Hi there! Can you do a continuation of platonic squid game where the teen reader dies during the game, Like slowly dies as she calls out to character like (ahjussi, apparently, or unnie..)

Season 2 Squid Game Characters with Teen!Reader who dies in one of the games

Pairing: Platonic!Squid Game Characters x Teen!Reader

Warnings: death, angst, guilt

Author's Note: it's so HARD to find season 2 gifs for this. But thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it!

Want a request for a Squid Game character like this one? Check out my latest post, read my request guidelines and send a request!

Read on Wattpad & AO3 here

Seong Gi-Hun

It feels like the universe is punishing him

He lost so many people before, he thought he was numb to tears

He cries and falls to the floor not caring who's around

Tries to keep strong to finish the game but feels like he shouldn't be alive

Young-il

I believe honestly that he would still keep the cold look but he'll cry when he's in the dormitory

He'll have a "talk" with the guard that killed you

Tries to ignore his feelings of grief but it's distracting him from the game

Thanos (Player 230)

Tries to keep his chill persona like Young-il

But when he's in the bathroom he'll be crying

He didn't expect to be attached but it was too late

Would snap if anyone brought up your name

Kang Dae-Ho

Would feel like he failed protecting you

Your face of your last moments would haunt him

During the battle against the guards he would keep thinking of you and your lifeless body

Lee Myung-Gi

Tries to deny it at first

But hearing your number be announced that you're eliminated is all too real

Your bed is empty and everything of you is now a memory

Between Jun-Hee and your death, he wants to change and turn things around

Park Min-Su

Is paralyzed when he sees your dead body or sees you get shot

Tries to hold it in, but is crying when he sleeps

You were the only thing close to being a real friend for him, besides Thanos

He chooses X, afraid what Thanos will do, but does it honor of you

Nam-Gyu

Doesn't show his emotions with the others, as he's afraid he'll be seen as weak.

But when everyone's asleep, he goes to your bed (Like how he did when Thanos died) and just cries

Wants to vote X, but is scared of Thanos so he chooses O

Jun-Hee

She finally has a real sense that this game is indeed cruel

Tries to keep strong but breaks down in the bathroom

Holds her stomach real close as she tries to think how she'll make it out of here, as you should have.

Cho Hyun Ju

If you die in the mingle game, guilt will overcome her

She presses X for you, most likely knowing she won't get out due to the majority of Os being voted

Your empty bed in the dormitory haunts her as she misses your laugh and your plans to get out

Se-Mi

Tries to keep her chill persona up

But seeing you die snapped something inside of her

She immediately thinks of Min-su and is afraid to lose him too

Votes X because of you, knowing that Thanos and Nam-gyu would hate her afterwards. But she doesn't care, all she misses is you

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