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cdroloisms · 1 year ago

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Anticipation & Survival

woo :D was able to participate this time with a little fic, hopefully this means i'll have the time to try and write more consistently again :') hope you guys enjoy 2.8k words of c!Dream being Normal and Fine and c!Sam being absolutely miserable.

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The prison is working out well.

Dream spins the clock. The background is mostly a sunny blue sky, with the slightest creep of dark blue rotating in along the right. The sun is a bright dandelion yellow. It’s afternoon. Maybe two, three o’clock. He’s been tracking the days by sunset, when the clock is split in equal halves of blue and navy. Ranboo visits too, to corroborate the time, but it’s a good habit to keep track while he can. It’s been seven days. A whole week.

Besides Ranboo, there’s been one visit. Tommy. He’s seen three people, since being put in here. Tommy, Ranboo, and Sam. He’s eaten twenty potatoes. Counting is mundane, but so is everything now. There isn’t much to do in prison. Just sweat, and stare at lava, and stare at obsidian when that makes his eyes hurt, and wait for Sam to come in and check that he’s not been doing anything stupid, and wait for visitors, and eat and drink and sleep. It’s not a big room. He wouldn’t say it’s a particularly small one, either. The ceiling’s a little low, and there’s not anywhere to run, of course, but there’s plenty of room to pace and sit and lie down straight and he can sit down on the chest fine without hitting his head on stone. It’s not like he’ll need much space to carry out any plans in the foreseeable future. The cell is absent of certain comforts—a cot, for one, for obvious reasons—but once you get used to that, and the food, and the heat, it’s really not that bad. It’s not like he’s any stranger to roughing it.

From a certain point of view, it’s almost relaxing. Sam is predictable. Almost more of a clock than the clock he’s given him, which is half the reason Dream throws it in the lava at all; Sam is reliable. His reactions are reliable. He gets food delivered twice a day, once in the morning, once at night. The nightly visit is accompanied by questioning, and occasionally Sam comes into the cell around midday to interrogate him too. Dream cooperates. Why shouldn’t he? He’s already spilled his whole plan to everyone on the mountain, gloated to Tommy, who has surely run his mouth to everyone within earshot by now. There’s no point to him being cagey at this point; no, better to rave and rant about Tommy and exile and his plan in the mountain, better to let Sam get all the information he wants and watch his eyebrows knit in disgust. Sam raises his voice, Dream answers his questions, Sam storms off. He’s even started watching the clock, just out of curiosity, and Sam leaves his cell pretty much the same time every day. Clockwork.

There was one day when Sam didn’t come at all and Dream had—a moment, admittedly, embarrassing enough, just a string of disconnected thoughts about what would happen if the Warden of the prison suddenly dropped dead and died—but Sam had been right there the next day, looking more miserable than Dream has ever seen him. He made a quip about skipping work that made Sam snap at him; Dream takes it as a good sign, that the man guarding him seems to be more pained about the fact that he left him alone for a day than Dream was bothered about the disappearance of the single person responsible for every aspect of his life for the foreseeable future. That’s Sam, though. Dependable. Dedicated. Never one to not take his job seriously. If Dream put Sapnap in charge of the prison, he’d probably starve to death before the first month was up, but Sam looks like he’d rather fall on his own sword than leave Dream alone for a full twenty-four hours again; Dream has it in him to feel bad that he’s putting the guy to work for the sake of his own vacation. Just, a little bit.

Back to his point. The prison is relaxing. Really. It’s boring, sure, but obviously he expected that; he’s never had so little to do before. He wakes up at night (he’s been attempting to sleep at nighttime, just because the light apparently is supposed to mess with you, but his sleep schedule has been shot for months so it’s not like it really matters to him all that much) with his brain racing, grasping for a list of tasks to do, only to come up empty. It’s a bit of a marvel. He thinks it’s funny. Yeah, brain, he’s in his—vacation arc. They’re doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just like they planned. Nobody’s getting into this place to kill him, not without smacking face-first into, like, a billion security protocols, not without dealing with Sam’s workaholic Warden schtick on their ass. He’s even getting food hand-delivered to him. Full service! Or something.

He spins the clock again. Tommy gave him books to write. Sam flipped through them, asked questions, Dream answered. He’s not writing answers for them. He might throw them in the lava, if Sam doesn’t just confiscate the damn things; Dream knows he wants Tommy nowhere near him. Fair enough. Maybe he can write some long-ass manifesto about how much he wanted Tommy’s discs for Sam to chew on, if he gets bored enough. He laughs a little at the thought as he thinks it—okay, yeah, nah. He’s not at that point yet.

He lies down. Horizontal. The ground is hot, but everything’s hot, and he’s getting used to it at this point; better hot than cold, honestly. He’d rather sleep here than out in the snow. The ceiling is a plane of unbroken black stone. Dream raises his hand, splays out his fingers. His nails are starting to get long. Nothing to file them down with in here…teeth it is. Whatever. He lets his hand fall back to the ground, sighing. His eyes glance over at the clock.

Barely any time has passed. Still hours before Sam comes back. Dream bites back a low groan. Fine, fine, the boredom is getting to him. A little bit. He’s not surprised—it’s not like he’s ever done well with sitting still—but it’s still, annoying. He waves his arms and legs like he’s making a snow angel in the obsidian. Or doing jumping jacks. He should do jumping jacks, maybe. He’s got a basic workout routine to do daily—or several times a day, when there’s nothing else to do (there’s always nothing else to do, but whatever), but he’s not in the mood for it right now.

He clicks his tongue, just to hear himself. He talks to himself, sometimes, but he has to be careful what he says. Not that it’s not a good thing to keep up, though, for the madman routine. It’s much better to talk to himself when he knows he has an audience, muttering Tommy, Tommy, Tommy in those minutes before Sam enters his cell. Fun, even. Sometimes he writes out evil speeches to give in his notebooks, burning the pages in the lava before Sam arrives. He shouldn’t get reckless with it or anything, pushing the things too far past the point of absurdity, but at this point he could probably get away with saying—just about anything. He could blather on about how he wanted to keep Tommy in a cage and play his dumb little discs to him all day until he goes insane, and Sam would write all of that down in his—book with his face twisted up under his helm while Dream tries not to break down laughing and give away the whole ruse. Not that laughing doesn’t work out for him either, to be fair. He’s gotten pretty good at the villain laugh.

Dream stands up. He looks at the clock mounted in the item frame; the sliver of night sky on the right side has grown just slightly wider, enough to expose the slightest edge of one white-dotted star. Still hours before sunset. He pulls it off the wall, watching the background tick ever slowly forward. The gold gleams, polished to a mirror finish.

Sam’s craftsmanship is unmistakable, even with something as small as this. He almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.

He holds the clock up to the lava, keeping it in his hand for as long as he can handle it before the heat against his palm makes him shove it entirely under the flow, watching it disappear through strings of smoke. The crackling noise fades back into the normal hisses and pops after a few seconds; the smoke will linger for longer. Dream stands there, the lava’s heat at his face. It hurts his eyes to look at.

…whatever.

He backs away. Then claps, brushing his palms against each other. Clock’s been burned. Another item of his daily itinerary handled—not that he does this daily. Has to keep Sam on his toes, right? The crazy prisoner isn’t supposed to be the predictable one, not like the ever-punctual Warden. This is—important, he’s decided, for his image. Well, not important, maybe, but it’s calculated. Beneficial. Nobody sane takes the one thing they have in their cell and destroys it repeatedly for literally no reason. Sam’s prisoner, the crazy guy that was trying to take over the server, isn’t sane. No one questions why an insane guy tries to control everyone with a bunch of shit he doesn’t even have, why he thinks he can keep someone locked up in a two-by-one box with a couple of iron bars, why he listens to a guy threatening to kill himself when he can literally raise the dead. It’s all set dressing. Method acting. One or the other, or both; it’s not like he’s ever watched a real play in his life. All that matters is that everyone thinks he’s crazy because no one asks a crazy guy why he’s acting crazy, and crazy people do stuff like obsess over stupid pieces of vinyl and talk to themselves and destroy their own shit for no reason.

(Which probably makes Tommyinnit a crazy person, ha.)

Sam will come back. Soon. He will bring potatoes with him, and investigate the cell, and see the missing clock. He will complain. He will threaten Dream, rave about the destruction of prison property, telling him that he won’t replace it. He will question him about Tommy. And tomorrow morning, a new clock will be put in its place. Honestly, Sam would probably give himself an aneurysm if he had to look at the cell with one of its components missing. It seems like the kind of thing to bother him too much not to set straight. And tomorrow, maybe Dream will throw the clock into the lava again, and maybe he won’t. He’ll see.

He’s the one that decides, in the end.

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Sam checks his comm again as he waits for the lava to fall, head already pounding. He’s had an on-and-off migraine ever since his night with the Egg, and the current wave shows no sign of abating any time soon. If he could have it his way, he’d be back in his bed, Fran curled up beside him, where it’s dark and quiet and comfortably cool instead of sweating half to death in a suffocating suit of full armor. Instead, he’s nursing a headache that only gets worse with every notification he reads off the log pulled up on his screen; he doesn’t even bother counting the string of [Dream tried to swm in lava] that appears under today’s date. The fact that it’s a seemingly longer list than the days previous does little to help his already bad mood.

He still has no idea what Dream hopes to achieve by doing this, besides attention. Not that Sam has even been trying to give him that, these days; he visits twice a day, once at 9 the morning and once at 6 in the afternoon, and then leaves the prisoner to himself. Sam doesn’t answer to him. He’s not going to get the same reaction he got the first time he pulled this stunt, when Sam had rushed into the cell in the middle of the night, heart in his throat after running halfway across the server, only to find Dream waiting for him in the middle of his cell with his mask smiling back mockingly. If he’s hoping to stir Sam into a panic again, he’s sorely mistaken. But still Dream continues. He’s probably just doing it to get a reaction out of him. He probably thinks that’s funny.

Dream is standing, waiting for him. Muttering to himself, he thinks he can hear. Sam pulls the lever for the bridge and steps on it, his sword in hand, wanting to get this visit over and done with as quickly as possible. He might sleep in the Warden’s quarters here, tonight, just to avoid the commute back to his base. Yeah, that sounds good. All he has to do is survive one conversation with Dream.

The prisoner has stopped talking to himself by the time Sam steps into the cell, lifting his chin as he looks at him.

“Hi, Sam.”

Sam makes a vague noise of acknowledgement, not more than a low grunt. His eyes scan the room from left to right, stopped prematurely by the sight of the empty item frame mounted on the wall. His headache grows exponentially worse in an instant, a stabbing pain hammering itself into the back of his skull. He grits his teeth.

He should’ve expected this. He knows he should’ve expected this.

“Prisoner.”

“Sam,” Dream replies, his smile audible in his voice. Sam closes his eyes, a prayer flitting across his overtaxed mind. God help him.

“Where’s your clock.” What’s the point of asking, even. Dream sways from foot to foot.

“I burned it?”

“Why did you do it. Again.” Dream shrugs. Sam steps forward, shoves him back. “Don’t be so dumb, Dream.”

The prisoner barely seems to react, his back hitting the wall. His voice is nearly sing-song. “Ohhh. I got you though.”

Sam wishes, not for the first time, that he didn’t have the work ethic that keeps him from coming into the cell drunk. Surely the prisoner cannot be any more infuriating to handle with the help of some alcohol. He holds the prisoner by his jaw and knocks his head back against the wall, gauntlet digging into the pale skin under the bottom edge of his mask.

“What is wrong with you!” Dream struggles, slightly. Sam kicks at his legs. “Don’t move. Answer my question.”

“Let go.”

“How many times have I told you not to burn the clock, Dream!” He knocks the back of his head against the wall, harder this time. The struggling stops. “Do you think it’s funny? I don’t have to replace your clock!”

Dream sounds a little dazed when he replies, arms crossed at his chest. “I just wanted to burn it. So I did.”

“That’s ridiculous. What is your problem.” He shakes his head by his jaw, once, then lets go, giving himself enough distance to swing a fist into Dream’s side, making him double over. He scoffs at the sight, anger white-hot. He knows he shouldn’t be letting the prisoner get to him. Knows that Dream is only doing this to mess with him, mess with him the same way he messes with everyone, trying to get into his head. His skull feels like it’s being split apart.

Dream stands up straight again. All Sam can see is the flat, smooth plane of his mask, that smile, unchanged. His hands, knotted into tight fists at his sides, shake. The heat pulsing behind his eyes feels like rage, and also almost feels like he’s going to cry.

He can’t do this. The realization is abrupt, but sure. Not tonight, not with this headache, not with Dream. He can’t go through the same song and dance, can’t sit here and examine the cell and give the prisoner his potatoes and go through questioning for an hour, can’t spend the rest of his night going over his words with a fine-toothed comb looking for the nuggets of truth hidden in the midst of the prisoner’s crazed ramblings. Hasn’t he done enough? For the whole server, for everyone, day after day he stands and faces the monster before him and day after day he stands strong; retreating now feels like weakness, but he can’t. He honestly, truly, can’t. He ignores the weight of the potatoes in his inventory and turns.

“Sam?” Dream speaks again when he’s reached the edge of the cell, sounding slightly winded. “What are you—?”

Sam pearls across the gap, slamming the lever to lower the lava wall as soon as his vision clears. Tomorrow, he will be the Warden of Pandora’s Vault. Tomorrow, he will stand toe-to-toe against the one he has been entrusted to keep and stand firm. Tomorrow, he will do as he must, as the one responsible for the survival of everyone and everything he holds dear.

Today, it’s just too much. He looks back to a wall of unbroken lava, only able to stare at it for a few seconds before turning away.

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box-architecture · 7 months ago

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An incredibly crack Students Benchtrio/Teacher Dream au, except its Benchtrio domming the hell out of this very tired man who would like to just do his job and take a long nap. Also omegaverse because you might as well add as much kink as possible.

(In bits and pieces shoved together because I originally made this a lot different and very small, and then my love went "actually what if we did it a little more like this" and now its actually a Whole Thing:tm:)

Dream is an omega teacher at a rich people private school. He's a lot more down to earth than most of the other teachers, can't be bribed with money and he doesn't give his students a free pass just because of their parents. He wants to teach his kids and he wants them to learn, dammit, now sit back down and stop insisting your father will hear about this.

Generally he's a pretty beloved teacher specifically Because he doesn't take shit and his teaching style feels very comfortable. He's always willing to lend an ear, gives good advice, pushes for students to think independently. Runs chess club, too, when he isn't burning himself out.

Tommy insists that he Hates Him.

Tommy absolutely cannot stand his awful teacher who demands he learn things and respect other peoples thoughts and opinions and isn't swayed by Tommy insisting he'll pass the class anyway. He challenges the way Tommy thinks, pushes him in a way no ones ever pushed him before, and the worst part is he's not even condescending or talking down to Tommy, He's Treating Him With Respect. Not like a dumb child who doesn't understand. Its awful. Dream was always so confident and an asshole and pretty and a bitch and Tommy would show him. Dream couldn't order him around with his stupid, pretty face. He was Tommy's teacher, not the other way around, and Tommy could do whatever he liked with him.

So of course he's gonna tell Tubbo about his plan, Tubbo's a good guy, he's Pack even, he'll help Tommy out. He has chess club with Dream too, right? He knows all about what Dream's like, he'll want to get involved.

Except when Tubbo agrees, he's not really agreeing for the reasons Tommy think he might.

Because yeah, Dream is the supervisor in charge of chess club, but no one goes to chess club anymore besides Tubbo. The students who usually went were busy this semester, or graduated last year, so its just Tubbo now, and it's a little…. silly, awkward, a little too serious, somehow, that it's just the two of them. But Tubbo comes to the front of the room and sits down with Dream at the bigger table with an already set up board, and they are In Public but there's also no one there with them and Tubbo Keeps Coming, and it's not awkward anymore, it's Good and Challenging and Intimate.

Dream is the one who taught Tubbo chess, when Tubbo got curious and went to chess club that first day. He was a good teacher for Tubbo, encouraged him and cheered on his wins and listened intently and treated Tubbo like a person inherently worthy of respect, something not even Tommy is always able to do. Dream is very much Tubbo's Teacher, His. Someday Tubbo would graduate and succeed at his personal ambitions, and he wanted Dream with him.

So Tubbo is in for a very different but somehow equally abnormal reason, and of course he ends up telling Ranboo, their boyfriend, much to Tommy's annoyance. Ranboo doesn't get it, Tommy complains. He likes Dream too much. Which is 100 percent true, because Ranboo is absolutely daydreaming, his class with Dream always has the sun facing their windows, making the sun shine on Dreams face and giving his hair a pretty halo. Ranboo staring staring staring longing to run his fingers through it. Imagining perfect, untouchable Dream unfurling like a flower when Ranboo touches him. A vulnerability he shows to no one else. The way Dream squeezed their shoulder when they were having a panic attack and made sure they were okay and their teacher was just So Pretty And Perfect-

Everyone is very normal and fine.

Rotating the day they put an anti suppressant in Dreams drink. How Ranboo probably distracted Dream by asking to speak in private while Tubbo slipped it in his water bottle.

Dream feeling a little warm, a little weirdly horny, but not making anything of it until the end of the day when Tubbo comes for Chess Club and brings his friends with him.

Dream jolting up because he smells Tommy and suddenly his heat is triggered full force. Dream's heat could immediately trigger from abruptly going off a suppressor, and Dream going into heat is the trigger for Tommy's rut.

And Dream of course would have been just fine going to the nurses office and then going home, but its after school, and Tommy immediately goes into rut and is Focused on Dream. But Dream is keeping the desk between them so Tommy needs to make a big show and Growl Lunge Snap Teeth at Tubbo and Ranboo until Dream darts between them and throws his hands out-

-and of course as soon as Dream throws himself in front of them to keep them safe Tommy is perfectly happy to get his hands on what he really wanted.

I think Tubbo should hold Dream in his lap while Tommy fucks him silly. Tubbo gets his hands underneath Dream's shirt and Ranboo cups his cheek and gives him little kisses even when Tommy gets growly because thats his job.

Tommy eventually is satisfied (young and eager but burns fast) and Dream is left still in heat and overwhelmed and He Needs but he should leave, he Needs to leave actually. Tommy is Tired and Satisfied and passes out. And Dream is still A Responsible Adult who will Leave Now and handle his heat Somewhere That Is Not Here Please God, but he's still a bit out of it and Needy and Tubbo and Ranboo…. take advantage of the Needy part and give him what he wants (touch and affection and petting his hair and sweet talk that makes Dream whimper because it feels degrading but he's also in heat and so the heat part of his brain says No Actually It Feels Good and he should let them take care of him.

and Tubbo will twist the situation much more expertly than Tommy's brute force ways and maybe even get Dream to say Yes I Want To (if he was in his right mind he would never agree) and Tubbo gets to "fuck him like he deserves."

(Something something Tubbo is absolutely a beta who thinks he's so rational and cool and calm and collected and a little cold. Beta stereotype of being Collected and Rational and not being affected by silly pheromones (like Tubbo doesn't have Dream on his lap sinking into his cock))

I think they should fuck him and then Ranboo should very carefully and gently pick him up and take him home.

Dream hasn't had a heat in a while, he usually takes suppressants, so it lasts for a few days, so of course Ranboo thinks he has to take responsibility. Its only fair after all they've asked of him. Ranboo will be the rational and advocating one of the three. Surely.

and its like a Friday evening so the school doesn't even notice until Dream calls them and tells them he can't come on Monday because of his heat.

and Ranboo is Very Much insane about Dream btw and very much ends up using his omega status as justification for A Lot Of Things like scenting Dream throughout the entire encounter, Constantly, nuzzling and purring and "Protecting him." and "Calming Him." Guards his scent gland, growls low and dangerous the one time Tommy tries to get his teeth near

Omegas Stick Together You See. They Look Out For Each Other. Very Normal.

Also something about eventually obviously Ranboo also Touches Dream but he can justify basically everything because it's omega4omega so it's Okay And Basically Not Even Sexual. "He's not sticking his dick in dream so is it really even sex you know." Like he isn't kissing Dream's scent gland and gently stroking his cock, gently playing with a nipple and licking into Dream's mouth on occasion. Its Just Normal Things™️and obviously if Dream is in Ranboo's nest its just gals being pals type behavior.

Dream is given one of Ranboo's bigger dress shirts to wear at his house. Maybe Ranboo even puts a plug in Dream to make his heat easier, kissing the marks Tommy made like you'd kiss a wound better.

Dream still has the instinct to hide his scent gland and to Protect Himself because He Cannot get bitten and be Mated he Must Not, but Ranboo is an omega so his instincts don't trigger and Ranboo can nuzzle and lick and kiss his scent gland and Dream might even feel Safe (and obviously Ranboo is very normal about this). Ranboo is Also normal about the fact that he thinks he knows how to pleasure Dream best because he knows what omegas like.

Dream, completely Heat Brained, quietly purring because He Is Protected Surely His Instincts Say He Is:

Ranboo who is filled with insanities:

Dream coming back to teaching trying his goddamn best to pretend everything is normal and treating benchtrio like nothing happened but Ranboo stays after class to ask a question and immediately takes advantage to step up and scent dream.

I think they should push Dream. Students That Have An Advantage x Teacher That Must Hide This Thing that happened and. keeps happening. Teacher will get blamed, Teacher will be The One Who Initiated even as he's being fucked on his desk by Tubbo.

I think that Dream wants to say No Chess This Week and bolt from the classroom but he takes a breath and grounds himself, and Tubbo comes in as usual, but there's something more relaxed about him than usual, and Dream notes it and tries not to think too much. Tubbo is excited and happy and calling him "bossman" like usual. They're playing chess. Dream relaxes too, listening to Tubbo talk about his day and offering words when needed.

And maybe they can move on from this and things can be normal. Surely.

Except of course, Tubbo takes one of Dreams pieces and asks casually. "Have you really not had a heat for like, six years, boss?"

Because Dream had admitted to it, during the heat. When Tubbo was soothing in his ear asking questions about what he needed. How long it had been. Did they need to be more gentle with him.

Dream pauses and the flush is already creeping but he tamps it down and tries to just be honest and straightforward with Tubbo, treating him with respect like he always has.

"That's correct."

And of course Tubbo pushes. Why did he have it that way for so long? What did he do before that? Did he miss it?

And Dream keeps calm and careful, even as Tubbo begins claiming more and more of his pieces. This was a normal talk between a young man and his mentor, Tubbo was capable of being mature about these things, even if Dream wouldn’t go so far as to divulge his more personal life.

And maybe Tubbo is flaring his scent a little, marking the pieces knowing full well what it'll do. Dream is post-heat, but he's still a bit unsteady, and then Tubbo is getting out of his chair, knocking Dreams king over in an effort to get in close. He feels Dreams forehead and cups his cheek, you doing okay, boss? You shouldn't push yourself after all that.

Dream trying to push his chair away from the table and Tubbo crowding too much to let him. Starting to put his hands on Dreams neck because Tommy bit too hard, didn't he? I know he did while making sure to get as much of his scent on Dream as possible.

(maybe even being a bit jealous with the pretext of only thought and care. Tommy was too rough, but Tubbo wasn't)

And Dream protests and says he's fine, but.

Dream stumbles out of his chair trying to bail, but he trips and then Tubbo is On him, reassuring him that he'll help Dream with the problem even as he's pulling down his pants and stuffing him full. Obviously Dream was still having some latent issues from his heat. Tubbo would take care of him. Dream just needed to learn to accept help. After all, six years without a heat? His body must be so unused to it. Better that Tubbo take care of him, the way Dream always took care of Tubbo. He could be trusted.

Something something rationalizes it to Dream and something something guilt trips him into letting him fuck him because he let Tommy fuck him when he Needed it, and Tubbo Needs it, more than anything, and it's unfair Tommy gets a pass just because he's an alpha. Betas still have needs, he still has needs.

Dream being bent over an empty desk, trying to argue even as he's manhandled by Tubbo, everything suddenly moving so very fast, only getting to hear Tubbo unbuckling his belt before he's stuffed full.

Dream's cock leaking onto the empty classroom's floor. How Dream thinks it won't be a problem because Tubbo just wants to fuck him, just wants to fill him up, wants to satisfy himself with his body. After Tubbo cums it will be over.

Tubbo has other ideas though, and reins in his youthful eagerness until Dream spills over first. After Tubbo has filled him up and Dream sets on to compose himself. The shamefulness of seeing evidence of it staining school grounds.

Consider that as Dream's next heat gets close, Tommy picks up on it through mild scent changes and brings benchtrio over to Dream's house during his heat imposed break, barges in the moment the doors open, and demands to be allowed to help with his heat. Practically goes into rut again the moment he starts touching Dream

Or maybe, Tommy goes into rut, and has them barge in, demands Dream help him through it. you're my teacher, you're supposed to help me with shit.

Or maybe now they're synced up even, after the incident, so of course Tommy is going to make Dream take responsibility for "causing" Tommy's rut while he's in heat.

-But also Dream trying to be in control of the situation, trying to get Tommy to leave, it's His House now, he won't have Tommy Demand things, he's going to put Tommy outside and yell at him to go find someone else to spend his rut with him.

Tommy obviously doesn't let him and Pushes and Demands and Dream starts backing up and it goes from "Tommy No" to "Tommy please", pleading and trying to negotiate, and then to "Just- Just be gentle this time, Tommy. Please"

And thinking demon thoughts about Dream being a little scared and panicked because Tommy Was So Rough Last Time and he doesn't want to take it again, Tommy didn't make it feel that good, can't they just leave him alone.

Dream being helpless Dream begging for kindness, his scent becoming sour and fearful and stressed and its a hundred times worst on his heat because he's supposed to be safe during heat. He needs to be taken care of, not bruised and bitten without sweetness. Tubbo and Ranboo becoming tenser and tenser the farther Dream's scent twists into FearTerrorPain, bristling and up in the arms the moment Dreams begging for gentleness like he was going to be hurt and left to rot. And Tommy doesn't even get halfway through his lunge before Tubbo is slamming into him and pinning him to the floor. Tying him up while Dream clings to Ranboo and comes back down.

Ranboo growling at Tommy when he thrashes and pulling Dream closer. Dream nuzzling almost mindlessly and chirping so soft it makes all three of them zero in

and Tubbo and Ranboo take care of Dream while Tommy has to watch and be helpless to do anything. Thrashing and being feverish in his rut, Needing to knot someone, Needing to knot Dream. Being delirious with it, trying to bargain and then resorting to pleading.

Tubbo make a show out of it to Tommy. Fucks Dream from somewhere Tommy can see Almost Everything. Makes sure to make Tommy fucking feral by making him watch as he enters Dream over and over again. How he can't do anything But watch, how Tubbo treats it as a kindness and something Tommy is lucky to be able to witness after What He Did. How Tommy's cock leaks and how his rut fogged brain makes his hips spasm in his restrains, whining desperate and needy to fill Dream's hole

(Years of repressed resentment at people treating him as less than Tommy for not being an Alpha. But Tubbo is the one who's making their omega feel safe, kissing the bruises that Tommy left and proving himself to be the one Dream goes to. (Dream might be theirs, but Tubbo feels Dream curl around him and feels the glow of triumph. His.))

Eventually they'll let Tommy fuck Dream (after Tubbo has filled him up) with the condition that Dream is the one that rides him.

Tommy isn't allowed to bruise or bite until the old ones have faded and he can prove himself to be Gentler.

Something about Dream eventually sinking himself into Tommy's knot while Tommy thrusts into him, shallow and desperate.

Dream whimpering from the stretch but biting his lip and trying to stay still while waiting for it to come down, but having the need for another orgasm build again. not being able to stop himself from shallowly moving his hips and making Tommy groan.

Tubbo coming up from behind to scent Dream. understanding he needs to cum again and circling his stretched rim with his fingers to make Dream whimper, and then jerking him off while whispering filthy things in his ear.

I think that Tubbo barks at Tommy to stop being so pushy even when he's tied down and Dream is riding his cock, because he keeps trying to thrust up, to control the pace, to fuck Dream as hard as he can

Dream's heat ends up triggering Ranboo's heat. I imagine he and Dream end up in Dream's bedroom in a nest that Dream had already partially made before Benchtrio showed up. Ranboo and Dream cuddling in the nest, Dream trying to keep him safe because He's Older He's Supposed To Protect but Ranboo refusing to let Dream use his body as his shield (like omegas used to do, back in the old days. The older omegas would protect the younger ones by covering them with their bodies, so they would take the first blow if something happened.) Ranboo keeping them both curled up and kissing Dreams scent gland and purring when Dream nuzzles his own.

rotated vaguely something about Ranboo wanting Dream to fuck him and fill him up and how Dream is vehemently against the idea because That's A Line He Must Not Cross, and something about Ranboo coercing/convincing him to do it.

Maybe something about how Dream helped Tommy through his rut and Ranboo now Needs this and Dream doesn't want to. Another way for Dream to allow himself to be used. Ranboo Is Simply Using Him For His Needs, Surely. Dream is just doing his duty. Ranboo tells Dream he needs to be fucked to have a clearer head to be able to fuck Dream after.

Because this will end in Ranboo being abnormal and spilling inside Dream. The others got to be inside Dream, but Ranboo needs to be there. Only he understands, after all.

Something about both being omegas and having to have each other and Only They Understand. Thinking about Ranboo (maybe not even being in heat) but using a hurt voice and Not Understanding why Dream won't fuck him like he needs it when he let Tommy and Tubbo fuck him when They Needed It. Dream is supposed to be their teacher, help them, why is he denying Ranboo but not the others.

(he understands very well, but he should have a little manipulation as a treat)

I think Dream is very stressed and helpless when he gets inside Ranboo. I think Ranboo has to encourage him to keep going, small praise and kisses where his scent glands are. Hmmm. I think Dream tries to get Ranboo to ride him to give Ranboo all the power, but Ranboo curls his entire body around Dream and turns them on their side so Dream is Forced to thrust and eventually get on top so Ranboo and wrap his legs around Dreams waist.

(Force Dream To Do It, Force Responsibility. Ranboo didn't just Take until Dream was forced to cum inside him, Dream had to fuck inside Ranboo himself.)

(very important that Ranboo babbles nonsense about omega cock btw)

And despite this Dream is clearly unsure and service topping and needs every single bit of praise, water in the desert. His heat making things even more muddled in his brain.

Tubbo fucking Ranboo through Dream btw

I think Ranboo makes Dream come, and then Tubbo gets impatient and pushes inside Dream without warning. And Dreams eyes are unfocused and he's teetering between Heat Brain are Focusing On What's Going On, enough that they can get him to say "yours. I'm yours"

Also I think Tommy should later be very pissy that he could have put his cock in Dreams mouth while they were doing this and "fill all his holes" But they weren't sharing.

Also. Tubbo noses Dreams scent gland and Dream whines, unsure and too fucked out. Ranboo has to kiss Dream and stroke his hair and nuzzle him.

Also also I think, beeduo wise, Tubbo is aware of Ranboos omega cock kink and during the threesome teases and asks if Ranboo is enjoying it, before thrusting in again and making Dream cry out as he is forced to fuck Ranboo a little deeper.

Something something after beeduo have fucked Dream thoroughly Tommy Needs It Desperately and.Dream is so wet from his heat and being fucked by the two of them that Tommy can fuck him fast and rough and This Time it feels good.

Dream can even encourage Tommy, praising him and telling him he can take what he Needs, it's okay. Dream Wants To Be Used. Dream telling Tommy he's doing so good, being so good to him. Dream is All His Right Now, To Use. To Have.

Kind of torn because I want to have demons about Tommy pushing Dream around and fucking him and using him, but I also want Tubbo to be really abnormal about Dream and to show off to Tommy how much better Tubbo and Dreams relationship is, how much better Dream responds to Tubbo, how easy Tubbo can pull and coax Dream, no matter how resistant, into sinking to his knees and opening his mouth for cock

I was thinking. Tubbo should- sneak up?- behind Tommy and put a hand around his neck and growl. Because Tommy didn't get his permission to fuck Dream. Tommy sneaked off when school ended to get Dream alone in his classroom. And Dream couldn't say no, just wanted it to be gentler, and to some degree it is, because Tommy isn't biting down quite as hard, not desperately plundering Dream like he had the first time because he Needed Him Never Gotten A Taste before.

He's not as bad but he's still Rough, and Dream whimpers and takes it until suddenly Tubbo is there, hissing and furious and telling him to be gentle, for fucks sake

(also at some point maybe Dream should mumble beta like safety comfort protection while shaking and clinging to Tubbo and Tubbo preens, darkly satisfied with how Tommy glares and growls and can't do anything about it)

really like leaning into the idea that Tommy's fucking awful. He's going to Take Dream because he Needs Him Wants Him Dream Is His Worst Enemy His Terrible Teacher. Dream challenges Tommy in class and doesn't flinch or let him just pass by school. Its infuriating and Tommy is obsessed..

Everyone treats him like a silly kid, cause Wilbur waves off anything Tommy does and he can do whatever he'd like. Dream treats him like a person and gives him detention and is confident and self assured when Tommy tries to make his life hell and Dream wins, every single time. Its insanity.

(I think. Dream should have his long hair tied into a knot, especially in the case of Benchtrio au. And when Tubbo takes control he makes sure to undo the knot and have Dream's hair fall a bit messy. Dream's composure, undone. Dream open completely to him. Tubbo Needs To See The Vulnerability.)

There can be both you see. Tommy first, then Tubbo arrives to scold Tommy and tie Tommy up and he has to watch. Or/and Tommy is tied up because Tubbo knows how he is but he gets to fuck Dream after.

The After can be a little while after, Tommy coming back for Dream and being able to be more pushy because Dream is still in heat and a little out of it from Tubbo having had his way with him. Dream wanting the pleasure/wanting to be a good teacher and give Tommy what he needs

Dream teaching the class that day when another instructor comes in to get something from the classroom and ends up chatting Dream up, flirting with him, putting benchtrio on edge with the way Dreams cheeks flush and and he smiles back.

And at the end of the school day benchtrio keeps him from leaving and demand to know if he was seeing that guy, what was he doing, what about them.

What do you mean, what about you? Dream asks, confused. He just wanted to go out for coffee some time, get to know each other better.

And Tubbo immeadietly protests darkly you don't even like coffee, that teacher doesn't know you like we do.

you don't need him, you're dating Us, Tommy says fiercely with a look that brokers no argument.

We need you; youre our teacher. What if Tommy goes into rut again and you're not there? Ranboo practically drapes himself against Dreams back, and Dream realizes too late that Ranboo is pulling back his shirt collar and nosing Dream’s scent gland.

Dream tries to argue that he is not dating benchtrio and that it's inappropriate for students and teachers to participate in those sorts of relationships, but obviously they're more interested in reminding him of his place in their pack

thinking again about how Dream was teaching, maybe using a whiteboard instead of a chalkboard, and how another teacher, or maybe a special faculty member, enters his classroom. Because Dreams class has a big storage area in the back you see, where a lot of extra stuff is stashed away that usually isn't needed, but of course, this is a special circumstance, and they apologize for the interruption.

Dreams lack of suppressants now had made some of the faculty a little bolder, a little horny-dumb.

And Dream smiles and says it's fine and goes over to help with the storage unit, instructing his class to continue with the activity on their papers. But benchtrio all watch out of the corner of their eye as the faculty member who came in- smiling just a bit warmer than is polite, a faint scent of alpha lingering- watches Dream unlock the closet with appreciation. Gets the stuff they need from it, and then lingers in the storage to joke and chat with Dream

Stiffening as the teacher touches Dreams elbow, marks him a little there with their wrist. Dreams cheeks are a little pink as he shuts the closet. Tommy biting down on his eraser and Tubbo clenching his fist when the teacher comes up behind Dream while he locks the closet and almost Crowding. Claiming.

And Dream, for all that he looks tired and rough some days from his erratic sleep schedule, is still a very pretty man.

And I think that the teacher might have stayed the rest of the hour, flirting and scenting him and making Dreams cheeks go from pink to red, but Ranboo abruptly demands that Dream come help him with his writing, its Important, he needs Guidance, and Dream apologetically turns away and goes back to teaching. The other teacher grins crookedly and waves and says they'll be by later when school ends to return what they've borrowed.

Ranboo, while Dream leans over and looks at his paper, rubs his hand and wrist against Dreams elbow, covering the intruders scent with his own. Dreams breath quickens for a moment, but he stays composed.

And of course, it's chess after school that day. Tubbo rushes to pack his bag and head over because Absolutely Fucking Not. Some asshole was not going to take his beloved mentor just because they were a shit alpha who thought they were worthy of fucking Dream now that he smelled more omega. They didn't deserve to have Dream, they didn't know anything about him, not like Tubbo did. They wouldn't know how to take care of him, and benchtrio could do it better anyway.

He steps into the classroom to find that the teacher had apparently went to find Dream a little early, during last period. A small ribbon of hair had fallen out of Dreams bun during the day, and the other faculty was being Oh So Polite as to tuck it behind his ear, cupping his cheek as they finish. Pretty carnation reds are blooming across his cheeks, and it would be a pleasurable sight if it wasn't for the alpha obviously enveloping his mentor in the most desperate, pathetic "fuck me" pheromones, like they thought they could get Dream on his knees then are there.

Tubbo icily says that it's chess club time, getting close and setting his bag down at their special table with a loud thump. The teacher is obviously annoyed, and Dream looks embarrassed at being found like this and ready to scold, but the teacher shrugs and says Another Time. Maybe even kisses Dreams hand or cheek before leaving.

The door shuts with a neat little snck!

Dream turns and goes over to Their Special Table, already gently scolding Tubbo about being more respectful to the other school faculty, when Tubbo seizes him and slams their mouths together. He's burying his hands in Dreams hair and pulling it out of it's bun, brushing his hands through until the parts touched by the intruder were free of their cloying scent. Dream whimpers faint protests, but Tubbo demands entry to his mouth, so he gives in, and Tubbo makes a noise of approval. When he's finally satisfied with his claim (aka he needs to fucking breathe) he lets go. Dream is looking at him with wide eyes, lips puffy and red, disheveled, owned.

And of course, that's when Tommy and Ranboo burst in too, having been far behind Tubbo in thought process.

And it takes no time at for Tubbo to tell them the faculty member was trying to fuck Dream, seducing him. And Ranboo is immeadietly behind Dream and nuzzling their nose into his nape, feeling up his body- purely to fix the scent marks, of course- and chirring, are you okay? Omega? Im here

That Awful Alpha Is Gone Now. Omegas look out for each other, of course.

Dreams protests that he's fine go ignored. It doesn't matter that he insists he's an adult able to have a rational conversation with a coworker, it doesn't matter that Dream was taller, stronger than that other man, that there had never been any actual danger. Surely If They Hadn't Gotten There In Time He'd Be Pinned Against The Wall.

Also since I'm still thinking about this: Dream definitely tries to get control back by saying it wasn't any of their business who he decided to talk to or date.

He isn't actually interested in the guy like that, at most he was hopeful for a work friend, but he was also very aware that the guy was interested in him. Even if he wasn't The Most Comfortable with the idea, he could be someone to fuck Dream through his next heat, because Surely Dream Can Stop Benchtrio From Trying To Get Involved With Him, Surely.

It wasn't ideal, but his students were on the cusp of growing up, Surely they just needed a gentle nudging to understand that their teacher was not someone they could have this kind of relationship with. They'd graduate soon anyway, and then they'd leave him behind, so it really was for the best that they stopped attempting to claim him.

He doesn't say that last part out loud though.

Doesn't mention how it was very likely they'd all leave town to go find themselves, far beyond where Dream was. How this obsession was temporary, Dream was temporary. Just reiterates that they're Students and he's their Teacher, this was Poor Conduct and Inappropriate

And of course, all three of them are displeased with the idea of Dream dating someone else and looking for dates or for someone to help him with his heat.

"You're dating us, not him. No one else gets to have you." Tommy says with a scowl, before Ranboo starts unbuttoning Dreams shirt.

I think Dream, very briefly, pleads with Tubbo. Hoping to appeal to him, to Understand. And Tubbo sees Dream Asking Begging Relying On Him, the way Tubbo always wanted, and needs to stick his cock in Dreams hole. Orders Ranboo to lay him down on Their Special Table so Tubbo can unbuckle him.

Also I think Tommy argues that he should be the one to fuck Dream first because he brought the lube. Maybe even shoves a finger into Dreams hole and starts stretching him.

Dream crying out and trying to squirm away, only for Ranboo to kneel down and start kissing him, holding Dream’s face and licking into his mouth gently as if to comfort him while Tubbo and Tommy argue

Could also have Ranboo stand up and unbutton himself, coaxing Dream into swallowing his cock, just to hold, Ranboo says softly, cooing and petting Dreams head. it'll make you feel better.

And Dreams mind shuts off briefly as he becomes pliant, eyes half lidded as he drools from the heavy weight of the cock in his mouth. good omega. Perfect.

I think Tommy and Tubbo should double penetrate Dream, Tommy and Dream laying on the desk, while Ranboo occupies Dreams mouth because "it isn't fair that they both get to have you and I don't."

he's being so good, taking care of their needs, letting them satisfy themselves with his body like a good teacher and a good omega and a good packmate.

Obviously they just needed to get a taste of him to calm down.

Also Tommy bites Dreams tits and sucks on them and it's very much a kink for him because look at him. That boy has Some Sort Of Mommy Issues/Kink.

Dream ever since the start has been scolding him and holding him accountable and being a stable adult where Tommy had none. Tommy is going to Fuck His Tits and make Dream get on his knees to service him and demand comfort and cuddles and Dream Is His You See

Which is slightly different from Tubbos "You're my mentor Mine and I want to be your equal and have you rely on my the way I've relied on you and I'll Take Care Of You" Tommy want to be taken care of VS Tubbo wanting to do the taking care.

More thoughts that haunt me:

Ranboo is obsessed with using Dream’s hair to get off and licking Dreams hole when he's slicking, and has a habit of Revering Dream like he's a pretty, sacred, and pure thing for Ranboo to covet and hide away

there's a marriage-like thing where people can form a pack and be officially together in the eyes of the law, because I felt like that would be a thing to allow for benchtrio to "marry" Dream into a pack and make him theirs when they're adults

Tubbo has a daydream about eventually taking over Schlatts company and using his power and influence to ask Dream to marry him and quit his teaching job, because Dream isn't allowed to find another student to mentor. He's meant to be Tubbos Mentor Only.

Tommy wants Dream to call him Alpha and beg for him, AlphaAlphaAlpha, it's something that gets him hard immediately when he thinks about it. He has a lactation kink and wants to suck milk from Dreams tits while Dream begs him to stop.

Also consider that instead, Ranboo getting fed up with Tommy and Tubbo arguing about who gets to fuck Dream first, and getting progressively more insane as slick drips out of Dream's hole, and wanting to fuck Dream himself because he never gets to.

thinking maybe Dream is already so slick and Ranboo's cock isn't as big as an alpha's so he just gets to slip inside him so easily. And maybe Ranboo losing his control a little because he didn't think it would feel like this he didn't think-

It being so slick and so easy to slide his cock in and out of Dream…. Whining as he presses his nose against Dream's hair and fucks fast fast fast into Dream until he's panting and desperate like he's never been before.

Too much pleasure all at once. Dream feels Too Good Ranboo needs as much as he can get Immediately.

Listennnn it's important that Ranboo fucks him fast and desperate and Tubbo and Tommy can hear Ranboo's panting and the squelching and wet sounds from Ranboo desperately slipping his cock inside Dream's slick hole.

Maybe Ranboo has enough space to get some fingers inside Dream too. Dream who has Also never had fingers and cock at the same time, going insane as he feels Ranboo press into him, calling him omega, cooing. Dream so fucked out he says omega back and begs for something he can't name.

Also I think Tommy and Tubbo should be looking at them both with Wide Eyes. Tommy is a little jealous that Ranboo got a turn first, but Tubbo preens because that's his Ranboo and his Dream. His omegas feeling good and happy with each other and in the presence of their packmates…

Tommy having a lot more insecurity because he doesn't feel like he Has Dream yet. While Tubbo is very confident that he has Dream forever because Mentor because Tubbo Is Capable, Tommy's tendency to oppose and fight Dream and "rival" him in class Vs Tubbo having that close mentor bond that allows Tubbo to "be on his side"

And Ranboo, who has never had the courage to try to get too close to Dream, finally getting to Have and Hold.

Tommy feels like he's never quite equal to Dream, is always playing catch up, having to fight and rival Dream to be heard and to be taken seriously while Tubbo can stand regal and calm next to Dream like he always belonged there

I really want to do silly drama with the Dream Thinking They're Going To Seperate From Him Once They Graduate because Silly

Like. Tubbo demanding Dream tell him what he plans to do when Tubbo graduates. And Dream smiles tiredly and says the chess club will probably get new members from the freshmen. He'll be a mentor to a new student.

And Tubbo being absolutely furious because no, there wouldn't be another student. There couldn't be. All that attention, the affection and kindness and respect- that wasn't for other people. Someone else sitting where Tubbo sat and soaking in Dream's love wasn't allowed.

Dream could only have one special student, could only be mentor to one. His love was meant for Tubbo alone. Tommy and Ranboo are allowed to share with him, but only because they're Pack, they're Tubbo's, and they're not trying to take Tubbos place as Dreams most faithful and beloved student.

But also considering that Dream plans to get transferred to another school after this year, because he doesn't think he can bear to be there after benchtrio leave and go off to who knows where. Better to start fresh, he thinks. In another city, maybe.

And of course benchtrio finds out he plans to transfer and goes insane about it. Transfer means Moving Away From Them Going Somewhere Else They Can't Get To.

Tommy immeadietly demanding where are you goingwhere are you going You need to tell me Now. Ranboo pulling out the hurt voice and did we do something wrong?

And of course they don't seem to understand, don't Realize that they're going to be graduating, Leaving Dream behind.

And all this to say they fuck him until he understands he's being kept

But also I wanted to talk about the lactation kink

Because i think Tommy sucks Dreams tits a while before they start producing milk

Specifically he sucks them enough that something in Dream assumes they're supposed to be lactating and begin producing it close to and during Dreams heats.

So a couple days before Dreams heat is supposed to start, Dream adruptly gets quiet during class, and benchtrio notices he's acting a little off. Which of course obviously is their business. (It's about disregarding Dream's boundaries and autonomy because it's more important to find out what's bothering him or what he's hiding you see)

I just want the imagery of Dream trying to hide his chest, begging for them to leave it be.

Tubbo pulling Dreams arms back while Tommy rips his shirt open.

"Don't look, don't look."

And benchtrio losing their breath at the sight of Dreams chest fuller than normal, leaking down his stomach. Dream turning away, trembling and cheeks heated.

"I didn't know he could do that." Tommy poking at his chest.

"You have been sucking on them a lot, Tomms."

"And biting them." Ranboo delicately circles a nipple, listening to Dream whimper as more milk dribbles out.

I think Tommy should insist that he Deserves to drink from Dreams chest, actually, despite Dreams panicked protests. He was providing for his Alpha, so of course Tommy was entitled to it.

Ranboo should coo and purr and tell Dream what a good omega he is, to provide for them.

Encouraging Dream to be pliant and submit. They were just exploring his body. They were his students, his pack, it was their job.

Dream wants to put a stop to it Now, wants to get his body to calm down and Stop This. No, he won't allow Tommy to drink from him. He won't.

He can't stop Tommy from ripping his shirt and getting his hands on his tits and Sucking. Can't do anything if he's backed up against his desk with Ranboo cooing and petting his hair and Tubbo making sure he's pinned in place.

Tommy eagerly taking Dream in his mouth sucking hard, while Ranboo delicately licks at his tit before raising his head to kiss Dream, letting him taste himself.

I think it's very important that when Tommy gets really into it he sucks Dream's tits in almost quiet reverence? He can be rough at first, grab Dream's tits and make Dream whine from oversensitivity. Suck hard and eagerly, not being overly careful with his teeth. But eventually he'll get a very focused Look in his eyes and cup Dream's tits more gently, roll and massage them in his hands to hear Dream sigh and feel him shyly arch up to push his tits into Tommy's palms.

Tommy will suck less desperately but with a focused intensity, make it good for Dream and only teasing his teeth to make Dream shiver, not to hurt him. Swirl his tongue around Dream's nipples and lapping at any milk that leaks down.

I think some milk should leak down Dream's stomach, reaching his happy trail, to then have Tommy kneel confidently in front of Dream to be able to start licking from his happy trail up to his tit and not leave any milk wasted.

I also think Tommy should eventually do it on purpose, have Dream's tit dribble too much for him to lap up and Have to stream down his stomach for Tommy to then lap up.

I think Tubbo might even help by squeezing Dream's other tit and have the milk flow free.

I think Tommy wants to see Dream wet, I think Tommy wants to see Dream struggle to keep his tits from just leaking and leaking, so full and heavy with milk made just for Tommy. Tommy wants to suck but he also wants to see Dream struggle, embarrassed and Full and his tits dribbling with milk and he can't Stop.

And Tommy wants to make a mess of Dream, a mess of his stomach so he has an excuse to lick, and he wants to feel Dream tremble and not be able to control himself with Tommy on his knees for him. Tommy wants Dream to whine and have his hips stutter and be so ashamed by it.

Tommy wants an excuse to unzip him and get his cock out, to hear Dream say Tommy doesn't need to, to not do it No no no always no, because it's indecent because they're in school because they are students and he's the teacher and they shouldn't they shouldn't no, and yet he's aching when Tommy gets his hand around him. Tommy wants him messy, to get milk to dribble on Dream's cock, to make it that much sweeter when Tommy swallows it down.

Tommy sucking Dream's cock, pulling off to kitten lick at the head, lapping up all the milk, and licking the length of it to make sure he gets every drop. He wants to hear Dream beg for it like he hasn't before. He wants to make Dream desperate and to force him to admit to his pleasure. Tommy sucks him off until Dream can't stop himself from fucking into Tommy's mouth, just once just- he needed it so bad. And Tommy pulls off to get up and unzip himself, getting a hand on both of their cocks and the other circling one of Dream's tits, forcing him to leak all over his stomach and slicking their cocks with his milk.

Their cum joining the mess after Tommy strokes them to completion. Dream's breath ragged and uneven as Tommy tells him to Look at himself as Tommy strokes them fast and messy between their stomachs.

Tommy has to get Dream slick and has to make him Look and has to force him to watch himself fuck fast and desperate into the slick tight heat of Tommy's hand.

And it's important that when Tommy gets his own cock out he crowds Dream close and that his hand is big enough to get around both of their cocks so that when they are both slick with Dream's milk Tommy's cock can slide against Dream's.

If Tubbo is sandwiching Dream…. while Tommy plays with one of Dream's tits Tubbo plays with the other and maybe Tubbo can get a hand on both of their cocks too, get to stroke Dream from the base. Maybe nibble.on the opposite side of his gland, needing to bury his face against Dream's neck because Holy Shit. And maybe rutting against Dream's ass while he watches.

He's This close to pinning Dream against Tommy to be allowed to fully rut against his ass.

(Ranboo is going to use this "lack of attention" as an excuse to hog Dream the next day, insisting that since it's the day before his heat, Ranboo should be with him. Should take him home, actually, he doesn't look well. Maybe his heat has come early from being fucked so much? But Ranboo will take him and get him in his nest and make sure he's alright)

Also Tommy should fuck Dream's tits. Another time maybe. When they're in Dream's bed and Dream is whining because his tits are so full. and Dream thinks Tommy will suck them like he tends to but they're so full and heavy and steadily leaking much to Dream's embarrassment. And Tommy can't contain himself, tells Dream they'll try something different this time. Tommy wants to fuck between his tits and have the stimulation make Dream's tits leak onto his cock.

Tommy fucking Dreams tits and having Dream lick the tip of his cock every time it thrusts forward just enough to reach. Telling Dream to open his mouth when Tommy gets close so Tommy can cum in his mouth, over his face. Makes Dream lull his tongue out like a dog. Dream unable to stop himself from crying out, short and breathy, ah ah ah! because his tits are being fondled and messed with and it's So Much.

Tommy purposely doesn't suck his tits before fucking them to make sure Dream Needs the relief while Tommy is fucking them. To make sure the stimulation makes them leak but also to make sure Dream Has to touch his own tits, has to push them together and circle them and tease them and pleasure himself while being used by Tommy.

Has to push them together, making it tighter for Tommy. Forced to participate, forced to let Tommy fuck him, forced to encourage Tommy to fuck him. Making himself feel good and making himself be a good omega and pleasing his alpha. Wordless pleas until Tommy demands to be called alpha.

Ashamed that he's kneading his own tits and yet he still can't help himself from trying to lick the pre off of Tommy's cock. Like he's addicted.

I think Tommy should stop just before he's about to cum and make Dream admit he wants Tommy's cum in his mouth.

Make Dream sob and say yes, yes Alpha, please please please I need it, please don't stop

And Dream even tries to continue massaging his tits around Tommy's cock, so far gone and desperate that his shame is secondary.

Trying to reach out and lick the tip again.

Tommy's going to make sure to shove the head of his cock just inside Dreams mouth when he comes and watch Dream swallow.

Tommy hardening again and eyes wide because Dream opens his mouth again with his tongue out and whines, lost to his heat and wanting to be told how good he was. And Tommy knows now, Tubbo has drilled it into his head that Dream needs lots of praise, he makes sure to tell Dream what a good boy he is, stuttering on the words, Tommy's omega.

And I think he never really knows what to do when Dream is like this. Most of the time it's about trying to get Dream to submit and admit he likes it. Most of the time Tommy is pushing him to go down.

But now Dream is down. He's looking up at Tommy and open, wanton. Tommy can take what he wants without resistance, and it's terrifying.

And he's grown since their first heat. The thought of causing Dream distress like that again- especially when he looks so trusting- leaves a horrible pit in his stomach. Tommy won't betray him. His OmegaPackmateDream.

His instincts shifting from needing to Dominate/Claim to Protect/Satisfy. I think Tommy fucks him until Dreams heat calms down a little more, and then he buries his cock inside Dream and holds him close. And he feels a little silly about it, but Alphas Protect Their Omegas and cuddling counts, he's pretty sure.

Dream is purring softly, dazed. Sleepy. His scent is the most content it's ever been like around Tommy. He's falling asleep and shifting to take Tommy just a Little Deeper, and Tommy will BiteMaimKill anyone who walks through that door because this is His, you see. Tubbo may get to have Dream as his mentor, and Ranboo might get to have Omega stuff, but he gets Dream right now.

Dream isn't at his desk when Benchtrio arrive at his class on Wednesday. Its a substitute, instead, some lady they don't know and don't care about. Tommy can't even hold it in long enough for class to start to start badgering about where Dream went. The sub looks a little bored when she says "I have no idea", a stark contrast to how on-edge he feels. Dream is a workaholic. He doesn't take breaks unless its required. So why-

Purpled doesn't show up to class. The debate team is going off-campus for a couple days to a big tournament. He'd been complaining about how one of the instructors for the team was sick so they might not get to go. But Dream would never have let that happen. Not when it meant so much to them. So of course he'll spend a few days wrangling intense 17 year olds before collapsing at 11:57 PM on Friday.

Of course, Tubbo is only able to find this out after Ranboo goes to the office and asks in a voice that has just a Hint of omega distress where his teacher is, did something happen? The only omega teacher at the school isn't here - and has to be reassured by the stressed staff that No, This Isn't A Conspiracy Or An Issue Related To Gender.

Tubbo leans his head against Dream's classroom door, after school ends. They're supposed to have chess club today.

Dream comes home and doesn't even get undressed before faceplanting into bed. He's So Exhausted. He had been carrying supplies and helping manage an event he wasn't even involved in, for Days, Overnight. He spent more time awake trying to calm crazy teenagers than asleep, and the sleep wasn't very good. The school asked a lot of him, for very little in return.

And Ranboo has an alarm on his phone for when the event finally ends and the group has driven home, so he pokes Tubbo awake, who calls Tommy, and they head over to Dreams apartment because They Can't Be Normal And Wait Until Morning, They Need To Know He's Back They Need To See Him Now.

And Ranboo unlocks the door with they key Dream gave them ("for emergencies" he said sternly, even though they all knew better) so they can slip inside. Its completely unlit save for one soft kitchen light, and Dreams shoes and socks have been haphazardly taken off and kicked in a corner.

Dream stirs a little when Ranboo passes by Tommy and enters the bedroom. Ranboo goes to him immediately and pets his hair, trilling softly like Dream was a sick partner in need of care. Cups his cheeks as he kneels by Dreams side.

Dreams eyes barely open, trilling back, before the scent of safety and affection reassure him its safe to go back to sleep.

Dream only feeling the beginnings of stress before its pushed down by Pack and Omega Reassurance. Ranboo feels triumph as he fully unties Dreams hair and kisses his mouth.

Tubbo is staring. He's still upset that another club took Dream from him, that other students took Dream from him. There's other scents on Dreams clothes, and dark circles around his eyes. It's hard not to feel bitter and resentful and… domestic, almost, as he sighs and gently turns Dream on his back to begin undressing him.

This isn't quite turning out how I intended it to when I was sleepily rotating. The whole thing was about how I wanted Tubbo to call Dream while sitting in his classroom and being upset because What About Chess Club/Our Time That's Only For Us, and Dream was real apologetic about it, but is also very gentle when he says He's A Teacher, He Has To Care For All Of His Students, and Tubbo hears other students on the line clamoring for Dreams input so he has to go.

And Tubbo isn't mad at Dream for doing his job. He knows rationally that this needs to be done. But he Wants, Selfishly, for all of Dreams attention, to be his Only student. Chess club days were for Them, so Tubbo could pretend Dream belonged only to him.

So when Dream comes back, he's a bit insane about needing his time, and makes sure Dream is on his cock, at least for a little while.

And the idea was that Dream would only be awake long enough to be wary of intruders before recognizing the scent of Pack and Ranboo comforting him and passing out again. And they would all fuck him while he was sleeping.

Making soft noises when they made him feel good, little mumbles of their name. Instinctively recognizing their scents, even while asleep.

Ranboo would cradle him in their arms and get kisses out of him, they'd all get a little insane as they undressed him, because it was originally to get him out of uncomfortable work clothes, but then Tubbo can't help removing his boxers. Can't help making Dream as naked as possible, exposed to his eyes.

And Tommy impulsively grabs a tit to knead, only for all three of them to go very still as Dream whimpers and turns his head away, still sleeping, good enough to eat.

Also, a side thing I wasn't sure if it was a thing because I've been debating how Marking a scent gland actually works

Because I think it doesn't always leave a scar. You have to be in a committed relationship for a while, someone biting in the same spot, probably, for the mark to stay. It fades after a time, the way stretch marks do, maybe even vanishing completely if it wasn't bitten often enough.

Because I think, maybe, Dream was in a past relationship with someone (George? Sapnap?) And he has faint silvery marks from that, from Way Back When. The marks are clearly old.

Specifically for that feeling of Possessiveness from Benchtrio (someone else had him first someone tried to claim him) but also because I imagine Dream had this really earnest first relationship that he wholeheartedly loved and believed in, and it broke his heart when it ended.

Something something Dream feeling a little lonely. A little sad. A little unbelieving that he's someone who can be loved and wanted.

Something about how he can already feel his heart crack with the knowledge that Benchtrio are going to leave after the year ends, leaving him alone again (as they should, they shouldn't be focusing so much on one of their teachers. They have to go out and explore the world, not stay behind with him)

And something about how he can't even begin to understand the way they're fixated on him, can't look at it for too long, because it's Not Allowed and if they do care about him, it's just a puppy love, surely, they'll get over him.

Even though Tommy is obsessed with how Dream challenges him, obsessed with the way Dream is the only person who has ever bothered to treat him like a responsible adult who's both capable and should be pushing himself, because Dream believes he can be more. Tubbo getting to be treated like a capable adult and not a side act or a shadow of other people, getting to be heard, Wanted, being told he has potential and given the chance to Fufill it, and wanting nothing more than the person who believed in him to be Right There By His Side. Ranboo getting personal attention and kindness in a way he's never gotten before, while also being treated like a capable adult, and not just "a sad omega." Getting to have someone who Understands what that's like, who let's you be yourself, who stands against the world at the first hint of you needing it.

...Also remembering Tommy's insane mommy kink like Jesus christ. He really met the One person who was willing to hold him accountable and said "I need fuck you to assert dominance and also be insane about you forever. Tell me what to do so I can punish fuck you for it, and also tell me I did a good job afterwards"

...Tubbo inside Dream while Ranboo fucks himself on Dreams cock.

I think Ranboo suggests Tommy try using Dreams hair to jerk off during this, and Tommy thinks it's nice but he doesn't understand how Ranboo gets hard at the thought of it, seriously Ranboo? It's soft, but it's just hair

And Ranboo stops bouncing on Dreams cock to argue this with him.

While Tubbo rolls his eyes and whispers to Dream that this is like the third time they've argued today, before snickering because Tommy was mad that Ranboo stole the last piece of cake.

And Dream laughs a little, which immeadietly draws Tommy's attention, and he demands Dream suck on his cock instead, supposedly because "You can't laugh on my cock" even though Ranboo point out that it would only theoretically stifle the giggles.

imagery of Dream in an apron, comfortable homemaker clothing, being told to get on his knees and suck Tommy or Tubbos cock. Smth smth they spend a little bit role-playing with Dream as their special house omega, not for chores, just an excuse to be able to Free Use him at any time around the house. Bending him over the counter, the couch, pressing him against the wall. Ranboo takes particular delight in Dream bouncing on his cock while he lays in bed, before wheedling Dream into fucking him. Maybe Ranboo bounces on Dreams cock, while Dream whimpers and turns his face away, gripping the sheets tight and unable to stop himself from thrusting up when Ranboo clenches down and makes sure he feels it. Tommy probably has Dream give him a tit job, but also is 100 percent activating his mommy kink with that apron and pulling Dream in his lap to suck on his nipples. Dream eventually runs a hand through his hair, and Tommy rumbles, snaking his hands up the back of Dreams shirt to push him closer

Tubbo is going to this fancy school because Schlatt is his rich uncle, and is going to have him inherit the company someday. Tubbo daydreaming of the day he's CEO, able to grab Dream's hip and pull him close in his private office. His mentor can't find an excuse to push Tubbo away anymore, because Tubbo is a full grown man now, with a company, with the power to take care of Dream the way Dream always took care of him. And Dream can protest and make a fuss about being Tubbos former teacher, but it's a flimsy excuse now that Tubbo can press Dream close against the desk and nobody can stop him.

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Dream attempts to go out on a date with a random guy, to "get over/ignore" his weird relationship with Benchtrio and to steel himself for the future where they'll graduate and leave him behind. The date is nice, if a bit boring, but the guy has the audacity to nip at Dreams scent gland when they're making out against the door to Dreams apartment, never biting down to leave a mark, but hard enough that Dream feels heady and an urge to Submit, and he pushes the guy off and curtly says goodnight because it's really, really rude to do that to someone on a first date. And yeah it was a fling, but Dream was a little traditional in that he wanted to be Romanced before people started touching his scent gland

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

he gets off on his fingers that night, unwilling to call the number Tubbo pushed into his hand the last time he wasn't able to contact Dream.

he feels really off-kilter about the whole thing though, feeling his scent gland for any marks while getting his class set up. Not realizing he attracted Tommy's attention the minute he walked into school with another alphas scent mark

Tommy is a bit feral about this. Pushing him against the whiteboard. Rutting against Dream. Kissing him hard and ready to fuck him stupid. He's growling and pissy and he can practically see that assholes scent on Dreams glad, and if Tommy ever meets him it's on sight. How dare he make a claim on something that belongs to Tommy.

Tommy licks the gland, unable to just rub his cheek against it until it was covered when it was clear he needed to prove himself. It's thrilling to hear Dream keen, before Dream muffles himself in Tommy's shoulder. He's shaking; Tommy is pretty sure he came- much to Tommy's delight

Dream begging Tommy to leave him alone, not while school is in session, not here. Tommy demands Dream call him His Alpha.

"If I do, will you let me go?"

"Yeah. Tell me tell me tell me now."

Dream looking helpless as he begs. "Alpha. My Alpha. My Alpha, please. Yours, I'm your Omega, please Alpha, let me go-"

Tommy goes absolutely insane and seems to want to continue, so Dream whines and tries to instead lure Tommy with a promise at being able to fuck his omega Later.

"Alpha, if you free me, I'll make it up to you tonight. I'll do anything you want. Ill be yours. My Alpha." Dream trying to make a show out of baring his neck and looking shyly to the side. Tommy immediately falling hook line sinker and agreeing, but not without one more squeeze of the hips

Dream doesn't manage to make it through one class anyway though before his tits begin to swell. His heat had been going to start in two days, but his scent gland being fondled followed by being comforted by the scent of His Alpha (he will deny the way the tension bled out of him when the his dates markings had been removed. His date was not pack, not trusted.) Had encouraged it to happen a little earlier.

Ranboo is a student nurse, had been ever since Dream had comforted him that first day an encouraged him. Ranboo really enjoys helping people like this, but he's incredibly alarmed when Dream comes to the nurses office with a distressed scent.

the head nurse is tsking in sympathy, leading him to a far bed in a corner and patting him on the back, before slipping him a device Ranboo can't get a full look at and shutting the curtains on the bed

is agonizing, not being able to go see Dream, especially when Ranboo can occasionally hear faint whimpers and gasps that he knows Dream is trying to hide

there's a schoolyard brawl though, and the nurse needs to rush to go make sure no one bleeds to death, leaving Ranboo with the perfect opportunity to sneak into Dreams bed and find him milking his tits using a device to remove the milk.

"Tommy's gonna be mad you're wasting that" Ranboo says with amusement, before sitting down with him to help knead the milk out. Dream let's out another noise, needy, and Ranboo instantly reaches out to hold him close, nosing his neck and purring

I think Ranboo gets tense when he notices that Tommy has been licking Dreams scent gland, getting growly and holding Dream more protectively. Tommy had promised he would do better, and that included not trying to bite Dream until it was the proper time for it. And his voice is tight as he cups Dreams face and asked if Tommy had been rough with him, too pushy

And Dream stills and hesitates and Ranboo takes that as horrible confirmation before Dream goes no, no it was fine. He was- fixing my scent. Another person had left their mark on my gland.

Dream being forced to admit to the date, to go into painstaking detail about the man who had pressed him against his door and kissed him hard, nipped his gland

I think Ranboo doesn't fuck Dream only because he doesn't want to risk the nurse coming back to it. It drives him a little insane, squeezing Dreams tits like two omegas tending to each other, kissing Dreams gland to reestablish his bond there, threading and tangling his fingers in Dreams white-gold hair, so soft, all while listening to Dream talk about kissing another man

Omegas look out for each other of course, and it was clear that alpha was not good for Dream. Not like they were. Not like Ranboo was

Something something Ranboo both being upset that Dream tried in any way to leave them, but also justifying it as Simply Omega Things That The Others Could Never Understand

But also bringing out the hurt voice, were we not good enough only to suddenly regret it because Dream looks horribly lonely and sad

"You three won't be in school forever, Ranboo. You have dreams of your own, you know. Outside of this place."

Outside of me.

And the nurse returns before they can have a real resolution to this conversation, and she ends up shooing Dream to go home because it's clear the milking isn't going to stop, he has a heat soon doesn't he? It's probably that, she'll let the office know what happened so he doesn't have to face all those silly alphas who can't look at milking tits without blushing

When school ends, Ranboo goes home to think and talk to Tubbo about what happened, while Tommy goes to Dreams place and clings to him with Big Ole Eyes because you said I could have you, you promised

And Dream is impossibly fond of his greedy, greedy boy, despite himself, and agrees, yes, I promised, you can

(Dream will have to make sure to remind him to be more gentle for any future partners, to treat them well. The thought aches, but he ignores it.)

…. had a silly idea. Ranboo has a twin (Ender) who is aware of Ranboo's attachment to Dream and does silly goofy things about it.

Ender doesn't take the same classes as Ranboo, but when Ranboo keeps going to Dream's classroom straight after school. He goes with, pushes it when Ranboo asks to go by himself. Ranboo is very miffed to not be allowed to go see Dream alone for Reasons.

Ender sees those reasons right away when Dream smiles at them and Ranboo can't help but touch Dream's wrist. Ender thinks this is hilarious.

He's going to make this Ranboo's problem.

Ender doing small, meaningless shit like picking a wildflower on their way to school to hand to Dream (Ranboo is infuriated).

Scenting Dream, touching his wrist right after Ranboo touches it.

if theyre identical twins, Ender makes sure to comment about it, asking Dream if he looks like his twin, does he look as good, does Dream like him as much?

Stuff that could be technically misconstrued but Ranboo knows dammit.

Ranboo finally losing it when Benchtrio find Ender cornering Dream against the desk afterschool. His arms on either side of him, nowhere to go. Omega's Can Be Territorial Too, Now Fuck Off.

"I was just asking for help with another class" Ender will protest with a toothy smile that Does Not Fool Ranboo.

Never Talk To Him Or His Omega Ever Again.

If Ranboo has a tail, he is whipping it around angrily while he holds Dream down in bed, because Dream had to go home with them so Ranboo could fuck his claim into him.

Zooms around you. I just think that the only thing that stops Ranboo from fucking Dream in the classroom is the fact that Ender Is There, and Dream is making soft cooing noises trying to comfort him, unable to help himself from trying to take care of his beloved students.

Ranboo being Very Grumpy but gripping Dream and allowing himself to be soothed. Wrapping his tail around Dream's leg and Glaring At Ender who looks entirely unrepentant.

He Knows What He Is Doing. Ranboo Knows What He Is Doing. Ender Knows Ranboo Knows What He Is Doing.

Tommy and Tubbo being baffled and confused and unsure if they should get involved. Because Ranboo doesn't usually like people getting involved in private family matters.

hmhmhm.

Please consider Ender bringing Dream an apple right in the middle of Dreams class because "you get lunch late, right? Here's something for everyone's favorite teacher."

And yeah, Dream is a well loved teacher in school, for his fairness and friendly attitude and how he prioritizes his students. But Ranboo bristles and scowls and tries not to tell Ender to Get Out. Because all the other students shrug and are getting ready for class and chatting about going home in a couple of hours. He has to be Normal and not fight Ender in front of everyone.

It's really hard though when Ender says "we omegas have to stick together." And smiles like he knows exactly what he's doing.

Also please consider Ender having a little fun and going into Dream's classroom after school pretending to be Ranboo, faking the nervousness and stuttering in all the right places, slowly approaching Dream asking for some help.

Except Dream calls him Ender and Ender drops the ruse, grinning and chuckling how'd you know it was me?

And Dream could say your scents are unique, Ranboo doesn't call me Professor when we're alone, has stopped being so shy and is a lot bolder now, coming up to me and rubbing himself into me and calling me His.

But all he says is "Im his teacher." And quirks his lips.

And of course he stands up from his desk and asks Ender what he needs, he's a good teacher like that. And Ender saunters up to the desk and puts his hands on either side of Dream and leans in a little so Dream has to lean back.

And Tommy and Tubbo are around Dream’s height, but Ranboo and Ender are Enderman hybrids, a head taller. Dream is very crowded and confused. And maybe Enders ears perk up as he hears footsteps hurrying towards the door, so he decides to put on a little show.

It's easy to put his hand on Dreams hips and squeeze causing Dream to jump and push his hands against Enders chest, commanding him to let go, that's inappropriate.

But Ender is already tangling his fingers in Dreams hair, blowing a breath against Dreams scent gland, smirking as the professor trembles and gasps.

It's way too easy to cause Ranboo a mini heart attack when he bursts through the door with his pack in tow, frantic and then furious as he pushes his twin so hard that Dream yelps from the way Enders hand tugs at his hair on the way out. And then Ranboo is fretting all over him, asking if Dream is all right, what did he do to you?

Ranboo doesn't stop growling until Ender leaves, snickering

Ranboo also doesn't initially let Tommy and Tubbo in bed with Dream, and when Tommy complains-

"You're our alpha, so you should know your place." Ranboo hisses, causing Tommy to flush, somewhere between indignant and embarrassingly turned on, submitting to his omega

Because listen. Alphas submit to omegas too okay. Tommy submits to Ranboo because. Because. The Tubbo > Ranboo > Tommy, where Tubbo doms Ran, Ran doms Tommy.

You See. Because Tommy in the dsmp kept trying to fight Ranboo for taking Tubbo's attention away, and Ranboo liked messing with him. So I think. Maybe Ranboo flusters his Alpha and teases him and pushes him in a way Tubbo can't until he meets Dream. And maybe Tommy tries to be Big And Powerful but Ranboo has a habit of riding Tommy and making it a playfight.

Sometimes you just have to fuck the stupid out of a man okay.

#TakenandBenched #if there's more for this I'm not going to look for it right now its several hours after midnight I'm So Tired #its finally fucking finished at least #also Absurd Reminder that this is out of character cracky bullshit For Kink thats meant to not be taken seriously #Because good lord this au is fucking insane for No Reason

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personwithatophat · 11 months ago

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Living Theory

as much as i want to say this is a crack theory, I do believe it ill take the loss if I'm wrong but the proof is here Generation loss theory I don't think the cast is dead. in fact I don't think there were any deaths in TSE Ep 2 This theory that the cast is still alive has a few roots that range from really easy to stupid complex we can start easy. Easy: The idea that showfall media can revive the dead needs to be questioned more. This run-down, abandoned mall with some camera equipment and brainwashed streamers having the power to raise the dead so easily that they will kill off characters, off-screen, legitimately. just in order to bring them back, doesn't make sense. if we find out that showfall mall is some TADC rebuilt reality, fine. but so long as we're working with real-world logic this is taking a step in a direction that's way too far from the rest of the story. "well hetch talked about reviving the cast, Hetch said it was all real" Hetch is an unreliable narrator. in generation loss, it's a very important (and horribly confusing) constant, that we have no reliable narrators.

Medium: All the deaths in Ep. 2 are comedic and nonsensical. it's in a way that's clearly portrayed to us as fake, and portrayed to the characters as real. while there's definitely some wiggle room for improvised show and trying to decipher what's supposed to be real or what is a prop, this is something that they do multiple times through the show where they aren't trying to convince US what's on screen is real, they just have to convince the CAST its real to get the proper reaction. An example of this could be the wall in Ep 1 that was obviously fake but was treated as realistic until the right piece of dialogue came through before sneeg comments on how obviously fake it is. In Ep 2 nikki dies with a comically long pistol, vinny gets crushed by a loony tunes anvil, ethan goes off screen with a rotating wall, the wall-crushing scene is powered by two rats slightly pushing sneeg and austin against a mostly empty room, and puzzler blows up leaving his shoes and slightly torn up chair wizard of oz style. all these deaths are silly, goofy, comedic not just that but since we know sneeg comes back to be in part of ep 3, it implies that austin and likely all the other equally goofy deaths weren't real either. Hard: ok for this just hear me out. at TFC - 20:40 and TSE 49:18 for Ep 1 ranboo picks up a cinderblock in order to slam it against sneegs cage lock. as ranboo hits it against the lock, it doesn't work, and the block warps in his hand. this is because the block is made out of foam, later on, sneeg actually throws the brick at ranboo during the evil snag fight. both ranboo and sneeg comment on the block being real to them. In TFC this scene of the block warping in ranboos hand is actually changed to have a different, debatably worse camera angle just looking behind ranboo and hiding the obvious prop behavior. if the founder's cut is acknowledged by the founder and this is an imperfection that was corrected, then that in its own way is an acknowledgement in canon that the block is made out of foam. Stick With Me If the block is made of foam and sneeg throws the block at ranboo, causing ranboo to reel back, then that means that showfall can simulate the feeling of pain. at what point other than this, would it be relevant that pain can be realistically but heavily simulated? The Surgery Scene. So let's swap the script. Let's say that during the surgery scene, charlie really was just there with a tub full of goop. in this case, it would be *much easier* and *much more effective* to fake the gore instead of the slime by having a short, few-second-long period that charlie feels like he's being cut open and reacts appropriately then find a way to do it real. and if the surgery is fake and its on screen its hardly a challenge to fake an off screen character death or 4. I wont speak for all the deaths but I have my eye on Ep 2 -Tophat

#fan theory #generation loss spoilers #genloss #ranboo #ranboo generation loss #generation loss #gl sneeg #sneegsnag #slimecicle #gl charlie

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cheezestixk · 4 months ago

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do either of them rotate while sleeping.

Tubbo absolutely turns and tosses like crazy.

He's always trying to get comfortable, especially with his horns in the way. (They had to get a special pillow so he could sleep comfortably.) He'll turn to his side, try and lay on his front, try different positions for his legs, so on. He'll move a lot when he has nightmares. His body jerks and shakes the bed softly, and sometimes he'll kick, hard. Ranboo has been caught in the crossfire here and there.

Ranboo sleeps like a corpse. Completely still, on his back, hands resting on his front. And he is a very heavy sleeper. (Besides the whole enderwalk thing. Not deep in enough to completely understand.) The first time they slept in the same (decently sized) bed Tubbo woke up genuinely terrified that he had the godly misfortune of having Ranboo die in his sleep right next to him. Before, the beds were much too small for them, so they needed to curl up to fit in it, which often ended up with their legs slowly pushing the other off in the middle of the night. Tubbo had that happen once and instantly convinced himself to make a larger bed for the both of them.

#beeduo

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astraymetronome · 6 months ago

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omg Nomie Tommy nomming Dream while having already actually eaten a borrower?? you are EVIL for that omg THE ANGST!! /vpos Why doesn't Techno eat borrowers? is it that he can't for whatever reason or is a moral thing? Would Ranboo ever be able to convince him to nom them :3? dp Dream and Ranboo become friends? (and would Dream be confused/put off by Ranboo seemingly enjoying being nommed/being happy to be nommed?) also the idea of Tubbo coming across Dream and possibly not knowing he's not for eating is so >:)) /pos

(sorry for all the questions I am rotating your au in my head at light speeds)

It is evil- I love being evil °^°

Anyways-

Techno definitely just doesn't care about it. He's very morally gray and just thinks it's something some people do. There's really not a lot to it lol

Ranboo would probably be able to convince Techno if they told the man they wanted to do it. I love the idea of Techno being extremely soft for Toms and Ranboo. I think Ranboo and Dream would definitely butt heads at first but he'd end up accepting it because he, Dream, secretly does like it so he ends up getting Tommy to nom for him for the sake of it.

I feel like the Tubbo situation would play around with Dream like he'd see the borrower and Tommy's been fine with sharing prey in the past so he thinks about it and plays around with him until Tommy's gets there leading to frightened Dream, angry and sad Tommy, and confused Tubbo. Maybe Tommy storing Dream to feel that he's safe and tucked away.

Also I don't know what to do with Tubbo's animal hybrid or something. Any ideas?

If you want me to write anything with this just throw an idea at me lol.

#fanfic #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #dsmp tommy #tiny!dream #answered asks #raccoon!tommy #borrower!dream #mcyt tubbo

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moltengoldveins · 1 year ago

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alright, TCU scenes in no particular order, but they’re all meant to communicate something about the humanity of the characters involved in relation to the act of creation and the appreciation of beauty or smthn idk-

Antarctic Empire has a very early scene in which we are shown Techno in his cell beneath the Pit, painstakingly enchanting his flimsy armor with scraps of stolen lapis and a pen he’s carved from a bone he took as a ‘trophy.’ This is juxtaposed with Phil’s introduction scene immediately prior, in which he is disguised as a young nobleman and is stealing things from partygoers while watching the fights. It’s revealed that he’s used the things he stole to enchant something to crack the spells on Techno’s cell. These scenes are used to show us that, while they may seem disparate, these two are actually extremely similar in skill set.

At the end of AE we get a similar scene to the one I just described: Phil darts his way through the camp before the final battle, grabbing supplies and food, only to join Techno in his tent and help him enchant their armor. The two sequences are shot nearly identically.

Somewhere in the retirement arc we have an entire sequence where Techno is embroidering and enchanting his cape using blaze powder, showing a clear connection between certain magical components and their effects.

Phil’s crows are at first assumed to be normal nonsentient animals, but there are plot beats (assumed to be plot holes) in AE that only make sense on a rewatch after Covenant’s reveal that they, similarly to Phil, are conduits of Death and capable of communication crime and conspiracy. Specifically, Phil knows where an ambush will be that Techno doesn’t expect while their relationship is still really rocky, techno ignores his advice, and Phil has to haul tail to save him.

We see Techno crafting the emerald earrings in an end-credits scene in AE. It’s a few long continuous shots and a lot of close-ups that obscure what he’s working on. He’s singing to himself as well. Considering the end of the film moments prior was The Throne Scene with the coronation (Kinda dark, violence was involved) it’s a an odd tonal shift. Phil calls to him from the other room, saying they’re gonna be ‘late for petitioner’s hour’ and Techno jokes that ‘he’s the emperor, he can cancel petitioner hour if he pleases’ but he drops his work and leaves, grabbing the crown as he goes. We get one last shot of the unfinished earrings before cut-to-black.

During Pogtopia, we have a long scene where Tommy and Tubbo (after the execution, before the Pit) are shaken and trying to rest in Tommy’s room. There’s no dialogue. They’re sitting on Tommy’s cot, slightly leaning on one another, in dead empty silence. Tubbo is shaking slightly. Without warning, Tommy’s patience clearly runs out and he gets up, puts a song on his record player, and pulls Tubbo into a dance. (I’m thinking something kinda jazzy and tinny? An old recording, like Beyond the Sea.) They manage a few shaky turns before Tubbo’s iron facade cracks and they both burst into tears, holding one another. We rotate to see that Tommy’s face is burning with fury. The Pit immediately follows this.

Tubbo, Ranboo, Tommy, Techno, Phil, Niki, Puffy, and Jack are all shown in various background scenes in the first trilogy to know how to knit, sew, weave, and/or crochet. In fact, the only character who cannot and is never shown trying to learn to work a fiber craft is Icarus Craft. The irony is rather obvious.

Phil has a medieval architect setup in his basement with a classic plaster drawing table (this is how the cathedrals were planned. The architect would pour plaster into a very thin layer on a tabletop, let it dry, and then use heavy metal compasses and tools to make thin precise lines in the plaster for their designs. They’d then fill the lines with charcoal or graphite and transfer the designs from there so the masons could access them easily) we see him using it once or twice, and at some point near the end of the whole series we see him teaching Tubbo how to use it.

Tommy picks flowers while out on a scouting mission with Techno (post- Welcome Home, Theseus) he’s carrying them in the bg for most of the scene and we see them in a jar on the kitchen table after Tommy’s betrayal.

#Molten wips #technoblade #mcyt #Technoblade cinematic universe #Tcu

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simplepotatofarmer · 9 months ago

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Loyal I had a Rivals idea (your selkie post reminded me of it) :3

Dream is a selkie and he's living with his human friends Sapnap and George, but one day he gets really REALLY sick so snf take him to the only other magical creature they know, Techno, and kind of don't know what to do so they hand Dream and his coat over to Techno and I have no idea what to do from there but I think Ranboo would be involved somehow 😭

oh neat!

i love selkie aus!

i've been rotating mine in my head for awhile. as it stands, in this au c!ranboo works as a clerk for c!wilbur's government but eventually starts passing along info to c!techno.

i'm very much a fan of c!ranboo being an awkward little guy who is very out of place and techno helping them find a place! that's almost always the direction i go for them, i guess because it's so similar to canon and i love canon peer pressure!

#loyal answers things

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modelbus · 10 months ago

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TAKE TWO ON A SHORT REQUEST. (I have no clue how long this will be as I’m writing it.)

Ranboo x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

AU: Apocalypse

Word: Perception

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OKAY so,

Y/N was visiting her best friend Ranboo, when the internet started blowing up with speculations of a ‘zombie apocalypse’. A growing number of ‘strange incidents’ near the center of the UK seemingly being the cause. Basically the incidents are entire towns going nuts and trying to kill EVERYTHING. Plant? KILL IT. Animal? KILL IT. Person..? Spread the disease.

The disease transmits through infected wounds, if you bleed in a highly contaminated area, bleed from being bitten or scratched by a diseased, something contaminated comes into contact with an open wound, things like that. If it gets in your blood stream you’re fucked basically. Some reason you can eat contaminated food.. as long as its not like, been bleed or drooled on by a diseased.

The incidents keep spreading and a few days later all planes coming in and out of the entire UK aren’t anymore. (NO MORE PLANES FOR YOU.) The disease also prolongs ‘life’ meaning the diseased can survive more than strugglers. blood loss isn’t a problem for the diseased, the only way to kill them is substantial damage to the brain or heart. (They can lose their fucking stomachs and be chill abt it.)

On average the disease spreads slowly for the first few days but becomes more de-habilitating as it progresses and by day 5 you can’t walk or anything around day 7 its incurable as it takes control of the brain, beginning to move again. (Its assumed consciousness is lost by the time they can stand, as they no seem to understand any languages, despite being physically able to speak in most cases.)

The internet is fine as its just in the UK, but staying in one place is dangerous as some of the diseased seem to have common sense. (Opening doors, using weapons, breaking down doors ect.) there are a very small amount of guns because its the uk, so most groups don’t have any.) Also just for shits and giggles, make the cure some random thing that makes no sense. (Example: Apples, pinecones, applying grape juice to the infected wound.)

Because of the smarter diseased, the two don’t stay in one place for so long, rotating between their four ‘bases’.. which are just Ran’s house, a small abandoned store they reinforced, a campsite in the woods and a store (like a costco if you know what that is) housing a larger group of survivors. (Ran and Y/N don’t have guns but the bigger group has like two and a small amount of ammo cuz one guy had a license for something, don’t ask me, he’s nice but kinda suspicious.)

ANYWAY. FUCK. THAT WAS ALL JUST WORLD BUILDING..

I was thinking a brief look at each base and then the main idea. for the main idea, while travelling from the group of strugglers to Ran’s house (their favourite base they would probably stay at all the time if they weren’t paranoid af), they hear something.

its a struggler, seemingly very hurt judging by the tone of voice, frequency of voice cracks and the gravelly sound of MAJOR overuse. Surprisingly the voice is familiar, the group had mentioned the person it belongs to not returning from a recent scouting session, the person they were with saying the got split up and couldn’t find the other.

Y/N and Ranboo quickly stop complaining to each other about the long (like half a day) travel, at the sound of slurred screams for help. However once they reach the sound, slowing to a halt, they don’t find the missing struggler.. not really.

ran and y/n be like; wait why are they just standing facing away from us there and not like on the ground or something.. and why do their eyes look so unfocused.. and why aren’t they saying anything other than ‘help’ ‘please’ or ‘help me’.. OH SHIT WHY THEY LOOK LIKE THAT, THEIR FACE IS ALL BLANK AND I CAN SEE THEIR FUCKIN RIBS.

They then basically have to get tf out of there as this super smart diseased chases them and isn’t dumb or anything. (Bonus if the diseased was me and had the first name star middle name Star and last name Moon teehee)

OKAY SO I FAILED BIG TIME, MOST OF THAT WAS WORLD BUILDING BUT STILL, ITS BEEN ALMOST 2 FUCKIN HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO SLEEP RIGHT AFTER THIS AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT.

ALSO ITS NOT EVEN MY ANGSTY ASSES FIRST IDEA.. In the first idea we were never there ran was just imagining us as a survival mechanism to motivate him to keep pushing, but then I was like oh wait thats a wee bit too dark-

NEXT TIME I SWEAR TO THE SUN IT WILL ONLY BE THE THREE WORDS. (And me celebrating that its so short-)

-✨🌌🌙 NOT Anon

I’ve learned to stop trusting you when you say “short”… this was SO hard to write for no reason 😭 I’m so sorry. This is so long it broke my tumblr too so…

Pairing: Cc!Ranboo x Fem!Reader

Apocalypse AU - Perception

You swore it happened overnight. Logically, you know that couldn’t have been true, but still. It felt like it. One day you were streaming, excited to be visiting Ranboo, and the next you were hiding in his house with a stockpile of kitchen knives.

Zombies.

Well, that’s not the official name for it. The official name was some type of disease, a scientist’s attempts at a cure for some virus gone wrong. According to the news, they thought their cure worked at first. Then their patient started biting people.

The world exploded.

Mostly the UK, as other countries were quick to shut down their borders, but the internet saw the chaos and ran with it. People started posting “survival guides” as jokes, but as the death toll rose the jokes slowed.

It wasn’t the so-called infected that were dying, though. No, those creatures live forever, even without 80% of their limbs. It was humans killing themselves (so they wouldn’t turn into an infected) or killing the infected to survive. Murder, maybe, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to jail.

Really, how can any government enforce laws during an apocalypse?

As most people said: shit hit the fan. Quick.

You and Ranboo got your shit together quick. Was it a bad thing he had anxiety through the roof? Yes. Was it extremely helpful during a fucking apocalypse? Hell yes.

The only good thing was that the infection only spread through open wounds. As long as you didn’t let a wound get contaminated, you were fine. The bad news? The infected practically wanted to maul you to create an open wound to infect.

Because of how quickly the infected could learn and adapt, you and Ranboo took to staying hidden. Mostly in his house, as it was huge and the most comfortable, but also in a few other places. It’s always better to be on the move, never letting the infected have a chance to sneak up on you.

“Ready to move to the store?” Ranboo asks, watching you kick dirt over the campfire the two of you had last night.

You had spent the night at your least favorite hideout: an old campground. There were fences that you and Ranboo had made certain were repaired, but sleeping in a tent in the outdoors wasn’t ideal.

Hence why the two of you only stayed there for one night at a time.

“Never been more ready.” You answer, glaring at the offending tent.

You shift the bag on your shoulders around, following Ranboo as he leads the two of you out of there.

The next base isn’t too far, it’s just a small convenience store that’s a day’s walk. All of your bases are in a circle formation so you can make a full loop back around. Also, so you don’t have to be walking for more than a day.

Neither one of you wants to be roaming at night.

“I vote that we have anything but beans for dinner.” You suggest, hurrying your pace to keep up with Ranboo’s long legs. If you have beans again, you’ll vomit.

“Soup?” He offers. “We’re running low.”

“Maybe we can skip dinner tonight and meet up with the big group a day early.” It’s not smart to break from your pattern, you know, but you’re dying here. Besides, the big group of survivors at the third base always had good food. They took shelter in a Costco, meaning they had all the food they needed right where they were living.

He gives a worried look, hesitating. “Should we break from routine? The routine has kept us, like, alive.”

“But what if the infected are catching onto the routine?” You counter, stepping over a rotted log.

“What if going early disrupts the balance of the world?” When you look at him, he’s grinning.

Of course, that’s right when a branch snaps out in the forest. Both of you halt, with you crouching down to grab a long and pointy stick. You’ll use it like a stake if you have to.

Nothing pops out after a few tense moments of silence, but both of you know better than to talk. If there’s even a chance an infected could hear you…

“We can skip dinner.” Ranboo whispers to you.

The rest of the walk is done in silence.

When you arrive at the convenience store, the two of you split up. You check for infected, poking around in every single dark corner. He gets the job of shoving empty metal shelves in front of the doors, just like you always do.

The infected might be strong enough to get past them, but the noise of it will at least wake you and Ranboo up. And, speaking of sleep, you can’t wait to crash on the pile of blankets in the store’s tiny bathroom.

When you two had originally found the store, you both deemed that the bathroom was the safest place to be. As such, it became the “bedroom” too. Not in the stalls, of course, and only in bathroom, so the toilets could still be used.

You head past the portable stovetop, shining your flashlight through the storage room. No food tonight, so you didn’t need to worry about heating it up.

You make your way through the empty shelves, double-checking the total lack of infected. Beneath your shoes, the linoleum is covered in dirt and mud.

“Coast is clear.” You announce.

“Door is barricaded.” Ranboo calls back, wiping his hands after drawing a smiley face in the dust. You can’t help but laugh at the sight. “Let’s get to bed early.” He adds on.

“Smart thinking. More energy from sleeping.” You nod. Thank God you had him, otherwise you would’ve been dead a long time ago.

Like the campsite, the two of you never stayed long at this store. It just felt sketchy. Like the infected would pop out of thin air.

There and then not, that’s the best way to survive. Eventually, some country will figure out a curse, and this will all be a crazy thing to put in history textbooks. Until then, you’re stuck migrating from Ranboo’s house, to a campsite, to a little store, to a Costco, and back to Ranboo’s house.

Anything to survive, right?

By the time you and Ranboo make it to the Costco with the larger group of people, your stomach is growling loudly. You wonder what they’re making. Chicken? Mashed potatoes? Oh, what you wouldn’t give for those little meatball things.

The red Costco sign is still bright above the main entrance, and you glare at it as you walk past. How dare it be so normal? How dare it remain the same, even when everything about your world has been turned upside down?

He leads the way to the back entrance, pausing with his fist raised. There’s a secret knocking code to get in, one that changes every few weeks.

“You remember it, right?” Ranboo asks you nervously, eyes flicking between the door and you.

Oh fuck. All you can do is stare blankly at him.

“Oh. Oh okay. Guess we can’t get in today, that’s fine, that’s really—“ he starts, lowering his hand with the same expression.

“Three knocks!” You blurt out. You knew it was in you somewhere!

He relaxes, nodding. “Three knocks.”

You step up, knocking for him. After a few seconds, the door swings wide open, revealing a woman with ripped jeans, a baggy shirt, red hair, and a bat.

“Oh, it’s you two.” She sighs. “In.”

Ranboo and you glance at each other before you step in. Normally they’re happy to see you’re both still alive, but maybe it’s just been a long day.

“Hungry? We’ve got burgers, made a few extra just in case.”

“Fuck ye—“ you start, only for Ranboo to elbow you.

“Yes please.” He says politely.

Screw him, there’s no time to be polite in the apocalypse.

The woman leads you to the food court, where everyone is gathered. You can already see a few people you remember the names of, including Sketchy Sam. Sketchy Sam wasn’t his actual name of course—it was just Sam—but it seemed to fit the man. He’s the one who supplied weapons to the group back in the beginning. And although he’s always seemed nice, you just can’t trust him.

Never trust a man with random weapons, that’s your motto.

“Is it just me, or do they see disappointed to see us?” You whisper to Ranboo. He nods slightly, leaning down.

“Oh yeah.” He agrees quietly.

The two of you grab some food and refill your water bottles quickly. There’s something tense in the air, like everyone is on edge. But you can’t figure out anything wrong.

“Hey.” You greet Sketchy Sam, sitting down across from him. Ranboo gives you a panicked look, but reluctantly sits too.

Listen, you don’t want to engage with Sketchy Sam, but he’s the most likely to know what’s going on. And he’ll be willing to tell you. For as odd as he is, he’s friendly too.

Sketchy Sam jerks his head upwards in a greeting.

“Is everything okay?” Very tactful question. Not too pointed, not too—

“We were hoping you’d be Star.” Another woman jumps in. She pops a chip into her mouth, crunching loudly. “They went out on a scouting mission, then vanished.”

“Vanished?” Ranboo repeats urgently. “Where?”

“Fuck knows. Thats what vanished means.” The woman rolls her eyes. “We haven’t heard from ‘em.”

“I’m sure they’re around somewhere.” You quickly say. “I mean, they’re smart, right? Everyone in this group is.”

“Won’t last without a weapon.” Sketchy Sam grunts.

“Star is smart, Sam. They’ll be fine out there, they’re just making their way back.” The woman insists, turning away from Sam to appeal to you. “They’re a good survivalist. Smart. No infected would get them, and everyone knows it. They’ll be back soon enough.”

You didn’t have the most hope, but you weren’t going to voice that. For all you knew, this woman was friends with the Star person. And maybe they actually are just fine.

Ranboo seems to have the same thoughts, because he knocks his knee against yours in a silent request for you to not say anything. Sometimes people need to cling onto their hopes.

“Right.” Ranboo nods at the woman. “And we can look for them too, when we’re traveling.”

She smiles—practically beams—back. “That’d be great. Our scouts keep looking, but you two go much farther than them. You’ll find them.”

Christ. Lying to this woman and saying you’ll look for her probably-dead-or-infected friend seems low, even for you. So instead, you stuff your face with food, changing the subject to the weather.

Leaving the Costco is the worst. It’s like departing from a utopia, just to be stuck trekking through the real world again. And it took forever to walk back to Ranboo’s house.

The two of you had stayed a few days with the others, but left right on schedule, per usual. Their missing person still hadn’t shown up though, which only served to convince you they were definitely dead.

“We should get electric scooters.” You tell Ranboo. “I bet we’d get places so much faster.”

“Where would we get one of those?” He asks, and you can practically feel the eye roll.

“Don’t know, but we should. It’s so hot and this walk takes forever.”

“What if we started running?”

“Does it look like I’ve got lanky ass legs?”

“My legs are not that—“

The two of you are cut off by a piercing shriek. You suppose it depends on your perspective, but that definitely sounded human.

“Help!” Someone shouts, and you tense. “Help me!”

“Is that a survivor?” Ranboo asks. “Are they alright?”

“Do they sound alright?” You don’t wait for an answer, instead sprinting toward the voice.

“I need help! Someone save me!”

Their voice cracks, and you wince at the sound. They sound like they’ve been dehydrated for days, or maybe they’ve been screaming for days.

Could this be Star? From the group?

“Help! Somebody! I need you!” They call out.

You crash through some bushes into a clearing, Ranboo hot on your heels. He practically trips over you when you stop abruptly.

There, across from you, you can see a person. They’re hunched over, arms hanging oddly. For a second, nobody moves.

“Uh, hey, we’re here to help?” Ranboo says, confused. “You good?”

“Please…” They whisper, turning slowly.

The air in your lungs freeze.

The person—the infected—has glazed over eyes, practically white. Their jaw hangs open: what’s left of it at least. And their stomach is ripped open, pearly white ribs shining in the daylight as you spot long trails of intestines wrapped around them.

Star was infected.

Star was infected, and you just ran right into them.

“Go! Go!” Ranboo shouts, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him.

You can hear Star running after the two of you, making low groaning noises. “Need help… help…” they groan.

It was a trap. You got fucking baited.

From your perspective, it had only seemed like someone who needed help. You should’ve known not to trust something like that in the apocalypse though.

“We’re close to home.” Ranboo calls to you, ducking under a branch.

You push him toward a bush, hoping that the infected will get caught in it. It’ll take longer, but it’ll be worth it.

Except, when you emerge from the other side, the infected is staggering toward you from the side. It went around the bush. It knew to go around the bush.

What the fuck were you up against?

They—it?—grabs your arm, and you scream in surprise. When you try to tug yourself away, its grip doesn’t budge.

Ranboo grabs a branch, swinging it into the infected’s face and sending it staggering back. The second it’s stunned, he’s back to dragging you while running.

You can see the house through the trees, tall and safe.

“Stop. Need help!” The infected screams at you, making your ears ring from the sheer volume.

Ranboo bursts into the backyard, heading for the ladder leaned against the side of the house. That’s your way in, because the infected typically don’t have enough limbs to climb. Or the coordination.

“You first.” He orders, and you don’t waste time by arguing. Besides, you have the shorter legs so you’ll take up less space on the ladder.

Quickly, you scale the ladder, fumbling with the window latch. Your hands are slick with sweat, and you fumble with it once. Twice.

On the third try, it pops open, and you throw yourself in headfirst. Not wasting time to scramble to your feet, you turn to grab Ranboo’s hand and haul him in.

But after a moment, it doesn’t appear.

You lean out the window, fingers gripping the windowsill tightly as you look down.

He’s nowhere in sight.

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