#c!tommy my little shining star

[fernflowerss]

Ok so I don't want to sound like the crazy one that is trying to grip too hard unto false hopes BUT

cc!philza has been wanting to do his finale for a while.

His wife is canonically DEATH ITSELF

He very (suspiciously?) Randomly appeared in friday's lore stream

If I remember correctly he has read passerine

Are y'all picking up what i'm putting down?

[fanfics4all]

Dream Shop

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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Smoak!Reader 

Word count: 1304

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

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Living in Star City was anything but easy. There were criminals learking around every corner, as well as meta-humans. However, the Green Arrow was there to keep them in check. Most people didn’t agree with his methods, but he was keeping our city safe. I was grateful that the Green Arrow was around, it meant less people that could possibly rob my little shop. I owned a tea and coffee shop near the former Glades. It wasn’t the best area for business, but everyone loved my shop so much that I was able to make a living. It was always my dream to run a tea shop, so I was proud of everything that I was doing. 

*Tommy’s POV* 

I opened the door to the little tea shop. I looked around at everyone sitting around at the tables. Most were people that lived near the area, there really weren’t many people from my tax bracket that came around the area. I took a seat at the only empty table and looked at the small menu. Everything was very affordable, which was perfect for the area it was in. The most appealing thing on the menu was a cinnamon tea. I normally just had coffee, but cinnamon tea sounded good. I also picked the plate of different cakes they made in house. I placed the menu down and looked up to see a waitress walking towards me. She was very cute and looked to be around my age. She was shorter than me, with Y/H/C. Her eyes were shining brightly, it matched her smile. She stopped in front of my table and pulled out a pen and a notepad from her apron. 

“Hi, welcome to Cuppa Corner! What could I get you?” She asked in a friendly and light voice. I gave her a small smile and glanced at the menu one more time.

“Can I get a cup of the cinnamon tea and that sampling of the delicious sounding cakes?” I asked and her smile seemed to brighten. 

“Amazing choices! I’ll get that started for you.” She said and went behind the counter, punching in the order. I looked around and noticed a few other workers in here, but the girl who took my order seemed to be doing the most. She was back behind the counter, making my tea and placing it on a small silver tray, then she reached into the display case and pulled out a little tower filled with small cakes. She placed that on the tray next to my tea and headed my way. She placed them each gently in front of me, all with a smile. 

“Thank you.” I said as I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like the perfect drink to have this time of the year. I took a sip and hummed happily. 

“This is amazing.” I said, looking up at the waitress. 

“Thank you, it’s my absolute favorite tea we make here.” She said and I smiled. 

“I can see why.” I said. 

“How long have you worked here?” I asked as I placed the cup down. 

“Since we opened.” She said with a small giggle. 

“Oh really? You know the owner?” I asked and she giggled again. 

“You’re looking at her.” She answered and my eyes widened a bit. 

“You own this place?” I asked and she nodded. 

“How’d you manage to get this place?” I asked. 

“It’s always been my dream to run a little tea shop, so when this building became available I jumped at the chance. My sister helped me out, but I paid her back everything she let me barrow.” She answered. 

“It’s really an amazing place. I don’t come around this part of town to often, but your place just caught my eye.” I said and she smiled. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She said. I heard the little bell to the front door chime, but neither of us looked. 

“Y/N?” I heard a familiar voice call. The girl I was talking to turned her head and her eyes lit up. 

“Felcity! What are you doing here?” She asked as a familiar face made her way over. 

“I came to get a cup of coffee, gonna be a long night, oh, hey Tommy.” Felicity said when she noticed me after pulled away from hugging the girl, who’s name was apparently Y/N.

“You guys know each other?” Y/N asked. 

“He’s friends with my boss, Oliver Queen.” She said, like she was reminding Y/N. Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“I know who your boss it, Fel.” She said and Felicity laughed. 

“Then you must reconize, Tommy Merlyn.” She said and motioned towards me. Y/N looked at me and her eyes widened. 

“Oh my God.” She said and Felicity laughed. 

“Thanks Felicity.” I sarcastically said and she laughed again. 

“If I didn’t tell my sister now, she would have never figured it out.” She said and my eyes widened. 

“This is your sister?” I asked Y/N and she nodded. 

“What a small world.” I said and Y/N nodded in agreement. 

“Anyway, one extra strong coffee, coming right up!” Y/N said and headed back behind the counter. 

“When were you going to introduce us to your sister?” I asked as Felicity took a seat across from me. 

“Y/N’s always busy with the cafe, I have to literally drag her out of here sometimes.” She answered and I chuckled. 

“Has Oliver met her yet?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“Like I said, trying to get Y/N out of here is probably the hardest thing to do. She loves this place and don’t get me wrong I’m so happy for her, but she hardly has a life anymore.” She answered sadly. Y/N walked back over with a large coffee and placed it in front of her sister. 

“Here you go! One extra strong coffee, on the house.” Y/N said with a wink. Felicity rolled her eyes and reached into her purse. 

“Don’t you dare! I told you a million times, you do not pay here.” Y/N said sternly. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, you deserve the money.” Felicity said and Y/N shook her head. 

“Nope, I refuse to take anymore of your money.” She said while crossing her arms. 

“Fine, but you have to promise me that you’re gonna take at least two days off this week.” Felicity said and Y/N sighed. 

“I have a lot of work to do here, Fel, you know I can’t just take a day off.” Y/N said and Felicity shook her head. 

“You’re the owner, Y/N, you can take some time off once in awhile, you don’t need to be here 24/7.” Felicity said. 

“How about you take tomorrow off and I take you to one of my favorite placed for dinner?” I asked and the girls looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Huh?” Y/N asked confused. 

“It’s only fair since you told me this was your favorite tea.” I said and she smiled with a small blush. 

“Um… I-I guess I can take tomorrow off.” She said with a slight stutter. 

“Oh so that’s what it takes? A date?” Felicity asked and Y/N blushed deeper. 

“He never said it was a date!” Y/N said and her sister rolled her eyes. 

“Tell her it’s a date.” Felicity said to me. 

“If you’d like it to be, I’d be more than happy to call it a date.” I said and Y/N smiled shly at me. 

“Okay… then it’s a date.” Y/N said and I smiled. 

“Perfect.” I said as I took a bite of one of the cakes. It was just as delicious as I thought it would be.

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[freezethebeez]

the people asked, and i have delivered: walz

on my main blog, i asked the people what draft i should post to fill this saturday's void. while the online people may have asked for all three, i asked some irl's and came to the conclusion of walz: a NLM c!Beeduo post-exile thing.

the fic was written after i fell asleep listening to tommy's exile vods, and i needed cbeeduo fluff to cope. do not be fooled, however. there is still plenty of angst. maybe too much...

info: angst (obviously), suicidal themes, a bit of fluff i suppose, c!tubbo-typical alcoholism, grief and guilt and all that good stuff, probably out-of-character, very self-indulgent

also: during the nlm era, while not canon (because they weren't in love at first), i imagine that it was c!beeduo's Dating/Flirting Era. that's why they are the way they are. gay mfs in gay love. good for them.

also also: c!ranboo is written different than i'd normally write him, but c!tubbo is basically the same– sad alcoholic

-> fic below the break :]

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Tubbo sighs. He doesn't feel like he deserves to be here— laying in a bed next to Ranboo. He doesn't deserve Ranboo right now; he doesn't deserve anything less than death right now.

Ranboo's laying on his side, facing him, looking up at him as if he isn't the worst person in the world right now.

He hadn't meant what he said.

Maybe he meant it before, up on top of the obsidian walls, but he doesn't mean it now. He hadn't realized the capacity of his consequences until they were laid upon him— pressed against his chest just below his heart; it aches.

"I heard everything," Ranboo murmurs. His voice is so soft, so quiet, and it sparks a bit of warmth within Tubbo. He turns on his side to face Ranboo; Ranboo looks so beautiful beneath the slivers of moonlight that shine through the window.

"On top of the wall, I mean," Ranboo clarifies. Their eyes meet— rather, Ranboo's eyes meet Tubbo's single one. His scars are still healing, though his doubts he's ever getting his right eye back.

"Did I make the right decision?" Tubbo asks.

"Hm?" Ranboo hums. He lifts a hand, brushing the bangs out of Tubbo's face, tucking the long, untrimmed strands behind his ear. His touch is gentle and sends chills down Tubbo's spine.

Tubbo doesn't bother repeating his question. He'd rather leave it unanswered, honestly.

He'll leave the question unanswered and he'll pretend that he deserves Ranboo's caring touch. That'd be okay right now.

"I can't—" Ranboo's hands tremble slightly as they grace Tubbo's cheek— the side without the scarring, "I can't say for sure, but I-I think you did." Ranboo gives him a fond smile. "Yeah, I think you did," he whispers. The way that Ranboo looks at Tubbo as if he hung the stars above makes Tubbo melt.

Tubbo takes Ranboo's hand, wrapping his fingers around it; Ranboo's hands are much larger than his. Tubbo runs his thumb across Ranboo's knuckles, tracing lines back and forth. In the near silence— save for their breathing and the sound of Tubbo's own heart beating loud in his ears— he thinks he hears Ranboo start to purr.

It's a quiet little thing— barely there— and it makes Tubbo smile a bit.

Ranboo never used to purr around Tubbo— used to get embarrassed when he did— he seems okay with it now, though. It's kinda cute, actually.

But there's no time to think about that.

Tubbo needs to remember his place. He doesn't deserve to lay with Ranboo— he doesn't deserve to listen to the soft rumbling in his chest— he doesn't deserve to even think about setting his head down on his chest so he can hear it better.

He has other issues at hand. He has other things to deal with.

"I don't think I did," Tubbo admits quietly. He sniffs; he thinks he wants to cry; he doesn't remember the last time he cried.

Ranboo stops purring. He has this worried, sympathetic look in his eyes that makes Tubbo feel a little sick.

Tubbo looks away— can't bear to look into Ranboo's eyes any longer— he thinks it'd make him cry.

"You— you could, like, exile me, too. If it'll make you feel better and all that," Ranboo suggests.

Tubbo shakes his head. "No. No, Ranboo, I—" he sighs, bringing Ranboo's hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles, "I would never exile you."

Ranboo's eyes widen— Tubbo only sees it out of the corner of his own.

The silence is deafening.

Tubbo hates it more than anything. There needs to be something— talking, even if it's just Ranboo rambling about whatever. He could sit here and berate and degrade Tubbo and Tubbo would be just fine with that, so long as it's Ranboo's voice and something to fill the void.

Although, in Tubbo's opinion, listening to Ranboo purr would be a much better experience.

"C'mere," Tubbo says, outstretching his arms. Ranboo shifts closer in their bed, sets his head down on Tubbo's chest and tosses an arm over his waist.

Forget not deserving it. Ranboo's here and he's warm and this void is going to eat Tubbo alive regardless so he might as well embrace any good he can get.

Tubbo gently caresses the top of Ranboo's head, fingers massaging his parts where his crown would lay, soothing parts of his hair that ache after wearing it all day— Tubbo's listened to Ranboo ramble about it while drunk before (Tubbo was the drunk one, for clarification, and he's honestly not sure how he remembers that detail, but it's resulted in almost daily head-scrtitches and Ranboo doesn't complain).

Ranboo's purring returns— a lot louder now, and it helps with Tubbo's head a bit, gives him something to focus on.

There's still a bit of an ache in his chest, as well as an ache in his head now, and he feels like maybe he should have a drink in his hand— but having Ranboo in his arms works, too, regardless of whether or not he deserves it.

He'll be okay for now. He'll be okay for this little while. He'll...

Everything will be okay, he's sure of it.

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Tubbo sighs heavily.

His lungs ache with it; his heart aches with it; he feels so sick.

He knew it was the wrong decision— he knew it and needs to go back— he has to go back and try again because if he doesn't he— Tommy's gonna fucking die without him.

No. No, Tommy's— he's fine. Tubbo just doesn't get it because he hasn't had the chance to be there, and he's jumping to conclusions based on the things Ranboo's told him and— and he's falling so, so far; he's waiting to hit the ground.

The wood of his desk feels cold beneath him. Winter is in full-swing and not once has it ever sunk this deep into his bones, making him cold from the inside out.

Tubbo misses summer.

As shit as the summer was— being pushed around like a toy amongst Schlatt and his cabinet and preparing for a war and all that— it was still... good. Things were good— they were better than this, certainly.

Tommy was still here during the summer.

Tommy was here and Tubbo hadn't made the worst fucking decision of his entire life and Tommy didn't hate him.

Now it's winter and Tubbo's going to spend Christmas alone— well, not— no, he has Ranboo, but he doesn't have Tommy and a Christmas without Tommy is not a Christmas at all. And still, it's winter and Tubbo's working more than he ever has in his life— the bags under his eyes are ugly and constant— and Tubbo drinks himself to sleep nearly every night. He's never felt this bad in his life, honestly.

Oh yeah, and Tommy hates him.

That's the worst part, Tubbo thinks.

Ranboo had read him one of the letters he received from Tommy. He told him that he should probably visit him soon. And Ranboo's right, Tubbo should, but there's so much guilt and shame in talking to him— merely thinking about him, so he just... doesn't.

Which, honestly, is probably worse— but Tubbo just can't bring himself to go over there. He thinks he's lose it— seeing Tommy would be his breaking point, and there's far too much work to do for that. L'Manberg is finally getting back to what it used to be and Tubbo has to manage that— he doesn't have time to go visit Tommy.

Ranboo can be the in-between person. Tommy still likes Ranboo. It's better for the both of them if Ranboo is their in-between.

Speaking of Ranboo...

Tubbo's still got his head down on his desk when he feels a hand settle on his back, rubbing back and forth between his shoulder blades. Tubbo sighs, sitting up, his back cracking as he does, and he wonders how long he's been sitting hunched over.

The hand on his back moves— there's quiet footsteps behind him— and it resettles on his shoulder, another hand joining. The hands press into his shoulders, massaging him gently, and a part of Tubbo wishes Ranboo wasn't so gentle— wishes he'd make it hurt; he never would.

"Ranboo," Tubbo starts, but his voice sounds scratchy and wrong, even to his own ears.

"It's late," Ranboo interjects, and Tubbo knows— he knows that it's late and that he should probably go to bed— it would be nice to go to bed, maybe have Ranboo just hold him for a bit— but he can't, there's more work to do and he can finish it— he can get it done tonight, it's not like he sleeps these days anyway.

He just needs to know one thing first— one thing while Ranboo's here— his in-between guy.

"How's Tommy?" Tubbo asks, and he can tell the question startles Ranboo by the way his hands stop their ministrations. And he can tell that the news is going to be bad by the way Ranboo leans down to plant a kiss on the top of his head.

"I don't think he's well," Ranboo replies, his voice barely there, and Tubbo thinks that he might cry— that they'll both end up crying.

He can't think about it— he doesn't think about it. He focuses, instead, on the sound of Ranboo pouring him a drink.

He knows Tommy's condition is worse than Ranboo says— he knows he's doing worse than just "not well"— he knows because Ranboo is handing him a half-empty glass of whiskey, and Tubbo wonders if Ranboo will give him the rest of the news after he's downed it.

Tubbo's not itching to know; he sips slowly at his drink.

"Are you gonna come to bed soon?" Ranboo asks. Tubbo can tell he's avoiding the subject, trying to get Tubbo's mind off of things.

"Maybe," he replies, playing along. He sighs, "I've got a lot of work to do," he mumbles.

"Can I help, at all?" Ranboo places a hand on the stack of papers Tubbo still has to read through and sign— a stack of papers that he'd rather not tend to at all, honestly.

He wouldn't want to burden Ranboo with any of his work anyways, so he waves him off. "Just go to bed, Ranboo," Tubbo says dismissively. "I'll... I'll be there eventually."

Hours pass. The stack of papers stays untouched, the glass is emptied entirely, and the other side of their bed stone cold.

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[faebriel]

hey bestie, thoughts on niki being the one to tell wilbur about new lmanburg and doomsday

INTRIGUING

quite frankly c!niki telling c!wilbur more about new l'manberg is something i hadn't given too much thought to as opposed to something like doomsday but i find the idea very interesting! esp in terms of like.....c!niki had her issues with nlm and even nipped off with c!fundy to go make dry waters at some point, i don't know how much fondness she would look back at those memories with in her grief and anger (also it's not really touched upon but she Hardcore Believed c!wilbur had just buggered off somewhere and Not Died until like...doomsday, yeah? it's definitely a time filtered through A Lot Of Issues for her. perhaps not to the extent that they were present around the nuke era but definitely taking form.)

whereas on c!wilbur's side the fact that nlm existed at all, had its little lanterns and docks and that it was rebuilt is something kind of amazing.

c!niki and c!wilbur have been having two entirely different conversations with each other ever since c!wilbur's exile back in manberg and it would be interesting to see that explored and addressed in this upcoming stream.

as for doomsday...................OOF it would be so feral. to be honest there are many diverging interpretations of doomsday and of course i have my own (l'manberg you will always be famous) so that skews my expectations and what i would like to see. i would like to see c!wilbur fight back against some of the arguments being put to him and although he has been on an increasingly cat-left-out-in-the-rain spiral for the last few streams having something like c!niki's murder attempt of c!tommy (something i lowkey can see her slipping up and mentioning if she got emotional enough) which was not even remotely his fault pinned on him as a kind of realisation moment that entirely too much is being put to his name. can't really become a better person when you're just accepting the crimes people claim you did and being blamed for so indirectly putting c!tommy in harm's way when he knows he has far more valid things to apologise to c!tommy for may be a turning point. also it is not great for his mental health to be doing this

admittedly this would not be as cool as involving c!dream in this discussion but well frankly c!niki is a shining star and watching her crash down to earth is very fun for me the c!niki enjoyer personally so i shan't complain

[transphilza]

ARE WE TALKING ABOUT BIRDS!! I LIKE BIRDS!! I KNOW A BIRD FOR C!TOMMY!!! HE WOULD BE A STARLING BECAUSE THEYRE VERY LOUD, VERY CONFRONTATIONAL, TEND TO ONLY TRAVEL IN GROUPS, AND VERY ENERGETIC. Also scrub Jay c!wilbur because they have a pretty color scheme and are crafty little fucks

I LOVE THIS LITTLE GUY also starling is such a cute name and ctommy is our little shining star so real and true <3

and OH MY GOD GET A LOAD OF THIS GUY. AMAZING

[waddei]

c!tommy is my shining star and c!dream is my special little freak i hope this helps

[demonadelem]

Bitch I'm fucking sick of all c!Tommy angst with no hope, I wanna see my boy happy. I'm sick of seeing him as the victim to defend against asshats in discourse. I'm sick of headcanons about unhealable damage to his body and mind. Dude! I wanna be happy about me resilient BAMF dandelion boy!

IM SICK OF MAKING C!TOMMY ANGST!!! I WANNA FEEL HAPPY ABOUT HIM!!!

The Tommy I know brought life to server at the brink of inactivity so many times!!! He is the sun that the world revolves around. Nobody else can change the world like he does, Ranboo discribed "force of nature". Tommy acts when no one else will, nobody has the guts to fight what needs to be fought like Tommy. He has lead atleast 3 armies and brought down 2 tyrants. Brought back himself from the brink of his own destruction.

Tommy refuses to give in to pessimistic ideologies, he truely rather be disappointed by failure then constantly wallow in the state of the world. He sometimes tries to act with little chance of success and high chance of backfire but that doesn't mean it wasn't worth trying! It's not immoral to be incompetent!!!

XDammit, he is such a kid and also literally me. He doesn't give up, not on the poeple he loves, not for a better future and most importantly he never gives up on himself. Lover of unlovable things proven lovable by him alone. He's the raccoon that you can't get rid of, not even death can keep the big man Tommyinnit down! He is more then a victim he is a survivor!

He really is the sun: bright, irritating and looking at him for too long makes you cry but his warmth brings so much light to life. Can you blame the world for wanting to revolve around him?

☀️C!Tommy my shining star☀️

[nocturnal-dreams]

We’ll Always Be Together

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Pairing: Sleepy Bois Inc x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst

Note: very based off of Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells The Story

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You squirmed in your father’s lap quietly as you heard him chuckle to himself while he tried to brush through your h/c hair, finding it more difficult than it was worth. Phil sighed to himself and let you go, warning you quickly to not run down the stairs after your loud brothers who rushed down the stairs in a hurry. You heard the laughter of your older brothers as the door was opened to the outside world, showing off the beautiful woods surrounding the cottage your father had set up home.

He wanted a safe place for his children to grow up, not somewhere like the Dream Smp, full of war and conflict, he’d rather his children got to grow up in a calm and loving home, filled with bees and flowers, not the cruel land that the people of the SMP called home.

Your eldest brother, Technoblade was leaning against a tree sharpening his stone sword, it was an upgrade from his wooden sword after multiple begging sessions towards Phil from Techno to allow him to have a better sword. Phil was just scared his eldest son was trying to grow up too fast, despite him already being 13. Philza knew eventually he would have to let all his children go on their own but he didn’t want to think about that for the time being.

Wilbur was strumming on his guitar high on one of the trees, he wasn’t exactly big enough for the guitar, the instrument being so big that Wilbur had to lean up to reach his hand over to strum the strings. He always wore the same yellow jumper, ten sizes too big because of Philza’s poor judgement of size when he made it, Wilbur constantly having to roll up the sleeves to go past his wrists.

Tommy was laughing on the ground with his bestfriend and newly adopted brother Tubbo, the two were laughing away while they laid in the bright green grass. Tubbo clinging to the giant bee plush, the only thing that was with Tubbo when he was left in the box at the cottage door next to the note.

‘Phil you know what to do, please give him what I can’t’

You often heard Tubbo crying in his bedroom he shared with Tommy, clinging to the bee as his little goat ears drooped down, little “maahs” coming with each sob. You would find yourself crawling out of your bed with the little makeshift green and white hat on top your head, a replica of the one Philza always wore. 

You’d knock on the door, entering quietly not to wake up Tommy, who was thankfully a deep sleeper, and hug Tubbo asking why he was crying. He’d simply say that he was just missing someone, you never pushed him further, commonly sharing a bed with him that night, both of you clinging to the giant bee that strangely smelled of whiskey even after the years that Tubbo stayed with your family. 

Philza soon came outside with all of you, scooping you up in his arms and making you ride on his shoulders as he mentioned wanting to show all of you something. You guys had hiked up the giant mountain and forests that hid the little cottage home from all the wars of the SMP. Tommy tried to scare you by throwing snowballs at the back of your head, you shrieking and hiding your face in Philza’s hat as Philza scolded his son with a glare and made him walk in between him and Technoblade so he could keep an eye on Tommy.

As you all had reached the top, you shivered lightly as the air got colder from the sun slowly setting to show off the shining full moon high in the sky, the northern lights mixing in with the dark star filled sky. Wilbur had lent you his yellow jumper that was definitely too big for your little body but you were still grateful, besides you could never have a too big jumper.

“This, my children, is the exact place my own father brought me when I was Tommy’s age, I was gonna wait to show you this place when Y/N was a little older but I thought now would be perfect as Techno and Wilbur are getting older and will be eventually on their own soon,” Philza sighed picking you up off his shoulders and allowing you to stand on the cliff with him, one of his wings still wrapped around you in case you got too close to the cliff edge, “it was a family tradition in my family, my father brought me here like my grandfather brought him and so on. I wish that if you are to have a family of your own that you will do the same as I know I won’t be around forever.”

You all turned to Philza who had taken off his hat, his blonde hair growing tangled with the short breeze. Philza looked towards the giant tree that was at the edge of the cliff, a shock that its roots were able to stay for so long, “no matter where we may go, the friends and enemies we make, the objects that may tear us apart, when our final lives are taken we will all be together, to find peace in the chaos. We’ll always be together, even when we are seperated, torn apart by sides, we’ll still be together.”

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[dreamsclock]

c!tommy my Angel my shining star my Ray of sunshine My little brother Etc etc

[dyketubbo]

i wanna start a tommy pos train actually (i know theres others, but there deserves to be more). rb this with anything thats positive relating to tommy, whether its the cc, the character he plays, his acting skills, mannerisms, links to a fic or to art that you like, your own art or fics or music or whatever, any sort of content that shows how much tommy is appreciated. ill go first

number one: his acting skills and writing are genuinely amazing, ive never gotten bored watching tommy because he always finds a way to turn even the most boring of things (i.e., the quarry) into exciting and funny bits. his character is one of the most solid ones in the smp and his simple complexity is such an amazing little puzzle and theres just something so so powerful about tommy writing an accurate depiction of abuse and trauma and even going as far as to establish triggers for his character and show even the ""ugly"" sides of trauma responses.

as someone whose been in similar positions as c!tommy, i genuinely thank cc!tommy for how he wrote, and continues to write, his character. even if c!tommy has a lot more downs than ups, its always nice to see a victim who reacts with anger *and* compassion be loved and cared about

and two: the cc himself. its very obvious that his characters compassion and love is sourced directly from tommy himself. from the way his friends talk about him to the way he openly spews encouragement, even unprompted. when wilbur says tommyinnit is going places, thats fucking true. yes hes a little shit and sometimes its unapologetically but hes always been so so open to learn and hes genuinely hilarious just on his own! once youre able to ground yourself in "this is satire", his longer bits (emily is away <3 stream) get funny as hell and even just the short bursts (kareninnit) often make me have to take a second just to muffle my laughter.

tommys a good person. i can say that with certainty. i cannot fucking wait to see tommy build himself back up while taking time for himself and come back even better, because i know itll be amazing. he messes up yes, but his virtues shine so fucking brightly its hard to ignore them once you notice them. tommys reachin for the moon, and maybe he wont reach it, but fuck will he land amongst the stars

again, feel free to add on whatever you want! (as long as you dont share shit w/o credit obvs) i rambled because thats how i roll, but even if its just a captionless doodle, whatever you can do, if it makes people happy, thats all that matters

[clingyduoapologist]

I saw the summary and was already crying noo :(((. c!tommy my grasshopper my shining star, c!Eryn my archer boy, teaching him, im :(. I cried i am crying this was so endearing and so so ouch :(. I miss L'Manberg and i miss c!Eryn. Great fic mutual <3 sorry to rant in your asks everyone please read the fic.

Thank you Cup!!

But yeah I was Very Mentally Healthytm after Eryn’s lore stream and had this little idea bouncing around for a bit, so glad to hear people are enjoying it!

My fic btw

[fernflowerss]

Does anyone remember how, if I'm correct, when Wilbur showed us the plans in case he won the elections it would have ended up with him and Tommy moving out to the woods?

And now Tommy proposed to Tubbo to do basically that?

[capt-spooki3]

Sunsets Never Felt The Same...

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x Reader

Warnings: Angst. There will be feels in this, just wait for it. BUT THERE IS A LOT OF FLUFF TOO

After a long day, Wilbur gets to watch the sunset with his favorite person though neither of them knew how that day would change them forever...

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The soft padding of footsteps sounded on the chilled stone walkways that connected a few of the small houses in L’manburg. Even with the promise of war on the horizon and dangerous tension in the air, the evening is quiet, the only noises being the hoot of an owl or frogs down by the waters near the homes. Despite all that hung in the balance, it felt peaceful. The evening giving a false sense of things being perfectly fine.

Wilbur strode over the stone, his L’manburg suit being retired for the evening and replaced with a dark shirt and pants though he neglected to put on shoes. It seemed unnecessary as it wasn’t like he was walking a mile. Though with contacts out for the night, he made sure to grab his glasses.

He took a deep breath in, taking in the refreshing night air, and sighed. A smile crossed his lips and he chuckled, looking aside to the horizon that was painted with soft colors. Blues and pinks fading into purple around the setting sun while the rest of the sky was a deep and dark blue, littered with thousands of stars that were becoming more and more vibrant as the seconds ticked on and the sky darkened evermore.

“Oh, hey Wilbur.” A quiet voice spoke, catching his attention as he looked over. Just the person he was on a mission to see. Y/n sat on the top step of their small porch, dressed in a hoodie a size or two too big and shorts. It was a nice night for late September so he couldn’t really blame them for that choice. “What are you doing wanderin’ around?”

“I just so happened to be seeking some company,” He tilted his head quizzically at them, holding his hands loosely behind his back. “Mind if I sit?”

They perked up and scooted to the side from the middle of the step and patted the wood beside them. “Of course, come on.”

He walked over, climbing a couple of stairs before taking a seat on the other side of the step, making sure to give them room even with the urge in him to sit closer. Even if it was just a couple of inches.

“It’s a nice night, perfect for watching the sun set I'd say. It won’t be long till I have to start bringing a blanket out with me though.” They giggled, seeming excited to do so instead of seeing the extra work as a burden. Wilbur looked at them as they gazed at the sky, his heart-melting with their giggle and own gaze softening just looking at them. The way the evening light from the setting sun bathed their skin oh so gently. The only better sight is seeing them in the early morning glow, never had he thought he could describe someone as ethereal before, but it was truly amazing how captivating it made them look.

“Will?” He turned away right as they looked at him, cheeks warming with slight embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry I guess I zoned out. Were you talking?” He glanced at them again, meeting their curious eyes for a moment before looking back to the now purple sky surrounding the nearly fully set sun.

“I just asked if you were okay. I can imagine you’ve been under a lot of stress lately. Even not being your right-hand man in this war, I know it weighs a lot on the mind even as a soldier.” They said with a cute sort of fondness mixed with worry.

“You’ve got the right idea that’s for sure.” He let out a breathy laugh, turning to them. “It has been rough, I will be honest with you. I haven’t been the best but…” He trailed off, their gazes were locked. The world seemed unreal around them, every issue in his life left his mind as he let all of his focus revolve around the lovely person by his side. Even as they shifted nervously with his eyes on them for so long and their cheeks reddening a tad, he felt more at ease than he had in months. “Right now, I feel on top of the world.”

Y/n laughed, they were so easy to fluster it seemed. 

“You really are one for the dramatics aren’t you Wilby.” Their eyes lingered on him a bit longer as they started to change their position, moving a bit closer to him as they pulled their legs up to their chest and looked at the stars that had started to litter the sky in front of them in place of the sun.

He was about to shoot them a response, till he heard distance honking and looked to the other end of the sky, barely making out a flock of geese. Silence fell over both of them as they listened to the nostalgic calls of the birds overhead that filled the two with a deep sense of calm.

The peacefulness of the moment they were sharing felt almost romantic, something you couldn’t experience with just anyone, and right now he, at least, wished to spend it with only them. Silent wishes filled his thoughts that they felt the same.

“Yeah? Well maybe I am… you sure seem to like it though, so I would say that’s okay.” His voice held a teasing note in it and he leaned back to rest his hands on the porch behind him, taking in and letting out a deep breath.

“I think you’re really lovely-”

“I like you a lot Wilbur-”

The two said at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before Y/n couldn’t contain their laughter, and Wilbur quickly followed after in a spurt of laughter. It took a few moments for them to calm down and catch their breaths to which, with a few giggles in between some of their words, started up again.

“Okay okay- I’m sorry, you go first.”

“I-” He giggled a bit, “I, I think you’re very lovely.” He said wholeheartedly, looking at him with a smile, and pointed to them to tell them to go next.

“Okay… I like you a lot… Wilbur.” They got out, shyly, growing visibly nervous as they fiddled with their hands and letting their gaze float around. Gods did he truly adore them and hearing that filled him with bittersweet happiness.

You see, Sally hadn’t been gone long, so confessions of love always brought him back to moments of her. He shook the thought from his head, he shouldn’t dwell on someone who wasn’t going to return to him and he knew she would want him to do this. 

For himself. For his happiness, no matter how short-lived it might be.

“Would it be too straightforward to tell you I was deeply in love with you? That I see you as the bright and forever shining sun in the sky? That to me, looking into your eyes has felt more magical than anything this crazy world had provided or thrown our way?” Wilbur shifted his body toward them, leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees.

“What if I told you that nearly every waking moment since I realized my own infatuation, I have thought about you. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve screwed up because I was so wrapped up in my thoughts. Oh god and the hours at night that all I want is to get up and walk to your door and just hug you. Wrap you in my arms and never let you go.” He sighed, chuckling a little at Y/n’s baffled expression, and smiled. Wilbur reached out and ran the back of his fingers over their cheek and moved a little bit of hair behind their ear.

“That wouldn’t be… too straight forward would it?” He whispered, treasuring the way their head tilted toward where his hand was lingering before they reached up to press his palm to their cheek and gaze at him with a loving look that just turned him into an absolutely lovesick fool for them.

“No… I don’t think so. I think you said just the right words.” Their words clung to him, immediately replaying themselves over and over in his mind.

He moved closer to them so his leg was touching theirs as they were now crossed and facing him. Leaning himself forward, watching them as they watched him right back, but he scrunched his face up a little. Wilbur reached up and pulled his glasses off his face, now that they were so close he wanted to really look at them and see their face without needing help from contacts or lenses. He let them spill out of his hand to the wood beside him.

“You wouldn’t...mind if I kissed you right now, would you?” Y/n whispered.

“God, please do.”

They giggled at his quick response, taking their hand off his and in return cupping his face to which he moved his hand to their upper arm, holding his breath in anticipation with his eyes closed. But they didn’t move. He opened his eyes to see them smiling at him like he was a little kitten.

“W-What?”

“You are so cute.” They said before closing the distance and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips to which he kissed back eagerly. This sweet form of intimacy was one he missed most of all after losing Sally. He never imagined being able to feel something like this for a long time, the moment they kissed him though, he could feel all tension just fall from his body as he melted into them. His arms wrapped down around their waist and they moved on hand from his cheek to put around his neck.

Wilbur didn’t want to admit it, but finally feeling this comfort and affection after bottling up so many feelings day after day, it seemed to really get to him as he felt a tear roll down his cheek and Y/n pulled away quickly to look at him, obviously concerned.

“Will are you okay? What’s wro-”

“I’m okay… I-I’m… this is just so nice.”

“Aw...Will…” Y/n wiped away the tear with their thumb, making him chuckle a little and he kissed them again, letting the entirety of them fill his senses. The moment felt so perfect, like nothing in the world could ruin it.

“Pfft- eyy get a room, Wilbur!!” Tommy’s voice rang out causing Wilbur to pull away and look toward the voice. 

It seemed Tommy and Tubbo wanted to take a late-night walk. 

He felt his face heat up in embarrassment and Y/n bury their face in his chest, seemingly just as embarrassed

“T-Tommy- man what the hell?!” Tommy cackled and leaned over, whispering something to Tubbo and gesturing over to the two, making Tubbo laugh. 

“Hey have a good night, don’t keep them up too late tonight!” Tommy teased right before the two picked up their pace, running off. He was going to shout something at him but decided to let him go with just an unamused sigh.

Y/n giggled though at the boys and he looked down to look at them to which they wrapped their arms around him.

“It is kinda late you know.”

“Oh- right I’m sorry you're probably tired. I’ll go okay?” He spoke softly and they let go of him to look at him.

“Actually… could you stay?”

Wilbur went silent for a few moments before smiling. “Now that is pretty forward.” He teased, referencing his earlier words, and they immediately flushed a bit.

“N-No no I didn’t mean- no i just…” They trailed off, too embarrassed to continue and he just chuckled, kissing their forehead.

“I know, it’s okay sunshine. I’ll stay for tonight if it'll make you happy.” He reached over to where he haphazardly dumped his glasses on the porch beside him. “Y/n… I hope you know that I love you so much. You really are incredible.”

~~

“Wilbur!” Y/n yelled at him, catching him right as he jumped down from the wall at the lowest point. He didn’t expect anyone to see him especially with the commotion going on inside.

“You need to go, I have places to be.” Being so cold to them hurt, but he didn’t have time to be nice.

“Will…” They cried and stepped toward him, his face softened and he smiled. He laughed. His shoulders shook and he lowered his head, hands in his pockets.

He removed his hands and strode toward Y/n with a walk and pace that made them back up, but not fast enough to get away from him as he was already right in front of them. He left nearly no space as his gloved hands cupped their cheeks firmly, but still with a fond gentleness. A slow, excited, shaky breath left his lips and he laughed softly before he took a deep breath. His eyes met their’s, the sweetness was there but the crazed glint was evident and the sight made them tense up.

“I know no one else saw this coming and to everyone else, what is to come may be considered a tragedy, but darling,

My sun,

My beautiful sunflower among fields of roses,

This was the fate of this country. This was my destiny.”

He glanced toward the walls as a firework shot, screams for Tubbo following after and Y/n watched in fear, but he turned their face back toward him. He pulled their face to him, though the action was gentle, and he pressed his lips to theirs. Tears spilled over their cheeks and upon feeling them on his hands he pulled away just to get pulled right back by them. It was almost as they were desperately trying to block out the cries and shouts by kissing him.

Wilbur forced himself away, needing to get to the final control room, and stared at them with their vulnerable expression.

“Don’t mourn me, my love, don’t cry. This is how the world was bound to end up so don’t wish for a different future.

I do not regret any of my decisions leading up to this point." He sounded excited.

"Even now, my marvelous star, I do not feel the wish to redo a single action of mine that made this future possible.

I need you to live your life and live it well. Know I will be with you in spirit, I will never be gone so do not miss me.”

With a final kiss and a message whispered in their ear, he was gone.

~~

Y/n didn't dare move from the spot Wilbur abandoned them in. Fear froze them for they didn't know what he had planned. Many minutes passed before the first explosion rang out. 

They stood, facing the wall of their country, the one they fought so hard to defend, as the TNT blasted rubble and dust their way while all they could do was watch. They fell to their knees, being shown the remnants of their precious country as Wilbur’s whispered words rang clear in their mind again. The tears spilled down their cheeks endlessly, not wanting to believe what he had done.

“Just enjoy the show, darling, as it is for you.”

It seemed he really was the dramatic type...

[painless-innit-colourful]

The Light Behind Their Eyes

It’s been a long-time headcanon of mine that the songs of Conventional Weapons exist in the universe of Dangers Days. And I’m sure you can guess which one this fic concerns... After a few terrible weeks for the rebels, there’s a special guest on Dr Death’s radio show, and they’ve got a very special message for the Zones.

It's been a bad few weeks in the Zones.

It began almost three weeks ago, when Dr D announced over the airwaves that Jet Star and the Kobra Kid got themselves dusted. Since then, it's been almost every night; killjoy names no one you know has ever heard of being given their two words on the evening 'cast. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W sightings are more frequent, and claps happen every few hours. BLI seems to finally be cracking down on the desert rebels like they once promised they would, and it's leaving crews down members and everyone losing hope. Some say 'Destroya and the Pheonix Witch have abandoned us', but you try to hold out hope. Destroya protects the droids foremost, and only heaven knows if they're currently having as bad a time as the 'joys. As for the Pheonix Witch... Supposed sightings have dried up, but you're not surprised. With all the dustings lately, she must be busy. Whispers throughout the desert say they can hear the ghosts of the passed killjoys shouting out in the static, singing their songs long into the night in a spiritual procession through the sand wastes. A parade of death, like a cemetery drive on the move. It's a depressing thought, but it holds up to reason. The mailbox is full.

You're alone tonight; you needed some air. The campfire's been burning for hours, and though it could attract some less than wanted attention, it's a put it out or go inside kind of night. Next to it sits an empty can of Power Pup (it's been tasting worse recently) and your radio. It blares some old Mad Gear song, which Dr D introduced as a "favourite of our Fab Four" when it started. His intros have been weirdly short these past few hours. You sit back and try to enjoy the last thirty seconds or so of the song. The sun set hours ago, and the stars are out. You wonder if the old dust trails about ghosted 'joys becoming stars are true.

"Alright, children," Dr Death's nightly greeting sounds out into the night air. "The lights are out, and the party's over. But before I go, I've got one more treat for you." In the background, while he talks, you hear the strained tones of an acoustic guitar being tuned. That gets your attention. Guitars - electric ones - are common at Zone concerts, but since they're so quiet, no one plays acoustic guitars. The only other time you've ever heard one was when you came across a half-broken thing with your crew in the burnt-out shell of an old building. No one could figure out how to make it sound anything but rusty. "I've got an old friend with a pretty shiny piece of junk here, and they'd like to play you a song. Let's just say, you won't get this at none o' your Mad Gear shows. Sing yourselves to sleep tumbleweeds, and don't let the static swallow you up. Goodnight." There's a moment of quiet as whoever shuffles towards the microphone, and you hit the 'record' button on your radio just as Dr D softly utters: "S'all your's Party." The archaic tape recorder splutters and whirrs to life, wheezing from disuse before the little crimson light blinks on, just as whoever it is in the Dr's studio starts to strum gently. You sit back again as they begin to sing:

"So long to all my friends, / Every one of them met tragic ends."

Somewhere in the second line, their voice breaks and Dr D murmurs something you don't catch. Their playing isn't amazing, but the guitar seems to almost be crying its notes, surrounding them in emotion, though maybe that's just you. These past weeks have been harsh, and you haven't heard something so gentle in a long time.

"With every passing day, / I'd be lying if I didn't say / That I miss them all tonight / And if they only knew what I would say,"

Something about the lyrics makes you want to go get your crew and hold them tight, protect them from the elements and BLInd and whatever's out there in the static to be afeared of. Everyone in the desert knows someone who's recently joined the parade of the dead, whether they were your best mate or the chilly weirdo you got into a fight over PP prices with at Tommy's. You wonder if the singer has lost someone recently too.

"If I could be with you tonight, / I would sing you to sleep / Never let them take the light behind your eyes / One day I'll lose this fight / As we fade in the dark / Just remember you will always burn as bright."

The desert seems to grow still around you, as even the wind stops to listen to the melody of the 'joy on the radio. Who is that? You recognise their voice somewhat: you've heard them in the background of Dr Death's broadcasts before, and any voice on the radio that isn't one of the DJs or Cherri Cola gets your attention. Right before they started singing Dr D called them Party... You wrack your brain for any Killjoys with Party in the name, and the only one that comes to mind is Party Poison, of the Fab Four. Could it be them? Dr D said before that last Mad Gear song that it was a "favourite of our Fab Four", and the loss of Party's friend and brother was the beginning of this awful few weeks for all the Zones so... it could make sense. Then again, maybe it isn't.

"Be strong and hold my hand, / Time it comes for us, you'll understand / We'll say goodbye today, / And I'm sorry how it ends this way, / If you promise not to cry, / Then I'll tell you just what I would say-"

Their voice grows stronger, more sure of themself as they sing, though they break again a little on "promise not to cry". As they get louder, someone (presumably Dr D) starts drumming using his desk, and the wind around you picks back up, whipping sand into a frenzy and nearly dousing your campfire early. You can hear something far away in the desert; the wind is moaning, and the sky responds.

"If I could be with you tonight, / I would sing you to sleep / Never let them take the light behind your eyes / I'll fail and lose this fight / Never fade in the dark / Just remember you will always burn as bright."

The passion behind their words sounds like a promise. The wind intensifies; the desert itself is howling, the sand puts your campfire out and leaves you alone in the noisy silence. Your empty Power Pup can is scooped up by the wind and tossed away, clanging against something on the way down, the sound like mournful crying. Without the firelight, the stars that suddenly fill the once-empty expanse above grow brighter to compensate. You shuffle closer to your radio and turn it up slightly, and hear the song of a defiant killjoy join the cacophonous fray:

"The light behind your eyes. / The light behind your- / Sometimes we must grow stronger and / You can't be stronger in the dark. / When I'm here, no longer / You must be stronger and-"

As the singing 'joy enters the bridge, something appears in the sandstorm. People: killjoys, running, dancing, singing in unheard voices, laughing to jokes never heard. Their colours are brighter than the stars, their smiles wider than the Zones. They are walking as one, up and down the dunes, a heaving mass of people celebrating, firing rayguns into the dark, toasting Power Pup like it doesn't taste like dog food. Someone else appears before you as you grab your radio and hold it tight, lest the wind carries it off. You look up to see her dark cloak, her halo of violet light, her mask staring back. As the sandstorm rages and the wind tears at you like needles, it snatches at the top of your head, taking your mask as it rests there. It flies away towards her at speed, and she catches it in an outstretched hand. The dancing 'joys shine brighter for a moment, and something in the pit of your stomach makes you feel weightless. You start to rise to your feet, but she steps forward, her hand reaching towards your own.

"If I could be with you tonight, / I would sing you to sleep / Never let them take the light behind your eyes / I failed and lost this fight / Never fade in the dark / Just remember you will always burn as bright. / The light behind your eyes."

The Pheonix Witch stands before your trembling form and presses your mask back into your shaking hand. She steps away, and you feel lightheaded, the dancing lights burning too bright, a hundred stars leaping skyward. She turns and walks towards the procession of ghosted killjoys, leaving you once again alone in the sand. The colours of the procession fade to greys and blacks, and then altogether. The Witch disappears, and you see your vision blur with tears. You slump sideways and lie there in the desert, at the centre of a sandstorm, radio clutched to your heart, mask scrunched in one hand. You vaguely hear the singer repeat the last line "The light behind your eyes” again, and again, and again, like a lullaby into the night.

When you wake, it's all white noise. At some point the tape recorder stopped - you're not sure how, as your radio is still clutched to your chest. Your mask is still in hand. You shake off the sand that's piled around you.

The sandstorm. You check for grazes, but nothing hurts. It's freezing, you realise, and still hours away from sunrise, or alarm clock radiation, as one of your crew likes to call it. You better get inside before you die of hypothermia or something. You turn off the radio and head into the building in which your crew are sleeping.

Somewhere in the desert, a crow caws.

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Taglist: @chaoticemopigeon @antikalvinclub (remember this thing?!)

[gayboober]

i am an inniter through and through. c!tommy is my boy my shining star my skrimblo. but oh my god i forgot how frustrating the days pre-exile arc were. he could have just stayed a little quieter and it would have been fine.

[fuckingthefictional]

All I want- (part one)

Michael Gray x reader

Written version of this gifset that I made, bonus points for anyone who can find the lyrics to a certain song that inspired this.

Next Chapter is found —> here

For @finallyforgotten who wanted more of this :)

Henry used to be Y/N’s knight in shining armour. He was always there, he was perfect and filled her up with all the love that she could possibly want or need.

He used to tell Y/N that she was a star in his eyes, he’d hold the door open for her and hold her hand in the dark.

He was just always there.

And Y/N felt as if she was never alone. Until one day she was.

When Henry suddenly left, it caused a brewing storm to swirl inside of the pit of the young woman’s stomach.

But when Y/N brought it up with her mother, the only claim was that “men like Henry were perfect on paper, but they lie to the face.”

It frustrated her- did Henry think she was the kind of girl who needed to be saved. Is that why he took such interest in her? Because she was an easy target?

All of these questions just created more stress and sadness to strike Y/N’s body. She didn’t know who to trust or believe anymore.

It didn’t matter what she conjured up in her mind- All that stood was that Henry had left and with him he took Y/N’s heart.

But he’d left something with her, something that he didn’t know about. And that was his child- the same child that grew within Y/N.

“Ticket ma’am?”

Y/N looked up from her book to see a portly looking train conductor stood in front of her.

“Yes, sorry.” She reached down to her pocket and pulled out the slip of paper, handing it to the gentleman.

He inspected it for a moment, before puncturing a hole into the side, “Are you sure you’re meant to be taking a single to London miss?”

Y/N’s heart leapt up into her throat, “Yes, my mother purchased the ticket for me, I’m to meet my cousin at the station.” She rambled on.

The train conductor passed the slip of paper back, “if you say so.” He mumbled before walking away.

It was only half true, Y/N mused, she was meeting her cousin at the station and her mother did purchase the ticket for her. But she was going to London indefinitely, to have her baby out of the prying eyes of her neighbours.

As her father said before she left, ‘she and her cousin could be the family disgraces together’.

Y/N watched as the world went past, flashes of green melted into a drab mix of greys.

Her new life was moments away, as the train pulled into King’s cross station.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N heaved down her luggage (careful to avoid her stomach region) and began to disembark off the steam engine.

She scanned around frantically, praying that she hadn’t been stood up by her cousin.

“Y/N!”

Whipping around at the sound of her name, she came face to face with her older cousin.

James, wasn’t much older than she was. He was a few years older than she (but he took great pride in bragging about it and holding it over her head).

In fact it had been a good few years since Y/N had even seen James, as he was banned from the family when he was 17.

After he was caught in bed with another male- it meant nothing to Y/N then and nothing to her now.

He was happy, if he found love in the arms of a man then who was she to judge? - she was 17, pregnant and unmarried.

“James!” The pair embraced, swaying as the did so.

“Come on,” the man exclaimed, “we can talk more when we get home.” And with that he picked up the luggage and guided her through the station.

~

“So how come you’ve suddenly decided to come and live with me hmm?”

Y/N paused, debating on what to say but ultimately deciding that there was no point in hiding it at this point.

“I’m pregnant.” She spoke, “and father is ready to disown me so, they sent me to you.”

“Jesus Y/N/N you’re 17,” he rubbed his face with his hands, “You’re practically a child yourself.”

Y/N felt her body shake, “you know if I had a bobbin for every time someone has said that to me, I’d be a fucking millionaire,” she laughed without humour, “I’m going to be a mother james, and every single time someone says what you said, I become more determined to be a good mum.”

“Y/N sit down for a second and stop ranting.” James pointed opposite to the chair she’d previously been occupying, “What I was going to say was that you’re young, so you’re going to need all the support you can get. Which is why I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

-

Months later, Y/N was nearing the last month of her pregnancy.

It wasn’t an overreaction to say that she was big. She felt like a bloated whale.

But the young mother found herself getting support from both James and Ada.

God, Y/N was so thankful for Ada. She was the most genuine, caring and hardworking woman that Y/N had ever met.

They’d become great friends ever since they had first met.

The older woman was understanding, but not disconcerting. Loving, but not in a smothering sort of way. Supportive and just damn genuine.

Ada became like the older sister she never had growing up, and the latter was but all happy to take on that role.

She was the one that Y/N could confide in- even about Henry.

“What about the father?”

Y/N looked down, tears already pooling in her eyes, “He’s a boy from my past.” She sniffled,”We fell in love but it didn’t last.”

Ada looked sympathetic, “What happened?”

Y/N found herself shrugging, “It was just like- the second I figured it out he pushed me away,” she steadied her voice, “And I won’t fight for love if he won’t meet me half way- I won’t do it Ada. And I say that I’m through with him, but here I am talking and crying over him.”

Y/N looked at her friend who seemed to be waiting for her to carry on, “All I want it a good guy,” she stated, “Are my expectations far to high? Is there something wrong with me for wanting that?”

Ada just leant forwards, placing her hands on top of Y/N’s shaking ones, “Look- I’ve been through all of these questions. There’s nothing wrong with you okay- I mean look at you Y/N,” she pointed at the other girl’s body, “You’re trying your best at the end of the day, you’re not alone, you have me, Karl, James and Your own child and that is enough for me. You should be proud.”

It was through Ada that Y/N met Thomas Shelby for the first time- which at the time she hadn’t known but would become her future employer.

What was there to say about Thomas Shelby. He was intimidating, he demanded the power of the room. And his eyes- God his eyes. They were piercing blue and just made you cold by looking at them.

The first time Y/N had met the man, she swore she could feel her child squirm inside her, almost as if they were turning away in comfort.

But Ada soon set the record straight, reassuring her brother that Y/N was trusted by her and that the younger girl was a close friend.

The second time that Tommy and Y/N ran into each other was quite literally so. Y/N had been going out for walks (something recommended by her doctor), she was due any day at that point.

She’d been walking in her own little world, fantasising about what her child would look like. Whether they would have Henry’s unruly curls or her eyes.

And then she walked into a wall. A rather tall, slim wall. That spoke with a Brummie accent...and wore a pocket watch.

It was by then that Y/N had realised that it wasn’t actually a brick wall she’d stumbled into. But in fact Thomas Shelby.

Immediately you had stuttered an apology, explaining why you had been so out of it.

He took one look at you. A quick up and down. Before he spoke, “When’re you due?”

The answer caught Y/N completely off guard, she had been expecting a threat for scuffing up his shoes.

“Um, actually I’m due any day now.” She stammered, rubbing her belly lovingly. It was strange really- just how quick she’d grown to love the life inside of her.

The Brummie hummed in understanding, “I remember when Ada was that far along with Karl- a right bloody firecracker she was.”

Y/N smiled slightly, it sure sounded like Ada.

“Listen- Ada would ‘ave my bollocks on a silver platter if I didn’t walk you back to the ‘ouse,” Tommy licked his lips, “So.” He gestured to the arm he was holding out.

“Thank you Mr Shelby.” Y/N said, holding on his arm as they walked the last few streets.

“Tommy- call me Tommy.”

-

Matthew James Johnson was born kicking and screaming on the 14th of February at exactly 2 o’clock in the morning.

He weighed in at 6 pounds and 4 ounces and was everything Y/N could’ve ever imagined or hoped for.

As predicted Matthew held a head full of soft, blonde curls (just like his father) and his eyes were her own Y/E/C. He was just the perfect little mix of her and Henry.

And even though it broke her heart at first, she eventually began to see it as a blessing. Her baby was someone who she would love forever, who she would never let down.

-

A months later Y/N strolled into the apartment angrily. She was turned out of a job, yet again. It felt like it was becoming an impossible feat.

She was simply just unemployable, which angered her hugely.

Y/N was a mother for Christ’s sake, she had a baby who depended on her. How on earth was she supposed to do that for someone if she couldn’t even get a steady stream of income coming through the door.

Matthew was around 8 months old now, he was a troublemaker- but still managed to capture his mother’s heart at every glance. He made Y/N’s life worth it, he really did.

Slamming the large door behind her, she shrugged off her coat and hung it up on the coat rack. There was another that had been added to the normal pile.

Ada’s family must’ve been visiting again. She quietly crept through the hallway, attempting to stay out of the eyes of the Shelby family.

It would’ve worked mind you- if Matthew hadn’t spotted you through the crack in the doorway.

“Ma-ma-ma.” He babbled happily from the floor.

Y/N walked in almost guiltily, scooping up her baby boy from the carpet and planting a soft kiss on his rosy red cheeks.

Ada stopped mid conversation and looked up at Y/N hopefully, “So?”

“Turned away.” The young mother answered frustratedly, “It getting tiring now Ada, I-“

“Ada love, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” The voice came from a stern looking woman.

“Pol,” Ada turned the woman, “This is Y/N- James’ cousin and a close friend of mine.” She turned to the girl who was still holding the wriggling baby, “And this is Matthew, Y/N’s baby boy and my godson.”

Polly was stared intently at the boy in Y/N’s arms. The stare itself was calculating and judgemental but Y/N felt...oddly safe around the woman.

“He’s a beautiful boy,” She spoke softly, “reminds me of my Michael when he was this size.”

Y/N just smiled awkwardly, she had no clue who Michael was, she cleared her throat, asking timidly “Would you like to hold him?”

The older woman opened her arms for the child, and when Matthew was safe in them he gurgled happily.

The door creaked open again, this time Tommy walked through the frame.

The pair had actually become quite good friends of the past months. There was nothing romantic, or remotely sexual about their relationship. It was just a friendship.

Tommy was an the older brother, he kept and eye out and looked out for the girl and her son.

“Y/N.” He nodded to the girl, “When did you get in?”

“Just now,” she replied, “Job interview ran over.”

“And?” He prompted, hand digging in his blazer pocket for a cigarette.

“No smoking around the children Tommy- you know the rules,” Y/N reminded him, “And it didn’t go well- they turned me away.”

Tommy appeared to be deep in thought, “My fiancé is due to have a baby in May.” He paused again, “If you’d accept- I’d be happy to hire you as the baby’s nanny.”

“But Matthew-“

“Can stay with you while you work, it’s only a matter of balancing your family life and work life.”

“Has your fiancé agreed with this arrangement?” Y/N folded her arms.

“She will, she trusts me- and I trust you.” Tommy looked deeply at you, “So?”

“Okay.” The young woman looked at Ada, “I’ll do it.”