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firefly464 · 4 years

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The Real World - Chapter 6

Ok I’m really curious to see what you guys think of this one. Let me or Pami know what potential theories you may have because thats always very interesting 👀.

Also I dunno if I’ve mentioned this before but constructive criticism is always welcomed and very much appreciated! I’m always looking to improve as a writer, and I’ve found that critiques

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Dream stepped into the small building that had been dedicated to peace negotiations. It wasn’t much other than a single room with a long table, but the tension inside could have been cut with a knife. On one side of the table sat George, Sapnap, Punz, and Eret. All four were tense, ready to attack at any moment. It was completely different from the joking, playful atmosphere that has surrounded them that morning. Sapnap glared at the masked man as he entered the building, likely considering just how many different ways he could strangle him. Dream was once more thankful for the mask covering his face, as he turned away with a grimace.

On the other side sat Tubbo and Fundy. The L’Manberg side of the table was filled with a very different atmosphere. They both wore expressions of very hesitant hope. Tubbo turned to Wilbur as he walked in, his eyes asking a silent question.

The older man gave a small nod, his face revealing nothing. A of disbelief spread over Tubbo’s face. “What's the catch?” he asked hesitantly, staring at the masked man for an answer.

A very small smile formed on Dreams face, although it was hidden to the younger boy. He shrugged, saying, “None. The Dream SMP surrenders to L’manberg.”

The skeptic look on Tubbo’s face only increases.

A low growl emerged from Sapnap’s throat. “Dream, you can’t do this,” he hissed sharply.

Dream ignored him, pulling the document from his bag. He rolled it out on the table. On the top of the document, in big, bold letters, read “Treaty of Surrender.” Under that, the words “By signing this document, the Dream SMP hereby recognizes L’manberg as its own, independent nation.” Below, in smaller print, was a list of different agreements. It wasn’t complex, mostly just outlining the basics of any peace treaty. But everyone knew what it meant.

A quill sat in a small inkwell on the table. With a steady hand, Dream picked it up, and signed the paper. He had nearly started to sign his actual name, but had managed to catch himself last minute. Setting the quill down, he glanced at the men sitting at either side of him. “I require that at least one of my own men signs this treaty as a witness,” he declared, staring them each in the eye individually.

The resulting silence was palpable. Not a single person stood, offering to sign the document. ‘They’re all too prideful. They don’t want to admit defeat,’ Dream thought as he looked at them.

2 to 3 minutes passed in silence. Then, something surprising happened. Eret stood, staring at the paper with a furrowed brow. “I’m still becoming king, right?” he asked.

Dream nodded. He had figured that Eret had been promised the position by the other Dream, so he had made sure to include it. “Of course.”

“Then I will sign.” In a swift motion, Eret signed the document and tossed the quill onto the table in front of Wilbur.

Dream sent his friend a relieved smile. “Thank you Eret. Now then. Wilbur, it is your turn to sign.”

Wilbur quickly read over the terms of surrender and signed the document, Tommy signing as well as witness.

The entire room seemed to hold its breath as the quill scratched against the paper. It felt like the entire world had let out a huge sigh of relief the moment Tommy picked the quill back up. Dream smiled and rolled up the document. “Well then. The treaty shall be kept in here for safe keeping. You guys are good to go if you want,” he said, trying his best to sound official and important sounding.

Apparently it worked. Tubbo stared at where the document had been sitting moments before. In a soft tone, he whispered, “we did it…”

Wilbur placed a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder, and very quietly replied “Yeah. We did it”

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Dream watched as Tommy, Wilbur, Fundy, and Tubbo all left the small building. He had been hoping to leave as well, but one look at the people around him told him that wasn’t going to be an option. He gulped nervously.

The moment that the L’manberg soldiers were out of view, Sapnap was on his feat, sword in hand. He stormed over to Dream, pinning him to the wall, blade across his neck. His face was twisted with anger and rage. “You son of a bitch what the hell was that about?! What the fuck were you thinking?!?!”

“I have my reasons Sapnap,” Dream choked out. It was the second time in 24 hours that someone had held a sword to his neck, and it wasn’t a trend that he particularly enjoyed. Hopefully, it was a trend that wasn’t going to continue.

“Bullshit! You swore to me that you were going to win this war! Not that you were going to fucking surrender!” He cried, pressing the blade into Dreams skin. Small beads of blood started to form where metal met skin. “We had them! We fucking had them and you went and threw it away like a coward!”

“I didn’t realize that letting people live was such a crime Sapnap!” Dream shouted back. “I didn’t fucking realize that it was illegal to feel pity or sympathy!”

His friend stared at him, before putting even more pressure against the blade. Dream was starting to panic slightly “I didn’t follow you to be lectured on granting mercy, Dream. I followed you because you swore you would win.” he took a step back, allowing Dream to fall to the ground at his feet.

Dream coughed several times, trying to recover from his windpipe being crushed. He pounded a fist to his chest, trying to clear his airway. When he looked up at Sapnap, he was greeted only with a kick to the chest, sending him sprawling across the floor. The mask, so carefully fixed by someone he had thought of as a friend, had flown across the room. Dream didn’t care. He wanted that mask gone.

He lay there on the ground for a minute, trying to desperately catch his breath. “Wh-why…?” he asked, the words coming out as desperate gasps for air.

“Heh. Never thought I would see the day when the great Dream lay at my feet, begging for mercy. Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Sapnap said with a chuckle. He turned towards the door. “I’m leaving. If you have any need of me again, you know where to find me. Just next time, I expect some actual fucking results.”

George walked around the long table as Sapnap left, looking at his friend in concern. Eret and Punz had already left, leaving just the two of them. “I really hope you have a plan,” he said. His eyes were full of pity as he walked away, leaving the gasping man alone on the floor.

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“Dude, are you serious?” It was late at night, around midnight. Dream and Tommy were back at the training grounds, each trying to learn how to fight. Of course, they didn’t exactly have anyone to teach them, so they were both just practicing basic moves that Dream had seen George use. The results were… varied, to say the least.

As they spared, Dream had told Tommy what had happened earlier that day after the conference. “I mean, I knew Sapnap was a little bitch, but I didn’t realize he was that much of a dick here”

Dream shrugged. “He used to joke that he was like a mercenary, and only in it for the money. Guess that it’s less of a joke here.”

“I feel like anything that was jokingly on stream held some sliver of truth here. Including everyone’s personalities,” Tommy chuckled as he blocked a strike “that’s probably why no one trusts me here. I kinda acted like a complete idiot on stream”

“You still do.”

“Oh haha. At least I wasn’t a fucking psychopath”

Dream shook his head “I still don’t get why I was apparently so scary…”

“You literally sent us a voice clip saying that you would burn L’manberg to the ground if we didn’t surrender”

Dream let out a sigh “yeah… Yeah I suppose I did”

Sensing the sudden mood shift, Tommy quickly tried his best to change the subject. “So… What about George? Is he any different from back home?”

“George is…” Dream’s voice trailed off as he thought, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words.

“George is no different from how he’s always been,” said the man in question as he stepped out of the shadows. For the third time that day, Dream found himself with the blade of a netherite sword against his throat. “Now then. Would either of you care to explain who the hell you are and what you’re doing here?”

Tommy dropped his wooden training sword and raised his hands into the air, trying to look as harmless as possible. “George, how much… How much did you hear?” He asked, keeping his voice calm, despite the fact that he wanted to scream.

George shifted the blade so that it was now pointed at the teenagers throat, shutting him up rather quickly. “I heard enough to know that neither of you are who you say you are. What the fuck is going on?”

Dream took a small step towards his friend, his hands up as well “Look, we’re still Tommy and Dream, I promise.” He knew that he couldn’t try to lie his way out of this one. To be honest, their best option was probably to tell the truth and hope George could keep his mouth shut.

“Exactly!” Tommy chimed in, trying to be helpful. Dream glared at him.

“Please. I’m not an idiot. I knew something was wrong from the moment you shot Tommy during the duel. The real Dream never would have taken off his mask, much less show any sort of regret,” George said, stepping forward so that his blade rested against Dream’s neck, in the exact same spot Sapnap had cut earlier.

“I’m still Dream, I swear! Just because I’m not fucking insane doesn’t mean I’m a different person!”

“Maybe, but the real Dream would know how to fight. He wouldn’t be flailing around with a sword like a chicken with its head cut off.”

Tommy snorted “He’s got you there. You do look really stupid.”

Dream made a choking sound in surprise “I- You look just as dumb!”

“Maybe, but at least I’m not supposed to be the world's greatest swordsman”

“As a child, your opinion is automatically invalid”

“As a child, I automatically don’t give a shit.”

George’s eyes darted between the two, as if he were watching an intense tennis match. “Enough!” he finally yelled, shutting them both up pretty quickly. “All I want are some fucking answers!” He pressed his sword more against Dreams throat, opening the thin cut and allowing a small trickle of blood to form.

Dream gulped and looked at Tommy. Normally he would have taken control of the situation himself, but he didn’t exactly trust himself to not anger his friend.

Tommy nodded, and started to explain their story. He told George how the two of them had suddenly been transported from their home to the SMP world. He explained how neither of them knew what was going on, or why they couldn’t leave. He even explained how back home, everyone had been friends. The war had been nothing more than a game, a show that they had put on for the sake of entertainment. As he spoke about his own home, he could feel tears start to pool up inside his eyes. He hastily tried to wipe them away, but it didn’t matter. George had already seen.

The man lowered his sword, not once taking his eyes off either of them. “So you’re telling me that you come from a world where all of this,” he gestured around him towards the world as he spoke, “is completely fake.”

“Yeah, that sums it up pretty well,” Tommy replied, rubbing the red scar on his neck. It was a nervous habit that he had quickly picked up from Wilbur, despite the fact that he hadn’t even been there when he had received the scar.

Dream stumbled back, using his jacket sleeve to try and stop the stream of blood from his neck. There was already a dark stain on the cuff from earlier that day. God, he was going to get a lasting scar if this continued. “We just want to get home,” He told George, “I promise, we don’t mean anyone any harm.”

George pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “You both do realize how unbelievable this all sounds, right?”

“Yeah, we know”

“I really don’t want to believe you… But this explains so much. Is that why you trashed your base?”

“I told you I was feeling stressed. I just may have failed to mention what exactly I was stressed about”

“I knew you weren’t feeling well… I just didn’t realize it was because of something like this. That's why neither of you know how to fight anymore, isn’t it?”

Tommy shrugged “Sword fighting isn’t exactly a common sport in our world. I’ve never even touched a real sword before this week.”

“Oh my god… Does anyone else know?” George asked.

Dream looked over at Tommy, silently asking a question. Tommy shook his head “The only person who knows something is wrong is Tubbo, and he thinks I just have amnesia from a weird enchantment or something.”

“Are you serious? I thought we agreed not to tell anyone!”

“This was before I even knew you were here! How else was I supposed to get any information? Besides, Tubbo’s my bro. I trust him not to tell anyone.”

“What about Wilbur…? Does he know?” George asked, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Nope. I mean, he clearly knows that something is up, but other than that he has no idea.”

“That doesn’t seem right… Wilbur should know that his second in command is missing.”

Tommy cried out in outrage, “What do you mean? I’m right here!”

“He means the other you. You know, the one that actually lived here?” Dream said calmly.

“Exactly. That other Tommy is currently missing. Who knows where he could be. Wilbur deserves to know.”

Tommy let out a groan of annoyance “ughhhh fine! I’ll tell him tomorrow. 10 bucks he isn’t going to believe me.”

“No way am I losing 10 bucks like that,” Dream replied.

“Killjoy,” The teenager muttered.

George was once more watching them both with confusion. He looked down at his feet, trying to weigh his options. That’s when he noticed the discarded training swords. An idea sprang into his head. “What if I tried to teach you both sword fighting? I’m not the best, but the other Dream taught me, and he was the best of the best.”

Dream grimaced. Just another reminder that he was just an imposter. Still, he forced himself to nod. “That would be good. Thanks.”

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“Please, I just want to go home…” Tommy said into the phone. It had taken a bit of work to convince Wilbur and Tubbo that he wasn’t insane and definitely knew what a phone was, but they had eventually caved.

Wilbur hadn’t wanted to question his younger friend after who knows what had happened to him. It would have just stressed him out and made everyone more upset. So he had allowed Tommy to borrow his phone to call Dream. Now, him and Tubbo were sat at the table in Tommy’s backyard, hearing only snippets of the one-sided conversation.

“What do you mean? Why not?! I won’t do anything I promise!” A couple seconds of silence. Tommy’s face went slack in shock. “You can’t be serious. No, no no no you’re joking, aren’t you. Y-you wouldn’t dare.” More silence. “Fine! I won’t, I swear! Just please don’t do it.”

Wilbur watched the conversation with concern. He could hear Tommy’s raised voice from where he was sitting, and what he was hearing was definitely good cause for concern. He glanced at Tubbo, who looked just as worried.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will. Bye.” A long, drawn out tone sounded from the speaker. Tommy sighed and walked back over to Wilbur and Tubbo, trying his best to hide his tears. It didn’t work.

Tubbo was instantly on alert, trying to check on his friend. “Hey man, are you ok?” He made sure not to get too close after getting hit in the jaw.

“Y-yeah. Yeah I’m good. Just… just a bit in shock still. A lot has happened in the past week…”

“You want to talk about it?” Wilbur asked gently.

Tommy shook his head violently “No. No I really don’t. Don’t worry guys, I’ll be fine. Thanks”

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 years

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messed up that I can’t write my fanfic and original work at the same time

#YES I want to write br!sapnap and br!tommy bonding YES I want to write Miles and Dorian getting into a fight #why can I not do both #I have two hands #areus rambles #fineeee I'll just pick one and its already sapnap and tommy

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aresonist · 2 years

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i forgot yo post this but this is basically the whole vampire au (Oh, the joys of being alive

okay so like the whole of sbi is vampire hunters (not tommy tho too young lol) (and its a very respectful position mind you) and wilbur goes on a mission to check something out one day full on being like "theres not gonna be anything there lol dont even worry about it" and boom there is and he gets bit and turned which is hella painful mind you and he wakes up and hes either in like nikis house (BIGGG FUNCKING MANSION bc vampire) or he just meets her right after waking up and hes like oh my god whats goijg on and she takes him home like a stary cat bc this is clearly a newly turned vampire and hes is clearly so confused and in need of help. bur basically ranboo was already there and they like explain that hes a vampire yada yada yada qnd hes oh my fucking god i cant go home MY FAMILY IS LITERALLY HUNTERS (this a thing that he doesnt really tell them which leads to silly little problems later) AND I GO HOME AND THEY DONT KILL ME THEY WILL BE FORCED TO LIKE MOVE AND DROP THE JOB OH M Y GOD so he doesnt go home he stays with niki and ranboo very sad and at some point hes just like accepted it it ofc is hard to deal with but what can you as a person in a society do and theres a lot of silly things that happen but at some point him and his fam do like meet again and its kind of okay they r fineeee its gonna be fineeeeeee its a silly au with lots of angst potential ITS FINEEE oh also ranboo is friends with tubbo and tommy and tommy is literally from a vampire hunter family hes a danger and tubbo has like always known he does not care but before he let tommy and ranboo meet he tells ranboo "just so you know tommy is a hunter might wanna stay in the closet with the vmapire thing chief" so he does and he also doesnt tell niki and wilbur bc he really likes his friends he wants to be able to keep being friends with them SO WILBUR DOESNT KNOWWWW and ranboo DOESNT KNOW IT WILBURS FUCKING BROTHER RIGHT (at least for a good while yknow)

additional things:-ranboo turned bc of a bet to go deep in the 'vampire' forest where he got a attacked turned woke up like a day later met niki and she was like oh youre a vampire! and hes like I AM A WHAT

-ranboo has been there for maybe like 100 years

-vampire society is very silly and nikis family is like extremely wealthy she has her whole mansion and everything its cool

-turned vampires r kinda frowned upon especially the 'early' ones bc they r not 'pure blood' and basically left overs that started breathing again

-theres a specific angst part that i refuse to talk about or even think about it

additional notes:

-i dont have this wholw thing figure dout yet shit might change idk

-i am not a good writer

this is all very shitly written down but thats bc i literally just wanted to have it noted somewhere

#oh the joys of being alive au #wilbur soot #ranboo #niki nihachu #mcyt #vampire au

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.

within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.

“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.

for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

“this food… is so… fucking good.”

“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

“i’m fineeee”

“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag?#idk

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someone1348 · 3 years

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This one was requested by @miinkiiyo

People in this: Ler!Tommyinit, Lee!Tubbo

(Clingyduo our beloved!)

(PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!)

With Prompt #4, "I-think- I think I'm stuck..."

Tw: mild cursing! But that's it the rest is soft!

With all that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Tommy this isn't funny!

"But i don't want tooo" Tubbo whined to Tommy as he had been asked to go and grab materials from the mines.

"Come on Tubbo we need supplies and as the leader when Wilbur isn't around i request materials for this great nation" Tommy saluted the smaller one as Tubbo huffed

"Why can't you do it yourself?"

"Because i need to help Fundy prepare potions, you won't be there for long and I'll come check on you when i finish i promise!" Tommy gave his best friend a big smile and a pat on the back to which Tubbo smiled back

"Fineeee" he giggled a bit, he could never stay mad at Tommy.

Walking down into the mines he kept his torch handy,

"Ugh its so dark down here" he searched a bit "yes! Iron!" He placed the torch down on the stone wall next to him taking out his pickaxe mining away.

"Maybe when Tommy gets here we can go to the nether, no way am i going alone" he spoke out loud to himself smiling as he went back to work.

Mining away a small tunnel he got multiple stacks of coblestone, iron, and more he was tired and had a streak of coal across his cheek

"Ughhhhhh i dont wannaaaaa" he complained sliding down one of the sides of the tunnel he had created.

"Boop boop" he played with a rock to his left "man this is so boringg humph!-" he threw the rock against the wall, "hmmm" he searched through his inventory looking for things to do,

"Ooooo! Thats perfect!" He got the materials together and continued digging he built stairs going down into a small room to hold his teammates, he was making it as a plan C in case things go south, crafting a couple of pistons and a hidden stone pressure plate he created the secret doorway to the area.

"I'll make another one later!"

He was excited to tell Tommy and the others about it, Tommy first though, it could be their little escape room together to go and hide and just be alone, he could finally have something to call theirs!

He's always wanted a secret place just for the two of them, ever since Phil told them the stories of a place like that, a place of their own, as kids.

"Okayy! Just a few more touch up's and we will be set!" He was going to go back and work on the interior soon just wanted to get the doors working first,

He stepped on the pressure plate and was about to go through before they closed wrapping around his wrists and trapping his ankles,

"Uh oh,,"

He was stuck, no matter how much he moved he couldn't budge, that's when he heard it.

"TUBBOO!" his best friend called out for him from the mines

'Double uh oh!' He thought already feeling embarrassed.

"TOMMY! HELP ME!!" He yelled out as Tommy rushed towards the sound.

"TUBBO! t-" the blonde blinked a few times examining the situation the brunette had gotten himself into before bursting out laughing "BAHAHA TUHUHUBOO WHAT THE HELL?! H-HOHOW?"

Tubbo Growled "Tommyy!" He whined "This isn't funny! Help mee! I-think- I think I'm stuck..."

Tommy slowed his laughter down to giggles "Oh how the tables have turned!"

Tubbo gulped the light pink glow spreading to his cheeks,

"Do you remember what you did when I got stuck in between pistons?~" He poked his own chest slowly walking forward towards him emphasizing the 'I' when he spoke.

Tubbo bit his lip trying to hold back the nervous giggles as his best friend stepped closer and closer to him.

"T-Tommy! Plehease you d-dont have to do this, w-we can talk about this, yea?"

Soon enough the blonde was right in front of him smirking

"Sure tubbo we can talk about this!" He smiled as tubbo looked at him with hope in his eyes

"Really?"

"Nope!" He smirked once more pushing his hands forward tickling under the bee lovers arms.

"AHH! NOHOHOHOHO WAIT! TOMMYY!" He Twisted his head side to side trying to escape,

"Let UP! THIhiIs isN'T FaiR!!! HAHA!" Tubbo yelled through his laughter

"Oh it's so fair my friend" Tommy giggled moving his wiggly fingers down to his ribs

"Eep hehe tOhohomMY!"

"Yes Tubbo?~" The blonde giggled making sure to glide upon each ticklish bone

"DAHA hEEhey! COme onN!" Tubbo whined his face flushed, this is torture! He joked in his head a bit, its embarrassing more like it!

"Whats wrong Tubso? Can't handle what you dish out?~" Tommy's smirk grew moving his hands closer inwards

"DON'T TOMMY!"

"Or what big man?~"

"Dohoho it and im so getting you back!"

"Karma's a bitch my friend HAHAHA!" Tommy evilly laughed moving his hands down and under his shirt to tickle his stomach,

"NAHAHAHAAHA FUHUHUCK TOHOHOHOMMY!! NOT FAHAHAHAIR! EEP!!" Tubbo threw his head side to side going into hysterics, his bangs covering his embarrassed red face.

"Hehe No this is fair, this!" Tommy emphasized getting down to his knees "this would be unfair~" he took a deep breath blowing a raspberry directly on his bellybutton

"TOMMY N-AHHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEAHAHAHASE BLUHUHUHULE! TOMMYYYY!!!"

Tommy immediately backed off helping to rub away the ghost tickles

"Im sorry mate did i go to far?" He got up rubbing the back of his neck

"Nahaha it's all good mate!"

"Okay good!"

"Can you help me out of this though now?"

"Oh yeah right!" He stepped on the pressure plate as tubbo got unstuck falling to the ground.

"You alright?" Tommy scrambled helping him up, "yeah yeah im good!" The two giggled standing up.

"What even is this place?" Tommy asked looking around

"I made it as a plan C for tomorrow but also for us as a cool secret hide out! Whenever we wanted!"

Tommy smiled and sat down "i love it"

"Same"

The scilence was comfortable untill

"Oh and Toms?"

"Yea?"

"Revenge is sweet~" he Pounced onto his best friend going immediately for his stomach,

"TUHUHUBBO!!!"

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I hope you enjoyed!! I'm so sorry this took forever to get out! The rest are on the way but enjoyy! :]

#k writes tk things #dreamsmp tickle fic #mcyt tickle #lee!tubbo #ler!tommyinnit #ler!tommy #the clingy duo #the Clingy duo tickle fic

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natureismynature · 3 years

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Ponk is low key really forgiving like he has the opposite of a villain arc right now. He is still around Sam and hasn't forgiven him at all but still at the very least tolerates him. Sam has shown absolutely no remorse for literal torture and Ponk still hasn't tried to kill or hurt him yet. Is this sorta a bad or good thing? Forgiveness is good and all but Sam has done nothing not even a "I went too far". I am worried someone might use Ponk's good nature against him. Ponk is smart but still weak when it comes to people he cares about. He is a bit too good natured and probably is actually a bit to forgiving to the people who hurts him.. If someone exploits this Ponk might be too hesitant to actually notice or try to stop the manipulation. But those are only my thoughts,What about you? What do you think?

(Sorry for the essay I got carried away)

(Essays are fineeee my dude, I'm used to answering long asks and I really enjoy sharing ideas so keep it coming if you want :])

I think Ponk's forgiving nature is actually a bad thing for him... it's sweet, really, that he can forgive and forget so easily, but it's actually quite destructive.

Like you said, Sam hasn't shown any form of remorse for what he did to Ponk, but they are still hanging around him and being loyal even after that. Not to mention they were also a victim of Bad's 'trapping people in the Egg to infect them' scheme twice and they still joined the Eggpire (well, it was to spite Sam but still... Ponk knew what the eggheads were and they still chose them for structure). And we can't forget about the fact that Tommy has been nothing but destructive to every structure Ponk has built at the very beginning of the server but Ponk was still a firm supporter of Tommy till the very end.

To anyone else, these things would have caused them to hate the person who wronged them that much for the rest of their lives, but Ponk just... easily forgave and forgot. I can understand Tommy, but Sam and Bad? Man, Ponk's a literal saint if he even managed to forgive those two for what they did to him.

I'm also worried that someone would eventually use his good nature against him... but then again, he's only susceptible to forgive that fast to people he cares about (in canon... because we all know he still hasn't forgiven Puffy for shit XD). And when I look at people he cares about... I don't really see anyone using it to manipulate him. Idk if Quackity's manipulative tendencies would ever rub off on Sam, Foolish, and Purpled... but who knows? As of now though, I don't see a reason for Quackity to go after Ponk. Dream however... is a different story. But that's a topic for another day XD

#dream smp #dropsbyponk #ask #timb answers

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ratremusagere · 4 years

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Flirting with A... Baby!

Terrible name I know XD. Only tw is Roman is a little rude but he's quickly nicer!

Word Count: 2,043

Remus was hanging out downstairs while his boyfriend and brother were filming their video with Thomas.

He looked up and smiled when he saw that Virgil's eye shadow was a purple color. "Hi baby, I can see you're excited!"

Virgil giggled and sat in remus' lap. "Mhm! M help tommy an daddy!! Daddy called me brave!"

"Oh he did? Well your daddy is right! You're the most brave little baby ever!"

Roman walked in and smiled when he saw his brother and boyfriend. "Is papa getting all the cuddles?"

Virgil gasped "daddy!!! Papa called m brave too!!" Virgil said, making grabby hands at his daddy.

Roman chuckled and scooped up Virgil "oh he did? Well that's very nice of him to say! Now, I think your papa and I have a baby who needs to be changed. Isn't that right rem?"

"I think so Ro, I think our baby needs to get into some comfy clothes!" Remus said, leading the two to Virgil's little space room.

"Daddyyyyy, papaaaaa, m not a babyyyyy" Virgil said, pouting at the two of them.

"Oh really? Well how old is our not baby?" Remus said opening the door for Virgil and Roman

"M five! Very big kid!" Roman chuckled and sat on the bed with Virgil in his lap "wow baby! You're very big! Does our big boy wanna pick out his own clothes?"

Virgil nodded excitedly and ran over to his closet. He looked around a bit before pulling out a nightmare before Christmas shirt and a purple skirt. He also grabbed a pair of red and green socks "m wanna wear this!"

Remus and Roman awed at Virgil "okay baby boy, let's get you changed! Do you need help honey?"

"Uh uh m big boy!" Virgil said rushing to the bathroom. "He's so cute, isn't he ro?"

"He really is. I'm glad he's so excited too! I think this is the first time I've seen him with purple eyeshadow before he was fully regressed"

"I know! Whatever y'all did to make him so happy I'm really proud of" Remus said hugging Roman "speaking of, you know I'm proud of you Ro, right? I hear a lot of what you say about yourself and you don't deserve it."

Roman blushed and teared up "thanks rem, I really needed to hear that."

Virgil came running back into the room smiling at the two excitedly. "Lookie daddy and papa! Lookie at m skirt!" He said twirling around

"We see that little emo," Roman said scooping Virgil's up and twirling the boy around some more.

Remus smiled at them "how about we go get our little emo something to eat?"

"Mhm!! I wan sghetti peas???" Virgil said wiggling in excitement "of course little glitter spec, papa rem will make that for you! We all know he's better at cooking than I am anyways"

Remus laughed a bit at that "it's true! Daddy ro has burnt cereal before" Virgil giggled knowing it was true "daddy? Does burnt cereal taste goods?"

Roman let out an indignant gasp causing Virgil and Remus to laugh "for your information little emo it didn't in fact taste good"

Roman sat Virgil on the counter as Remus started grabbing things for dinner. Virgil happily kicked his feet.

Remus smiled and looked at Roman "hey, bub c'mere please?" Roman nodded and walked over to Remus

"Don't think I didn't notice that you also slipped while filming. Just because you weren't regressing to baby ages doesn't mean you weren't regressing. Now bub, mind telling me how old you really are?"

Roman huffed, his mood immediately changing to make him feel a lot more sassy "why do you care old man?"

"Ah I see I'm guessing you're in teenager ages? How old? 13? 14?" Remus said ruffling Romans hair

"I'm fifteen! Get it right you old fart! And leave my precious hair alone!" Roman said, quickly fixing his hair.

"No no Roman, I don't care how old you are, you still need to be polite or it's time out. Or even grounding. You understand?"

Roman groaned "Take a joke old man" Roman said pouting "Okay well either you agree to be nice or you can go wait for dinner in time out. Which do you want, kid?"

"I guess I will be nice to you," Roman said before hopping up on the counter next to Virgil. "Roman bud, do you wanna go get changed before dinner?"

"Sure dad, as long as I don't have to wear a… a stupid skirt like Virgil" Roman said crossing his arms

"Roman! Nuh uh, we don't insult Virgil mister. Especially seeing as he is younger than you. Corner now" Remus said snapping his fingers and pointing at the chair in the corner

Virgil was sobbing at this point, he really liked his skirt but his big Bubba said it was stupid. Remus scooped up Virgil and started patting his bum gently "it's okay baby boy, Roman is just moody. I think your skirt is very handsome"

Virgil sniffled sadly "w-weally?" Remus nodded and rubbed Virgil's back "really honey! Now, why don't you go play in the living room until dinner is done, okay?"

Remus gently sat Virgil down on the ground and smiled as the boy scurried off. "Now, Roman why did you say that?"

Roman looked away from Remus, ashamed of himself. Remus sighed and sat down in a chair in front of Roman "what's wrong Bubba? You're normally never that mean to Virgil, especially when he's regressed and younger than you"

"I- I'm sorry dad" Roman said crying a bit "I bet you are Roman, I'm not mad at you but you can't say those things to Virgil. He's sensitive to people saying harsh things to him"

Roman nodded "I… I only said that because…" Roman said mumbling the rest. "What was that bud?"

"I wanna wear a skirt too!" Roman said quickly "oh Roman, buddy, you can wear a skirt too. Just next time don't insult Virgil please?"

Roman nodded "of course dad I won't do it again" Remus smiled "I know you won't, now go on and get dressed while I finish making dinner"

Roman happily scurried upstairs to get dressed. Remus watched him fondly before going to finish making dinner.

Remus quickly finished making dinner "okay kiddos! Dinners ready!"

Virgil and Roman hurried into the kitchen. Remus chuckled and smiled at them "you can both take a seat at the table I'll bring your food"

Roman smiled and picked up Virgil, carrying him over to the table before sitting them both down. Remus watched fondly before sitting down the boys plates in front of them. "What do you two want to drink?"

"Can I have water dad?" Roman asked politely "of course kiddo, what about you honey?"

"Juice! P'eas??" Virgil said rocking in his seat "of course hun!"

Remus grabbed Roman a water bottle and filled up Virgil's sippy cup with juice "Roman catch!" Remus said throwing it to Roman, knowing he liked being able to catch it. Roman smiled when he caught it "I caught it dad!"

"Good job bud!" Remus said grabbing water for himself before handing Virgil his sippy cup. "Thankie papa!"

"Of course bud" Remus said, grabbing his plate before sitting at the table with them.

"I love you kiddos," Remus said, taking a bite of his food. "Love you too dad!" Roman said also eating some of his food "lovie papa!!" Virgil said carefully, eating some of his spaghetti.

Remus smiled fondly as he ate his spaghetti. "Papaaaaa!" Remus looked up "Virgillllll, what's up hon?"

"M doneeeeee!!" Virgil said, holding out his messy hands. Remus chuckled "okay kiddo, you need to wash your hands and face off before you can go play"

Virgil whined. Roman smirked and laughed a bit. "Oh, is the big bad teenager laughing? Does he want to shower first?" Roman pouted.

Remus smiled "okay kiddo, let's go get you washed off" Remus said picking Virgil up and carrying him over to the sink. "Okay wash your hands now bud"

Virgil giggled and started washing off his hands. Remus grabbed a wet paper towel and wiped off Virgil's face. Virgil whined and tried to turn away. "Uh uh, kiddo I need to wash off your face"

Virgil whined even more. Roman laughed from the table "why are you whining? Nothings wrong!"

"Roman be nice! He's just a baby you need to be nice" Virgil finished washing his hands and cuddled into Remus. Roman sighed "fineeee"

Remus smiled "okay Roman are you done eating?" Remus asked, picking Virgil up. "Yeah I'm done dad" Roman said, picking up the plates and carrying them to the sink.

"Alright bud, go get a shower then. It's almost bedtime" Roman whined "daaaad, I'm not a baby! I don't wanna go to bedddd"

"Not a baby you say? Roman go get a shower. You don't have to go to bed yet but you should go get ready" Remus said, bouncing Virgil in his arms gently.

"Fiiiine, I'll go get a quick shower" Roman said running off to get his shower.

"Okay Vee, baby, let's go pick out your pj's" Remus said carrying Virgil up to his room, walking over to Virgil's closet "what do you wanna wear baby?"

Virgil pointed at his Halloween pajamas. They were his favorite because they had pumpkins and bats and spider webs on them! And they were purple! His favorite color!

"Okay baby, let's go get you a nice bath then you can get all comfy in your jammies" Remus said carrying Virgil into his bathroom.

"Do you want bubbles hun?" Remus sat Virgil on the toilet lid and turned on the bath "Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles!!"

Remus laughed a bit "of course kiddo" Remus said adding some bubbles "okay honey time to get undressed and in the bath"

Virgil nodded and got undressed before getting into the bath. Remus smiled and sat a couple of Virgil's bath toys in the bath with him.

Virgil happily played with his toys while Remus washed him off. "Okay baby, we're all done! Do you wanna get out of the bath now?"

"Mhm! P'eas?? M wanna wear m jammies!!" Virgil said trying to get out of the bath "woah kiddo be careful" Remus said grabbing Virgil's towel

"Okay kiddo c'mere" Remus said, picking Virgil up and wrapping the boy in his towel. Virgil happily cuddled into Remus as he was carried back to his room.

"Do you need help getting dressed, baby boy?" Virgil nodded "m tink m smawwer papa"

"That's okay little spider. How old do you feel?" Remus said bouncing Virgil a little before laying him on his bed "m tink m 2!"

"Wow such a big boy! Does my big boy need a diaper? Or a pull-up?" Virgil whined and blushed at the question "diapee" He said softly, covering his face.

Remus chuckled and put Virgil in his diaper and jammies "okay kiddo, are you ready for bed?" Virgil nodded and grabbed his spider plushie.

"Do you want your paci hun?" Virgil opened his mouth in response. Remus smiled and stuck Virgil's paci into the boy's mouth.

Remus picked Virgil up "where do you wanna sleep baby? In here or with me?" Virgil cooed softly and cuddled into Remus.

"Okay baby, let's go see if your big brother wants to cuddle too" Remus said walking to Romans room. He knocked on the door "Roman? Are you in there?"

"Yeah! One sec!" Roman said before opening the door. "Do you need something dad?"

"Do you wanna come cuddle with me and your baby brother?" Remus said, bouncing Virgil. Virgil babbled softly at the mention of his name. "Uh sure! Can we watch a movie?"

"Sure kid, we'll be in my room," Remus said, carrying Virgil to his room. "What do you wanna watch baby boy?"

"Skelton" Virgil said softly "okay kiddo" Remus said turning on the Nightmare before Christmas.

Roman walked in and layed down next to them, yawning a bit. Remus smiled and turned off the lights and laid down with Virgil. Virgil yawned and curled up before falling asleep.

"Night night baby boy" Remus said softly. Roman curled into Remus. "Night night dad" He said before falling asleep. "Good night kiddo"

#agere!virgil #ts!agere #ts agere #agere!roman #agere sanders sides #cg!roman #cg!remus #teenager!roman #sanders sides

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audreyandherocs · 3 years

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Thea's Cave: Chapter 6

“I’m so sorry” Wilbur groaned in his hands, his elbows resting against the table. Thea just snickered quietly while sliding Wilbur’s his plate of breakfast. Tommy and Tubbo already digging in without shame.

“It’s fineeee, next time I’ll put you in the blue bed” noted Thea and found it highly entertaining at hearing Wilbur groan once more. Thea snorted, pushing Wilbur’s plate towards him a bit more, a silent message for him to eat.

As soon the boys had finished eating, Wilbur immediately grabbed Tommy and Tubbo, quickly giving their goodbyes and thanks before rushing out of the door. Thea stared out the open door, listening to Tommy’s yelling fading.

Her wolves looked at her, cocking their heads as she hummed and finished off her breakfast.

Now they were gone, she could get back to her original plans.

After tending to her farm, Thea grabbed her materials before making her way out. She walked until she was a far distance away before making her fireworks, before loading into a crossbow. She took a few shots, her ears filled with the sound of explosions before popping into the distance.

Thea hummed, doing some more experimentation when she heard footsteps behind her just as the last firework went off. She turned, lowering her crossbow as she did, before noticing Fundy and Niki.

“Oh hello!” greeted Thea, “Don’t worry, I’m just experiencing fireworks for the first time and wanted to try them out.”

“Oh, oh” sighed out Niki before she gave a nervous smile. “We were looking for someone and heard it and thought-“

Thea let out an ‘ah’ and nodded. “Fair enough. My name is Thea.”

“Oh! You’re Thea?” said Niki as she and Fundy approached the girl, who put away her crossbow.

“That’s me” she nodded and smiled. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too! My name is Niki and this is Fundy.”

Thea waved at them, “nice to meet you both….so who were you looking for? If it’s Wilbur or Tommy, they left a while ago.”

“Oh, we were looking for you!” said Fundy.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we heard from Tommy and the others that someone new arrived and set up a place just outside of L’manburg. It was strange seeing Tommy being pulled away and he wasn’t exactly-“

“low-key?”

“Yeah”

Thea snorted but smiled, “Yeah, should’ve expected it. Placed a bed away in my home and everything.”

“You don’t mind that?” asked Niki, tentatively.

Thea shrugged, “Not particularly? Then again, I’m probably starved off anything so it’ll be a while before I go back to my introverted ways.”

“Uh…what do you mean by that?”

Thea let out a breath and nervously chuckled. “Probably should take this to my home before I unload my story.”

Niki and Fundy gave her a confused look before following her to her home. As they did and were served tea and snacks, The moment they took their first sip and bite, Thea waited until they had swallowed before she explained.

Like every other time, Niki and Fundy yelled in shock and stared at her in disbelief. Thea had a tired yet amused look on her face with the hint of exasperation.

“Wait, wait, so how much do you know? Like world-wise?” asked Fundy.

Thea sipped her tea. “Enough to know how to survive but man, so much has changed. It’s fun to learn but it’s like being a fish in a pond. You’ve spent your entire time there and then you’re suddenly released into the ocean and there’s so much to deal with. I’m just…swimming.”

“Oh, are you alright?” asked Niki, concerned.

Thea shrugged, thin forming with a stressed line. “I mean, I’m here? I haven’t exactly had time to take it all in yet. Now I have a place, I will but like…it’s just…hm I don’t how to say it.”

“Well, if you need anything, we’ll be happy to help!” said Niki cheerfully.

Thea smiled, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So, what are you going to do next?” asked Fundy.

“Long term or like today?”

“Uh, both?”

“Long term, try to see if I can understand more of my circumstances. Short term, uh, I guess get better gear and clothes in general?”

“Better gear?”

Thea gave a defeated laugh, “I’ve been using iron armor but like I really want diamond but I haven’t been able to not enough diamonds. Not sure if I should save it for armor or use it for tools.”

“HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?”

Thea threw her hands in the air, “I WANT DIAMONDS, I NEVER HAD DIAMOND GEAR DAMNIT-”

“YOU DEFEATED A DRAGON!”

“WITH MY BROTHERS! EVEN THEN, now that I think about it we were all wearing iron armor mostly. We had some diamond gear but like we were sharing it.”

Fundy screamed and Niki just laughed as Thea looked utterly torn between laughing to exasperated at her own circumstances.

“What were you talking about, with the clothes?” asked Niki between giggles.

Thea pulled at her sleeve, “Oh, these are my only clothes.”

There was a hush silence that fell as Niki and Fundy jumped out of their seats and Thea just stared at them wide-eyed, “Ah.”

The day went on as Niki had taken Thea’s measurements and asked question after question on clothing items. Then Fundy dragged Thea to a mine and were looking for diamonds.

Fundy looked at his communicator as it pinged a message from Niki.

“Oh, Niki says she has some clothes for you to try out.”

“Oh nice!” grunted Thea as she broke another stone pickaxe and drew out another one, continuing to mine. They had managed to find some diamond, which Thea made Fundy to take half as payment.

“She also wanted to know your communicator cords-“

“Tommy did mention that but I don’t have one” commented Thea, yelling back.

She faintly heard Fundy let out a scream as it bounced off the tunnels. Thea snorted as she checked her inventory.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE A COMMUNICATOR?”

Thea peered out of the tunnel and rose an eyebrow, gesturing to her entire self.

“Oh right-“

“Anyways, I think we got enough diamond for the day, at least enough to make a chest plate or a couple of tools.”

“You can have it all you know? I’m fine taking just a few.”

“Nah, diamond armor is important.”

“I mean, diamonds yeah but nothing beat netherite.”

“….netherite?”

Fundy’s ears and tail were slowly lowered as the fox realized the implication of his words.

“You don’t know what netherite is.”

“Nooooo? Fundy, I discovered there were other types of wood existed. If that is not the an indication of my knowledge, then I don’t know-“

Fundy sighed before he slowly explained and watched Thea’s eyes bulge.

“WHAT?!”

“Thank you for having us for dinner” said Niki as the three were gathered at Thea’s table.

“Please, it’s the least I could do” replied back Thea, as she served some cooked mutton with honey glazed carrots with a bowl of mashed potatoes. “Besides, I can’t wait to try out the cookies!” referring to the cookies that Niki offered to teach.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a meal like that” said Fundy as he took a bite of the mutton, his tail wagging. “Or with other people either.”

“I find that concerning” Thea grimaced, sipping her soup.

“It’s nice! We should have this again!” cheered Niki as she scooped her mash potatoes.

Thea hummed, cutting her mutton. “Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo were here for last night’s dinner and breakfast. You two are like the 2nd group to share a meal with, at this rate I might be a social eater.”

“Wait, Wilbur was here?” asked Fundy, wide-eyed.

Thea hummed. “Passed out and everything a bit after dinner. Had to carry him up to bed and then the boys slept over, and of course, couldn’t let them leave without breakfast-“

“Oh, that’s good. He hasn’t been…himself lately.”

Thea’s eyes sharpened, noticing Fundy’s and Niki’s eyes shifting to look at each other; a knowledge that these two knew and one that Thea wasn’t privy to. She took a bite of her mutton. “I can see that. I did tell him he was welcome to come over if needed. Besides, I don’t think I’m going to give him the option either.”

Fundy and Niki gave her a bewildered look, the former’s ears drooping slightly in worry. “Uh, what do you mean by that?”

Thea smiled as she raised her glass, sipping it without a word.

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”

Thea cackled and it shattered the incoming tense atmosphere. Dinner went off smoothly and with plates of cookies and milk for dessert. They gathered around Thea’s fireplace, the three getting to know each other while also Thea learned more around.

“So, there’s that many people here?”

Fundy nodded, chewing another cookie. “Yeah, but everyone is pretty much doing their own thing. The election is the only thing that has been drawing people together.”

“This election is starting to sound pretty serious” commented Thea, noting her stomach twisting at the idea of it. The need for order and harmony was good for the people, but based on what she was hearing about the election, it was starting to sound more for a reach for power.

“And you two are running?”

“Yup! Coconut 2020! Be sure to vote for us!”

Thea gave a polite smile, hiding the fact she wasn’t going to vote at all. She didn’t think she could anyway plus…

“I’ll think about it” she commented. Not fully elaborating that Wilbur and Tommy also asked her to vote for them and now there would be a conflict of interest based on people she knew; not on their policies.

Fundy’s ears drooped in disappointment but Niki nodded, seemingly understanding her choice. Thea looked outside and noted how late it was, hearing monsters hiding just outside of their perimeter.

“It’s late, you guys want to stay the night?” asked Thea, getting up to either escort the two out or set up the beds, depending their decision.

“Oh, I need to go! I have to open my bakery in the morning” said Niki as she got up. Fundy too, “I need to go and do some things too.”

Thea nodded as her wolves gathered at the door. “I’ll see you guys out.”

“You don’t have to!”

“You sure?” asked Thea, leaning against the doorway as the other two stood outside.

“We’ll be fine. Thank you though!”

Thea nodded and smiled. “Nice to meeting you two. Thanks for everything and the impromptu help…” she laughed nervously.

“It’s fine, it was fun!”

Thea squinted her eyes, humming under her breath at which part of fun was Fundy talking about but she didn’t comment on it. She watched the two walk back to their homes and Thea didn’t miss the white glint in the shadows. Her finger itched for the crossbow but didn’t as whatever was there disappeared.

Thinking it was a skeleton, Thea walked back into her home and went to the basement, moving onto her next order of business.

She grabbed her pickaxe and begun to hum as she mined and mined. As she dug, only coming up to deposit materials and for food. At some point, the deeper she got, she built a little room in the mines, creating a bed inside with furnaces and chests for materials, she didn’t know how useful it would be in the future.

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#dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fic #dsmp sona #dsmp oc #dsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #minecraft fic #minecraft oc #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #niki nihachu #fundy

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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Epilogue: Lay Us Down

Part 12 of Another Goddamn Hero Story

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Chapter Pairings: Romantic LAMP; Familial LAMPT; Background Remceit; Background OC F/F pairing;

Chapter Warnings: feelings of betrayal & guilt; mention of human experimentation aftermath; unwise cooking practices; michael jackson lyrics; unrelenting Momming; Ewwww My Moms Are Flirting; jk we love it; this one’s mostly fluff, y’all; love you

Taglist: @residentanchor @royally-anxious@bewarethegrammarpolice @jemthebookworm@arandompasserby @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse@thelowlysatsuma @monsterinatophat @turtally-pawsome @um-yes-hi-hello @idkaurl @potestessemagishomosexualitatis@hawthornshadow

a/n: I'm absolutely gonna cry saying goodbye to this story. Thank you to everyone who's read and followed over the past year and a bit! My life has changed in so many dramatic ways over that time but thanks to y'all, I never lost the motivation to finish this.

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“Stop!”

“Get him!”

“Don’t let’im get away!”

A blow hit Virgil in the back and he let himself be knocked to the ground. He twisted his head to look up at his attacker with a grin.

“Oh no, you got me!”

Quil smiled in triumph as the other children caught up with them both. “That’s right! We did it! We caught you!” Their curls fanned out around their head as they bounced up and down on his chest. If he wasn’t so durable, it might have been painful, but then, that was why he was the kids’ favorite playmate.

“What will you do now that you’ve caught me?” he asked, trying to look less amused and more intimidated by the group of children circled around him.

They all looked confused for a moment, then one little boy shouted, “Piggybacks!”

“Piggybacks!” the others agreed.

“I have to be able to stand up to give piggybacks,” Virgil pointed out from where he was still lying prone, Quil and others sitting on top of him.

One of them giggled. “We trapped you! Can’t get away!”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked with his best Roman-Is-Offended gasp. He lifted himself into the air, bringing children as he went, until he was floating in midair with three kids balanced on his back.

The rest of the group cheered, clapping and egging him on.

“Guess you three are first up for piggybacks! Are you ready? Hold on tight!” He never flew fast while carrying them, but any distance into the air was still a thrill for them. He did a low loop, then gracefully returned to earth.

A line had formed as he flew, and as he let his first passengers off, he knelt to let two more wrap their arms around his neck. He held them in place with his arms and they were off once more.

On the porch, watching, sat Patton with Tatiana and Celeste Skylar. Some of the quieter children sat with them, apart from the raucous cheering and laughter of the group. Patton’s winds were carrying paper airplanes swiftly through the air, the crafts perfectly aerodynamic thanks to Logan’s earlier tutelage.

Patton himself was leaning on Tati’s shoulder, watching the kids and Virgil as he swooped carefully through the air.

He looked around, and suddenly stiffened, sitting up. “Where’s Thomas?!” he asked, a panicked edge to his voice.

“He’s with Roman, honey, remember?” Tatiana said warmly, squeezing Patton’s shoulder lightly. “He’s safe.”

The tension leaked out slowly as Patton sank back into leaning against the woman. “Oh, yeah. I… forgot.”

“It’s okay, sweet pea. You’re worried for him. It’s always too easy to think of what could be goin’ wrong if you’re not there yourself. I’ve been there. It’s okay. It’ll get easier.”

Patton nodded. “I don’t want to coddle him but- but I know he still has nightmares, and flashbacks, and…”

“And Roman’s been getting the same trainin’ as you have from Dr. Picani. He can help too. It’s not just on you, honeycakes,” Tatiana reminded him gently. “You aren’t all that Thomas has now - he has a whole home of people who love him and want to help him recover.”

“Don’t you mean a whole Haven?” Patton asked with a small grin.

“Same thing, aren’t they?” Celeste asked from Tatiana’s other side.

Haven Foster Home had been open for business for almost three months, and was growing steadily. They had sixteen children between the ages of three and twelve living with them currently, and plenty of space to expand. Which was good, because Virgil and his boyfriends had all moved in as they helped with construction and day-to-day operations. And Thomas, of course, had come too. Between the five of them, they were assisting the Skylar women get the home fully operational. And they were a so-far-endless source of entertainment.

Patton hugged Tatiana impulsively. “Thank you, Mrs. Skylar.”

“Pattycakes, what have I told you about callin’ me that?” Tatiana asked with a smile. “Even if you weren’t my son’s partner, you’re family here.”

Patton nodded shyly. “I know, but-”

“We mean it, Pat,” Celeste said seriously. “You have a home here, no matter what happens. Wherever Haven is, you belong. You and Thomas both.”

Patton brushed away a tear. “Thank you, Mrs- Celeste. It feels wrong to call you Mum and Mama like Virgil does, even if-” he shrugged.

“You know what the kiddos call us?” Celeste asked. “Mumma C and Mama T.”

“Those’re so cute,” Patton admitted with a small giggle.

“Just like you, bean,” Tati said, booping Patton’s nose. “And it took Roman all of two seconds to start using them.”

He grinned. “Well if the light of my life uses them, I guess I can too.”

“Did someone say Light of their Life?” Roman asked, coming out onto the porch with Thomas behind him.

“Roro! Tommy!” Patton said happily, standing to hug them both.

“Pat, we’ve only been inside for an hour and a half,” Thomas said, but he was grinning as he hugged his brother tight.

“Which is half an hour longer than I promised Captain Muscles I’d make him be on kiddo-duty,” Roman admitted. “Time for me to take over!”

He strode out into the field, a giant red slide coming to being as he gestured. The children who’d been entertaining themselves by ripping out grass leapt to their feet and ran over.

Virgil threw Roman a two-fingered salute as his boyfriend blew him a kiss. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck. It didn’t tire him physically to give the kids rides, but their energy was emotionally draining in its own way.

“Am I too late for one more flight?” a voice asked from behind him.

About to apologetically decline, Virgil turned to face the speaker. A young woman smiled up at him, the volume of her springy red hair making up only about half of the difference in their heights.

“SANDRY! You’re home from school?” Virgil asked with delight, sweeping up his little sister in an enthusiastic hug.

“Couldn’t miss seeing my favorite brother!”

“I notice you didn’t say sibling," Virgil responded, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“That’s right,” Sandry said with a smile. “I’m not starting that argument again. Alex will never let me hear the end of it.”

“That’s because they know they’d lose,” Virgil said with an overly-elegant sniff. “Can they help you set up roof-to-ceiling bookcases? I don’t think so.”

“Always playing the super card, god,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “So rude.”

Virgil ruffled her curly fro. “Hey, I know my strengths. It’s every sib for themself in this family. Especially when the mums keep finding more for me to compete with.”

“And you will be introducing me properly to the boyfs later,” Sandry said. It wasn’t a question. “Lo’s already told me all his embarrassing stories of you but I want to hear them all.”

“I’m getting flashbacks to, hmm, let me see, every single year growing up with you competitive little gremlins,” Virgil groaned. “I can’t get a break.”

“Your fault, you’re the greedy one who brought home three men and a new brother. I feel threatened. Truly. I do.” She tweaked his nose with an impish grin. “Now where’s my piggyback ride?”

Virgil stuck his tongue out at her. “You’re only three months from graduating college, aren’t you a bit old?”

“Virgeeyyyyyyy,” she whined, poking him in the cheek with obnoxious delight, punctuating each poke with a nickname. “Virgey. Virgey. Virge. Vee. Vee-man. Virgil. Virgey. Virge.”

“Fineeee,” he groaned, turning so she could wrap her arms about his neck. His huge smile betrayed his feigned irritation, though, and the minute she was secure, they were off, flying much faster than he every took the little ones.

“WHOOO!” she cheered in his ear as he flew them into a loop-de-loop, arcing over the house and field. “Hey, hey Virge! Do a barrel roll!” she said in her best Starfox impression. Virgil grinned and spun them into a tight spin, holding her legs secure as she whooped in exhilaration.

He finally landed and let her slide off, breathless. “Mum, why didn’t you warn me there was an invasion of little sisters?”

Celeste looked up from a game of tic-tac-toe in the dirt with a six-year-old. “She swore me to secrecy, V. I couldn’t betray her.”

“Also I promised to help arrange furniture,” Sandry added, fluffing her hair back to a normal shape after the wind’s free blowout.

“For someone who plans on law school, you’re too good at coercion,” Virgil grumbled, messing up her hair again just for the fun of it.

“Technically, this was bribery,” she responded with a wink. “See you at dinner!”

Tatiana passed her coming out the door, kissing her daughter’s cheek as she passed. “Oh, I just love it when my babies are home together. Virgey, don’t forget, Jacques and Liv are coming over for Sunday dinner this weekend, too, so make sure your boys don’t have any plans!’

“Yes, Mama,” Virgil said. He checked his phone, and walked over to where Roman was still supervising the kids on their glowing playset.

“Hey, you,” he said, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist from behind.

“Hello there, Purple Gay-ze,” Roman replied, squeezing the muscled arms wrapped around him.

“Do you know where Lo is?”

Roman pouted. “What, I’m not enough?”

Virgil smiled and kissed his cheek. “Why do I have three boyfriends if I don’t get to want them all at once? No, I just wanted to check in on him. I haven’t seen him all morning, and he’s doing the not-responding-to-texts thing again.”

Roman nodded at house behind them. “Last I saw, he’s up there.”

“Again? Why’s the only one who can’t fly the one spending all his time on the roof?”

Roman shrugged, mouth twisting into a worried line. “I’m still learning his signals but… I think he wanted to be alone.”

Virgil hugged Roman around the shoulders briefly, then stepped up into the air. “First rule of Logan: what he wants and what’s going to make him happier are not always the same thing. I’ll go check on him.” He waved to the kids and flew up to the roof.

At first, it seemed empty. The chairs were unoccupied, and the trampoline was still. The cupola, an idea Virgil stole from City Hall, was empty too, its door to the inside shut for once. About to search somewhere else, Virgil suddenly noticed a flash of blue behind the chimney.

Logan was sitting on the ground, feet planted, arms hugging his legs. He stared off into empty air, fiddling with his black-and-white goggles.

Virgil approached slowly and sank down gently next to him with a murmured, “Hey.”

Logan jumped slightly, almost falling on his side before he realized who it was. “Oh. Hi.”

Virgil tentatively touched Logan’s shoulder, only for him to lean in to the touch immediately. Virgil wrapped his arms around the smaller man, letting him get so close he was practically in his lap.

“I won’t ask if you’re okay, because I know this has been all sorts of terrible for you, but - do you want to want to talk about it, or do you just want comfort?”

Logan shrugged and nestled his face further into the space where Virgil’s neck met his shoulder. Virgil squeezed his arms around him firmly carded his fingers through his hair in a soothing, repetitive way.

A mumbled rumbled into his shoulder. “What was that, love?”

Logan lifted his face, a little pink from the pet name. “I just. With Tommy and Pat, even Ro, even you - you all have had so many more struggles and heartache. I feel selfish for feeling this bad about it when I wasn’t even hurt.”

“First off, emotional hurt counts just as much as anything else, so jot that down,” Virgil said with a slight smile. Then his expression shifted back to serious. “But Lo, really- you’re allowed to be hurt and feel bad, even if others are too. I’m not going to run out of sympathy or patience. Neither are they.”

“I know that, intellectually. And yet, I feel guilty.”

“That’s okay. It really is. And I think it’ll help if you can talk it out.”

Logan sighed, withdrawing from Virgil’s hold, but still leaning against him.

“I still feel responsible. Even if I wasn’t the one who actually did this to Thomas, my work, my research was involved. I helped my par- I helped the project progress and escalate, even if I didn’t know what it was progressing to. And if Thomas resented me for my part in it, I wouldn’t blame him.”

“But he doesn’t,” Virgil said softly.

“I wish he did. No one blames me. Not Joan, not Talyn, not any of you.”

“Because we love you and know it wasn’t your fault.”

“But that’s just it!” Logan said, sitting up fully. He threw his goggles in frustration, and they cracked on the brick wall as they collided. His grey eyes blazed, all the brighter with no lenses currently blocking them. “You all know me and assume the best. If the public knew my full involvement, they’d hate me, and they’d be right to. Instead, I get off scot-free, known only as the star witness of the trial, while all the hate gets directed at my parents.” His voice broke on the last word as his head fell forwards into his hands. Virgil rubbed his back soothingly, seeing Logan’s shoulders shake with silent, suppressed sobs.

“You miss them,” Virgil murmured.

“I know they did terrible, unethical things, they hurt our brother and countless others, and they perverted my research and life’s work and yet I still miss them so much. Bea and Jem are barely speaking to me, and I know they both say they don’t blame me, but I can tell that they do. I haven’t been able to visit them at our cousin’s house yet because I can feel the betrayal. I broke my family, Vee.”

“Your parents broke it,” Virgil said fiercely. “They made a choice, and now they’re facing the consequences. That’s not on you.”

“But the fact remains that the Lancaster family is broken, and the rest of the family would rather blame me than them, because that way they don’t have to admit that our parents did something like this all on their own. And I… I get it,” he said, deflated.

Virgil stayed silent, but kept rubbing small circles on Logan’s lower back, waiting for him to continue when he was ready.

“Parents are… they’re larger than life. Especially mine,” Logan said, with a wet chuckle. “Two brilliant doctors, one a literal superhero. And she wasn’t just any superhero, she was the face of them all, the one in all the PR spots. We grew up with a mom who was on our TV and in our PSAs at school. She was the most anticipated guest lecturer at HEARTS. I grew up in awe of her, surrounded by a city who was in awe of her too.” Logan paused, looking out into the distance again. “I always knew deep down that she was human, of course, but until now, I never saw any flaws myself. And I feel like I should have. Dad, too, except - people always used to tell me how much I look like him. How much I take after him. And now they’ll see my face and see our generation’s fucking Armageddon.”

“Lo, I know this is hard, but exaggeration won’t help. They’re not Armageddon villain-level. They didn’t flatten the city or threaten the entire world.”

“They may as well have,” Logan replied, voice tight with anger. “They could have, if we hadn’t stopped them. If Thomas hadn’t escaped when he did, they would have kept going.”

“Don’t torture yourself with what-ifs and could-haves, starlight.”

“...are you quoting Mum?”

“Mama, actually.”

Logan cracked a smile at that, but it flitted away again like the sun on a cloudy day. “I feel like the world’s gone wonky,” he admitted. “If I was so wrong about them, what else have I misjudged?”

Virgil looked meaningfully behind them, where they could dimly hear the happy shouts of the kids as Roman and Patton led them in a sing-a-long.

Logan sighed. “I mean, yeah, that’s it, isn’t it. The one thing I thought I knew for sure, as certain as my power or gravity, was that the world had heroes, and everyone who could be one and chose not to be was a villain. And my parents were heroes. Now all that’s gone, and I don’t know where that leaves me.”

Virgil nodded sympathetically. “You’re lost, Lo. But it’s okay.”

“How can you know that? What if I can’t find myself again?” His voice was small and hesitant, and Virgil immediately pulled him into his arms.

“Because I was lost once too. And you were the one who found me. And thanks to you, and our boys, and this whole big new family - life sucks less now. You’ll figure it out, Lo. You’re the smartest person I know, the most brilliant star in my sky. And I’ll support you in any way I can.”

Logan looked up into Virgil’s face. That wonderful man started back, his face so frank and open that Logan couldn’t help but believe him entirely. He blinked back tears, smiling shakily. “I love you, Virgil.”

“I love you too, Logan. More than words or sound.” They held each other tightly for a moment, then Virgil let go, standing. “Now c’mon. You have other boyfriends to love and be loved by. And the moms want taste-testers.”

“I’m not particularly hungry-” Logan started, but Virgil interrupted.

“They’re trying a new recipe for jelly thumbprints. And one of the new flavors is blackberry-pomegranate Crofter’s.”

Logan immediately was on his feet. “Well, can’t keep the moms waiting, better go!” He sped away, running down the outside of the building rather than wasting time by taking the stairs. Virgil laughed as he flew behind him.

As he flew to the yard and landed, Patton smiled up at him from where he was lying with his head in Roman’s lap.

“Hey there, big guy. Was that blur our boyfriend on his way to get spoiled?”

“You know it. Pretty sure his first time breaking the sound barrier was because of a Crofter’s sale. This was so worth it, even if I did have to promise Mama I’d do more construction as a trade for the extra baking.”

Roman smiled, his fingers tangled in Patton’s curls. “You big fellas and your big hearts. Lookin’ all tough, but you’re the softest possible touch.”

“What can I say, my boyfriends are my one weak spot. Or, you know, my three weak spots,” Virgil said with a smile, sitting so that Patton could sprawl his legs over him. He kissed Roman’s temple and rubbed Patton’s calf with a warm hand.

“Hm, and are we your only weak spots?” Patton asked, eyes dancing with mischief as he sat up between the two men. “What about here?” He poked Virgil in the side, wriggling his fingers as he did so.

A laugh bubbled out of Virgil’s mouth before he clapped his hand over it with a mock-glare. “Oh no you don’t.”

“I’m sure a big, strong man like you can’t be disarmed with some petty little tickles,” Roman purred, reaching an arm around to his other side.

“Fuck you!” Virgil gasped, giggling, but he was surrounded, his boyfriends on either side tickling him mercilessly. They trusted him not to lash out, not to hurt them even accidentally, and that warmed Virgil just as much as their affection. When it became too much, he laughed aloud and lifted them onto his shoulders, one on each.

Patton whooped at the sudden elevation, twining his fingers around Virgil’s where he gripped his thigh. Roman just posed, reclining elegantly and winking at the muscled man he had the good fortune to be dating.

“Oh darling, you’re so smooth, always ready to sweep us off our feet,” Roman drawled.

“Nice one, Roro,” Patton giggled.

Virgil grinned up at his boys. “What can I say? This is the closet I can get to putting you both on the pedestals you deserve.”

“VIRGIL!” a voice suddenly shouted from inside. It was immediately followed by a blur that crashed through the door and resolved back into Logan. His face was flushed, his hair askew, and there was a smear of jam on his mouth still.

Roman and Patton both immediately lifted themselves up and off of Virgil’s shoulders as the big hero ran to Logan’s side.

“Lo, what is it? Are you okay? Are the kids okay?”

“Yes, they’re great, everything’s great, I have just made the best discovery!” Logan said, words spilling out in a rush. “Tommy! Are you coming?”

Sure enough, Thomas was emerging from the door in Logan’s wake, walking at a normal human pace. He carried a jelly jar with a spoon stuck in, though he’d been slightly more successful in cleaning his mouth than Logan had.

“Are you alright, Thomathy?” Patton asked, brow knitting slightly.

His brother smiled up at him, glowing in a tentative way. “I’m great, Pat. Logan - you should explain, I don’t know that I fully understand it-”

Logan nodded eagerly. “My dears, it’s wonderful- we discovered another power of Thomas’. Something new. We were both so excited to try the Mums’ cookies, and I was moving fast to help, and without extra effort, I started getting faster and faster. I was barely even aware at the time! And I could still control it, it was just easier. I- knowing what we know now, about Thomas’ origins, I think I know what his true power is. The same way he can spread emotions that paralyze, he can spread emotions that amplify. He’s not just a human dampening-field- he’s an enhancer!”

Roman frowned. “Sorry, my dearest nerd, I don’t think I follow?” He summoned a handkerchief and handed it to Virgil, who wiped Logan’s face free of jelly as he continued to explain animatedly, barely aware of Virgil’s movements.

“Our emotions are tied to our powers, right? The first time we used them, it had to be through a certain feeling, and then over time we could trigger them through experience. And we know Thomas could shut them down the same way, by triggering the antithetical feelings, or even a complete absence. But, he can send out positivity, too! And excitement, and elation, all the normal discovery-emotions. He’s like a rainbow cloud full of mood-enhancers! A human embodiment of an SSRI!”

Thomas smiled at them all, and the extra years of stress seemed to fall away, leaving him looking like an actual teen again. “I think I can be a teammate now, not just another person on the attack. I can help. In training, in learning- Ro, I think I can even help you on grey days.”

Roman stared in shock. “Really?”

“I hope so, at least. I want to make up for what I’ve done. I think this could be how I do that.”

Virgil clasped Thomas’ shoulder. “Remember, though, you don’t have to, Tommy. You don’t owe the rest of us anything, not if you don’t want to give it. You don’t have to become a professional hero.”

Thomas nodded. “I know. But… I do want to. Maybe not constantly, not all the time, but I want to help.”

Patton seized his brother in a hug. “And you will, Thomathy. And we’ll be there to help you, no matter what.”

“Promise?” Thomas’ voice was small as he looked over Patton’s shoulder at the other three.

Roman was the first to wrap his arms around both the Sanders, but Logan soon did the same, and Virgil rounded out the group hug, resting his face in Patton’s curls.

“We promise, Tommy,” Roman murmured. “Whatever it takes.”

“Whatever it takes,” Logan echoed.

“Whatever it takes,” Virgil promised.

If a tear or five happened to roll down their cheeks, well. Nothing to be ashamed of. They were all family, after all.

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>>D.R.E.A.M. Index

>>User Mode: Administrator

>>Update Impact: Global

>>Update Field1: Classification

>>Update Type: Criteria

>>Update Field2: Affiliation

>>Update Type: Delete

>>Update Field3: Threat Status

>>Update Type: Created

>>Description: Overhaul of the classification system with respect to ‘affiliations’. New guidelines for entry:

A - formerly ‘Hero’ - now defined as a registered H.A.T.C.H. participant, willing to use their powers to respond to threats and attacks

M - formerly ‘Neutral’ - now defined as “Not a foreseeable threat”

Z - formerly ‘Villain’ - now defined as “Foreseeable threat”

>>Justification/Note: If we’ve learned anything from the past year, it’s that forcing us all to pick sides does more harm than good. Fighting isn’t what makes a hero. - Joan and Talyn

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #337501 [UPDATED]

Classification: M.1.ii [Primary Tier, No Threat, Acquired Powers]

Name: The Understudy

Status: INACTIVE

/////////Reason: Enrolled

Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Thomas Sanders

Threat Status: No Foreseeable Threat

/////////H.A.T.C.H. Status: Blackout

Partners/Sidekicks: DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain;

Primary Foes: N/A

Powers: Pathokinesis - Broad Spectrum; Illusions - Broad Spectrum;

/////////Specialty: Assistance and Enhancement;

Costume: Black t-shirt with rainbow flowers, jeans

Age: 19

Height: 5’10”

Pronouns: He/Him

H.E.A.R.T.S. Class: Enrolled

Note: Brother of DI#337437 - Gale Force; Powers created through Project Charcoal, see IR19-Z-0001;

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It was a normal afternoon at Haven, which is not at all to say quiet. Virgil and Thomas were on chaperone duty, with Sandry lending a hand, and they’d brought the children to the upstairs play rooms so the other adults could get a break.

Logan and Patton had volunteered to cook that night’s family dinner. It was their first time doing so together, as Virgil and Roman had carefully made sure an actually-experienced cook had been involved each time previously. But the two shared a stubborn streak, and had insisted that they’d be fine.

Celeste wasn’t supervising, per se. That would be implying she didn’t trust them. She just happened to be sitting at the bar between the living room and kitchen. In theory, she was reading a young adult novel that one of the kiddos had brought home from the library for their monthly mixed-ages book club. In reality, her eyes spent about twice as much time watching the boys in the kitchen as on the page.

Patton had never learned to cook growing up, and Roman had been the cook of their little home. Logan had been spoiled by home-cooked meals his entire childhood and now had his own method of ‘carry out’ which was actually ‘run over to the next state because they have much better pho than the place across the street.’ They’d mutually decided on Breakfast For Dinner. That was the last thing they’d both been sure about.

“Should eggs be this runny? Do I need use the whipper more?”

“I think it’s a whisker.”

“Well that can’t be right. I don’t care how I look, I’m a Patton, not a Cat ton!” he said with a giggle, pulling the cat-ear hood of his sweatshirt over his curls.

Logan groaned fondly and turned to kiss Pat on the cheek, which turned into several more. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten that he was frying bacon at the same time. He whirled back as the smell of burnt fat started to rise from the pan.

Logan blushed. “Whoops. Um, crunchy bacon is a thing people like, right?”

“That’s how I like it,” Celeste commented from the bar with a smile. “I used to like it chewy, but Tati showed me the light. Or, dark, in this case. Insert ‘once you go black’ joke here,” she added with a wink, gesturing vaguely.

Logan chuckled and grabbed tongs, salvaging what bacon he could. “Well, this is edible at least. Let’s get started on the pancake batter, yeah?”

“Batter’s up!” Patton chortled, and went to get a mixing bowl.

Celeste sighed fondly and stood to answer a knock at the door. As she did so, she blew a kiss to Tatiana where she was sitting with Roman in the living room.

“So, I was thinking this weekend’s big Outdoor Activity could be Treasure Island!” Roman said excitedly.

“Oh, that’s a new one! What’s that?” Tati asked. She had planner open on her lap that was stuffed full with tabs and notes.

“So it’s like capture the flag, but with four teams, and you need a treasure from each team to win,” Roman explained. “So I can make, like, crowns for one team, and coins for another, and gems for a third-”

“Or, we can just buy some more play equipment that we know we’ll re-use,” Tatiana interrupted, smiling. “I don’t want you to push yourself too much, honey.”

Roman blushed. “Oh, yeah. We can buy things.”

“Don’t forget, that means things for you, too, okay? If there’s anything you need, we’ve got you covered.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose-”

“Roman,” Tatiana said with a warning tone, but she was smiling. “What have I said about you being an imposition?”

“That I’m not one,” Roman recited.

“And you never could be, sweet pea.” She patted his cheek fondly. “Now, tell me more about Treasure Island. There’s no permanent outs, right? We know the little ones don’t do well with those.”

Celeste came back and smiled at the two of them as she slipped back into the kitchen. Pancake batter had gotten on the bowl, spoon, the counter, Patton’s brand new cat hoodie, and Logan’s glasses, but not yet on the walls or the floor, so Celeste reasoned it was going about as well as could be expected.

“The recipe book says it should be smooth,” Logan said, looking with despair at the lumps in the mixture. “I am fairly certain there is no world in which this is smooth.”

“Ooh, let me try,” Patton said. He took the bowl with a grin. “Maybe we just need to encourage it!”

“I fail to see how that will-”

“C’mon, pancakes! C’mon Pannie!” He suddenly grinned. “Pannie, are you okay? Are you okay, Pannie?” the man started to sing. “You’ve been hit by-” he tapped on the side of the bowl, “You’ve been struck by-”

“Please no-” Logan tried to interrupt.

“A smooth criminal!” Patton finished with a flourish, pointing at himself with the spoon. Unfortunately, it still had batter on it, flicking even more on them both.

Celeste took that as her cute to intervene. “Okay, Patty-pan-cakes, maybe less MJ and more Ramsay, okay?”

Patton looked over, still grinning. “Okay, Mumma C.”

“Maybe you should go clean up and let Lo try in the meantime?”

Patton nodded and handed Logan the bowl back, kissing a bit of flour off his cheek as he did so.

Logan took the bowl, but paused. “Ah, Mum, would you mind giving me a hand? I believe I may be a bit lost here.”

She smiled. “Of course.” She helped him add more milk until the batter was smooth but not runny, and got a clean pan up to the right heat.

“So you’ll want to add a bit more oil in between so they don’t stick, does that make sense?”

“Oh, it’s like resetting to stasis for a new experiment run!”

“If that’s what makes sense to you, sure!”

A sound echoed down the hall. “I’ll be right back. I believe in you, Lo!”

Logan got to work, brow furrowed in concentration, barely aware of the batter and flour smutches on his face and glasses. He could hear Tatiana and Roman laughing in the living room, and the muffled shouts and bumps from upstairs.

He’d promised the kids pancakes. And pancakes they would have, dammit.

Celeste wandered back down the hallway to the living room, fiddling with her pride flag bracelet. “Tati, honey, I think I’m hallucinating,” she complained. “I could have sworn I heard a knock, but no one was there. Were we expecting any more arrivals today?”

Tatiana stood, looping an arm casually around her wife’s waist as she checked the detailed calendar on the living room wall. “Hm. No planned dropoffs, but it has been picking up as word spreads. But I thought I heard something too. Maybe it’s Virgey? He’s upstairs with Sandry and Tommy and the kiddos.”

Celeste leaned her chin on Tatiana’s shoulder. “That’s probably it. Hey, have I told you recently that you’re gorgeous? And also incredibly organized, and so amazing at keeping track of details? And that this place would never have become so wonderful without you?”

Tatiana blushed so hard, her brown cheeks practically glowed. “Ceecee! Stopp!”

“How can I stop when you’re just so cute?” She took advantage of her wife’s attempt to hide her face by kissing her fingers and cheeks while Roman laughed in the background.

Another knock sounded under the chatter. Patton, coming back from the bathroom, turned into the hallway to answer it.

This time, there was definitely someone there.

“Pat?” came the shocked gasp from the doorway.

Patton stared, jaw hanging open. “Damon?”

There were far fewer scales than when he’d last seen him, a sign he hadn’t had to use his power recently. And right behind him, staring back over their dark glasses, was an equally-shocked Remy.

Patton started in silence for half a moment, then stepped back, pulling the door with him. “Come on in, you two. Uh, assuming you wanted to, that is.”

The couple nodded and stepped in cautiously. Damon looked around warily, holding his partner’s hand tight. Remy might have been surveying the cozy entrance hallway with similar trepidation, but the lack of irises always made it difficult to tell.

“I… didn’t expect to see you ever again,” Patton admitted. “I thought you’d left town and the state. Or I assumed? I’m a bit fuzzy on when or how exactly you left. I just remember seeing you.”

“Ah, that’ll be my fault, sorry babes,” Rem said, giving a slight bow without letting go of their boyfriend’s hand. They held themself in the bow so they could look up over their glasses to wink at Patton.

Damon reached out hesitantly to touch Patton’s shoulder, and relaxed a bit. “I gotta say, I didn’t expect to see you here either. Or anywhere. I thought…” he took a breath. “Last we heard, you were volunteering to fight the thing that… Valerie.”

Patton’s face fell. “Oh. I- fuck, it’s been a really long couple of months, Dam’. There’s so much to tell you.” He bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth, not sure how to begin.

At that moment, Tatiana came around the corner.

“Oh, Patty! I thought I heard voices. Do we have new guests?” She looked over the pair. “Or are they friends of yours?”

Patton took a breath. “They’re friends. I- actually, how did you two come to be here?”

Damon flushed under his golden skin. “I heard there was a new foster home and I had to see it, at least. And then I kept losing my nerve when we knocked and had Remy blank the woman who answered.”

Tatiana laughed. “Oh, so you’re to blame for my wife’s confusion! And hear I was ready to start making senior citizen jokes. Welcome, then! Any friends of Patton’s are practically family. I’m Tatiana Skylar, my wife Celeste and I run things here at Haven. And you two are supers as well, or just Blank Space over there?”

Remy grinned “Oh hun, can I steal that one? Yeah, we’re both supes. Dam’ here has like, restraint, though.”

Damon smiled up at them, then turned to Tatiana. “Trust them to not actually introduce us. This tall string of sass is Mx. Remy Dormions, also known as an absolute headache and, sadly, the love of my life.” Remy chuckled and just preened as their boyfriend continued, “And I’m Damon McLeggan. Pat and I, uh, grew up together for a bit.”

Tati smiled even wider, her white teeth flashing against her plum lipstick. “So you are family! Wonderful!”

Damon had all of one second of warning before he found himself wrapped a welcoming hug. Tatiana turned to Remy to give them the same treatment, and saw them grimacing awkwardly. “Sorry, I know I’m too long to hug normall- oof!”

They found their middle wrapped by warm brown arms, Tati’s head angled so that their neck didn’t need to stretch awkwardly around hers.

“Honey, don’t even worry, I’ve got all the practice in the world of Tall Hugs,” she said with a smiled as she withdrew. “You should meet my son!”

Patton raised an eyebrow at Remy. “Actually, they have. Last I saw, they were flirting with him dramatically.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” Damon and Remy said in unison.

“They were flirting dramatically while being arrested,” Patton clarified.

Remy’s glasses slid down their nose. “Oh worm? Wait, who’s mom is she, Specs or Flex?”

“Both,” Tatiana said proudly. “Come in, you two, come sit. Dinner’s going to be awhile still, but the smoke has gone down, at least. Hope you like extra-crispy bacon!”

Damon hesitated, but Patton grabbed his arm and tugged him down the hallway to the living room.

“Patty-my-dear, who’ve you brought us?” Celeste asked.

“Mumma Cee, this is Damon and Remy. Dam’ was at the old home with me, and Remy’s his partner. And they apologize for making you forget they were there, right?”

Remy grinned. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Mostly. But I can’t promise I won’t do it again.” Damon elbowed them. “Ow! My own boyfriend, my darling, attacking me in front of new people, how dare.”

Celeste looked utterly charmed. “Please, come sit, here, take the long-legs chair.” She and Remy launched into gossip about powers and their partners with equal enthusiasm.

Damon tugged Pat’s sleeve. “Pat, you’re sure it’s okay we’re here?”

“Of course, everyone’s welcome.”

“Yeah, but. I mean. Villains? Technical fugitives? Multiple times over? We just thought we’d lurk and make sure it didn’t seem sketchy, I didn’t think we’d be invited in. I don’t want the heroes to shut this place down from association.”

Patton brushed a comma of black hair that had fallen in Damon’s face. “Oh, no need to worry about any of that-”

Just then, Logan emerged out of the kitchen, wearing a batter-splattered apron but looking pleased with himself. “Dinner’s ready!”

Remy and Damon whipped around and made eye contact with Logan the same moment he noticed them.

Remy tensed up immediately and grabbed Damon’s hand, but before they could use their powers, Logan was beside them in a blur.

“Rem, no, it’s- you don’t need to, I’m not gonna, it’s fine,” he babbled. “Don’t blank me, okay?”

Remy grimaced. “Lolo, hun, I love a good reunion as much as the next bitch, but this is clearly your house. It’s one thing to tease you when it’s your job to chase me, I’m not gonna invade your space.”

“Remy, Damon, please, no, it’s not like that anymore,” Logan said. He stepped back at a normal speed. “Pat? Can you help me?”

The couple looked confused, staring between Patton and Logan. Celeste and Tatiana stayed quiet, watching the interaction but letting the supers handle it themselves.

Patton grinned tentatively. “So, let’s see, what’s the fastest way to explain. Um. Number 1, you’re not fugitives anymore, because of the Fresh Start Initiative by the mayor’s office. Number 2, you’re not villains, because no one is, not even me ‘n’ Ro. Oh, and number 3, we’re dating,” he finished, waving at Logan.

Remy frowned. “You left the sparkling red beauty for Specs?”

Damon rolled his eyes. “That’s what you got out of that?”

“That’s the part I understood immediately, sue me.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Patton meant, he’s dating Roman and I at the same time. Also Virgil. All four of us.”

“Virgil?” Damon asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Tatiana chuckled behind him. “I’ve been forbidden from using it when he can hear me, but his other nickname is ‘Flex,” she provided. She smiled up at Remy. “I told you I’m used to giving tall hugs!”

Remy settled back into their chair. “Holy shit. Y’all’re dating Flex? I thought he was still pining over Short-Stack over here.”

Logan colored. “How many people knew this besides me?” he muttered to himself.

Patton heard him and grabbed his hand over the back of the couch. “All of us, love. You’re kind of oblivious sometimes.”

Damon was leaning on both his hands, brow creased. “What’s wrong, sugar?” Remy asked.

“I- so much has changed. I’m not sure I get it yet. I didn’t think we’d ever be staying in Harmony City again, not long term.”

“Technically, we’re outside city limits,” Celeste offered. “We’re over the Easthamshire County line. But within the municipal government jurisdiction for taxes and tax break purposes, that was important.”

“You’re jargonin’ again, honey,” Tatiana said, brushing her fingers through Celeste’s bright hair.

Celeste smiled up at her. “What I mean to say is, Damon, Remy, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. We’ve got a whole house full of folks figuring everything out - you’ll be in good company.”

Patton nodded. “And there’s someone else you need to meet, too. Virgil, when he comes down, but, Damon, you should- actually, let me get him now. Uh, Mama T, can we use the sitting room?”

“Of course, sweet pea.”

~~~~~~

Two days later, Damon sat watching the open field behind the house as Remy joined the kiddos in playing Treasure Island. (They were forbidden from using powers because “it’s cheating,” Quil had insisted, and everyone agreed. It turns out that Remy was a terrible thief without their powers, but they were having a grand time all the same).

Thomas sat beside him, and Patton sat on Thomas’ far side. They watched in companionable silence for while, until Damon broke it.

“Thomas, you know I don’t blame you, right? For any of this.”

The boy swallowed hard. “I know you said so.”

“And I meant it. I get it, you know? People always say that, say they understand, but I really do.”

“What do you mean?”

Damon smiled lopsidedly at him. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to be an experiment?” He waved his left hand in a faux-salute, the hand that never fully healed from his shape-shifts, the one covered continuously in scales that ached and itched and got covered up when he was around strangers. “The anger, at the one who did this, and at this whole fucking society that could have stopped it and didn’t? The regret when you lash out mixed with a weird satisfaction that at least you finally did something on your own terms for once?”

Thomas softened. “You do know.”

Damon nodded. “So I mean it. I don’t blame you. And I - Lo mentioned what you hope to do. To be a teacher and coach and protect these guys.” He nodded out at the children, from the ones running and falling and shrieking in delight to the ones sitting separately, reading or watching or just dangling from tree branches. “I’m… god, I’ve had years to recover, and you’re been out for what, four months, and already ready to make amends and pay it back?”

Thomas shrugged.

Damon sat quiet for a moment. “Could I help too? I don’t know what I’d do, but… I feel like I have something to make up for, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“I- I was pissed at the world and the city for letting us get pulled into that. But I didn’t try to fix it, I just mentally flipped off the institutions and took all the resources they offered me. And I didn’t- I let her drop out. I kept tabs on her, but she reminded me too much of that place and that time. I didn’t let her talk about it around me, I just refused to listen. I could have made an effort, been a safe person to relate to, but I didn’t. And I know these kids won’t be the same, but maybe it would be a way to make up for it.”

“It’s a start,” Patton commented softly. “This place won’t make everything better but… it’ll mean a world of difference to these kids. We can’t protect them from every possible struggle, but-”

“But we can keep them safe from the ones we faced,” Thomas finished. He grabbed Patton’s hand and squeezed. “I’ll do it, Pat, just you watch,” he said fiercely. “I’ll keep them safe. I promise.”

“I promise too,” Damon said. “For Valerie.”

Patton nodded. “For the Parsons.”

“For us,” Thomas said softly.

They squeezed hands, watching the children of Haven play. The clouds above were turning cotton candy pink as the day wound to a close. Light glazed the home behind them and the graceful branches in front of them, painting everything golden.

The sun was setting on Harmony City.

~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~

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the-tickly-faerie · 2 years

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Tickle crabs

A/ this is based of the bluey episode called tickle crabs :)

It was a normal day in the sbi household. Until a young Wilbur and Tommy ran to Phil with a mischievous grin. "DAD," Wilbur yelled. "What do you two gremlins want?" Phil replied with an exacerbated sigh. 'These kids are hyper. How do they have the energy? ' Phil thought.

"Can we play tickle crabs!" Tommy basically yelled. The eldest blonde's eye widened. Not the tickle crabs! The game was so embarrassing and long. The boys just chase him trying to tickle him.

"Nah mate, not happening." Phil said. "Whyyyyy" wilbur dramatically sighed, while stomping his foot. "Because you too just tickle me!" Phil argued back.The boy just giggled. "Please dad" the boys say in sync. They start to fake cry. Saying stuff like "you don't love us" and "I thought you loved us".

It was actually impressive. Reluctantly, phil decided to indulge the boys. "Fineeee, but only for a little bit!" The boys cheered, and Phil just smiled. He loved their giggles and smiles. So they started to play.

"Ah what a lovely day to be at the beach. I can't wait to lie down under the sand," Phil said dramatically. "Oh wait! I leave something in the car. Better go get it" phil then leaves the room.

The boys herring this start to move under the blanket,Phil laid down. They were giggling as Phil returned. "Ah no, it looks like it's going to rain. Whelp better go home" he grabbed a blanket with the boys under it. Phil is surprisingly strong but he was struggling to carry the boys.

Phil walked to the living room floor and dropped(gently) the blanket, with the boys. "Might as well rest on the couch a bit," Phil says and falls on the couch and closes his eyes.

The boys,giggling, get out from underneath the blanket and make their way to their dad. When they reach him,of course, they start tickling his belly. "Tickle tickle tickle," both boys say. Phil starts laughing and bolts up and runs from the demon children. That's how it was like for the next 30 minutes. The two kids chasing their poor father around and tickling him, and their dad trying to hide from them. Even if it was embarrassing for phil, he wouldn't change it for the world.

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fanfics4all · 5 years

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Queen's Party Sucks

Request: Yes / No Can I have 8 & 11 with Tommy Merlyn x fem!reader, please? Maybe have it get a little smutty? @thecaptainsgingersnap

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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Reader

Word count: 791

Warnings: Little bit of smut

Y/N: Your Name

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Tomorrow one of my best friends, Oliver Queen, was throwing a Halloween party. My ‘date’ to the party was my other best friend Tommy Merlyn and I may have had a huge crush on him. He was so kind and insanely cute. Right now I was getting coffee with Tommy and we were talking about the party.

“So, you ready for tonight?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yep, got my costume ready, what about you?” I asked taking a sip of my coffee.

“Yeah, but I bet it won’t be as good as yours.” He said with a smile.

“Well, You can see my costume later.” I said with a smirk.

“Come on, no hints?” He asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Nope!” I said shaking my head and he sighed.

“Fineeee.” He said and I giggled.

Finally it was the night of the party and I put on my Playboy Bunny costume. Maybe it was a little too sexy for a party, but this was an Oliver Queen party we were talking about! I got in my car and left for the Queen’s house. The party was in full swing, what a shock. I walked in and went to go find my best friends.

“Oliver! Tommy!” I called to them over the music. They looked over at me and smile.

“Whoa!” Oliver said in shock.

“Oh my God!” Tommy said just as shocked.

“You like?” I asked giving them a spin. I noticed Tommy was dressed as a doctor and Oliver was dressed as a gladiator.

“How the hell can you wear that here!?” Oliver asked acting like the older brother friend once again.

“Says the one whos not wearing a shirt.” I said rolling my eyes.

“She’s got you there.” Tommy said and placed his arm around my shoulders. Before he could say anything more a girl came over and distracted him. They went off to dance and I turned to Tommy.

“So, what do you think?” I asked and he smirked.

“It’s amazing, you look amazing.” He said and I repressed a blush.

“You don’t look so bad yourself doctor Merlyn.” I said slightly flirting.

“I’m prescribing you a drink.” He said and I giggled.

The two of us got multiple drinks and did some dancing. After two hours the two of us were off to the side just chatting. Oliver was lost to the crowd and we had no idea where he was.

“This Halloween party sucks, let’s get out of here.” Tommy randomly said.

“Did Tommy Merlyn just say an Oliver Queen party sucks!?” I asked shocked.

“Okay, it’s a good party but still let’s get out of here.” He said and I raised a brow at him.

“No one’s home at my place.” He said and I got the hint.

“Sure.” I said and we headed for the door. We went to his place, I left my car at Oliver’s, I was planning on staying with one of the boys anyway. As soon as we walked in and the door shut Tommy pushed my up against the wall and his lips attached to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much hunger. I’ve wanted to kiss him for what feels like forever. I pushed off his doctor coat and he lifted me up. He carefully took me upstairs and to his room. He dropped me on his bed and got on top of me. He kissed me once again and by instinct I lifted my hips to his. His hand started groping my boobs I moaned into his mouth and I felt him smirk. He pulled away and took his shirt off then went back to my lips. I felt up and down his abs and it was so hot. He moved to take off my outfit but I stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked pulling away.

“Tommy I like you…” I said.

“I like you too Y/N.” He said and I shook my head.

“No Tommy, I’ve had a crush on you for like ever and I don’t want this to be a drunk hookup.” I said and he stared at me. That was it, no going back now. I just told my best friend that I’m in love with him…

“I love you too.” He said and my eyes widened.

“And we don’t have to do anything tonight.” He added.

“What?” I asked confused.

“We can just put on a scary movie and get a bunch of junk food and cuddle the night away.” He said with a smile. I smiled back at him, this is exactly why I fell in love with him.

“That sounds perfect.” I said and that’s exactly what we did.

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marvelmadwoman · 5 years

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Jealousy - Chapter 11

— Okay guys I am so so sorry it has literally been months and months since I last posted a chapter, but here’s the long awaited chapter 11 :))) I hope there are still some of you out there who are interested in this fic bc if there aren’t then I just won’t write the next few chapters I have in mind! Let me know if you want more, especially the smut that immediately follows this chapter ;)

You met the boys at the local bowling alley, which is just down the road from your houses, and you see that Tom is wearing a yellow bandana on his head. Your first reaction is to laugh as you walk towards them, but then you realise, fuck he looks good in bandanas. Tom looks up as you near them, and smirks when he sees you obviously eyeing him up.

“Like what you see?” Tom asks you, making Harrison look up and roll his eyes when he realises what’s going on

You laugh and reply “ooo yeah Haz this shirt looks so good on you”

This makes Harrison crack up, blow you a kiss and say, “thanks sweetheart”. Tom has his right eyebrow raised and jaw clenched, “wow you really need to get some new material Y/N, it’s getting old now” he says, shaking his head

“Seems to be having the desired effect” you reply with a wink, folding your arms “so why the fuck you wearing a bandana Holland?”

“They’re useful, you know, good for keeping my hair back” He says, putting his hands on his hips indignantly

“Rightttt” you say, sceptical

“Plus I look fit” he says with a smirk

“You wish” Harrison says with a laugh “right why are we just standing here, let’s go in” he says, turning on his feet and walking in front of you and Tom. You look up at Tom, who has snakes his arm round your waist, and is subtly running his fingers up and down your waist.

“Okay I give in you do look pretty fit with that on” you murmur into his ear as you walk through the doors of the bowling alley. Tom turns to you with a smug smile on his face, “knew it”.

“Oi lovebirds I got alley 5” Harrison shouts from a few metres in front of you guys

“I am so gonna win” you say to Tom

“As if! I am literally the reigning champion whenever we go bowling” Tom exclaims

“Hey I won that one time!” You say, shoving his shoulder

“Oh was that the time you used the fucking child’s aid thingy so all you had to do was let go of the ball??” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow

“Oi fuck off I’ll have you know there’s a lotta skill involved in that and I just happened to master it” you reply, laughing

“Oh bullshit” Tom says with a laugh

“Yeah I’m with Tom on this one” Harrison says as you join him at alley 5 “you cheated so bad that game Y/N”

“Fine fine! Doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna win this time” you say with a sigh

“Miracles do happen” Harrison mutters under his breath to Tom, making them both crack up. You shake your head and the pair of them, before an idea pops into your head.

“Oi Haz it’s your turn to get the drinks” you say

“Yeah yeah I’ll be back in a sec” he says, before stopping and turning back and pointing his finger at the two of you “don’t you dare fuck whilst I’m at the bar”

“Fineeee we’ll wait until you get back Haz!” You shout after him

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out!” Tom adds, laughing as Haz rolls his eyes.

“In all seriousness though” you murmur in Tom’s ear, catching his attention, “how about we make a lil bet?” Tom turns to you,

“That does sound promising” he replies “especially because I’m bound to win” he says, a smug smile on his face, as he loosely wraps his arms around your waist, his hands on the top of your ass, your hands on his chest.

“Don’t get cocky yet mister” you say, poking his chest “right so if I win I get to choose what we do tonight and if you win, you get to choose”

Tom’s eyebrows scrunch slightly in confusion “what do you mean choose what we do?” He says, not catching on

“God you’re slow” you say, rolling your eyes “I mean you’d have the power to do whatever you want with me...” Tom’s eyes widen “...but only if you win! And if I win, then I have the power” you say, with a wink.

“Whatever I want??” Tom questions, a glint forming in his eye

“Well you’ve got to win first but yeahhh” you say “shit here comes Haz, alright, we got a deal?” You ask

“Hell yeah we do” Tom says with a smirk, “I better start planning”

“God you’re so cocky” you say

“And you love it” he murmurs in your ear, before kissing your neck and then pulling away to take the drinks from Harrison.

“Right let’s get this show on the road” Harrison says, walking up to take the first bowling ball

“I am so looking forward to winning” Tom says to Harrison, but glances at you with a smirk

Harrison bowls his first ball and miraculously gets a strike, which results in an over the top celebration “yesssss in your face losers, don’t be so sure of yourself Tommy boy” Harrison shouts, patting Tom on the back as he rolls his eyes and goes over to choose his ball.

“Oh yeah Tom,” you say cheekily “Harrison could win...” to which Harrison gives you a slightly confused look, whereas Tom’s head snaps round and glares at you, before slightly pouting and taking his shot. Of course the idiot got a strike. Of course you scored 3. Arghhh why were you so shit at bowling, you question yourself, as the boys tease you. But you smirk and think to yourself, as much as having power over Tom would be good, subconsciously you think when you made that bet you were hoping he would win... you knew that boy had another side to him, and that made you very very curious.

Unsurprisingly, Tom won. God, the look he gave you when the results were totalled up was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen (definitely rivalled by the sight of his head between your thighs).

“Yeah yeah we get it, you won mate” Harrison says, rolling his eyes like the sore loser he is, “you can stop shrieking now”

“Sorry that you’re such a bad loser Haz, some of us have things to celebrate” Tom says, shooting you a cheeky glance at his last words that, unbeknown to Harrison, have an entirely different meaning.

“You’re such a div” Harrison says with a laugh, “right, well I’m going home now cause if I’m here much longer I think you two might actually die from eye-fucking each other”, he says, as he hugs you and Tom before walking towards the door.

There’s a moment where you and Tom are just staring at each other, and you could swear Tom bit his lip, before he steps towards you and kisses you softly, bringing your body closer to his. You kiss him back, and it deepens, as you both forget for a minute that you’re actually still in the bowling alley. He pulls back abruptly and both of you are breathless,

“We uh we should go back to mine” you say, gripping his collar with your hands that were previously on his face,

“Thought I had control tonight darlin?” Tom says with a smirk

“Oh so you don’t want to get laid tonight? Yeah good plan let’s just stay here” you joke

“Oh fuck off, let’s get out of here” he says, laughing and grabbing your hand

You both almost run out of the alley and down the street to your house, hands interlocked,

“My parents aren’t home tonight either”, you murmur into his ear as you near your house

“Well that’s perfect then isn’t it?” Tom says to you, “no one to stop you from being as loud as you’d like to be” he adds, smirking

“Who says I’m gonna be loud?” You ask with a laugh

“Oh trust me love you’re not even gonna be able to control yourself when I’m finished with you” He says, kissing your neck as you unlock your front door.

“Sounds promising” you say with a wink as you let yourselves in.

As soon as Tom kicks the door shut behind you, he turns you round and kisses you against the door, letting his cold hands roam under your shirt and making you inhale sharply at the temperature. But that quickly leaves your mind, as you feel his tongue slide over your lower lip, and part your lips to allow him to deepen the kiss. It’s messy but god it is so fucking hot. He’s pushed your jacket off of your shoulders, giving him more access to your neck, where you know he’s leaving marks, and his hands are busy battling with your bra strap behind you. Surprisingly, he undoes it in record time, allowing his hands to palm your heaving tits, paying particular attention to your hardening nipples. You gasp as he pinches your right nipple, which only makes him smirk in your kiss, and take advantage of the access you’ve just given him to your mouth. He’s in such a dominant mood tonight and you are loving it. This is the side of Tom that you thought was there.

Suddenly, he breaks off the kiss, leaving you panting and he grabs your wrist and just says, “upstairs”, and you follow him up to your bedroom. He’s been there enough times to know where it is in the dark, but the difference is this time, he won’t just be imagining having you naked underneath him.

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