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Missin’ You Big Boy

summary: Eddies always had a thing for Steve, ever since he laid eyes on the pretty haired boy. and after their first year of highs chool together, Eddie jokes about them missing each other. as the years go on, the joke only continues, how could he not after seeing the way Steve gets all giddy and flustered. it was, quite frankly, adorable. and then Steve graduates, and the next time they see each other (after Eddies wanted for murder) they realised they missed each other more than ever.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, a whole lot of crying, blood, adorable steddie content, super gay, fuck Tommy Hagan, be ready to cry.

Eddie always thought Steve was pretty, ever since he first laid eyes on him in the middle school talent show. Eddie was up on stage with Corroded Coffin rehearsing, and Steve was sitting front row, talking to the music director about an assignment. He had no interest in the talent show, or what was going on with the loud, obscene music onstage, but Eddie found himself staring anyway. It wasn’t as if Eddie didn’t understand why he looked at Steve the way he did, he’d always had a strange sort of attraction to boys, the magazines he kept hidden under his bed were proof of that. But Eddie hated that he was staring, because deep down he knew that Steve would never stare at him. Hell, he didn’t even notice Eddie screaming into the microphone shredding his guitar right in front of him.

But what Eddie didn’t know, is that he did notice. He just forced himself not to.

In Eddie’s freshman year, he hated himself for missing Steve. He wasn’t able to brush past him in the halls, or smile at him from across the cafeteria, and he certainly would never get the opportunity to awkwardly say hi if they ‘accidently’ bumped into one another. But Steve was glad Eddie was on another campus, he wouldn’t be so distracted anymore. It gave him more time to focus on the important things… like girls.

Then the summer rolled around, and Eddie found himself missing Steve. He hated swimming, that was a sure thing, but he spent a large part of the summer at the public pool, just praying Steve would show up with his friends. Eddie knew he was a swimmer. But he hardly showed up, Eddie didn’t know Steve had his own pool. Plus, the times he did show up, Eddie would just sit there and gawk. Next time, he’d tell himself, next time I’ll talk to him. Yeah, he never talked to him. Steve barely even noticed Eddie at the pool, he was always too focused on the girl that had dragged him there, the girl he wasn’t allowed to take over to his house for a swim.

Then, on the first day of Steve’s freshman year, and Eddie’s junior year, their lockers were assigned across from each other. Directly. If Eddie stood with his back up against his locker (which he did a lot), he would get a perfect view of Steve standing in his, pulling out his books, fixing up his hair… his ass. One random Tuesday afternoon, before lunch, in the first term, Eddie was once again leaning up against his locker, talking to Gareth. Then Steve approaches his locker, a stressed out flustered mess, and Eddie stares. He watches, not listening to a thing his friend is saying as Steve tosses his books inside and makes a mess, grabbing his new ones before slamming the door shut and hitting it. And Eddie finally got the courage to speak.

“You alright there, Harrington?”

He spun around quickly, his hair bouncing in that cute little way that always made Eddie’s insides squirm, and he forced a smile, acting like everything was okay, “Uh, yeah….” he nodded.

Gareth pulled a confused face, “Why are you talking to him?” He whispered, and Eddie brushed him away.

“You sure? You look like someone pissed in your cheerios this morning or something.”

Steve laughed, he actually laughed, and Eddie thought he died right there.

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nodded again, “Just, Ms O’Donnel gave me a C on the group assignment we just did… well, the one I did all the work on… everyone else in the group got a B.”

Eddie nervously bit his lip, pushing his back off the locker so he was standing normally, still on the other side of the hall, “Yeah, she’ll ah, she’s a bit of a bitch.”

Steve smiled, huffing a little laugh through his nose, Eddie blushed, “She is such a bitch.”

“I’m sure she’ll warm up to you, Harrington.” Eddie smiled, eyes quickly dropping to the ground, “Unlike me you actually have some likeable qualities.” Yeah, that got an even more confused look from Gareth.

“You think?” Steve shuffled a little closer.

“Yeah,” Eddie smiled, taking a few steps closer himself, he reached a hand out and waived it around Steve’s head, “You actually have a decent haircut for one.”

Steve laughed, “I don’t see anything wrong with your’s, Munson.”

Eddie knew he was lying, it was in that awkward stage after a buzzcut, and he was trying to grow it long. He looked like an even bigger dork than usual. But something about the way Steve said it, it sounded genuine, a little compassionate, and Eddie blushed a little.

“Bullshit.” He smiled, “And, hey, you’re not a massive nerd, that’s a quality she likes, apparently. And I’m sure you’re not the type of guy to randomly interrupt the class out of pure boredom… something she loves a lot, I have found. The reason why I am definitely her least favourite student.”

Steve nodded slowly, his eyes taking in the little blush of red on Eddie’s cheeks, his little smile, the way the lines creased around his eyes… no. He’d just gone a whole year without thinking of this boy for whatever fucking reason, it could not start again. He would not let it. Eddie felt a little awkward in the silence, so he cleared his throat.

“No but really, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He nodded, putting on his most manly demeanour he could muster.

Steve snapped out of his trance, “Yeah, okay…” He smiled.

“Move it, Freak!” Some random jock shoved Eddie’s back, “Quit standing in the middle of the hallway!” He stumbled into Steve.

Eddie was quick to step away, but not before the strong scent of Steve’s cologne, and hairspray, was stuck in his mind.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

Steve looked at him, and then at the older jocks that were walking away, overly proud of themselves, “Don’t be.” Steve shook his head, “That was an asshole move.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah. I’m used to it though.”

“You shouldn’t be.” Steve smiled.

“Yeah well, it's how it is… the Freaks are always gonna be treated like shit, gotta get used to it.”

Steve nodded slowly, he didn’t really know how to sympathise with Eddie, but maybe a joke would cheer him up?

“I don’t think you’re a freak…” Steve smirked, “Maybe you look a bit like one with that haircut–”

“Fuck off.” Eddie laughed, covering his face with one hand.

Steve laughed, almost dropping his books, and Eddie was quick to reach a hand out and help him, accidentally grabbing onto Steve’s hand instead. Both of them froze. Eddie quickly pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. How the fuck was Steve’s hand so soft? And Steve just didn’t understand why his stomach flipped over when he felt Eddie’s calloused fingers tracing over his skin.

“Uhm,” Steve cleared his throat, “I should get going.”

“Right.” Eddie nodded, taking a small step back, “Right, yeah. Okay.” Fuck, he really fucked up.

“Thank you.” Steve simply said, but it made Eddie’s heart race.

“Thank me?”

“Yeah… for cheering me up a bit.” Steve nodded, awkwardly turning, “I’ll– I’ll see you round, Freak.” There was a soft smile on his lips.

Eddie blushed, a wide grin spreading across his face, “Yeah, see ya round, Harrington. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Promise I won’t.” Steve called out, a little laugh rolling off his tongue, and he rounded the corner.

Eddie just stared at the space Steve once occupied, his heart racing a million miles per hour, face cherry red, hands clammy. Dear Ozzy, he was fucked.

“Dude,” Gareth slapped a hand over Eddie’s shoulder, laughing to himself, “Harringtons the guy you’re into?”

Eddie turned to him, hairs standing on end, “You knew it was a guy?”

Gareth glared up at him, an eyebrow raised and he shook his head, “You literally have a poster of Bret Michaels shirtless on your wall.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Gareth laughed and shook his head, “your totally fucked man, no way is Harrington into dudes.”

“You don’t have to fuckin tell me twice.” Eddie slapped his hands over his face and groaned.

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Eddie thought about that random Tuesday a lot. He couldn’t get Steve out of his head. But he was glad it happened, because they talked every day now. Every time they saw each other at their lockers, they would share a sweet little hello, sometimes in the morning they would stop and ask each other about the previous night, sometimes they would talk about classes. They would often bitch about O’Donnel. It pained him whenever a pretty girl would lean on the locker beside Steve, and flirt with him, bat her eyes, suggestively suck on a lollipop, and Steve would always eat it up. It hurt the most when Steve would wrap his arm around her, or even kiss her… right in front of Eddie. It’s not like Eddie had a right to get upset, or jealous, or anything else, but he always did. But none of that stuff ever stopped Eddie for falling head over heels for the perfect hair and polo shirts that Steve always sported. Eddie would flirt more, and more with him, and he always ended the conversation with a variation of ‘don’t miss me too much’, and Steve always shook his head and rolled his eyes and smiled before walking away. But the thing Eddie liked the most, was just how kind Steve really was. He had such a big heart, and he always had a smile for Eddie, and he always, always told Eddie that those assholes that called him a freak were nothing more than that… assholes, and that Eddie was more than just a silly little label the town had pinned on him. It was almost like his kindness was too good to be true.

And then it was too good to be true. Because Eddie’s sophomore year rolled around, and Steve’s locker wasn’t across from his anymore, it was on the other side of the campus. There were no more sweet good mornings, or goodbyes, or random little hellos. There were no more O’Donnel slander sessions. No more anything. Anytime Eddie saw Steve in the halls in those first few weeks, he would smile and wave, he’d even go to approach him for some light conversation. But Every time Steve just turned his head away, ignoring him, pushing him away. And it hurt Eddie more than it should have. Then, the first basketball game of the season, it was Steve’s first game where he wasn’t benched, and Eddie wouldn’t miss it for the world. So, he dragged Gareth along, and he sat there the whole game and watched. He didn’t really get it, he didn’t care who won or who lost, he didn’t care about basketball at all, he just wanted to be there for Steve, to cheer him on, and to congratulate him after… maybe even ask how his summer was. After the game, that’s just what Eddie did. He stepped down from the bleachers, Gareth following close behind, and he stepped onto the now crowded court and made his way over to Steve, who was alone, wiping his face with a towel and sipping on some water. Eddie thought he looked beautiful… and he really loved those tiny little shorts. Maybe he could get into basketball after all.

“Steve,” Eddie smiled as he approached, “great game… I think.”

Steve’s face lit up when he saw the boy, his hair a little longer now, sitting just under his jaw in a tangled mess.

“Eddie, you came.” He put the towel over his shoulders, “I didn’t pick you as the basketball type.”

“I’m not really.” Eddie laughed nervously, and Gareth nudged his arm, he swallowed, “Just came to watch you.”

Steve stiffened a little, his back straightened out, “Oh?” He caught Eddie’s big brown eyes with his own, and everything felt comfortable, “Thanks… means a lot.”

Eddie nodded, “Well, I always support my friends so-”

“Were friends?” Steve picked up.

Eddie looked up at him, a little startled, “Uhm, I thought so.” His mouth suddenly felt very dry, “I thought because… well we just–”

“We never hang out though.” Steve questioned, his eyebrows creasing down.

“I suppose.” Eddie nodded his head slowly, eyes glued to the ground.

“My parents didn’t even come to watch my game.” Steve almost whispered, “So… it really does mean a lot to me that you came.”

Eddie looked up at him, wide eyed, “You got shitty parents too?”

“Something like that.”

Eddie nodded, “Sorry for getting the wrong idea, we just used to talk-”

“No, it’s okay…” Steve smiled, “I guess we are friends.”

Eddie grinned and Gareth elbowed him in the ribs subtly, Eddie looked down at his friend who was giving him a suggestive glare and Eddie nudged him away.

“So uh..” He cleared his throat, playing with the edge of his jacket, “did you want to maybe… hang out some–”

“Harrington!” A hand landed down on Steve’s shoulder, Tommy Hagan’s to be exact… one of Eddie’s newest irritations.

“Hagan.” Steve nodded, awkwardly looking between Eddie and the ground.

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes a little, he knew what was coming.

“Hey Freak.” Tommy scoffed, “What the fuck do you think your doing?”

“Just talking to Harrington.” Eddie forced a smile, “Thought he might miss me.”

Eddie glanced over to Steve who had a soft smile on his lips and he shook his head at Eddie, rolling his eyes as he always did. He loved it when Eddie teased… a little more than a man usually should. A secret he would take to the grave.

“Miss you?” Tommy scoffed, laughing out, “Hear that Harrington? I think the freaks got a crush.”

Eddie’s face went red, and Steve’s smile dropped, a confused expression spread across his face, he was utterly oblivious. Did he even know what a gay person was?

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie shook his head, forcing the lump in his throat down, “Funny, Hagan.”

Tommy laughed again before shoving Eddie’s shoulder, “Why don’t you run back to your little nerd squad and leave us the fuck alone.”

“Whatever.” Eddie scoffed, turning away without saying goodbye.

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From that day, Steve only hung around with the assholes. They always shat on Eddie in the halls, or at lunch, or wherever they went. Steve didn’t say mean things to him, but he never tried to stop the bullying either. The whole hellfire grew to hate ‘King’ Steve, the now leader of the pack, the King of Hawkins High. And by Eddie’s first senior year, Steve started becoming an even bigger prick. Not only did he constantly have a random girl under his arm (which always made Eddie’s stomach churn), he also now joined in with calling Eddie a freak… only when the other assholes would encourage him too though. And Steve always regretted it. Eddie only grew to hate himself more. It was too good to be true, Steve was nothing more than an asshole. An asshole who Eddie fell in love with.

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Then, Eddie failed senior year, the bullying only accumulating more. And on his first day, he walked into the homeroom, and there sat the King himself. Eddie froze, he didn’t even think about being in Steve’s grade now, but it scared the shit out of him. As he walked through the class, the students all began to cheer and whoop and throw scrunched up pieces of paper at him, all to tease him of course… now not only the freak of Hawkins High, but also the failure. The guy who couldn’t even graduate. This year was going to be hell. He laid the theatrics on thick, like he usually did, taking a bow and doing a little turn, a grin on his face as he made his way to the back of the classroom. As the shouting died down, he slumped in his chair and found himself, once again, staring at the back of Steve Harrington.

To make matters worse, if they could even get any worse, their lockers were now right fucking next to eachother. Eddie threw his head back with a loud groan when he saw Steve in the locker besides number 243. Steve whipped his head around at the loud sound, and his stomach dropped. Eddie walked up and opened the metal door, refusing to look Steve’s way. Steve kept his eyes on Eddie, a sort of ache running through his body, he missed him. Steve turned back to his locker.

“Feels like freshman year all over again.”

Eddie tensed up at the sound of his voice. He hadn’t heard Steve speak in that tone since eighty three. It made his whole body melt, he missed it. He hated the way Steve talked to him now, all tough and preppy, thinking he was better than anyone else. But now, now it was soft, and warm, and safe, and Eddie wanted to punch him for it.

“Yeah, except now I’m a failure, and you’re an asshole.” He scoffed, he didn’t care if the hurt in his voice was noticeable to Steve, in fact, a little part of him needed Steve to know how hurt he really was.

Steve tensed, he sort of felt like crying, thank god Eddie’s locker door was in between them, blocking their view of each other, “You’re not a failure… or a freak.”

Eddie scoffed and shook his head, “Yeah… but only when no ones around to scold you for being nice to me, right?”

Steve’s eyes dropped, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie nodded, but Steve couldn’t see that. Eddie placed his hands on the shelf of his locker, leaning on it a little, “Bet you missed me, right Big Boy?”

Steves insides flipped and he couldnt help but smile, thank fucking god for the locker door, “Maybe I did.”

Eddie shook his head and slammed his locker shut, “Yeah well, I didn’t.” Lie. Super big fucking lie.

Steve couldn’t do anything other than watch as Eddie walked away, not giving Steve the satisfaction of the hurt look on his face. Steve never hated himself more than he did at that moment.

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“I told you O’Donnel would grow on you.” Eddie said, the locker door between them.

It was the day before Christmas break, and the first time Eddie had started a conversation with Steve this year that wasn’t straight up rude. Steve swallowed thickly, thinking back to their first interaction, all those years ago.

“Yeah.” He huffed a laugh through his nose, “You were right.”

“She fuckin’ love’s you man.” Eddie smiled, peaking around his locker door to look at Steve who was just leaning up against them, ams folded, perfect hair, your not supposed to like him, be mean, “Don’t know why, your a fucking prick.” he turned back into his locker, smile gone.

Steve looked to the ground, “Yeah.” He nodded, “But I’m also a suck up.”

“Fucking tell me about it.” Eddie scoffed, “Oh, Ms O’Donnel, did you get a haircut, it looks great. What? You’re fifty seven, you don’t look a day over twenty three. What? You’re single? Ms. O’Donnel, you have to be lying, how could you be single?” Eddie deadpanned him.

Steve just nodded, poking his tongue in his cheek, “You’re not any better, Munson. Come on Ms, I’m sure you can give me a better grade than that. You don’t want me sticking around for a third year, do you? I know I’m handsome, but that’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think?”

Eddie smiled a little before pushing all those happy little feelings away and slamming the door shut, he looked back at Steve, “What? Are you saying I’m not handsome?”

“Well your hair cut has definitely improved.”

Eddie bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling, “Aww, you noticed? Stevie, you shouldn’t have.” He teased.

But that little nickname made all of Steve’s hairs stand on end, and his back straightened out, “Well, it’s hard not too when your jumping on tables making a ruckus every other lunch.”

“I only do it so you notice me.” Eddie grinned, defineltny only a tiny bit of a lie, Steves cheeks went red, “I’m fucking joking, Harrington.”

Steve relaxed down a bit, “Right… yeah, right.” He scratched his chin.

“Well.” Eddie tosses his car keys in his hand, “Don’t miss me too much over break, Stevie.”

Steve nodded and Eddie patted his shoulder before walking off. He leant back against the lockers, throwing his head back in frustration. He had no idea what he was feeling, or why he was feeling it, and it just stressed him out.

“Hey, Harrington.” Tommy called, “Why were you talking to the freak again?”

“Leave him alone, Tommy, he’s not a freak.” Steve sighed, slowly standing back as Tommy approached.

“The failure then.”

“Not a failure either.” Steve shook his head.

Tommy swallowed thickly, “What, you got the hots for him now or something, Steve?”

Steve shook his head, “The hots?”

“Yeah, you know?” Tommy chuckled nervously, “You into dudes, Harrington?”

Steve stiffened, he thought for a second, eyes landing on Eddie’s locker, “Dudes… ha, no. No way. I got Wheeler, man.”

Tommy nodded and cleared his throat, “No, yeah, of course.” He forced a laugh, “Was just messing with you, man.”

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“So,” Steve closed his locker and turned to Eddie, pulling his door back just enough to look at him, “did you pass?”

Eddie turned to him and bit his lip, “Nah, man.” He shook his head, “The failure, yet again.”

Steve nodded slowly, “Sorry, dude.”

“Don’t give me that shit, Steve.” Eddie scoffed, “I know you couldn’t care less. I’m willing to bet twenty bucks your gonna run back to your little possy and tell them that the freak fucking failed school, yet again. And then your all gonna laugh at me.”

“I’m-”

“Don’t even bother.” Eddie shook his head, “Have fun at graduation, Harrington.”

Eddie closed his locker door and slowly walked away, everything weighing down on him.

“Hope you don’t miss me too much, Munson.”

Eddie stiffened and slowly turned back around to see Steve, a smug smile on his lips and hands on his hips. Eddie smiled softly, taking a small step back towards him.

“Hawkins High won’t be the same without King Steve to rule.”

Steve shook his head, a small laugh on his lips.

“I’ll bet you’ll miss me more, Big Boy.” Eddie grinned, that was a lie, he was going to miss Steve with his whole heart, at least he no longer had to walk past him in the halls, or stand beside him every time he went to his locker.

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve shook his head and rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his lips.

“See you round, Stevie.” Eddie smiled, taking a few steps backwards, “Good luck at graduation.”

“Good luck for next year, your gonna fucking need it.” Steve yelled out, and Eddie bounced away.

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Eddie pressed the smashed bottle up against the guy’s neck, too scared to register what was happening or who it was.

“Eddie!” Dustin called out, and Eddie turned his head to look at him, bottle still pressed firmly against the guy’s neck, “It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve.”

Eddie turned his head back to find Steve pressed firmly against the wall, heart beating rapidly, panic on his face. He kept the bottle there, he had no reason to trust Steve. No reason at all. They hadn’t even seen each other (other than when Eddie would stop by the mall and watch Steve sling ice creams and terribly flirt with every girl that stepped food inside) since that last day of senior year.

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Dustin continued, speaking slowly and steadily to try and calm Eddie in his spooked state, “right Steve?”

“Right, yeah.” Steve spoke barely above a whisper, attempting a nod and he looked into Eddie’s eyes, he was scared.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin wasn’t really asking.

Steve looked around, a little annoyed, but he knew he had too or Eddie may have pressed the bottle deeper into his neck. So he did, but Eddie shoved him back, the broken glass digging deeper into his skin. Eddie was nothing but terrified.

“He’s cool!” Dustin almost shouted, “He’s cool.”

“Cool man, I’m cool.” Steve grunted, unable to speak very loud at all.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie didn’t take his eyes off Steve… Why was he here? Of all people. Steve.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin answered, not exactly the response Eddie wanted, but it was enough.

“We’re here to help.” Robin spoke up, and Eddie finally looked away from Steve.

“Eddie.” Dustin sighed, “These are my friends… you know Robin, from band.” Robin imitated playing the trumpet.

“This is Max.” Dustin gestured to the red head, “The one who never wants to play D&D.” She aggressively waived.

“Eddie.” Dustin spoke again, “Were on your side. I swear on my mother!”

Eddie looked back to the bottle at Steve’s neck, a little hesitant to believe them.

“Right guys?” Dustin shouted.

“Yes, yes we swear.” Max nodded.

“Yeah.. o- on, on Dustin’s mother.” Robin agreed.

“Yeah Dustin’s- Dustin’s mother.” Steve nodded.

Eddie looked at Steve, he didn’t trust him one bit. All he ever did was break his heart, bully him and then confuse the fuck out of his feelings. Why should he trust Steve? But he trusted Dustin. He’d trust Dustin with his life. Steve scrunched up his face. Was he really about to be murdered by Eddie Munson? The guy he wasn’t supposed to miss? Eddie watched him, he saw the fear in Steve’s eyes and everything inside him dropped. He let Steve go, stepping away and sliding his back down the wall.

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“Yeah yeah.” Steve opened and closed his hand as if it was a mouth, “Even when it’s staring ya right in the face, you can’t admit it. You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.” He shrugged.

Eddie jumped down from the rock he was perched on, “I concur… you, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.”

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin smiled, pulling Eddie into a hug, which he gladly took, but not without a quick glance over to Steve.

Dustin pulled back from the hug and Eddie looked over to Steve, who was awkwardly standing with his hands on his hips. How, after all this time, did Eddie still want to kiss him so much. Especially given the fucking circumstances.

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“But the Shire… the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.” Eddie stood with a soft smile before making his way over to Dustin, refusing to look Steve’s way.

Steve shook his head, “What is Mordor?” He whispered to no one in particular.

Eddie ran back, his hip brushing against Steve’s hand as he did. A tingle trailed up Eddie’s spine at the contact, this really was not an appropriate time for feelings. And Steve felt his stomach flip.

“Get your stuff dude.” Steve shook his head, the both of them forcing those feelings away.

I cannot be thinking like this right now, he’s wanted for murder, Steve thought to himself. He’d become more aware of his feelings since getting trapped in a secret Russian lab last year… after Robin told him she liked girls. Suddenly, he realised, maybe he liked boys too. This thought was only explored one other time when he saw Eddie hauling bricks, a tank top on, dirt on his arms, tattoos on display, hair tied back into a little bun on his neck, flannel tied around his little waist, helping the town that hated him. The way his movements looked so easy, leaning down, grabbing a brick or a piece of rubble, standing back up, gloved hands tossing it into the container bin beside him, cleaning up the mess that was the burned down mall. But that thought never crossed his mind again, not until yesterday, not until the smell of Eddie was trapped in his nostrils for the rest of the night. What was worse is that he liked the smell, alot, it was familiar, and safe. He’s wanted for murder, he told himself, but it only made him want to cradle Eddie in his arms, stroke his hair, and kiss all his worries away. Fuck, he needed to talk to Robin.

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Steve stood, hair glowing soft in the moonlight. God, he was so fuckin’ pretty, Eddie thought. Why the fuck he was thinking that, right then, when Steve was offering to sacrifice himself, was something Eddie didn’t really know. Steve pulled his jumper off, and fuck, the minuet the fabric slipped over his hips and his midriff was exposed, Eddie was a gonner. He reached for his pack of smokes. Then, the jumper came off the rest of the way, and holy fuck he was hotter than Eddie remebered. He’d really grown into his looks, all broad and manly. He shoved the cigarette between his lips, he didn’t need to deal with a fucking boner right now. And then, just when Eddie thought things couldn’t get worse, Steve threw his jumper at Eddie. He really didn’t know what to do with himself, so he just held onto it… tightly. His dive into the water was elegant, and Eddie lit his cigarette. The wait for Steve to resurface was longer than Eddie liked, he was nervous. He couldn’t deal with another person dying around him… especially not Steve. And then there was a splash, and he was back to the surface. Steve began to tell them about what he found, and Eddie listened closely. He didn’t exactly register what Steve was saying, he was only really listening to the sound of him, and staring at him, all wet. He needed to touch some grass or something. He clutched Steve’s jumper tighter.

And then something pulled at Steve. Everyone froze. Eddie froze. No, not Steve.

Then it stopped. Steve relaxed a little, looking around, a little confused. He looked to Eddie and saw how white his face was, the pure terror in his eyes. He started to smile, to show Eddie he was still there, he wasn’t gonna die too. But the thing pulled him down again, and he was under. Eddie shouted out at the top of his lungs, calling Steve’s name with nothing but fear and he jumped up, lurching forward to grab for him. But he couldn’t. Steve was gone. And Eddie was terrified. He wanted nothing more than to jump in and save him. But he just couldn’t, and he hated himself for it, he hated how weak he was when Steve wouldn’t even hesitate before putting his life on the line for anyone. For Eddie. A lost friend who did nothing but tease him, and call him names, and make him feel like shit on the regular.

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Eddie found himself staring…. Again. He was always staring. And how could he not, Steve was gorgeous… and shirtless… and flirting with Nancy. He clenched his fists. He has no right to get jealous, and yet, he does. He always gets jealous. He thought this whole Wheeler fiasco was long gone, but apparently not. Apparently, Steve was still hooked, and maybe she was too. Either way, Eddie couldn’t stand it. He just witnessed two people die a horrible, gruesme death, he was wanted for said murders, he was in an alternate dimention, just fought off some demon bats, almost fucking died, almost watched Steve die twice, so no… he didn’t need to see Steve shirtless, looking hotter than hell, flirting with Nancy. Not fucking today. He pulled his vest off and chucked it at Steve… maybe he should have given his leather jacket… maybe he still wanted a peak.

“For your modesty, dude.” It landed right in Steve’s face, pushing him back a few steps.

He fuckin deserved that.

Steve sucked at his teeth, nodding slowly before pulling it on.

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“Eddie!” Steve yelled in a hushed tone, taking faster steps to catch up to the metal head as the four walked through the vine infested forest.

Eddie turned back, slowing his steps a bit for Steve to catch up.

“Hey man, uh,” Steve caught up to him, and Eddie looked at him with a hint of desperation, “listen I just, uh, I just wanted to say thanks… for saving my ass back there.”

Eddie couldn’t help but grin, “Shit… you saved your own ass man. I mean that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.”

“Ozzy?” Steve asked, and his voice was a little raspy from just being strangled, Eddie hated himself for being a little turned on by it.

“He took a bite out of that bat.” Eddie smiled, and Steve gave him a confused glance, making Eddie smile as he fell a step behind, “Ozzy Osborne… Black Sabbath… he… he bit a bats head off on-”

“I don’t–” Steve waved his arms.

“Stage– no?”

Steve shook his head, and Eddie caught up to him, “It’s very metal, what you did. That’s all I’m saying.” And incredibly hot.

Steve gave him a confused look, he thought Eddie was back to his stupid fucking teasing, and not the flirty kind, “Thanks.”

Eddie looked at him, a little disappointed in his reaction. He didn’t understand why Steve was being all cold all of a sudden, he pushed himself a little closer,

“Henderson told me you were a badass, he insisted on the matter,” He tried not to come off as too flirtatious, this was not the time, “in fact.”

Steve looked at him, watching him as he spoke, “Wait, Henderson said that?”

“Oh yeah, shit,” Eddie looked back at him, “the kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It’s kind of annoying, to be honest.” Only because the way Dustin spoke about him, only made Eddie fall harder.

Steve laughed a little, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile. He loved Steve’s laugh.

“Yeah,” He continued, “I don’t even know why I care what that little… shrimp thinks, but ah… guess I got a little jealous, Steve.”

Steve smirked to himself. After all this time, he thought he was the only one.

Eddie swallowed, taking a breath, “I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steeeeeve Harrington was actually…” He took another breath, looking over to Steve, body riddled with nerves, “a good dude.”

Steve hung his head low. He was nothing but sorry for the way he treated Eddie, he hated himself for it, and he didn’t know why he let it happen. But now, there was no better time to fix it. To rebuild his relationship with Eddie. Because there was nothing he missed more than when Eddie would make him smile… and there was nothing he missed more than watching Eddie from across the hall as he dug through his locker, watching him, staring at him and his terrible haircut, his eyes occasionally dropping down to his ass.

“Rich parents, popular, chicks love him… not a douche?” Eddie shook his head, “No way man, no way. That, like, flies in the face of all laws in the universe, and my own personal Munson doctrine…”

He looked over at Steve, who looked away, a grin on his face. Eddie felt a little awkward, but he wanted Steve to respond, to give him some type of reaction. Something! He leaned in closer, definitely overstepping a boundary, but that’s something Eddie did on the regular,

“Still super jealous as hell, by the way.”

Steve laughed and tried to shove him away a little, “Okay.”

And Eddie smiled, a good reaction. The reaction he needed. But he still wouldn’t let his feelings show, not today, not ever. Never, ever, never.

He laughed, “Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, ah… normal circumstances.”

There was a crack, a sort of howl of the wind, stopping them in their tracks for a moment. They looked around, before continuing on.

“Nope.” Eddie talked to calm his nerves, “Outside of D&D, I am nooot a hero. I see danger and I just… turn heel and run. Or, at least that’s what I’ve learnt about myself this week-”

“Give yourself a break, man.” Steve gently slapped him across the chess, an action so simple, yet it made Eddie’s heart beat out of his chest.

This was not okay.

“The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Wheeler right there? She didn’t waste a second… Not one second. She just dove right in.” Eddie turned to face Steve, both of them coming to a stop, Eddie invading his personal bubble once again, but Steve didn’t mind it as much this time.

Eddie spoke softly, he didn’t want to know what happened between them, and he wanted nothing to happen again. But now isn’t the time to be selfish. Now was the time to be honest. Honest in an unselfish way. But Eddie didn’t notice Steve blatantly staring at his lips.

Eddie pointed to the girls, “But if I were you,” and this part pained him the most to say, and he still didn’t notice when Steve hungrily licked is lips, still staring at Eddies, he was too focused trying to be unselfish, “I would get her back. ‘Cause that, that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

Steve looked up at Eddie’s eyes again, pursing his lips, he looked over to Nancy, a small sigh escaping his lungs. Yes, part of him Still loved Nancy. How could he not? She was his first love. But now, now he didn’t want Nancy. He wanted Eddie. Robin had told him she was sure as shit Eddie wanted him too, but maybe she was wrong. She was definitely wrong. Why would he be telling Steve to try and get Nancy back if he wanted Steve himself? He looked back at Eddie, nodding softly. Now wasn’t the time for either of them to worry about their feelings, now was the time to survive. Even if they have wanted each other for years and years.

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They all marched out of the other version of Eddie’s trailer, one by one they bounced down the steps in silence, moving fast, each determined to complete this plan to perfection. Dustin and Eddie stepped down together, their role in this battle was to stick together, and they were glad. They wanted to stick together, to stay far enough away from the danger yet, be right in the middle of it. And… Eddie was a little excited. He was about to fucking shred his most prised possesion, in a fucking alternate dimention to one of the coolest songs he’d ever fucking heard. He spent the entirety of March just practising, over and over and over again until he got it perfect. And now he was ready to play it for his biggest fan yet. Nothing but nerves and excitement. Steve however, was terrified. He had no clue whether this plan was gonna work or not. He had no idea if he was even gonna make it out alive… if any of them were gonna make it out alive. Steve had the sudden urge to stay by Eddie’s and Dustin’s side, to protect them. He always protected Dustin, and he knew Eddie needed protecting too… he wanted to keep him safe. But, he knew their roles, and he knew it would fuck everything up to change it now. But he turned around anyway.

“Hey, guys, listen.” He started, catching Eddie and Dustin off guard, “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all,” He pressed, sternly looking between the nerds, “you abort. Okay? Draw the attention off the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute… or, be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just–”

“Decoys.” Dustin pressed.

And Eddie kept his eyes on Steve, he could see the fear in his eyes, the tremble of his lip. He wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. What a stupid fucking thought. Steve looked to the ground, he felt like crying, but he knew there was no time for that. He looked back up at Eddie.

“Don’t worry,” Dustin pressed, “You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Eddie added on, a smile on his face, “I mean, look at us. We are noooot heroes.” He looked back to Steve, huffing a little laugh of reassurance.

Steve smiled softly and nodded. He trusted Eddie, he realised. He trusted him to take the safe option, and to protect Dustin. He wanted to tell him that, and so much more. But, as he’s told himself about one hundred times before, there’s no time for that. He nodded, and turned away, walking back to the girls. The three started their march towards the Creel house, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Again with the fucking staring. Dustin carefully watched, he didn’t press Eddie to move, he knew something was up. He could tell he wanted to say something, and he was happy to wait… to let him say it. But Eddie didn’t say anything, he just stared, tears prickling in his eyes as he watched the guy he loved walk towards almost certain death. Steve felt his gaze and stopped, turning around to look at him, a longing look in his own eyes. Eddie’s lip trembled and a tear slipped down his cheek. He scrunched his face up, trying to hide his emotions away, trying to hide his real feelings from Steve. But Steve noticed. A tear slipped from his own eye. He really didn’t want to leave him now. Dustin watched the scene slowly unfold before him, he was nothing short of confused, and he took a few steps back to assess it properly, neither of the guys noticed, the girls oblivious to the whole thing, talking and walking ahead. Eddie took a deep breath in, he longed to say something, something sincere. To make him promise to come back, maybe even that after all this time, Steve was the one he loved. But he didn’t have the strength for brutal honesty like that, so he opted to hide it under a running joke.

“I’ll m–” Miss you, Big Boy, is what he wanted to say, but Steve didn’t let him.

“Don’t.” He shook his head, marching back over to Eddie, “Save it. Tell me you missed me when we’re safe, and out of here.”

Eddie went to speak, but before he could, Steve had his hand in Eddie’s hair and was kissing him. Everything froze, everything stopped, everything fell silent. Steve was kissing him. He sunk into it, dropped his battle gear and lifted his hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and pull him in closer. He was kissing Steve. They pulled away, only for the sake of getting air. Their foreheads pressed together, and Eddie stroked his thumbs under Steve’s eyes, Steve tightened his grip on Eddie’s hair before releasing it and stroking it softly. Eddie cried some more, and Steve did too. They both stayed there for a moment, not saying anything. The world around them was silent, the loud bangs of thunder that once echoed through the upside down now were nothing more than a distant memory to them, all they could feel was each other, the warmth of the others breath, their scents (which still smelt good despite the thick layer of dirt and sweat each were sporting), the taste of each other. Steve knew they couldn’t stay there long, but he wanted to stay there forever. He moved his hand up to the back of Eddie’s head, holding him tightly. Eddie continued to wipe his now wet thumbs across the high of Steve’s cheek, his fingers digging deeper into the sides of his face. A thumb trailed down and softly swept over Steve’s soft lips, pulling at the bottom one softly. Eddie smiled, a little huff of air pushed through his nose, an attempt at a laugh. He bit his own lip, looking at Steve’s. He scrunched his face up, squinting his eyes, he didn’t want to let Steve leave. He couldn’t bring himself to let go. He pulled at Steve’s face, bringing their lips back together for another deep kiss, longing, wanting, passionate, tears dripping down into it. Eddie’s hands crawled around to the back of Steve’s head, holding him there. Steve’s hand wrapped around Eddie’s waist, still holding the axe he had, and their bodies were pressed so close you couldn’t even slide a quarter between them. This was only their first- well, second- kiss, but they both knew it could be their last. They pulled back, their bodies no longer so close, their lips apart, tears in their eyes. Steve pressed one last quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before walking away.

“Stevie,” Eddie called, catching everyone’s attention, they all turned to look at him.

Eddie wanted to say, I love you. But Steve begged him with his eyes not too. Not because he didn’t want anyone to know, not because he didn’t love him back… because he did. He wanted everyone to know that he loved Eddie with his whole heart. But right now, he couldn’t handle the whisper of those three words. He knew it would tear him apart, and everything would go to shit because then… if it was said… he wouldn’t be able to leave Eddie’s side.

“Make him pay.” Eddie finally said, darting his eyes away.

Steve nodded and rushed off, chasing towards the two, very confused girls, refusing to let himself look back. Eddie watched him walk away, again, I’ll miss you.

“Dude.” Dustin called from behind him, a shocked expression on his face.

Eddie turned around, “What?” He grunted, expecting some homophobic comment, to get the third degree like everyone else in this town gave him.

“That’s my Steve.” He shouted.

“And?” Eddie pressed, tears prickling in his eyes, he didn’t want Dustin to hate him now too.

“That’s my Steve!” He shouted again, “That’s gross!”

Eddie turned around, picking up his weaponry again, choosing to ignore the comments. He could deal with that later, now… now he needed to distract the bats to make sure Steve could get out safe and unharmed.

“That’s like…” Dustin continued, and Eddie shook his head, “That’s like seeing your parents makeout!”

Eddie stopped in his tracks, “What?”

“Ew!” Dustin continued, “This is totally my fault, isn’t it?” Dustin clamped his hands to his cheeks, pulling them down, “I made Steve sound so awesome to you that you totally fell in love with him, and vice versa! Please, never be smushy and lovey and kissy in front of me again, I will definitely gag.”

Eddie was a little confused with his reaction, “So…” He started, “So are you okay with the fact that Steves a guy… and that… that I’m a guy?”

Dustin furrowed his eyebrows, “Dude, I knew you were gay if that’s what your asking.” Dustin shook his head, taking a step forward, “You have a picture of Slash, shirtless pinned in your locker.”

Eddie bit his lip, a little embarrassed. Two people figured it out because he just can’t help but stare at pictures of shirtless men.

“Sorry if I scared you for a second.” Dustin smiled, “I thought you being into dudes was like, common knowledge or something. I thought you knew I was cool with it.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Dustin tightly, “Thank you. And I’m totally gonna kiss Steve in front of you now, if he lets me, because I know it will piss you off.”

“Mother fucker.” Dustin shook his head, and they got to work.

They both wanted to protect Steve as much as they could. And it was Eddie’s top priority to protect Dustin… and Steve. So that’s just what he did.

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“I missed you.” Steve smiled sweetly, taking a few steps forward and sitting down on the ground.

He took a heavy breath, pulling his knees up to his chest, Eddie’s battle vest that was thrown at him in the Upside Down was tightly held in his hand. He lifted his fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly before pressing them on the gravestone in front of him, tears prickling in his eyes.

“I miss you so much.” He whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks now.

He clutched his chest, the aching pain in his heart hurt too much, and he could barely breathe, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you, Eddie. I’ve always loved you, I just didn’t know it. Please come back. Please!” He pleaded, laying down on the grass.

He pushed Eddie’s vest under his head, creating a makeshift pillow, curling himself up on it. He pressed a hand on the stone behind his head, keeping it there. It hurt so much. His body wasn’t even buried in the ground, they had no time to move it. Steve tried to, he really did. He grabbed him, crying, screaming, his hands covered in Eddie’s blood, lifeless eyes staring up at him. But the portal was opening, and Nancy and Robin managed to pull him back right before the ground ripped open right where Eddie was laying, his body lost to the rip between worlds. His body lost to Steve forever. All he had was an empty grave and a dirty old battle vest that only smelt like Steve now, all traces of Eddie drifted away. Robin sat by his side, stroking his back, tears of her own quietly falling down her cheeks as he cried out. There was nothing she could do to help her best friend. All she could do was let him cry, to let him scream, and to hold him and tell him it will get better. But she didn’t actually believe her own words. She knew Steve would hang on to the pain forever. He’d been through so much already, and this was his breaking point. He was ready to give all of himself to Eddie, to give him all his love, and he knew Eddie was ready to do the same. But now he was gone, and everything was dark. And now, he really did miss him.

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technowoah · 3 years

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Wait imagine a fic where Jack and the reader are long distance or something and when Tubbo and Tommy are doing the man hunt irl the reader surprises Jack.

That would be cute I think 🤔

Just One Livestream

You surprise Jack with a spontaneous visit to the UK, little did you know that they were livestreaming.

- Jack Manifold x gen neutral!reader

- Anon Requested!

⚠︎ swearing, fluff!, not proofread

an// I hope yall enjoy! Much love! And sorry it came out so late I have no inspiration rn but imma get it done! Also I used the difference of American hours to London hours so sorry of

Navigation!

"Love, why are you up early?" Jack asked through the phone.

You two were facetiming eachother as he propped his phone up on his dashboard while he started to drive. It was around 1 am for you and 6 am for Jack. Sadly you two were in a long distance relationship. You had met Jack when you were on a college trip to London to study abroad for 3 weeks. You were sad that you had to leave your home country, but this was a opportunity you couldn't oppose.

During this trip you had found a cafe that you would go to often. The first time you sat at the cafe alone you always noticed it was only you and this other man in the cafe. He was always on his computer and sat by a window, he always came early too, even earlier than you. As the days went on you continued to see him around more and he seemed to notice you as well. You made a note to yourself to always try and show up a tad bit earlier to the cafe to stay around the same time as he did.

You two got to know eachother throughout the three weeks you had to stay in London. The small nods became hellos, and the hellos turned into full on conversation by the window. He had told you his name was Jack Manifold and was kind of surprised when you didn't immediately know who he was. To him it was refreshing not to be immediately noticed based on his appearance. You both had exchanged numbers one day and after each morning you two would text non stop even during your classes. Luckily trying to get to know Jack changed your sleep schedule and because of that you always made it to class on time.

Jack was such an amazing guy to you, but during the first week you had developed a small crush on the man, and he had developed a crush on you too. The second week you two had ventured out onto different territory than the cafe. Jack started to call those small outings after class, dates and you weren't opposed to the dates at all you loved them. The second and third week were mostly dates and the night before you left he asked to be your boyfriend and of course you accepted not knowing the pain of a long distance relationship.

You had to answer his question on why you were up so early. "Yeah- Um, Im up because of you." You chuckled. "You changed my sleep schedule ever since I met you."

"Well you're welcome, because before me I heard you were missing classes." Jack payed attention to the road but still talked to you.

"Because I told you! And I am grateful, but there is nothing to do at one am here." You sighed while you started to walk around your room as you lied to him.

Jack was talking to you while you did a clean sweep around your house to check if you had everything for your trip.

Two weeks ago you had decided to pack your bags and take a trip back to London. Right now your flight will be leaving early in the morning and that's why you are up so early.

You wanted to surprise Jack instead of straight up telling him that you will be in the country. You missed him dearly, and this will be a great way to spend time together instead of seeing eachother across a screen. One of you had to make that sacrafice and that would be you.

While Jack continued to talk you checked everywhere to make sure you arent leaving anything behind.

"What are you doing, darling?" Jack asked and that snapped you out of your trance. "Are you even listening to me? Im hurt." Jack faked being hurt.

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Im sorry I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, when you were ignoring me, that I'm going to the cafe right now and that we should plan a trip soon. I miss you." Jack confessed and you awed.

"I miss you too Jack! I hopw we can see each other soon." You tried to contain your smile as you hid your surprise.

"Me too."

Your plane finally landed as you let out a sigh of relief. You had collected all of your shit fast so you could finally get off of that horrible plane. Every stereotypical airplane scene happened to you in the hours you were on that plane. You had a child crying behind you with a mother who couldn't keep that child calm, you were sat next to a man who snored the whole ride here and you just felt cramped.

Sadly you couldn't return any of Jack's messages or calls that you saw when you were in the airplane terminal. You tried calling him twice but they both went to voicemail while you rolled your bag through the huge building. Finding yourself outside you ordered an Uber and once you did that your phone began to ring showing Jack's name and picture of you two together on the screen.

You quickly answered the phone. "Hey!"

"Hi!" Jack chuckled. "I called like, 17 times!"

"I know! Im sorry. I was busy." You weren't lying getting a plane and basically leaving early in the morning and arriving in the afternoon in London. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I am hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo at the park! Im picking them up now!" Jack responded and you heard him close his car door.

"Which park?" You asked quickly as you saw your Uber arrive.

Jack started to laugh. "Uh I'll text you the park I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"No reason! I just want to make sure you are safe. Dont make me call 999." You tried to joke around and take the attention off of your question.

"I cant believe you still remember 999." Jack laughed.

"I still do!" You said as you got inside your Uber and gave the driver the directions to your hotel forgetting that Jack was on the other line.

"Wait hotel?" Jack questioned through the phone.

"Hotel? What are you talking about?" You acted oblivious.

"I- I thought you were talking about a hotel." Jack hesitated.

"No!" You tried to cover up your mistake.

"Well Im going to pick up Tommy soon. I'll talk to you later okay? Answer my calls this time!" Jack chuckled.

"I definitely will!"

You had recived the name of the park you were surprising Jack at. You began to walk around the parking lot after you got dropped off and noticed his car sitting there. There were tons of people at the park today and you didn't know where he would be. As you walked on the dirt trails of the park your thoughts took over, what if you made a mistake and should've told Jack that you were here in London and wanted to meet up at the cafe?

You looked at people as they passed by you ok the trail wishing that you had that energy that you had before, thinking that you would find Jack easily when in reality you were in a busy part of the park and he could be anywhere.

When you thought all hope was lost you heard some loud voices on the trail to your right. You were already walking aimlessly through the park and your first instinct was to go left and walk away from the loud voices, but then you heard something.

"Tommy this was a bad idea!"

"I dont think it was!"

You stood in the "intersection" of the dirt trails thinking that you heard those voices right. You rounded the corner and followed right to see Tommy and Jack doubled over, out of breath while Tubbo was still standing up breathing heavily. There were far away from you, but not far away that you couldn't see them clearly.

You began to call out to them. "Tommy! Jack! Tub-"

They quickly turned around and took off running. Confused on why they were doing that you took off running after them trying to tell them to stop. They were yelling and you were yelling and getting weird glances from stangers, and you dont blame them. You're chasing after your boyfriend and his two friends in a quiet public park. You continued to hear their groans of tiredness and their speed started to slow down.

"Jack! Tommy! Wait up!" You yelled out of breath as you slowed down as well.

"We give up! We give up!" Tubbo yelled and came to a complete stop while trying to catch his breath. He turned around to finally face you. "Y/N?!"

"Wait what?!"

"You're here?!" Jack ran up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, rocking you two back and forth.

"I am! And Im our of breath thanks to you three." You said while still hugging Jack.

"M'sorry I thought you were a fan and I took off and they followed suit I guess." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"A fan?" You questioned and Tommy and Tubbo lifted their phones up gesturing that they were recording.

"We're doing manhunt in real life, darling." Jack kissed your temple and wrapped his arn around your waist, holding you tight.

"Next time look before you run okay." You smiled still out of breath while kissing Jack's cheek.

"Enough with the PDA!" Tubbo yelled still recording you two.

"We havent even started!" Jack yelled back giving you a huge hug. Jack closed the distance between you two and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while the two boys groaned in disgust.

"I think that's enough streaming for today boys." Tommy sighed.

"Sorry again, love. That won't happen again."

You and Jack walked hand in hand down the streets of London. People had to walk around you two because you were basically taking up the whole sidewalk and you weren't letting go of his hand anytime soon.

"It better not! I dont want to run after you again." You smiled as you bumped shoulders.

"And you wont have to!" He smiled back at you as you two continued to walk and people dodged the two of you.

"Have you ever thought of moving here?" Jack asked out of nowhere.

"I have actually! On the plane ride here I thought of leaving and moving to London." You thought about it constantly. It was nice being close to Jack and it was a major risk.

"Well wherever you're ready, I'll be here for you." Jack kissed your cheek. "And I wont run away when you come here!"

You two finally made it to your destination which was the cafe you two met at. It was busy at this time because it was the middle of the day and not the beginning. You two entered and took your seats by the window where you two usually sat.

"I love you. I missed this." Jack said.

"I love you too! And of course I missed this. Maybe you can show me more places around London and convince me to stay longer." You gave him a proposal.

"Longer than what?" Jack asked.

"Four weeks." You grinned.

Jack grabbed both of your hands and kissed the back of them. "Hell yeah. I get you for more than four weeks?!"

"That's if you show me places to stay longer." You teased.

"Okay babe. You like ferris wheels?"

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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The Empress pt.IX

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, mentions of death.

(So, sorry this is so short)

After talking with Phil you both decided it would be best to return to the party. Although you weren't looking forward to seeing the lingering looks and stares, you were looking forward to dancing with Techno. Now that you've had a moment to ease your senses, you were able to push away the others and focus on your lover.

When Techno saw you walk in with Phil, his lips turned into a smile. He offered his arm back to you, of course you took it without hesitation. Phil was happy to see you two having fun together, a lot of the things techno did with you, was what Phil did with his wife. So seeing you two was almost a blast from the past.

"Feeling better?" He asked softly. His arm rested on your forearm. Wanting to clarify that you were ok. You gave him a nod and smiled.

"Much better." He gave a reassuring nod and turned to the crowd again. You noticed the lingering eyes had fallen back to you. As much as you wanted to say the two of you looked like a casual couple. Techno was dressed beautifully in his traditional military uniform, truly looking regal and official. Like Sarah, she was also in her traditional uniform as well. Although looking around, most of the attendees were in uniform. This is what Sarah must have meant when she said that most of her friends were within her ranks. Even as Sarah's Maid of Honor, you were dressed very nicely. Purples and reds adorned the dress. Techno's favorite colors. You didn't know it, but Techno had specifically requested that you were dressed as regal as possible. Since this was the first time the public, and court would see you, he wanted to make a lasting impression with you. He knew you weren't the most ladylike, but for what your manners lacked, your personality made up for. You were kind and always willing to correct yourself. He only hoped that the court would see this as well.

After a while Techno and you had found a comfortable seat to eat a little late dinner. Of course the meal last long as the time came for the brides to have their dance with the fathers. On Sarah's behalf this meant a dance with Techno. You had no problem offering him up to her of course. You knew she had no intention of stealing Techno or anything of the sorts. when they made their way to the ball room floor, the two contrasted greatly. Technoblade was dressed in darks well Seraphina was in whites, It was beautiful to say the least, but then again most things within this palace was.

Well Techno and Sarah danced, you felt little hands tug at the hem of your dress. Tommy. You looked down at the little boy. Like his brother's he was dressed just as nice. You couldn't help smiling wide, taking him into your arms. When you rested him on your knee he quickly became interested with the items on the table. Of course you didn't mind though. You even offered him the roll from your plate, knowing they were his favorite. When you looked up, you saw Philza give you a gentle nod, and a smile. Acknowledging Tommy was with you.

Well you watched your lover dance with the bride, a middle-aged man had approached you and Tommy. He was dressed well, but not in uniform. He looked loosely bemused as he offered you a drink. You gave a shy smile but politely declined. "You don't drink?" He inquired. His eyebrow lifting in question. He didn't look kind, but he also didn't look mean.

"Not particularly, I'm sorry" you said softly. Pulling Tommy closer to you subconsciously. You were unsure of the man as he took Technoblade's chair ever so casually.

"Oh your alright, give it time. You'll take up drinking" he said too casually, leaning into the chair. You blinked a bit, taken back by his words.

"I... I beg your pardon?" You asked, wanting to clarify what you herd. He looked at you and raised a semi bushy brow.

"You'll take up drinking. As long as your with that man there" He pointed to Techno "I bet you'll become an alcoholic even." His eyebrow quirked as a devious smirk formed. His eyes were lingering Technoblade, who unbeknownst to you, had a not so happy look when seeing you and the man. "Or I bet you'll mysteriously go missing, or die" your eyes glanced about, now looking for a familiar face. The longer this man was with you, the more uncomfortable you grew with his presence.

"I.. I’m doubtful that will happen.. Technoblade is a kind man to me..." you said carefully, your eyes flickering to the man well you held Tommy close. Protective of him from the rather rude man In front of you.

The mans eyes lingered to Tommy and back to you. "We'll see..." he dropped that conversation for a new one. "Where are my manners, my name is Leon Schmidt." He held his hand out for you. Adjusting Tommy you offered your hand and shook his. To your surprise your hand was stronger than his. His hands were not worn and worked with trade, but instead soft, and made for pens and books. With this small note you felt a slight surge of confidence.

"Nice to meet you... I'm (y/n)-" he cut you off quickly.

You felt a warm hand rest on your shoulder. The hardened tone of the person ran through. Technoblade. "Schmidt." You could see Leon's Adams apple bob slightly as techno addressed him. "I see you have met (y/n)" Techno's tone wasn't kind, rather harsh to be frank.

"Oh I know who you are. Your very popular among us court members." He said taking his hand back, almost looking as if he wiped it. He took his drink in his hand and took the one he brought you. "As a sign of friendship and with the hopes the Emperor takes care of you. Lets drink to your health." He offered the drink again. You took it but you were hesitant. You didn't want to drink, but what would happen if you declined? He held his glass out for a toast. You glanced your glass to his and slowly toasted. You looked down to the glass and thought back. You didn't want to disappoint Techno, and have the court pressure him about you. The liquid was rolling with pearlescent Yellow's, orange's and red's. With a glance to Techno you carefully took a sip. Setting it aside after. Having no desire to drink more. You felt the liquid drop down your throat, a slow buildup of warmth filling your body.

Alcohol.

"That I have... How long until this one ends up bored, or dead, Blood God?" You glanced up to Techno and saw his Jaw lock.

"For your information, Leon... I intend to marry (y/n)..." his hand held firm but kind on your shoulder. Acting almost like a protector of Tommy and you. Your face went red, your heart beating much faster. He Intended to marry you? Well Tommy played with the beads of your dress, your mind raced at the idea of you and him being a official couple. Would you have a wedding like this? Would he actually want that?

"Marriage? With her?" The man chocked out a loud laugh. This left Techno seething. However, Techno's attention was drawn from Leon's boisterous laugh to you instead. You weren't acting normal. With your hand subconsciously your throat you loosely rubbed. Your breathing began to turn ragged and strained slowly. With a slight blue tinge to your lips Technoblade knew something was horribly wrong.

"What did you put in her drink." At his his tone was nothing but sharp and demanding. Harshly taking your glass to smell it. With nothing sticking out to the hybrids senses, he set the glass down.

Well Leon's laughs died down, he no longer found amusement at Techno's cruel tone. Techno took Tommy off your lap, taking your hand in his. The clammy feeling of your hands and your rapid heart rate was enough to tell him the problem.

Your body was going into shock.

When you came around the sun was already up. You were in your own bed well Tommy was curled up beside you, peacefully asleep with his teddy bear in arms. You let your head roll as your eyes scanned the room, falling to Technoblade in the end. His back was to you well he faced out the window, you could tell he was deep in thought. He was no longer in his formal attire. Instead he was in casual wear, his hair was in a messy bun, showing whatever he was doing demanded his full attention.

"Te..chno?.." your voice was ragged but he clearly herd it, turning to face you his eyes softened fast.

"(y/n)..." he quickly walked over and sat beside you on the bed. His hand moved your hair back before he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, happy to see you awake once more. "How do you feel?" His eyes were worried, but gentle.

"I... think ok?" You asked uncertain. Your body felt tired, but also well rested. You were looking up at him, your eyes dancing between his for how he felt.

"Do you remember what happened?" His tone was soft and gentle. Rather if that was because of Tommy asleep by you, or because you had gave him a scare, you wouldn't know.

"I remember... a man, Tommy, and you... then my throat felt weird..." he nodded slowly and cupped your cheek gently.

"You had a Reaction to your drink... Did you know you are allergic to Blaze powder?..." you nodded slowly. When you lived within your village, your mother found out about the allergy when she gave you a strength potion. Well she intended it to be helpful, instead it was harmful. He tossed a few thoughts around within his head before nodding. "That drink you had with Leon yesterday had Blaze Powder... Your body went into shock love..."

You thought back about last night and realized. the pearlescent. Then it hit you. The wedding. Your heart sank slowly, you still had wanted a dance with Techno before the night ended. "Wha... I... I'm sorry..." You said slowly, trying to sit up. He shook his head and rested his forehead on yours, easing you back down.

"You have nothing to be sorry for... Were just reassured your ok..." you nodded, with a little lingering silence you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. He didn't hesitate to wrap his own arms around you. Keeping you close to his body.

"We didn't even get to dance together..." your voice was soft and saddened, almost like a child that was scolded. You slowly buried your head into his neck for comfort

"Is that what you wanted?..." you nodded slowly. Taking in his lingering cologne from the night before. He slowly pulled away and moved you. Scooping you up into his arm like you were a bride. You were unsure at first, but wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head resting on his chest. With a slow rocking motion he started to sway with you in his arms. Although you couldn't have a dance with him at the wedding, you actually preferred this. You felt safe and at ease within his arms. "You know I love you..." his voice was soft. Loving. He meant what he was saying.

"I love you too Techno... With all of my heart..." as if those few words meant the world, techno shed a silent tear. You gave him a serious scare last night. He was glad you couldn't remember past your throat hurting either. He knew the things he said to Leon would have stuck with you a bit. Resting his head on yours, he swore from this day on, he would never let something like that happen again.

It didn't take long for Sarah and Leon to come back around to the forge. Sarah came first of course. Techno had advised you keep easy on yourself for the day, so that's what you planned. Well you were at your work bench tending to the jewels of Phil's sword, she had wondered in. Mostly she was just worried about your health and whether you were ok. Curiously she inquired if your throat was doing better, and what had caused the reaction. The last she saw of you was when you were in techno's arms, being carried out well you struggled to breathe. Of course you reassured her that you were now fine and just taking the day easy. with a hesitant nod she parted from the forge, seeking her men out for a final training before the Honeymoon.

When Leon came in that was a different story, unlike the night before he was quiet. His sharp features were now accompanied by a bruise on his cheek. You couldn't recall if he had that yesterday, so you quietly pushed the thought aside. With him in the room it was awkward, although he did try and strike a conversation.

“Is your throat doing better?” You hummed, nodding. keeping to yourself to your bench, not wanting to be any closer to him then you had to be. You chewed your lip. your eyes glancing to his cheek. His eyes much have picked up on it because he had another remark to fallow. “You best watch yourself around that Blood God, girl.” You furrowed your brow at his words. You herd him mention that name last night when he was talking about Techno, but you paid it no mind.

“Blood God?” you asked quietly, almost uncertain.

“Yeah your Lover boy or whatever.” He said scornfully. Technoblade a ‘Blood God’? Whatever he was talking about didn't make sense. Leon must have knew because he have a rouged chuckle. “Ask him about that name. Ask him why his sword hangs heavy with Blood. Just wait. You think he’s all sunshine and shit now- But you wait girl, you wait until you piss him off, and he’s two steps away from snapping your neck-” his little rant didn't last long as he was cut off. Technoblade who towered at the door, stood tall and proud as his face was locked into disgust. His voice dripping with venom for the man.

“I hope your not talking about me, Schmidt.”

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stony4eva · 3 years

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Baby shower and Tony's insecurities

"Tony, hurry up, please! We still need to pick up Bucky, Sam and Peter..." Steve said approaching their bedroom.

"Peter texted me, said he will go with Harley after school." Tony said looking at mirror fixing his hair. Then he frowned when he noticed more of his hair is getting grey.

"What's wrong honey?" Steve said hugging his husband from behind.

"Don't you see it? I'm old..." Tony said grabbing some of his grey hair.

"What should I say then?" Steve said trying to make him laugh "I'm twice your age..."

"Take away 66 years in ice - you are only 37 and I'm 51. And I made Vision, he is practically my son. That makes me grandpa now, Steve..." Tony seemed desperate. "What will be in 20 years when I'm-"

"Hey," Steve stopped his husband's talk "I loved you since the day I met you, your self-confidence, self-belief, optimism... Where is that Tony? I still love you and will love you till the day I die. Don't let your good personality go away. I want confident Tony Stark that I married. Yes, that Tony will have grey hair and will old together with me, which is absolutely normal. And I'll love him more and more with every single day. I fell for your pride, for you being stubborn and sexy. The fact that you had reputation of playboy and you still waited six months after we started dating 'til I did the first move means huge to me. You think that I don't know what's public image of us? They call you my sugar daddy, and yeah, I found out what that means on the internet and you are definitely not that to me. Yeah, I knew which amount of money you had before I married you and what your reputation in science world is. Of course I didn't married you for your money, but would you have it if you were not smart enough to make it. Yeah Tony, you are the smartest person I know and please don't ever, ever think bad about yourself. Okay?" Steve said cupping his cheeks and searched for his gaze making sure that Tony understood every single word. Tony nodded looking back.

"See this ring here, that's symbol of our love. It does not have end, it's infinite, Tony, like our love. Forever. In eternity." Steve gave soft kiss on his husband's forehead, then nose, then lips.

"God, I love you Steve."

"You in the mood for a quickie?" Steve whispered.

"Fuck yes!" Tony answered excitedly as Steve pushed him against the wall.

***

"Sir, you have a call from Mr. Barnes. Also, Mr. Rogers has two missed calls from him." FRIDAY announced.

"Damn." They say in the same time and started dressing again.

"Hey Bucky, we're on the way. Traffic, you know..."

"You were supposed to be here half an hour ago..."

"Give me 5 minutes." Tony said and ended the call.

***

"This is Tommy and this is Billy." Wanda said presenting the boys.

"They are adorable, Wanda. This one has your eyes." Natasha said above her shoulder and Wanda smiled. All the other Avengers looking with adoration.

"Come to your uncle, Billy." Pietro carefully took one of the twins from his sister's arms.

Vision approached to Steve and Tony with younger boy in his arms.

"Tony, would you like to hold him?"

Tony stood speechless, looking at Steve, then at Vision, not sure of what he should say.

"I... I never did... he's so tiny, what if I hurt him?" Tony said with insecurity in his voice.

"You won't, just be careful. And gentle." Steve reassured him and Tony slowly took baby boy in his arms, tears of joy almost falling from his eyes.

"I'm gonna teach them everything and build bots with them. And I'll make them happiest kids ever." Tony whispered to himself but loud enough for Steve to hear.

"You would be amazing dad." Steve whispered.

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Hey lovie, so Idk if you take requests but based on the other fic I read about Harrison having a baby sister and the boys talking behind her back can you write something about reader keeping her boyfriend a secret from the boys and she’s out with some friends and Harry sees the friends insta story and seeing reader in the corner on a boys lap and they Drive as fast a possible to the location to get haz babysister and being all protective around her like „what do you do on a random boys lap?“ and she’s like „uh, he’s my boyfriend.“

combing this with another request, hope u don’t mind :)

Hey! I've just read circles before selves and I loved it so much!! 😔 if you feel like it fits, could you write a part 2 where one of the boys has feelings for yn and really missed her during that time? Really angst? Thanks, bby! ❤❤

wc: 1.7 k

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Through the week you’d ghosted the four of them, Tom had probably been affected the most. Being your brother’s best friend, he was very much intertwined with your life, which meant he was just as dependent on you as he was on Harrison.

The night after their apology in your apartment, Tom had come over with more take out and one of his hoodies on his arm.

“Hey… Tom?” You were surprised by his presence, standing in the doorway of the front entrance, Tom on your patio. “What’s up?”

“Can I- uh… Can I talk to you?” “Sure…” You’re still confused, but nevertheless, open the door wider for him.

Tom has always been your protector in a different way than Harrison’s ‘older-brother protective mode.’ He’s genuinely cared about your well-being, and tended to keep you out of the public’s eyes despite you not being a celebrity. He was there when you needed a ride home in the rain, and he was there when your ex-boyfriend had cheated on you with your best friend. He was there, angrily, supportively, encouragingly. Sure, he gave you butterflies, but you as another rule of the circle goes, siblings are off limits. Nobody had ever broken the rule, and you suspected Tom wasn’t here to break it either, so you dropped the thoughts from your mind, attention resorting back to the brunette in front of you.

“What’s happening?” You’re awkwardly sitting on the couch beside him until the tension fades away into nothingness. It’s never like this between the two of you, but you’re picking apart the context, pointing out in your head his demeanor — and why this time feels different.

“I, erhm,” He clears his throat. “I really missed you those past two weeks.”

“Aww,” You jutt a lip out, assuming that’s all he’s here for. Restoring those lost cuddles, huh? “I really missed you, too.” “That’s… not exactly what I mean.”

“Okay…” You lean back a bit in defeat. “What do you mean, then?”

“I mean… I’ve had feelings for you for a while.” He’s blushing profusely, scratching the back of his neck out of nervousness. Your eyes widen and he’s quick to continue, not wanting to shock you too much. “And- And I know it’s so fucking cliche — your brother’s best friend likes you — and I know that we have that stupid rule about not going out with your best friend’s siblings but I just… I don’t want to go away on- on… business or something and come back and you’re somebody else’s girl.”

You can’t help but let a grin take over your face. You can feel yourself heating up, hands coming to block your face from his view, trying to save your dignity and keep the embarrassment to a minimum despite him spilling his heart out right in front of you.

“Do… do you feel the same way?” You bite your lip before picking your head up. He’s so innocent — so sweet and so gentle and tender and pure with his words — and the glint of hope in his eyes could make your heart burst. It doesn’t, but instead flutters faster, wings flapping as it prepares to take flight. You’re afraid of where it’s going, but you decide to let it fly right in the hands of the boy standing in front of you.

“I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.” You confess it sheepishly. Tom’s quick to grow redder, ears turning a scarlet shade.

“The- the same way?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out a laugh. “I have feelings for you, too.” “That’s…” He trails off with a smile before remembering the hoodie he has in his hands. “Do you, uh- do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He holds the article of clothing out as an offer, widening your grin as you stand with a nod. “Yeah,” You take the hoodie from him, slipping it on smoothly. His smirk grows at the sight of you in his clothing. “You’ll be my boyfriend?”

He rolls his eyes jokingly, laughing with a happy smile. “Yeah.”

That is how you ended up here, at a bar with a few of your friends. Aisha and her girlfriend sit on your right — you’re on the inside of the crowded booth, sitting atop Tom’s lap to save space and to nuzzle closer to him. He’d told his brothers and yours that he was going up north to Manchester for the weekend.

In reality, he was secretly staying in your apartment, which was a few miles from the flat he shared with Harrison and the twins. The two of you were downtown right now, dressed for clubbing despite only downing a few shots. He’s dressed a bit differently than from his normal ‘clubbing’ outfits — you style him in dark grey slacks and a mesh shirt. His hair was slightly messy but hotter than ever, and your fingers constantly took a trip through the strands of curls, massaging his scalp while he groaned occasionally.

(Yeah fuck me, that esquire picture fucked me up for days.)

He’s holding a beer, now, one hand on your waist. Your legs are splayed across his lap, ass on his thigh comfortably while an arm wraps around the back of his neck. It’s comfortable — and intimate, but neither of you mind. It’s barely nine o’clock, and Aisha had insisted on paying for one of those stupid clubbing games. A waiter had brought the drinks over, and now each of you were going around to answer the questions as best they could with the amount of alcohol in their veins.

The two girls across from you were drinking the most, but Aisha’s girlfriend, Iridessa, was designated driver for the night, so the rest of your friend group was fine with getting wasted.

“Time for a cute pic,” Andrea announced, beckoning the cute waiter over for a favor. He took the picture on your Instagram, handing it back to you while you posted it to your story in seconds.

Your pose against Tom was cozy, and his face was hidden in the crook of your neck — you remember this fact very well, because he’d left a few open-mouthed kisses against your skin in the middle of the picture. His hair was different, and you hoped the only correlation between him and the boy your brother knew was that his lanky fingers were gripping a glass of beer.

Within a matter of minutes, each of Tom’s brothers — and your own — were replying to the post of you cuddled up with a ‘mysterious boy.’ They were currently discussing it in the Instagram groupchat, and Tom was trying to act as surprised, but he was being vague, too preoccupied with the girl in his lap.

You clicked the off button, setting your phone down on the wooden table, deciding to let them chatter away and deciphering who you were with and why. That was a mistake, because they had decided to talk about it in their kitchen, eventually deciding to drive down to the bar you were at. It was only a fifteen minute drive — what was the harm?

You were caught off guard by the door swinging open, emerging three boys searching for you. You gasped, alerting Tom and Aisha that if they did see you, your relationship would be outed. You tried to hide away in the booth, go as unnoticed as possible. You saw them go to the back of the bar, where more people were located, and breathed out in relief. They wouldn’t be leaving that room anytime soon — it was too crowded.

You remained in your seat, joining the game normally again. You missed the way Harrison had gasped, eyes widening as he pointed to you for the twins to see. They came practically marching over to your booth to get a better look at the brown-haired boy whose lap you were seated in.

“Y/N?” Harrison asked, another gasp escaping. “Tom?!” Your jaw dropped open, eyebrows raising against your forehead. You felt Tom’s hand squeeze your waist in acknowledgement — in protectiveness — and you tried to act as normal as possible.

“Hi.” You spoke meekly, something Harrison had rolled his eyes at.

“Tom?!” Harry was just as surprised. “You’re supposed to be in Manchester! For the weekend!” “Right…” He laughed sheepishly. “Surprise? I’m sorry, I lied.” He tried again, noticing Harrison’s jaw tense, clenching and unclenching.

“You’re…. You’re with my baby sister?!”

Tom nibbled his bottom lip and you placed a calming hand on his chest. “Guys, don’t freak out. You’re gonna cause a scene.” You eyed them. “Especially you, Haz.” He shifted on his feet, dominantly leaning on his right one.

“You’re breaking rule number two.”

You didn’t falter as you responded, without missing a beat. “You broke rule number one, first.”

He didn’t answer, and you could sense Aisha and Iridessa were awkwardly sitting between you and the boys. The tension was thicker than you thought it’d be, so you decided to speak again, filling the silence before Harrison had a breakdown in front of everyone.

“Look, can we just talk about this later? I’m with people right now, I can’t really have this conversation here.”

“Fine.” Harrison agreed, but he sneered closer to Tom, eyes crisp and jaw tight. “But you’re not off the hook, Tommy.”

Tom nodded nonchalantly, sipping his beer before replying. “Do you mind? My girl and I are a bit busy.”

You bit your lip at his words, knees weakening and stomach erupting in butterflies. This boy-

That seemed to tick Harrison off in a teasing way before they finally left the bar. You exhaled in relief, gasping at Tom. “That’s literally saying something to my dad like ‘you’re not the only daddy anymore!’” You compared the instances. “You’re a cheeky bastard.” You slapped his shoulder. Tom let out a loud laugh, chuckling while his hand rubbed up and down your side. “You know Harrison’s still gonna be pissed, though.” You sighed and Tom pouted, kissing your nose to grab your attention.

“It’s gonna be okay, alright?” You nodded, a bit unconvinced, and Tom clicked his tongue. “Trust me?”

You nodded again, faithfully, and he smirked, squeezing your hip again. You brought his hand to you, guiding the glass to your lips and sipping his beer. He watched you through hooded eyelids, tongue running across his bottom lip, across his teeth. You could see his pupils dilate, and you smirked from behind the cup, fingers slipping from his hand with a small smirk, turning back to the girls and continuing the game just as you had before.

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amysteryspot · 3 years

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Don’t know how to stop - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Prompts: 40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”; 69. “What do you want me to say?” + "Don't Know How to Stop" by Halestorm

Requested by: @sighonahurricane

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Changretta!Reader

Summary: “Or what, Thomas?” she interrupted him, defiance in her eyes as she glared back at him. “We both know you won’t kill me. You want revenge, want to see me suffer or you would have already killed me that night at the warehouse, in front of my father.”

Warnings: Smut/NSFW/+18, mentions of violence, swearing, there's a very brief implied reference to rape

Word Count: 2510

A/N: Not even going to try and find an excuse as to why this is longer than it should be, all you need to know is that I was in the mood. I absolutely loved to write this, but I'm feeling anxious about what you all are going to think of it. Really hope that you like it. For reference, reader is a Changretta and this is set between season three/four. Feedback is very much appreciated as always.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta.

If you want to be tagged in my stories, just send me a message.

She had been the one that faced the Devil. Down on her knees in front of him, begging for her father’s life as he held the knife to her throat.

“One life for another,” she had offered, fingers curling into the fabric of his waistcoat. “You can have me. Do anything you want with me, just spare his life.”

The deal had been made that night, for reasons that Tommy still couldn’t understand, even after all these years. He wasn’t even sure if he had really considered the possibility of killing her, despite the rage clouding his mind at the time.

Vicente walked free, dragged out of the room in tears, at the expense of leaving his daughter behind, a prisoner of war.

Tommy confined her to the guest wing of Arrow House. He didn’t want to see her and be reminded of the reason why he slept in an empty bed now. It was easier to ignore her existence if he didn’t have to see her every day.

His son had other plans though. Somehow, Charlie found a way to escape his nanny and ended up finding (Y/N). Tommy knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into his son’s room to find it empty. It was safe to say that he was seeing red as he climbed down the stairs, calling for Mary and asking about the whereabouts of the nanny and the baby.

The door to her room hit the wall with a loud bang that startled both the women in there and Charlie, who was all curled up in (Y/N)’s arms.

Tommy looked at the nanny, ordering, “Take Charlie back to his room.”

She did as commanded, quickly, even though the boy didn’t seem very pleased with the idea of leaving (Y/N)’s arms. Tommy walked straight up to her, grabbing her tightly by the jaw, and almost lifting her from the ground.

“You don’t get to talk to him. You don’t even look his way or else…”

“Or what, Thomas?” she interrupted him, defiance in her eyes as she glared back at him. “We both know you won’t kill me. You want revenge, want to see me suffer or you would have already killed me that night at the warehouse, in front of my father.”

His hold on her had gone lax but he still kept his hands on her.

(Y/N) continued, “The boy came to me, I’m not going to blame a child for sins that aren’t his.”

Tommy observed her in silence for a minute. The rise and fall from her chest, the way both her hands were circling his wrist, how she didn’t show any sign of fear even though the imbalance in power was evident. He let her go, leaving the room without another world, only to be haunted by the image of her in his dreams.

“Are you going to kill her or fuck her?” Polly’s voice got him out of his trance.

He looked up at her but did not answer, because he didn’t know what to say.

Polly continued, “Because these are the two available options with you. You are either going to kill her or you’re going to fuck her. Considering that you are mourning, I would bet on the second, or you would have killed her already.”

She took a drag from her cigarette, taking her time in exhaling the smoke, before saying, “You men start wars because of your uncontrollable ego, and in the end, is always the women who pay the price of it.”

In the end, both Polly and (Y/N) were right. He didn’t kill her. His aunt’s words have made him realize something better to put a definitive end to this war between them and the Italians: a wedding. What could be worse for Vicente than having to marry his only daughter to a Shelby?

After a year of mourning, Thomas married (Y/N) Changretta, sealing the pact she had made with him for good.

They slept in separate rooms at opposite ends of the corridor. Since she was his wife now, Tommy had to get used to the idea that Charlie would have to be around her, or people would get suspicious. He had never been one to care about what people thought of him, but sometimes it was easier to maintain the appearances than to go against the norm.

If Tommy was worried about having to see her more often now that they shared the same corridor, he was wrong. (Y/N) was like a ghost. He rarely saw her outside of brief encounters whenever he was at home at the time the meals were served, the occasions when he found her in Charles’s nursery, or when she had to accompany at events.

On those occasions, (Y/N) was the image of a perfect, dutiful wife. She was well mannered and educated, making it easy for her to hold conversations with the most different people. Her charm and beauty helped her, and Tommy was surprised at how good she was at making people believe that their marriage wasn’t a sham.

His family and the staff of the house knew better though—all (Y/N) was was spoils of war.

They were surprisingly civil to each other, posing for the public eye as the perfect couple and avoiding each other like the plague at home. When they met at home, occasionally, a polite conversation could end up in a fight. Except for that night when Tommy found Charlie in (Y/N)’s arms for the first time, their arguments never turned physical.

Until one night when Tommy was especially pissed off by something business-related and ended up pressing her up between his body and the wall of her the drawing-room.

(Y/N) had never backed away from a fight, never showed any signs that she was afraid of him. But that night, that night the way she flinched when he touched her and the look of pure horror on her face as she looked at him, made Tommy let go of her immediately.

As he watched her ran away from the room, Tommy realized what must have crossed her mind, and the mere thought of it made his blood boil. The glass of whiskey that was on his desk exploded in a hundred pieces on the wall, before he retired to his room, plagued by the sight of her running away from him.

He tried to be more careful around her after that, always seeking some kind of consent from her before getting too close or touching her. Tommy would never force her to have sex with him, not for revenge, not because she was his wife.

They crossed the line from civil to friendly at some point, maybe after she sassed him because of Lizzie in front of the whole family, making everyone laugh, but he was not sure. What he did know for sure was that he started to see her as more than someone who was there because of a casualty of war somewhere along the way.

It was hard to ignore her after that. It was hard to ignore the beautiful woman navigating the corridors of his house, playing with his son in the garden, handling the staff, helping with the business. It was hard to ignore the woman he tried to avoid for so long, the woman he didn’t want to acknowledge.

He wasn’t sure at what point he had started to consider the idea to fuck her, it just happened. One night, after they arrived from a gala, fighting about something that Tommy didn’t even remember anymore, they fucked against the vanity in her room.

After that first time, it all went downhill. It was like getting high for the first time and then not being able to control the need to take another hit. (Y/N) was warm, soft, willing, and available, and Tommy decided that he wasn’t going to deny himself or his needs searching for other options when he had her right there.

Things escalated quickly and they developed some kind of silent agreement, another deal. During the day, they acted like old acquaintances, respectful, and civil to each other. But after dawn, they would seek each other out, drowning together in a desire that seemed to have no end.

That had been a long time ago, so long that he didn’t remember how it was not to have her around. Long enough for some unrequited feelings to show up.

He did his best to ignore the guy talking to (Y/N). They were hosting a dinner at Arrow House, the man talking to her was some rich bachelor from London that was being a little too friendly to Tommy’s liking. He downed the whiskey in one gulp and noticed Polly watching him, but his attention is quickly drawn back to his wife.

At the end of the night, after all the guests either left for home or to the guest wing and all that is left are the Shelby’s at the parlour, Tommy revels in the feeling of (Y/N) sitting beside him, reclining against the arm he rested behind her shoulders. From the other side of the room, Polly looks at him and smiles, like she knows something that he doesn’t.

It happens the week after the gala. They’re both getting ready for a family meeting. His room became their room, unofficially, because her things were scattered all over the place—her perfume and jewelry on the bedside table, dresses on the wardrobe, lingerie on the drawers, even the sheets smelled like her.

“Tommy,” she exclaimed in a reprehensive tone, as he pressed himself against her back, arms sneaking around her waist and preventing her from running away as his lips trailed down her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Giving some very due attention to my wife,” he answered, casually, walking them both closer to the bed.

“In broad daylight?” (Y/N) gasped, something between surprise and a protest, although she was doing very little to resist his advances.

“Want to see you,” he stated, before turning her around to kiss her.

“Your family is downstairs waiting for you,” she warned against his lips, breath uneven and fingers clutching onto his shirt.

“My family is downstairs waiting for us,” he corrected, nibbling her earlobe and smiling because of the sound she made. “Let them wait. They’re probably too occupied drinking, anyway.”

Any pretense of resistance from her part vanished when Tommy started to unbutton her dress. He was desperate to feel her skin against his, to taste her, and be inside of her. When they were both finally naked and pressed against each other on the bed, it felt like some kind of miracle.

Tommy drank her in, from the blush on her cheeks to the way her toes curled when he touched a sensitive spot on her body. All the scars, the birthmarks, the dips and curves, the softness of her skin, the heady taste of her on his tongue, and how wet she could get for him. He wanted it all, needed all of her.

He was tired to fight against it, tired of pretending that this feeling gnawing on his chest was something else.

“(Y/N/N),” he breaths against her skin, the feeling of her short nails scratching his back driving him crazy. “I love you.”

Her eyes open to stare right into his, something between surprise and uncertainty on her features. Tommy kisses her, gripping her tights a little harder to dive deeper into her.

The whimper of need that comes out of her lips makes him wild. All he can think about is how she feels, how good she feels, how right she feels. Here, underneath him, crying out his name, welcoming him into her body, scratching his back as the both of them get lost in pure pleasure.

All it takes to make her unravel is for him to press the engorged nub at the apex of her thighs. (Y/N) comes undone and brings him down with her, just a few trusts later, her walls milking him from his orgasm, his seed taking place deep inside of her for the first time in a long time because they were too lost in each other to care.

One more time they pretended, dressing in silence and walking down the stairs as nothing more than acquaintances. If his family suspected of something, they didn’t show it.

The meeting went uneventful, as planned. (Y/N) found a way to sneak out of the parlour before him and when Tommy went upstairs to his room—their room—he found it empty.

Sighing, he made his way to the other end of the corridor. He knocked one time, before letting himself in. (Y/N) was sitting in front of the vanity, taking the pins out of her hair. She was already dressed to sleep, the silk nightgown revealing her legs and a bit of the lace underneath. Their gazes met through the mirror as Tommy closes the door behind him.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I love you.”

(Y/N) takes a deep breath, still not turning around to face him.

“Tom…”

“We’ve been dancing around this for too long, it’s time to face it.”

She sighs, a hand running through her face as she says, “What do you want me to say?”

He is in her in a heartbeat, pulling her up and pressing her against the vanity, just like the first time they had sex. Tommy takes her face in between both of his hands, nose brushing against her as he mumbles against her lips,

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Tom, I can’t. We can’t,” she protests, weekly, eyes closed and hands holding his wrists.

“A little too late for that because I don’t know how to stop this.”

“Your brother blinder my brother, Tommy. Your wife was killed because of that. I’m only here because you wanted my father that and I made a bargain with you. How this is supposed to work. What people will think?”

“Fuck what people think. We are already married, (Y/N). What happened, happened. We can’t change it. But this thing between us, this thing is real. I’ve denied myself that long enough, not going to keep pretending anymore. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time now and I know, I know that you feel the same, so stop fighting against it and say it.”

Tommy’s lips brush against hers as he repeats himself, half plea, half command, “Say it.”

“I love you,” she whispers, eyes closed tightly as if the words will be less real if she can’t see him.

“Say it again,” he commands, nose bumping into hers while his thumbs caress her cheeks.

“I love you.”

“Again,” the sound is music to his ears and Tommy just can’t get enough of it.

(Y/N) opens her eyes, looks him in the eye, and professes, “I love you, Thomas Shelby.”

He smiles, for what feels like the first time in years, and confesses, “I love you too, Mrs. Shelby.”

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babbushka · 3 years

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Because we’ve been talking about it and because it’s a favorite mood, how about some agressive, possessive, scary Flip busting the heads of some deserving creeps for sinday? If you feel like it of course! Angry/winding down smut is always fun if you’re in the mood too! 💗

Anonymous said: Omg from the kink list can you please write something with Flip and the following kinks? Or any of them? Possessive. Marking. Size kink. Public sex. I’m excited for sinday! Thank you for hosting it! 🖤

(2.3k, Young!Flip & his girl and just dating in this ficlet! cw: mentioned harassment, graphic descriptions of violence. NSFW: possessive behavior, marking, PIV)

Rain pours down hard and heavy on the roof of the CSPD, as Flip and Jimmy hang around the station late at night. They’re rookies, so they get the worst fuckin’ shifts, but at the very least things aren’t too busy at an hour like this. Their shift is just about over as a matter of fact, they even changed out of their uniforms and are about to walk out of the station when the phone rings.

Officially off duty, Flip and Jimmy play around for a couple seconds debating between the two of them who is going to pick up, and on the fourth ring, Flip answers it with a tired, “Officer Zimmerman speaking.”

He isn’t too sure what he’s expecting, but hearing the cold shiver of your voice shuddering through the phone sure as shit isn’t it.

“Flip? Honey it’s me – can you come get me?” You sound terrified, and cold, and scared – and Flip’s blood freezes in his veins.

Jimmy can sense something is wrong too, just from the way Flip goes deathly still, listening to the surroundings and trying to make out where you’re calling him from. The rain sounds so loud, he knows you’re not at home.

“What’s the matter? Where are you?” He demands, suddenly frantic, rushing around to grab everything he needs to get the fuck out of there and get over to you.

“At the payphone on the corner of Johnson and 8th. Please can you just come get me?” You sniffle, and Flip sees spots, rage blinding him.

“Stay right there, you hear me? Don’t leave, Jimmy is going to stay on the line with you.” He doesn’t say anything to his friend, just shoves the phone into his hand and races to his car.

It takes less than five minutes for him to speed through the nearly empty streets, holding his breath along the way. His thumbs rap against the steering wheel anxiously, conjuring up all sorts of horrifying things that could’ve happened to you. When he pulls to the curb on the corner of Johnson and 8th, and sees you cold and alone in that little payphone, he tries his best not to scream.

You race to the side of his car and get settled in the passenger seat, letting out a breath that you had been holding too as you cry a little into your hands.

“What happened?” Flip asks, voice moving too quick, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay I – ”

“Who did what to you?” He demands, making sure you’re buckled in sweetly and kissing you on the cheek, cranking the heat so the cold doesn’t settle into your wet clothes.

Flip peals out onto the pavement again, practically flooring it, not even really knowing where he’s taking you, just wanting to take you somewhere safe.

“You know the fella that lives across the street? Tommy? The nice fella who always helped cut the lawn?” You hiccup.

“Yeah?” Flip’s jaw is clenched so tight he’s sure it’s going to snap, white-knuckle grip on the wheel.

“I was walking home from the store and he pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride, because it’s late and was about to rain.” Your voice wobbles around the story, and somewhere in the back of his head, Flip is relieved that you’re yourself enough to tell a whole story. You never did get straight to the point, it’s one of the things he loved about you.

“Yeah?” He encourages anyway, letting the sound of your voice, wobbly though it may be, soothe his frazzled nerves.

“So I said yes but then he started to touch me and I said to stop, he didn’t stop, he grabbed me so I hit him and he hit me back and then he pushed me out of the car.” Your voice cracks on that, and there go Flip’s nerves.

Like he’s gunning for the coca-cola 500, Flip tears through the streets and blows through every red light, keeping one hand in yours the whole time. It isn’t long before he pulls up to your neighborhood, your house just a few blocks away from his own. The porchlight is off, meaning your parents aren’t home yet.

Across the street, Tommy’s porchlight is on.

“Ketsl why don’t you go inside, wash those tears off your face.” Flip says, his voice dangerously calm.

“’Kay. Love you.” You kiss his cheek, the tears mostly stopped.

“Love you too, I’ll be right in.” He taps the underside of your chin with his finger, and waits for you to get all the way inside your house, door closed behind you, before he gets out of his car.

Hidden in the glove-compartment is a small pistol, not one that’s issued by the CSPD or anything, just a small something that he bought a couple years ago just in case of an emergency. He doesn’t think twice about taking it and sticking it in the waistband of his trousers, and walks across the street in the pouring rain, to Tommy’s house.

Flip had been dating you for a couple months now, and he’s picked you up and dropped you off more times than he could count. He recognizes Tommy’s car in the driveway, and is glad that it’s the only one there, as he cracks the joints in his neck and rings the doorbell.

A moment or two goes by before the shitbag himself answers, his perfectly parted blonde hair backlit by the overhead light behind him. Flip also happens to notice the black-eye he’s sporting, and knows that must have been from you.

Tommy eyes Flip up and down, recognizing him too.

“What the fuck do you want – ow! Hey! Fuck!” Tommy doesn’t get very far before Flip has pulled out the gun from his waist, and cracks him across the face with it.

On the first hit, Tommy crumples to the ground, hands up, defensive, trying to shield his face, but Flip doesn’t let up. He pistol whips this sonofabitch again and again and again, until his blood is spraying all across Flip’s knuckles, until his nose crunches under the force of Flip’s beating.

The sound of metal hitting skull and rain hitting pavement fills Flip’s ears, and he gives Tommy a harsh kick to the gut for good measure. The man’s perfectly parted hair is now soaked with water from the front step, water that washes away his blood.

Flip grabs him by the shirt collar and holds him level with his own face, looking him straight in the eye and threatening – no, promising, “I swear on my fucking mother if you ever touch her again you’re dead.”

With that, he drops Tommy, and the man scrambles back inside, shutting the door to nurse his wounds in private. Flip licks across his teeth, and lets out a deep breath, feeling good. Flip walks across the street once again, back to your house.

You’re waiting there, at the door, just on the other side of the screen, moonlight reflecting in your eyes.

“Can I come in?” Flip asks softly, “Or do you want to be alone?”

“Please stay with me.” Your answer is immediate, and it fills Flip with relief. He doesn’t ever want to do anything that would scare you or make you uncomfortable, and he’s just now realizing that this is the first time he’s ever gotten into a fight in front of you. He doesn’t know how you’ll react, and he’s worried, worried that you might think he’s no good for you now.

You open the door wider for him, and he slips inside where it’s nice and warm, the familiar surroundings of your living room calming him down.

“Did you see…?” He gestures with his thumb behind him.

“I saw.” You nod, standing in the living room with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Are you angry?” Flip tries not to sound too afraid of the idea, but still, the fear is there.

“Are you kidding?” You frown, shaking your head at once, and then letting out a bit of an unexpected laugh, “To tell you the truth…seeing you so strong and protective like that? It turned me on.”

Oh…oh! Flip hadn’t thought of that as a possibility until you say it, and suddenly all his fears have vanished. He looks at you, and you look at him, and then you’re smiling real wide, despite it all.

“Yeah?” Flip takes a step towards you, and then another step, until you meet him and close the distance between your bodies with your arms thrown around his neck, your mouth crashing onto his.

Immediately, Flip shucks off his jacket and begins trying to peel you out of your clothing, which is real fucking difficult because everything is so wet. You kiss him, tongues sliding against one another, lips sucking and biting at one another as you pant pant pant, lust and love and possessive desire curling around in Flip’s bones.

“Take me to your room?” Flip asks, and you nod, half dressed and leading him up the stairs.

By the time you get up there, you’re naked and Flip’s not too far behind. You bring him to the bed eagerly, desperately, falling backwards onto the mattress with a big smile, the kind of smile that makes Flip just have to kiss you – so he does.

“Fuck me,” You moan, shuffling underneath him and spreading your legs for him, Flip fitting perfectly in the space between them, “Please?”

He’d never say no to you, not to his girl, so he pushes a few fingers into your pussy to see if you’re stretched enough to take him, and though it’ll be a tight fit, he doesn’t want to waste any more time. So, slowly, he pushes the head of his cock through your folds and feels your body swallow him down, cunt clenching and fluttering as he rocks himself deeper deeper deeper into you.

“Shit,” Flip groans, the hot tight wet clutch of your cunt making him almost drool, as he begins to build up a thrusting rhythm, “Shit you’re so good.”

You laugh at that, one of your legs winding around his hips, the ball of your foot digging into his lower back and keeping him there. You kiss him as he fucks you, something sturdy and steady – just like him.

Flip sucks marks into your flesh, all across your shoulders, your chest, even one onto your neck. He marks you up, a possessive clingy sort of desperate energy. The world is going to know you’re cared for, taken care of, and that he’s the man that’s doing the best fucking job at it. It makes Flip’s blood fucking boil thinking about creeps like Tommy, creeps who think they can push you around or ignore your wishes, disrespecting you. Flip stakes his claim on you, but only because you’ve told him he can. You told him, and he wants the world to know it.

“A little faster? Just a – yes! Yes just like that!” You encourage him, “God that’s good Flip, you fuck me so well.”

The praise goes straight to his cock, throbbing and aching inside of you. Flip continues to carry his markings down onto your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples, burying his face in the cleavage there to bite and kiss at your skin. He breathes you in and fucks you deep, his hips pushing you up up up the mattress with the effort, the strength of it.

“Can I come in you?” Flip asks, panting and groaning and grunting against your lips, watching as bruises begin to bloom under your flesh.

“Yes!” You shout, eager and so in love, and that’s what does it for him.

“Shit – ” He groans low in his throat as he crosses over the edge, orgasm washing over him as he comes and comes inside the heat of your cunt.

You’re not far behind, because Flip doesn’t let up even though he’s come, he wants to take you there too.

A moment or two later you’re following after him, yoru body tensing up before melting beneath him, your leg sliding off from around his hip, a big moaning sigh pouring out of your mouth.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” Flip says afterwards, clutching you to his chest. He’s got a cigarette lit and is smoking it to calm himself down, but he takes it out from between his lips for a little while to press kisses to the top of your head.

“What for?” You’re tired, orgasm lulling you into a post-glow sleep, which is probably for the best considering the clock is about to chime two.

“For hitting him. I saw the shiner you gave him.” He rubs a soothing hand up and down your arm, and you snuggle further against him with a little sigh.

“Are you going to get in trouble with work?” You whisper nervously, something that Flip hadn’t even thought about until just that moment.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. All that matters now is that you’re safe.” He dismisses that fear, and you just nod.

He thinks you’ve gone to sleep, and shuts his eyes against the dark too. He lets out a sigh of his own, pinches out the cigarette and tugs the covers up over your shoulder so you don’t get cold.

“Flip?” You mumble, voice small from being so tired.

“Yeah honey-bunny?” Flip whispers, hugging you to his chest.

“Thank you.” You whisper back, pressing a kiss to the strong pec you’re not using as a pillow, and he smiles, reassuring you now and always that he’d do:

“Anything for my girl.”

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lvyu · 3 years

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pairing ➞ smp, dreamwastaken x reader

note ➞ re.. repost because old blog went poof and i need to link the full to the original, so if you saw this twice then that’s why (this is an incomplete version and more of a brainstorm)

imagine being his partner during the events of the dream smp, helping him build up his little kingdom. it starts out wonderful, relationship wise, though there are difficult nights where he comes home exhausted and just needy for your touch.

he wasn’t too keen on being affectionate in public, but the stress of meeting new people and building up a community definitely lowered his dislike for it— or at least made him more willing.

once he came back from building this new place with sapnap and george, bad and you were left at the community home to do some chores. it was well into the night when they returned, sapnap and george immediately collapsing on the nearby beds (which you really should move soon), whilst dream made his way over to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you once close enough.

the gesture was unexpected, but appreciated and reciprocated regardless.

and eventually, new people started to appear and of course, dream welcomes them– they don’t pose a threat. until they do.

the people of l’manberg, as they call themselves, start to go against rules and soon a war erupts. you were never really a person for violence, so naturally you offered to try to reason with them. yet, they stood their ground, they demanded freedom and independence.

“should we just ... let them have it? dream, it’s only a small piece of land and technically they’d still be under our rule...”

oh, of course, the first mistake.

dream didn’t see it the same way you did, causing the first real arguement between the two of you. the others had been just joking or about a petty matter, but that... that one felt different, almost as if it was sealing a promise. the next night he came to your room and laid next to you, hoping you were asleep, though you weren’t.

“this isn’t easy” he spoke. you shifted onto your side to face him, bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek. he so rarely took off his mask when not in private, though he was so beautiful, really.

“..‘m sorry” he hummed in response.

the rest of the war was... a complicated time.

you didn’t bring up a possible compromise with l’manberg again, instead having to sit back and watch as one of their own betrayed them. though eret was a kind man, power was more valuable in this world than any amount of kindness.

out of pity, you visited the citizens of l’manberg. tommy’s immediate reaction was to yell at you, saying how you were a spy and a wronging. wilbur calmed him down and welcomed you, though keeping you out of the walls.

“i’m not one for wars, wilbur. surely you know that.” you tried to explain.

“they’re with dream! fucking dream—”

wilbur held up a hand, sending tommy into an abrupt stop.

“i know you’re not.”

they still weren’t very trusting, but wilbur, against tommy’s wishes, showed you the places near l’manberg. more specifically, niki and jack’s place, which they still considered l’manberg though technically outside of the walls. niki and you got along quite well, both a little hesitant about the war, though her a little less than you.

the day of eret’s betrayal was difficult for them, four of them losing a life. four of which you considered to be good friends by then. tubbo and tommy being so young too... they shouldn’t have had to suffer that, they shouldn’t have to go through any of this. none of them should have to.

it wouldn’t hurt to question him about it, you thought. it’d only been a couple hours since the incident and your heart still ached a little. “hey dream?”

“m, yeah, my love?” he was happy, you could tell he was happy– after murder.

you took a deep breath, getting his attention. “you okay? i know you’re not one to condone... violence, but i thought you’d be happier that we’ve won this battle.”

“dream...” you grabbed one of his hands he‘d laid the table, squeezing tightly.

“what... why... who was it?”

he paused. “who was what?”

“who did you kill? sapnap told me earlier each one of you took on one– and don’t get mad at him, i bugged him about for a while. he was pretty resilient.” a small laugh left his lips.

a few seconds passed before he spoke up. “it was tommy.”

he felt you squeeze tighter, almost feeling guilty for doing this to you. “i’m—”

“i love you, so, so much. d’you know that, dream?” you whispered, any louder and you felt you would have lost yourself. he nodded, mumbling a me too. there was a hint of sadness to your tone, and if he didn’t know you he’d think you were just being a loving partner. “and i think it’s my bedtime, so goodnight.”

a feeling of loneliness creeped on him, growing the quieter your footsteps got until they simply stopped. he brushed his right hand over his left, trying to feel whatever warmth you had left behind. so warm, he thought to himself, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in a fantasy.

a fantasy including you happily standing by his side looking over a beautiful world you’ve built, and he promised himself he’d make that fantasy a reality someday.

you struggled to make amends with the citizens of l’manberg after the final control room. the look on tubbo’s face when he first saw you again would forever haunt you. he wasn’t a fragile porcelain doll to be taken care of, only making his reaction even more concerning. almost immediately he froze, tightening his hold on the documents he was carrying.

“y-you... um...” he was keeping himself close and far from you. it was subtle, but you noticed it nonetheless.

“tubbo! have you seen wilbur?”

he looked at the documents and back to you. “caravan...”

you offered a smile to ease his worries and thanked him. the moment you lifted your hand to wave goodbye, he flinched and backed away, hiding his face. your smile quickly turned into a look of worry.

... he didn’t deserve to feel like that.

“hey, i didn’t mean to– i’m sorry, hey, you okay?” he nodded, making a joke about it and walking off before you could stop him, still holding the documents close.

tommy was a different situation, he reverted back to his loud and aggressive self. fundy didn’t know you as well, but his actions and feelings were heavily influenced by those of his friends and father. niki and jack, not being the ones to suffer most the day, still remained friendly with you, but more cautious.

and wilbur... wilbur thought it’d be best for everyone if you were cut off from him— the leading man of l’manberg.

he wasn’t to blame, none of them were, and you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel alone when they rejected you. they were just trying to protect themselves.

dream was a smart man, but not one known to be truthful, not even to himself.

#dreamwastaken x reader #repost from old blog!

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babylooneytoonz · 4 years

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Trinity - [Tommy Shelby x Alfie Solomons x Reader]

A/N- Yes, I confess. I wrote this after two bottles of beer (which is a lot for me) and I couldn't control my freaking hormones? I couldn't choose one out of the two so I just picked them both. For those who are not a fan of Polyamory or the concept of having two men in bed, please do not read this or else you will definitely feel scandalized. Please do NOT hate, even if you do not like the concept.

Warning(s): A Scandal? (I didn't know how to classify this, atleast for the 1920s), SMUT, Porn Without Plot, Polyamory, Casual Sex, Explicit language & Cursing

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Camden Town, London, 1921

Alfie Solomons' voice, clear as a crystal, thick as mist, rang through the bakery; his volatility reflecting in his words. Thomas Fucking Shelby stood in a corner, unbothered, yet fazed by this sudden outburst he saw in this man.

"Jewish Women— " Alfie spat, pushing his thickly bearded face into a man's face, who was minutes back laughing at his own joke, but now looked like he could shit his pants. "You do not go anywhere near them for Jewish women for you are off the fucking menu."

Thomas rolled his eyes, almost inwardly, his cold, outer expressions remaining stoic as he brought up the lit cigarette stick to his plump lips and inhaled the smoke from it, smoke coiling around him. Alfie's grip was hard against his cane, his knuckles almost white as a sheet of snow when a sudden ruckus pulled him out of his little display of anger, causing both Tommy and Alfie to snap their heads in the direction of the door.

"Ollie, what the fuck is going on out there eh?" Alfie called out, his voice loud enough to boom all through the bakery, causing a sudden shiver run down the men's spines. Ollie ran down, his face literally puffy, his cheeks blown out, his eyes red, "We've got a fuckin' problem, one of yer lads 'ave been causing troubles."

"Fuckin' problems, all I hear about these days is FUCKING PROBLEMS!" Alfie shouted at the top of his lungs; especially when he said the last two words, words rolling out of his tongue like wildfire, full of venom. He then turned towards Tommy, all the rage disappeared, as though he never was angry, "They're all yours, Tommy Shelby, forgive me for interrupting." He then turned to Ollie and using his cane, pointing it in the direction of the door, he mumbled, "Bring 'im in." Tommy stood there, calmly, his hands buried into his trouser pockets, his eyes on the men, "Pick him up," he said, pointing in the direction of the man that Alfie had knocked down using his cane, to instill fear into these men's minds.

A few seconds later, Ollie dragged one of Alfie's lads, holding him by his arms, pushing him to walk, his face a bloodied mess.

"What the fuck happened to your face, lad?"

"He fuckin' tried to touch me with his filthy little paws is what happened." Your words spat out of your mouth, like missiles shot through the air as you were dragged into the basement by one of the boys, your arms locked behind you, tied with a rope. Your face had scratches and the hem of your skirt was ripped off, your bare thigh exposed.

Your feminine voice surprised the men in front of you, spreading a sudden silence amongst them all. The first to glance at your form was Alfie, but you also noticed the blue eyed man behind him, his pocket watch dangling from his waistcoat, a lit cigarette in his fingers. You noticed how sharp his blue eyes were, how calculating.

"Right, well, he fuckin' touched you eh?"

You noticed how this man's predatory eyes raked over your body, sending a shiver down the back of your neck, down your spine, causing you to stiffen slightly, your eyes even more enraged than they were, minutes back.

"You keep your fuckin' lads in control, Alfie, or else I will—"

"I see you do know who I am. Now where are your manners eh, pet?" You saw his hand flew up momentarily, hovering in the air, until it finally rested on his chin, scratching it lightly. "People here in Camden Town call me Mr. Solomons."

You smiled, crossing your arms over your chest, a sudden knot forming in your throat.

"And the coppers here in Camden Town call you a fuckin' cunt," Your words rolled of your lips, your voice and accent imitating that of his.

You bit back on your tongue; your father's words coming back to haunt you in the back of your mind. Your fast mouth will be the death of you love, he used to say, and maybe it will; but you didn't care, not when rage took complete control over you and your mind.

A click of a smirk crossed the blue eyed stranger's lips, and your eyes flew to him for a split second, before rolling back and fixing it on the Jewish gangster. You could see that Alfie was surprised, shocked and a little angry, you could see it in the way his lips contorted, as though he wanted to say something but had no idea what. He wasn't used to having women speak up to him in this way, and maybe that had pinched his ego, bruising his manliness. From the corner of your eye, you saw Thomas stub his cigarette, stepping on the cigarette butt as he made his way closer, fixing himself next to Alfie, his eyes on you, addressing Alfie, but his words meant as a chide remark for you.

"Since when did London start hiring women as coppers, Mr. Solomons?"

"I'm a copper's daughter." You deadpanned. A sudden silence and tension suddenly filled the air, all the men giving each other loose eyed glances, wondering what this copper's daughter's fate will be now, that she had landed into the gangsters' den herself. It was only when Alfie spoke, did the tension in the air seem to cease.

"Lad, why don't you apologize to the lady for eh, touching her without her consent?"

"Is that it then eh?" You kicked the man backwards who was holding you, causing him to lose his grip on your shoulders, giving you a minute to get free. You didn't run away, instead you went straight for the lion's den or should you say, the lions den, glaring at the Jewish gangster in the eye. "Is that all a lad should do when he tries to touch a fuckin' woman without her consent eh? Just apologize? Is that what he should say to your bloody sister when a fuckin' lad gropes her in public —"

A low, dangerous growl erupted from the man's mouth, his hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing you by your throat, and spat, "Ye don't speak to me that way, pet."

You wouldn't deny; the look in his eyes, the fire, the way he spoke and that accent, adding to it, the way he held you in a choke hold, you should have been mad, but here you were, starting to get all hot and bothered suddenly, sudden thoughts starting to creep into your mind, dirty thoughts.

"Mr. Solomons—" Thomas interjected, putting a full stop to your thoughts, his voice icy, causing him to let go off your throat. Your hand flew to your neck, where Alfie had just held you, your tongue sliding out, licking over your lips, rather seductively. It was this blue eyed man that spoke next as he stepped closer towards you, a sudden smell of cigarettes, blood and a strong eu de cologne wafting through the air, hitting your nostrils.

"Tell us then love, what would you have us do?"

"I've already broken his bloody face, I think the next time, it will be his fuckin' balls."

Your gaze was directed at Alfie's henchman, who had by now, his hands clenched tightly into fists by his sides.

"Well, you've heard the lady haven't ya lad? Now fuck off."

The man scurried away the way he had been brought in and a slow, uneasy silence took over the bakery, coming to a halt when you spoke again. You turned your back towards Alfie and nudged your hands that were tied together in a rope.

"Do you mind, Mr. Solomons?"

"Ollie" The man's voice called.

You felt Ollie loosen the binds that held your wrists and once the knot was undone, you pulled your hands to your front, watching in disdain at the marks of the rope that had blued your wrists. You winced slightly as you tried moving your wrists and shook your head. You then slowly lowered yourself, into a slight curtsy, taking one step backwards at one time until you reached the door. Then you turned on your tail and walked off, leaving the men spell bound as to what they had just witnessed.

"Looks like she knew you, Mr. Solomons." Tommy pointed out to Alfie who just turned around and swiped his index finger in the air, and all the men that were standing there started dispersing.

"Let's take the discussion to my office then eh?"

Tommy nodded and then once Alfie had walked out, he quietly walked out too, following the man. As the both of them made their way towards Alfie's study, both of them had the same thoughts running in their minds. Strangely enough, this small encounter with a woman; who had wits matching their own, a sharp tongue that they wanted to silence and the body of a seductress; had left a lasting impression on their minds. Unknown the each other, the both of them were thinking of you, as they were quietly walking towards Alfie's study.

Alfie stopped walking abruptly when he saw that the door to his study was shut. This alerted him a little and he straightened up, his grip on his cane tightening. Slowly, he placed his hand on the doorknob and the door croak open, very slowly, the first thing their eyes falling on; the form of a woman who was sat in Alfie's desk, her head resting against the comfortable backrest, her hand moving mechanically up and down as she inhaled the smoke from her lit cigarette.

"Come in, gentlemen, I was hoping you'd come." You mumbled, your eyes still shut but yet you knew they were here; the air had suddenly changed.

Alfie drew in a long, sharp breath, his eyes falling over the way your chest was moving up and down, in a rhythm while Tommy just noticed the outline of a tattoo that had managed to show a sneak peak through the neckline of the blouse you were wearing.

You fluttered your eyes open, and there in front of you, stood two of the most handsome men you had met— each having a contrasting personality and appearance; and yet appeasing and satisfying in so many aspects. You found yourself wanting to be manhandled by Alfie Solomons' rough form while at the same time, you wanted to feel Tommy Shelby's plump lips kiss you all over your body.

You slowly stood up, making an eye contact with the two devilishly handsome men standing in front of you as you walked up to them but instead, squeezed yourself through the distance between the two men and reached the door. You kicked it shut.

"You both have had two women in the same bed, haven't you?" You whispered, your voice laced with a sudden heaviness, and a budding form of desire. You had no idea who you desired more— but you wanted them both.

Tommy didn't answer, his cold, calculating gaze moving from you as he pushed past you and made his way to Alfie's liquor cabinet and grabbed three glasses, busying himself with filling them up. You figured Tommy Fucking Shelby was having a hard time digesting the fact that women were finally coming out of their shells and the city was moving forward. Or maybe, he thought that you were a woman of the night.

Alfie, however, seemed unfazed. He was almost leaning against the hardwood wall, shamelessly throwing you lustful glances. You closed the distance between you and him, fixing yourself so close to him, you could feel his hot breath on you. You were tall, but Alfie was way taller, still towering over you, making you feel weak and giddy in the knees.

"Y'know, darlin'—" You leaned closer towards him, your lips inches apart from his, "No one touches me unless I want them to."

"I must be special then, pet, you 'ave been practically throwing yerself into my fuckin' face." He growled back, at the same time, his hand coming to land on your hip, and with one jerk of a movement, he had you pressed to him, his hard body pressing against yours. You could already feel him get hard, and this didn't do anything to lighten the dull ache radiating through your core.

Perhaps, Thomas Shelby felt left out. From the corner of your eye, he slowly walked up to the door, downing the contents of his drink and reached for the doorknob when you reached out and grabbed his wrist, "Don't leave. I can't choose between a fucking Jew and a fucking Gypsy."

You pulled Tommy towards you, and this gave Alfie a chance to slide out from his cornered position by the wall. You could see that he was enjoying this. He plomped down on the couch, falling back comfortably, his legs wide open, his hand resting under his head, eyeing you. "How about fucking them both eh ? A fucking Jew and a fucking Gypsy?"

You slowly balled the fabric of Thomas Shelby's shirt, leaving a crease on it, pulling it out and leaving it untucked. You could see that the man was obnoxiously quiet, but his chest and the way he took his breaths betrayed him. He was turned on, no matter how hard he pretended not to be.

"I hope you're not religious, Mr. Shelby." You slid your tongue out, running it seductively over his left cheekbone, feeling his breathing hitch, and his hand finally lock around you, pulling you to him.

"Never was." He whispered back.

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You felt hammered, but to say the least, it was the best kind of hammered. You could taste Alfie on your lips and the way his mouth had sucked on your sweet spot and of course, the stretch and the burn from Tommy's cock as he had slammed mercilessly into you, even more fuelled up by watching a combination of your ample arse in full view in front of him, and your mouth choking on Alfie's cock, until he had finally smacked your arse hard, a sudden burning pain shooting through your body.

He had pulled out abruptly, holding his twitching cock with his palm, only to grab you by your hair and pull you away from Alfie, shoving his pulsating cock into your mouth while Alfie had switched position, planting himself just where Tommy had been mere seconds back. Without a warning, he had slammed his thickness into you, like a horse on drugs, so powerful, you felt your insides throb. The bakery was filled with your lustful moans and you screaming at the top of your lungs.

With cum running down the corner of your lips and cum trailing down your thigh, you had watched the two men collapse on the couch, with only a silk duvet cover to cover their cocks as Alfie grumbled some barely incoherent words and Tommy went back to his cold, manipulating gaze and helped you light a cigarette.

You fell gracefully in the space in the middle of the two men, not caring to cover your modesty even if someone was to walk in. You hand flew up to your lips and you took a long, lingering drag of it before there was a knock on the door. Lucky, you had locked it.

"What the fuck Ollie? Get the fuck out of here."

"It's Sabini, there are two fuckin' men outside, claim they are Sabini's men." Ollie called out from the other side of the door.

You were the first to slide out from the comfortable position. Then it was Tommy. As you slid on your underwear, Tommy pulled up his pants ,grunting slightly as Ollie continued to speak.

"What do they fuckin' want eh?" Alfie stood up, reaching for his pants.

"They say his fuckin' sister was spotted around here, an hour back."

You bit your lip hard, not wanting to smile as you buttoned up your shirt.

Tommy was the first one to turn to you, having finally understood who you were.

"You're his fucking sister."

"Don't look at me like that. I'm nothing like my brother, to think I'm here to rat you all and your little secret out eh? What you two are fuckin' best friends now?"

Tommy grabbed you by your arm, his nails almost digging into you, unlike the way you felt his nails digging into your hips in need.

"I didn't know Darby Sabini's sister had a death wish."

"Oh love, I don't. I know you two won't touch a hair on my head, because if you wanted you would have done it by now." You pushed Tommy's hand away, straightening up your shirt and running a hand through your messy hair. When you looked up, you could see two sets of eyes glaring at you, their hands itching to be the first one to hold your throat and squeeze life out of you.

"You don't get it, do you? I don't work for my brother. You secret's fucking safe with me. All the more, I think you'll need someone on the inside to help you. Killing me will only silence me for now, but one day, my fuckin' brother's gonna come looking for you. And he's sure as hell not gonna like how you two 'ave been fucking putting your cocks into his fuckin' sister."

"Do you trust her?" Tommy turned towards Alfie, completely ignoring your presence, as though you weren't in the room.

Alfie's hand flew up to his moustache as he stroked over it, his eyes fixed on you.

"I think the woman's sayin' the truth."

"Well then fuck off before Sabini himself comes over to look for you." Tommy motioned to you, his index finger pointed towards the door.

You pouted dramatically.

"I think I'd love to keep having our little fucking unholy Trinity." You winked and placed your hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it around and letting the door open. You turned back, your expressions now serious.

"Don't worry, I was never here. And —" You walked back to where both the men were, heading first to Tommy. You grabbed him by his arm and pulled him slightly, making him look like you were kissing his neck but in reality, you were whispering into his ears, "If you wanna get Sabini, get Georgie Sewell first, he is my brother's most trusted right hand man."

You then walked up to Alfie, placing a hand on his chest, and leaned in to kiss his cheek, at the same time whispering, "It's a fucking lie, he would never let yer bookies into the Epsom races. If I were you, I'd be siding with the Gypsies."

You then hurried back towards the door, the slit on the hem of your skirt still there.

"Would you go out like that? Take my coat."

Your lips curled into a smile at Tommy's words and you gave him a side glance.

"I don't want Sabini to smell you on me, love, no matter how good the two of you smell today."

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etoileholland · 4 years

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I’m not half the man I used to be

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Warnings: alcohol and drinking, a wee bit of angst with a fluffy ending

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: in the span of two years, you and Tom went from being inseparable, to him being someone you heavily detested. What happens when one drunken night rolls around and he wants to reconcile?

A/N: this is a piece that I wrote for @spider-pxrkers writing challenge, which is the first ever one I’ve participated in! The flashbacks are in « » and the writing prompt I used, which is “say something, please, say anything” is bolded and italicised.

(gif not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner)

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“Listen, I know I haven’t been the best, b-but I need you. More than ever.” He slurred into the phone, while you just sighed on the other end.

Tom was right in the middle of going through his very public heartbreak, which ultimately resulted in him frequenting a lot of pubs. He usually went alone, but the paparazzi photos proved that someone always had to come and rescue him. His usual saviour was Harrison, but tonight it would be you who would be called to save him.

He was right though, he hadn’t been the best to you. You two had a long history, and it was quite messy.

Two years had passed since you’ve spoken to him, and you knew he was only calling you because he needed the attention.

Two years prior to hating Tom, you were in love with him. You remember the fallout, all too well.

« You and Tom had spent the whole day together at his trailer, on his day off from filming. You were cuddled up watching a movie together, your chest touching his back, his arm around your waist.

You two were more than friends, but when the public asked about the both of you, he always shrugged it off as a friendship. You both knew that he wasn’t exactly telling the truth, but it was for the best so that you could still keep some anonymity.

As the both of you lay there perfectly content, he heard a knocking at his trailer door. He didn’t bother to get up, ignoring whoever was on the other side of the door.

“It’s probably just Harrison, he’ll get the hint soon enough.” He remarked.

The knocks on the door became a bit more frequent and urgent. You looked up at Tom, wondering if he was gonna do something. Before you could say anything, a voice from outside said, “Tommy, are you there?”

It was a voice you had recognized instantly; it was of his costar, who was acting alongside him in the film.

“Baby, it’s cold out here, please let me in.” She said.

“Baby?” You asked, watching his face contort into a frown. He ignored your comment, quickly untangling himself from you as he went to open the door. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You sat there, confused, the shock written all over your face.

Sure, she and Tom were friends, and you knew they were close, but he didn’t let you in on a pertinent piece of information--that they were actually dating. It was something that you had suspected, but he always seemed to reassure you that he was yours and yours only. Now, you realised that was untrue.

As they pulled away from their long kiss, Tom turned around to look at you. He looked guilty, but she stood there with a slight smirk on her face.

“Tommy, I’m guessing you didn’t break the news to her that we were dating.” She cooed, as she wrapped her arm around his.

“I guess not.” He said in a hushed voice.

“Right, well I gotta go.” You jumped up from the couch, as you scrambled to find your phone so you could bolt out of there.

“Wait, I can explain.” Tom pleaded, but you stormed past the both of them and swiftly walked away from the trailer.

“Hold on one second.” He told his girlfriend, leaving her alone in his trailer so he could follow after you.

It was pitch black outside, and if it weren’t for your white sneakers he wouldn’t have been able to see you at all. He ran in an effort to catch up with you, the cold wind cutting right through him. It nipped at his cheeks, and he quickly regretted not grabbing a jacket before heading out.

“Will you please let me explain?” He asked, trailing you. You sped up and nearly began to sprint when you felt a tug on your wrist. The jolt stopped you in your tracks, leaving you no choice but to confront Tom.

“What is there to explain, huh? The fact that you’ve been leading me on and then decide to date someone else behind my back? I mean c’mon, that hurts.”

He stood there, silent, unsure of what to say. You were right though, once it was said out loud, it did seem pretty hurtful.

“Well what was I supposed to do? All this time I’ve been trying to protect your identity, which is what you wanted after all. I like her, and I can actually go public with her and it won’t matter.”

“Bastard.” You said through clenched teeth.

“That wasn’t the way I meant to word it.” He exhaled, watching the way his cold breath swirled around the night air. “That was uncalled for. I should’ve told you that I was dating her, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” He admitted, as he looked over at you. You let out a sigh, the air behind exhaled from your lungs visible against the night sky. You didn’t say anything, and he knew you well enough to know that meant you wanted an explanation after all.

“I should’ve told you that I was with her, but I didn’t want to ruin what I have with you. I love being around you; you make me so happy, but I just didn’t want to put you through the tribulations of dating me.” He paused for a second to look you in the eyes, but you averted his gaze. He took another cold breath in and continued.

“I know my life isn’t easy and I don’t want you to have to deal with that. You don’t need the paps following you at all times, and you definitely don’t need fans stalking you and your social media. I guess I was trying to do you a favour but now it doesn’t seem like much of one.”

“Yeah it definitely wasn’t much of a favour.” You choked out, as you wiped away a warm tear from your cheek.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that she understands my life, you know? We run in the same circles, so she’s used to the chaos and whatnot. I don’t want to put you through that misery as well. For you, it’s a choice to not have your privacy invaded, whereas for me it’s part of the job. I was just trying to protect you, sorry.” He took a step closer to you, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“I love you, so much. So much in fact that I don’t want to ruin your life.” He let go of your face, and stuffed his frostbitten hands in his pockets.

“And that’s why I have to leave.” He turned on his heel, a slump in his step as he walked away from you. He didn’t turn back as he walked back towards his trailer, head hung low.

You watched him walk away, unsure of how to react. You stood outside long enough to watch him open his trailer door and slam it shut, wincing as it closed.

You turned around, walking off the lot and back to your car. You huffed as you noticed the frost coating the windscreen, shivering as you struggled to open your car door. Sticking the key into the ignition, you waited for the engine to warm up so that you could leave and never come back. A few minutes later, you drove home, hoping to never see Tom again.

But a few weeks later, you had seen it all over the news.

“Stay calm everyone- Tom Holland is in a relationship.” TMZ buzzed.

“Okay I know a lot of girls are going to be sad but Tom Holland is in a relationship with his costar.” Entertainment Tonight boasted.

You couldn’t stand it. When you went to the market, his face was plastered everywhere on the magazine covers. The covers varied from “Tom’s new girl?” “Alert! Tom Holland’s no longer single?”, and “Who is this mystery girl that has stolen T. Holland’s heart?”

It was sickening. You hadn’t heard from him since, which left you no choice but to move on. It was difficult when he was everywhere though, from the TV to the movies to the magazines. Even though he was out of your life, he was still lurking around.

But now, time healed that wound, and seeing his face plastered everywhere didn’t evoke any emotions from you. Two years had since passed since that incident, and you had taken the opportunity to better yourself. You finished your degree, learned a few languages and took better care of your health. You were new and improved.

Not long after you had finally gotten over him, it came out in the news that Tom had proposed to her, but apparently she turned him down. Ouch. She mentioned it in an interview with Extra, and it didn’t come as a shock as she announced she was no longer with Tom, and had quickly moved on to an Italian male model.

You had felt really bad for Tom. Sure, you two weren’t together, and he hadn’t contacted you in years, but you still loved him, and cared about him.

You had watched his descent from grace, as he was spotted at more and more pubs, having attended less and less charity events.

“Tom Holland drinks away his sorrows over his painful breakup” was splattered all over the news outlets. His reputation was currently not great, as the photos showed Harrison helping Tom stumble out of the bars and into an Uber.

So it wasn’t really shocking that he had called you. »

You snapped back out of your thoughts as you heard him beg and begin to sob. You really did feel bad for him, except you didn’t really know what to do. You wanted to help him, but he did leave you so long ago, you were torn to say the least.

“P-please, I p-promise that I’ll b-be better, I just need you.” He whispered the last part, and your heart sank.

You let out a long exhale, taking a second to think about your decision. “Okay, where are you at?” You asked, and he let out a sniffle.

“I-I don’t know, I just walked around looking for a bar and I f-found this one.”

“I’ll need you to be a bit more specific, can you ask the bartender where you are?”

“H-hold on.” He held the phone away from his ear, and you heard a faint discussion in the distance.

“Darling, I’m at t-the Dragon Lounge, in midtown.” He said, and you wrote it down so you could put it into maps.

“Okay, stay there Tommy, don’t leave.”

“I miss you calling me ‘Tommy’, and I miss you.” He slurred, but you acted like you didn’t hear that part.

“Right, okay. See you soon.” You quickly hung up the phone as you went to go rescue him.

The Dragon Lounge was a twenty minute drive from your apartment, but since it was so late it only took about fifteen. You found a parking spot right out front, locking your car and walking through the large glass doors. It was nearly vacant inside, so it wasn't hard to find Tom, slumped over the bar with his head resting on his hands.

You walked over and tapped him on the shoulder, and he lifted his head slightly.

“Darling, I’m sorry and I miss you.” He pleaded, but you were taken aback by how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and he hadn’t shaved in maybe a few days, or maybe even a week. To put it lightly, he looked disheveled.

“Oh thank god you finally came, this guy is a mess.” The bartender said in a heavy Irish accent. “He tried to out drink the other Irish gentleman over there, poor boy’s sloshed. He only had two pints of stout but he was already down for the count.” He remarked, while cleaning the cups that Tom just drank out of.

“Well, thank you for watching over him, I guess.” You responded, grabbing Tom’s waist and helping him get up. It was all dead weight, and he wasn’t helping by trying to kiss your cheek every second he had.

“Alright well be safe you two, I don’t want to see him back for a while, he’s been frequenting the joint for the past week.”

“For the past week? He said he just found this place.” You questioned while the bartender shook his head.

“Oh no, he’s definitely been here every night since last Thursday.” He looked over at you and noticed the deep frown on your face.

“Like I said, the poor kid needs help. Maybe check him into rehab.” The Irishman retorted as he gave you a little wave.

Maybe he should go there, you thought.

You pondered the idea as you helped Tom stumble out of the back door of the lounge. You found your car and helped Tom get inside, and you even made sure to buckle him in, as if he was a little child.

The drive home was silent, and Tom had fallen asleep. His head rested on the window and he was snoring slightly. Any other time this would have been adorable, and would have made your heart swell. Now, you detested him.

You pulled up to your house and helped Tom get out of the car. You thought about leaving him in the car, but it’s the middle of winter and he would freeze to death. With his arm around your shoulders, you helped lead him to the front door, unlocking it as you were met with the warm air from the heater.

Tom let go of you as he stumbled to the couch and plopped down, nearly hitting his head on the armrest. You covered him in the throw blanket that was draped over the couch, and you made sure he was laying on his side so he wouldn’t choke. He tried to sit up, but failed as he plopped back down into the couch.

It really did pain you to see him this miserable and haggard. The light in his eyes was gone which was replaced by a dull, red look. His face was slightly swollen from constantly being drunk and his mouth was in a perpetual frown.

“I’ll be right back Tom, okay? You stay here while I get you some water.” You tried to move away from the couch but Tom had grabbed onto your hand.

“Please don’t go.” He whispered, barely audible.

“I’m just going to go to the kitchen, I’ll be back in a second.” You said as he nodded, letting go of your hand as you made your way to the kitchen. You filled up a glass of water and made him a cup of instant coffee, so that his hangover won’t be as excruciating.

You walked back over to Tom, who was holding his head as he sobbed. You saw that he was holding onto a picture frame that you had on your coffee table. You recognised it as an old photo of you two from when you went on a vacation to Paris together. It was a surprise birthday trip that Tom planned, and he had just taken you to see the Eiffel Tower.

You smiled as you remembered how lovely that day was, but it was quickly replaced with a bittersweet feeling when you realised that the boy you loved then, in the photo, is different than the boy sitting in front of you.

You shook your head slightly to get the memory out of your head, as you set the cups down onto the coffee table. Tom looked up at you with teary eyes, and sniffled before muttering a little “thank you”.

“You’re welcome. Drink the coffee and the water and go to sleep. I’m going to bed now, so goodnight.” You said, making your way to the bedroom. You had babied him enough and it was nearly 1:30am, so you didn’t want to wait up to make sure he was asleep.

About thirty minutes had passed, but you couldn’t sleep. You were worried about Tom, and the worry was keeping you up. A few minutes later, you heard him rinsing out the cups in the kitchen, setting them on the counter before shuffling back to the living room. You wanted to check in on him, but decided that he’s probably okay.

It wasn't long before you heard footsteps approaching your bedroom, and you looked up to see Tom standing in the doorway. The coffee seemed to have sobered him up, as he was standing without swaying.

“Do you think we can talk? I can’t sleep.” He asked quietly, as if not to disturb you.

“I think tomorrow, erm, later today would be better, Tom. It’s 2am.” You said as you covered yourself up in your blankets, trying to hint to him that you don’t want to talk.

“Please? Just for a bit?” He pleaded, “It’ll be really short, I promise.”

“Okay fine, come here then.” You motioned for him to sit down next to you, and he did. “You have five minutes, so use them wisely.”

He took a deep breath before speaking. He looked over at you and hesitated, while you just stared at him with furrowed brows. He knew you didn’t love him anymore; it was evident in the way you treated him, and the way you looked at him with disdain in your eyes. He knew he blew it, but he was hoping he could fix things. He was determined to.

“God, well, where do I even begin? I’m sorry for being a jerk, and I’m sorry for choosing her over you. I made the wrong decision that night, and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret it. I’m still madly in love with you, and I always will be. She didn’t make me happy, not a bit. You did, and still do. I know that you’ll probably never forgive me, and maybe I deserve that, but I just wanted you to know that I still care.”

He glanced over at you, pausing before continuing.

“Do you know why she broke up with me? She knew I was still in love with you, and that it wasn’t fair to her to have my heart taken by someone else. That, and I also moaned your name multiple times during sex on many different occasions.” He grimaced, and you broke out into an awkward laughter.

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, ‘yikes’ indeed.” He laughed. “Anyway she left me, and it was the best decision for the both of us. But the reason I started to go to bars and drinking until I passed out was because I was trying to drown out the thoughts of you. It didn’t work obviously, I could never forget you. I wish I knew what to say other than sorry, but I’m sorry.” He looked down at his clasped hands in his lap, and added, “I would say more but I think my five minutes are up.”

You sat there, unable to formulate a cohesive thought. All of the words that you were dying to hear have been said, but you didn’t know how to feel. It seemed genuine and sincere, but what if he doesn’t actually mean it? He’s still drunk after all, and he knows that you’re someone who easily forgives, so what if he’s taking advantage of you?

“Say something, please, say anything.” He pleaded, but you sat there silent. After a minute of silence, you said, “I think you should leave.”

He got up from the edge of the bed, sighing before walking to the doorway.

“Right, well, um goodnight, and thank you for everything. I don’t deserve you.” He paused again, wanting to give you a minute to process what he just said.

“Oh, je ne veux pas vivre sans toi. I still remember us saying that all the time, and it still holds true. I do not want to live without you.” Tom gave you a small smile before proceeding to go back into the living room.

You sat there speechless, unsure of what to say or do. That phrase replayed repeatedly in your mind as you tried to go to sleep, but you tried to block it out. It worked for a bit, and you managed to get a few hours of sleep, but then you awoke in a panicked state.

Your mind replayed the memory in your mind, and it was torturing you. He knew how important that phrase was to you both, and it seemed like lifetimes ago when you had last heard that phrase, which was when he took you on holiday for your birthday to Paris.

« Over two years ago, Tom had surprised you to a trip to Paris for your birthday, a destination that he knew you were dying to see. The night of your birthday, he took you to the top of the illuminated Eiffel Tower. The view of Paris at night was breathtaking, and as you stood there with the love of your life, you knew there was nothing more you’d ever want.

“I have something for you.” He said eagerly as he held onto you from behind. He let go to pull a nicely wrapped box out of his coat pocket, and handed it to you.

“Tom,” you gasped, “you shouldn’t have. I thought the trip was my gift.” You said, but he nodded his head no.

“Nope, but now please open it.” He insisted and you did as you were told. You unwrapped the box and saw that it was from Cartier.

“Tom this is too expensive, I can’t accept it.” You tried to give the box back to him but he pushed it back to you.

“You haven’t even opened it yet, you don’t even know what’s inside!” He exclaimed as you rolled your eyes.

You opened the box and saw two thin gold cuff bracelets. After picking one up and admiring it for a second, you saw that there was an inscription on it inside. It read “je ne veux pas vivre sans toi.” You felt your eyes prick with tears, and Tom smiled as he wiped a tear away.

“Well, what does it translate to darling?” He asked as he held onto your waist.

“I don’t want to live without you.” You whispered back to him, smiling as he pulled you close to him.

“I still don’t understand though, why are there two of them?” You asked against his chest, and he pulled away. Tom reached into the box and grabbed one, grinning as he put it on his wrist.

“It’s for me to wear, so that we both know that we can’t live without each other.” He was crying too, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him, never wanting this night to end. »

You looked over at your phone on the nightstand near your bed to see what time it was, but you noticed a bracelet and a note that wasn’t there earlier. You picked up the bracelet and noticed that it was the Cartier cuff bracelet, but yours was buried in your junk drawer. Realizing that it was his, you saw a handwritten note underneath it, which read:

“I meant it when I said that in Paris, I love you and I don’t want to live without you.”

-Tom xx

You let out a sob as you clutched his bracelet, realising that he really did care about you, even after all this time.

You jumped out of bed and walked into the living room. Tom was snuggled up in a blanket, and his arm was hanging over the edge of the couch. His curls were in his face, and he looked peaceful. It was a stark difference from when you saw him earlier at the bar, but now he looks more like the old Tom, the one you had fallen in love with so long ago.

Carefully, in hopes of not waking him up, you put the bracelet on his arm that was hanging over the couch, but he began to stir a bit.

“Hmm, love? Is that you or Tessa?” He asked as you let a small laugh.

“It’s me.” You smiled as Tom sat up to look at you.

He grinned from ear to ear as he realised that you really were standing in front of him.

You sat down next to him on the couch, staring at the ground.

“Look,” you hesitated, “I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I’m still not sure if I can forgive you so easily. I mean, I’ve been hoping and praying that you would come back into my life and say all of these things I’ve been dying to hear you say, but now, it just doesn’t feel right. Especially since we haven’t spoken since, and I never did receive an apology from you or anything, until now. Why did you wait so long anyway?” You asked, watching as he thought of his response.

“I was a coward, that’s why. I didn’t think you’d ever want me back in your life anyways. When I asked people about how you were doing, they said you were thriving, and I didn’t want to interfere with that.”

“Wait, you asked about me?” You inquired, cutting him off.

“Of course, quite often actually.” He admitted. He half smiled and you half smiled back at him. “I didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you then, but I promise I’m going to change. For you, of course, I want to be a better man for you and you alone. I promise that on my life.” He smiled as a tear formed in his eyes. “I just want to regain your trust.”

Your eyes scanned his face, seeing if there was any indication of him lying, but you knew the words were genuine.

“Okay.” You said.

“Okay?” He questioned, a tinge of happiness laced in his voice.

“I’m willing to give you another chance, but we obviously have a lot to work on. However, I’m willing to allow you to regain my trust and try to make this work.”

He grinned, watching as you smiled softly back at him. “Love, I want to be better for you. I promise, whole heartedly. I promise I’ll protect you and never leave you, and I also promise that I won’t break your heart again.” He vowed, the corners of his eyes welling up with tears.

You grabbed his hand, him grabbing it back while he gently rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb.

“You better not.” You tearily laughed, watching his face break out into a smile.

“I won’t, I promise.”

And he kept his promise. It took some time to regain his trust, but he had shown that he could be faithful. Your relationship was smooth and happy since that night, and you had learned to accept his hectic life, fame and all. He was always besides you, checking and making sure that you were always alright.

Exactly two years later, down to the very date that you two reconciled, you and Tom got married right at the top of the Eiffel Tower, exactly where he had first told you that he couldn’t live without you. Now, he never would have to.

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mihidecet · 4 years

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SBI d&d AU: Tommy (2)

I’m back! This is the second part of Tommy’s POV for the au, and it’s directly connected to the previous part!

There is a third part coming, probably in a couple of weeks! ((I’ll be a bit busy due to Writober starting today, but I really want to keep adding to this AU! Also, if you maybe want to check out what I’ll be posting … You’ll find them on AO3, even tho they’re not mcyt related))

Also!! Soon we’ll have another character sheet! A special thanks to @spout1nk for bouncing off ideas with me about Techno’s, which will come in the future!

And as always a special thank you to @whatimevendoinhere , who is an amazing and incredible friend and also a super poggers artist!

There are slight trigger warnings for this chapter: there’s characters getting injured twice, and mentions of blood. There’s also a brief example of d&d level of violence. Let me know if I should add more or underline possible triggering parts!

Thank you all for readign and for all the wonderful support, all the follows and likes and comments! It really means a lot and it gives me so much encouragement to keep writing!

For the next couple of months, rumors of the kid that beat Technoblade - the shadow thief, the most infamous assassin of the realm - spread like wildfire.

At first, it’s just Tommy coming up with stories.

He vaguely mentions besting Techno in hand-to-hand combat, then says he’s had it since they met and it’s the reason why he was allowed into the group. One time, he states he stole it from under his nose. Another time, he tricked Techno into drinking a sleeping potion and pocketed it as he was unconscious.

His personal favourite is: one time, as they were sparring, he backflipped over Techno’s head and grabbed the knife from his very hand; Techno was so impressed by his moves that he gifted it to him out of respect. Phil wheezed so hard when he heard it that he lost his voice for almost half a day, and because of that nobody believed his story, but it was still worth - just for hearing Phil laugh.

Then one night, in a squallid tavern, Will sings the song of the young warlock who tricked the thief, sold his soul just to steal a knife, and it kicks off a whole new wave of rumors.

And everything goes perfectly well.

Everyone focuses on the rumors, the stories. Their popularity increases, their job offers multiply.

Tommy gets to show off half of his present, and get to keep what’s really meaningful all to himself.

It works perfectly well, up until it doesn’t.

With fame comes a peculiar kind of danger, one that is born from the mind of really, really dumb people that like to think that if they’re prepared enough, they might have a shot at defeating them - as if an ancient black dragon hadn’t already tried his best against them and failed.

Still, this one particular time, the whole team realises quickly that whoever is trying to get to them has come prepared.

They attack in the middle of the day, which is unusual but efficient: everyone in the team can see in the dark, so attacking at night would be useless, or even detrimental if whoever was attacking had to rely on torches.

They also attack in the middle of the street of a crowded town. Techno and Phil had realised they were being followed a couple of days prior, and they’d decided to head to the nearest village in hope of covering their tracks, or at least buy themselves some time to find out how many and who was tracking them, assuming whomever it was wouldn’t attack them out in the open.

Instead the first knife flies directly towards Phil during a late morning, while they’re looking for a place to eat. Phil dodges, then curses and raises a hand to still catch the dagger, which would have otherwise hit a farmer he had been talking with - blood splatters on the poor man’s face as Phil yells at everyone to get away.

With the crazed crowd of a Monday market, most of the team has to restrain themselves. Tommy can’t really summon a demon in public, Phil won’t be able to transform into a bear and Wilbur will have to rely on his swordmanship, instead of destroying his enemies’ eardrums and minds.

Still, it’s not like they don’t have anything else at their disposal.

The Tommy of two years prior would have never been able to survive, but while his stories of beating Techno are mostly false, the two of them have been sparring for a long time. Techno is an incredibly strict teacher, but that just means that he has more control of where his spheres of fiery eldritch power land.

He sees Phil direct a handful of people away from the danger, while Wilbur makes sure to attract most of their enemies’ attention by hurling insults at them - one of them stumbles back, hands moving up to clutch at their head as Will’s words echo inside their mind.

There’s a flash of colour, then a figure falls to the ground: Techno stands behind them for a moment before throwing one of his daggers at an incoming enemy.

Seeing him fight is always an incredible spectacle, but this time Tommy doesn’t allow himself to be distracted.

There’s nowhere to hide in the big, empty square they’re fighting in, and there are still innocent people trying to escape. Phil is expending spells left, right and centre, creating walls and shooting out healing magic in order to prevent people from dying and getting targeted - Tommy sees a figure jump in front of a cobbler, blade drawn, and then lock up, muscles freezing as Phil takes hold of his body with a clutched fist and a shaking arm. Techno swoops by a moment later, taking care of the paralyzed fool before disappearing again.

There are enemies appearing from all sides, and it gets more and more clear that this is not only a well organized group but also a group with enough money to spend on people willing to be cannon fodder for them.

Tommy keeps his distance, shoots anyone that approaches him and picks off enemies that threaten his teammates (family) whenever he can. Each time someone falls to the ground, he hears a joyful whoop ring inside his head, usually followed by an exclamation of “another one for my collection!”, and feels his strength increasing - small wisps of flames circling around him, and he knows his eyes are glowing after the fifth one.

It takes some time - there are a few moments when Tommy knows that if he weren’t so focused he would be getting bored - but eventually the number of goons approaching starts to dwindle, and then stops. Tommy only needs a quick look at Wilbur’s heaving chest, Phil’s limp and Techno’s tired frame to decide he’s going to get up close and personal to finish the last three remaining enemies.

One would think that someone, seeing a half-demon glowing with fire and shooting spheres of dark red energy, would back off with the rest of his retreating friends. Apparently that is not the case, as one of them is dumb enough to try his hand at fighting him the moment he sees him approaching the group.

And the thing is, normally Tommy wouldn’t even blink and incinerate the man, but he has been casting a lot more spells than usual in order to keep everything at bay, and he is in the process of shooting a ball of fiery energy at another dumbass cornering Wilbur - who’s clutching at his rapier with both hands, arms shaking with exhaustion.

So the attack comes out of nowhere, from his left, and he only notices the man when it’s too late: one moment he’s there, the next there’s a thin, vertical gash running from the edge of his elbow up to his shoulder.

The pain is there, but not much - he’s young, yes, but he’s also been an adventurer for a while - but then he feels a small pressure alleviating from around his upper arm.

Oh no. No no nononono-

His mind is suddenly filled with shock. Then rage, as he unleashes the ball of energy he’d been in the middle of casting right into that bastard’s face with a loud snarl - one for him, and one just a moment later straight to the leg of the bastard threatening Wilbur.

But he’s not even aware of that because this guy *just broke Techno’s friendship bracelet*.

The stranger falls to the ground silently, lifelessly, but Tommy’s already sitting down on the ground, frantically tearing at his cut open sleeve as he mutters curses to himself, tears of frustration pricking at his eyes.

A moment later a pair of hands are on his, and he looks up at Phil’s worried but reassuring eyes.

“Don’t worry Tommy, it’s just a scratch-”

“No no no you don’t get it! He- he cut the bracelet!” Tommy protests; he hates how his voice pitches up and how Phil’s eyes soften, but at that moment Techno and Wilbur join them, also looking worriedly down at his bleeding arm, and Tommy slips the bracelet free of his arm. The onyx bead is still hanging on by a thread, and the young warlock has to carefully keep the whole thing in the palm of his hand - the edges where it got cut are already undoing themselves and Tommy is so *angry* about it-

“You kept it?” Techno asks, having the gall to sound surprised, and Tommy can’t help but sputter in indignation, waving his injured hand around - because his non injured one is cradling the broken bracelet, despite the frustrated hum Phil lets out as he prevents him from cleaning the wound.

“Of course I did! What did you think, that I threw away your gift?! I might be rude but I’m not an asshole!"

"Point taken.” He mumbles back, and after a moment of quiet awkwardness Wilbur elbows him in the side. The two of them share one of those silent eye-conversations that they love to take part in, which Tommy is absolutely not jealous of. Then Wilbur claps his hands together and announces he’s going to call the guards and make sure no townsperson got injured.

Techno lets himself sit down silently as Phil grabs his arm and starts cleaning up the gash. The thief lets out a tired sigh: Tommy can see from the corner of his eye how tired he is - being the only one of the team used to up close, one on one fighting in urban streets, probably made him feel like he had to compensate for all three of them. Which is true, he indeed had, but Tommy knows he’s probably more tired from the adrenaline and anxiety that though caused than the actual fight.

“… I’m sorry it got cut up. I thought if I kept it here it would be safe.” Tommy comments at one point, while Phil is unrolling a gauze from his healing kit - the fact that he’s not using magic to close the cut is a testament to how hard that fight was. Or maybe he’s just being cautious, in case the goons change their mind and decide to come back, or in case there are more coming soon.

“I mean, we can always make another one.” Tommy’s head snaps up so fast that he almost gets whiplash.

“We can?” He asks, unable to mask the excitement and awe in his voice - it’s worth it, because it does bring a small smile to Techno’s face. Phil finished tying the bandage around his arm at that moment, letting out a huff of breath and standing up.

“After we’ve gone back to the tavern and eaten. We’re laying low for a while.” The elf states, staring both of them down as he offers Tommy a hand to help him up.

“Alright, dad.” Techno sasses, rolling his eyes, but Phil’s face just lights up and the thief instantly looks pained and regretful.

“Right, I forgot that’s not an insult to you.” Phil’s grin just gets more brighter as he pats the thief’s back and nods towards where Wilbur is approaching them, followed by a handful of guards.

“Come on, sons, let’s go get your brother.”

#sbi au #sbi dnd au #dnd au #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #ph1lza #technoblade

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anxiousbean33 · 3 years

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The Black Sails - Chapter 1 - Oh Shit a Fire

Word count - 1673

@sitting-around-and-fantasizing thank you for helping me out with alot of this <3

Slight derealization warning - Just at the end though

Summary -

The Minecraft family has to move due to the recent attacks from the dark kingdom, 7 years after the conclusion of the first war. Unfortunately, the day they had planned to move, there is a raid on their town from the Dark Kingdom, causing chaos throughout not only the town, but also Smp.

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30826130/chapters/76099421#workskin

“Wait Mumza, what's going on?” Wilbur questions pulling his old guitar out of a box, “Mum! You can't get rid of this! This was my first guitar!”

“Wilbur,” Kristin says, grabbing the guitar back, “That's the box of stuff we are keeping. We're moving to Smp in a few days, and we need to pack up.”

“What.” He stares in disbelief, “Mum, does Tommy know? You know he won't want to move. I don't want to move!”

“Ayyy seems the Big Man hates the news! HaHA! Take that Wilbur, you are gonna be stuck with me and Tubbo,” Tommy says, throwing his stuff on the couch and dragging him to the other room. “Wilbur, a bunch of other magic users will be at Smp if we go there, then we will be able to fight better! We could be like Dream! Or GeorgeNotFound!”

“Let go of me,” he responds, shoving Tommy off of him, “I don't care about becoming a hero Toms, I want to stay here and play for the town, not move to a crowded kingdom where we only know the Sparklez family.” Walking back into the living room, while Tommy walks back to his room, “Mum, what's the real reason we are moving to Smp? I know it's not to improve our magic, as you taught us really well for people without gems, So What is the real reason?”

“Wilbur…” She sighs, replying solemnly, “I know your 23 and you can move out, so I’m warning you of what's going on, but if you truly want to stay here, you can. I don't want to leave, but if you are happier here, neither me nor Phil can stop you,”

“Wait? What's going on? Something bad has happened right?” he says shocked, as Phil walks in.

“Hey Wil- Oh Kris, did you decide to tell him? Has he decided if he's coming with?”

“No! She hasn't! What's going on Mum? Dad?”

“Will…” His father says, while fidgeting like someone would attack everyone if he said the wrong things, “You know the attacks on Smp and the Towns nearby - the ones that have been happening since the dark war? They recently found out that the Dark Kingdom has risen again, and are going now by Black Sails, they are the ones behind the raids and attacks. We are headed to Smp not only to help them if they need more fighters, but also to protect Tommy.”

“No... this can't… No- There is no way that- but... I thought Blade killed their leader? How are they back?”

“I don't know Wilbs, all that's been released to the public is that they finally found out who was behind the attack's nobody knows who's leading them though.”

“Ok dad, thanks for telling me, if you need me, I’ll be packing.”

Wilbur walks back to his room and starts packing his clothes. Looking out the window, he thinks back to the story his mom told him 7 years ago about the dark war. He continues packing until he hears them. The sirens. Wilbur has never heard them so loud before, it's almost as if… Suddenly there is a loud crash that shoves Wilbur back. He stands up and sees that his door frame has exploded into flames.

“TOMMY! OH, GOD TOMMY FIRE!” He rushes to his brother's room hoping to get him out, but unfortunately the door is stuck and catches fire, “TOMMY STAND BACK I'LL GET YOU OUT!” He shouts while bashing his shoulder against the burning door, once he opens the door, he finds an empty room, Tommy was already in the house. Recognizing that he is out, the adrenaline runs out, and he starts realizing the pain in his shoulder and falls to the floor coughing, a figure rushes over to him, “Dad…?”

“Hey it's okay, c'mon, just stay awake,” a soothing voice talks to him, “My name is BBH, we need to get you out of here. You'll be okay.” He slowly looks up at the hybrid that is saving him, and his necklace that is glowing like the color of fire. “My power is fire, c'mon quickly we need to get you out of here.”

“Bad! Was there anyone in that house?” another voice shouts as Wilbur's eyes start shutting.

“Yeah! Shoot, c'mon kid stay awake! Sap he needs help immediately, his shoulder is badly burned, and he was in the hou-” Bad starts to say as Wilbur out of strength falls unconscious.

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“Oh boy... Everyone listen here! My name is H. If you don't know where your family is, head to the left. If you need to find a place to stay, head to the right. Someone should direct you to a place where you can stay for tonight, if you live here or already have a place to stay, just head straight and don't be afraid to ask for help,” says to the crowd of townsfolk flooding into the kingdom. “Oh right! If you need medical attention, head to the left and then take a right, we are trying to help as many people as possible!”

Tommy looks around trying to find any familiar face. He looks up and sees Dream talking to the announcer guy, H. Dream turns around and spots Tommy staring up at him, hops offstage and walks over to him. “Hey Tommy, sorry you were moving on a day like today, we weren't expecting there to be an attack today. Just head over to our house, it's the multi colored one you can't miss it I'll send the rest-”

“Dream, who attacked our town?”

“Wait that was you-”

“Yes Big D! It was our town!”

“Shit. Uhm okay... Fuck... that complicates things. Are you hurt? I'm still going to send you to Puffy but I’ll keep my eye out for Wilbur, Phil, and Kristin. Fuck… oh and to answer your question it was the Dark Kingdom, I’ll explain more to you and Tubbo later.” Dream starts running back to the gates to fight off the mobs that have started coming out due to the sun setting and the mass amounts of people flooding into the kingdom. H then starts to repeat his speech to the newcomers and Tommy starts walking towards the house Dream said was the Sparklez house afraid of what happened to his family.

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When Phil finally arrives in the kingdom he is also greeted by H giving his speech for what seems to be the last time, “Is this all of you? Ok that's good… if ya have a place go straight, need a place go left, right if you were separated from your family the dream team should help you with that and right if you need medical” H then yawns, “Shit- sorry I meant right for if you need a place, and left for medical and finding your family… Man I’m really tired Imma go take a nap, g’night everyone”

Phil does a quick scan around and then walks straight with his luggage to the Sparklez household, anticipating that everyone would be there already, as he stayed behind to fight some of the dark soldiers, just like in the past. He slowly opens the door and is greeted by Puffy, who is watching some cooking show with Jordan and Tommy and Tubbo asleep on the couch. “Where is Will and Kristin? I was one of the last people to arrive at Smp, they should be here by now…” he whispers to the two awake.

“Dream told me Wilbur got caught in your house when it went aflame. Bad was able to get him out, but he was severely injured and is getting medical attention now. We haven't gotten any word on where Kristin is, but Dream will let us know if they find her.” Jordan replies, pausing the show. “We just have to wait for them to find her now, hopefully they find her before the raiders. You guys have had a long day, we can talk to Eret about it tomorrow”

“I’ll probably go check on Will tomorrow then. Uh thank you again for letting us stay here…” Phil sighs, terrified of what happened to his family. “I am going to head to bed now, wake me up when you two plan to head out.” Walking up to the guest bedroom

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TW - Slight Derealization

“We need to do something… Her army is approaching, we know how to wield magic and fight without it, we can try to fight against them.” Wilbur hears when he starts waking up.

“Dad?” He says confused, he starts to open his eyes and looks around, noticing that his necklace was glowing a gold color, “My magic! Holy shit!” He stands up and starts to look around the house when he hears his parents start talking again.

“What about the kids though? If we do this, my angel, they could be put in danger.” his mothers states.

“We haven't shown anyone our magic, plus you can shift and I have my wings. We could keep our identities secret and leave to fight at night. If we don't do anything, they could get hurt more.” This shocks wilbur, didn't his parents say they never had magic? They weren't hybrids and weren't shifters and were never gifted a piece of magic jewelry, unless they were lying to both him and Tommy.

“What is going on!” Wilbur screams, trying to understand why his parents are talking like he isn't in the room, like he is invisible, like there wasn't just a fire. Irritated, he slams his hand against the table, shocking him awake.

Wilbur looks around again, and instead of being in his house perfectly fine he wakes up in a hospital. Looking down he realizes that his necklace isn't growing any more, and he has lots of bandages on him. “Will! You're awake! The doctors said you probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow, you got badly burned Wil do you remember what happened?” a voice said, he couldn't tell who it was though before he passed out once again from the pain.

#tw derealization #Kingdom of darkness au #tubbo #philza #mumza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #captain sparklez #captain puffy #hbomb #dreamwastaken #i did a thing #fanfiction #eret

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Arthur Shelby Fluff Alphabet

as requested by @beautifulfigment !

Arthur is my absolute fave, and I’ve had a few requests to do the smut alphabet for him too :)))

Warnings: some mention of arthur’s issues (PTSD, alcholism) mentions of suicide attempt

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Arthur adores your laugh, the way your whole face lights up and your eyes twinkle. He especially loves it when you’re trying to hold back laughter, rocking silently with the giggles at the most inappropriate moments (normally when Tommy’s doing one of his lectures)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He wants children. Aside from Finn, he’s the last of his siblings to have kids, even though he’s the oldest. there’s always the worry in the back of his mind, however, that he would be a terrible father, just like his own. You tell him, firmly, that that is utter bullshit, and he’d make a brilliant dad.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He is a GANGLY man, all long limbs. So long as he’s close to you, he doesn't really mind how you cuddle. His favourite way to cuddle is with his face buried in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He very rarely takes you to posh nightclubs or restaurants. They’re loud and busy, and he hates feeling like everyone is staring. Instead, he’ll take you on drives through the country, spread out a picnic blanket in a field and have a proper little picnic (thank God for Aunt Pol).

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are his little angel.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was head over heels in love with you when you kicked some bloke in the balls in the Garrison. He was behind the bar, pouring drinks, noticing the man bothering you. Until then, he had all of these feelings for you that he couldn’t put into words. But when the man tried to grab your waist, his anger flared and he was about to shout and jump over the counter when your foot made contact. You walked away as the man fell to the floor, brushing your hair out of your face, and ordered yourself a drink. Arthur simply stood staring, mouth slightly agape. Tommy grinned. “Oi, Arthur. Get the lady her drink and invite her to the pictures,”

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He is so gentle. He knows how much damage he can cause with his bare hands, so he makes every touch as light at possible. You have to tell him off eventually, saying that you’re not made of porcelain and would very much like him to hold your waist in public, as well as other public displays of affection. He also speaks much quieter with you as opposed to his normally booming voice- it often seems as though you two are in your own personal bubble as you talk

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Arthur ALWAYS grabs your hand when you walk by him, unashamed to hold it in front of everyone. You’re his girl and he loves you, so of course, he’s gonna hold your bloody hand (fuck off John, go see to your own woman). When he starts getting angry, you tend to slip your small hand into his, and it mellows him out fairly quickly. You both have a system of squeezing one another’s hands for encouragement, reassurance or a code for ‘shall we go home?’

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

That you didn’t belong in Small Heath. It was too industrial, too dangerous, too dirty for you. You seemed to innocent for the drunks and the whorehouses and the dodgy bookies like him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. If he’s sober, he’s more likely to close up and become distant as his brain goes into overdrive; what if you leave him? what if he’s simply not good enough for him?

When he’s drunk, he’s more likely to speak up, though he doesn’t throw fists straight away, unless you’re clearly uncomfortable. More often than not, the situation defuses to him holding you proudly to his side saying (rather loudly) “That’s my girl! My YN!”

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated the first kiss. he was walking you home after your second date as an official couple, and it was clear he was apprehensive about something. He eventually admitted his true feelings, how he had loved you for a long time, yet he was nervous and didn’t want to wreck it.

You cupped his cheeks in both your hands, forcing him to look at you. “You can’t wreck it, Arthur,” you had murmured. “Because I feel the same way about you,” the first kiss had been sweet, no tongue, and you stroked his cheek gently.

In general, his kisses are tender, even the chastest ones filled with passion and longing. Often, he’ll be in a rush and press hurried kisses to your cheek or forehead while you’re in the middle of getting ready.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Arthur. He’s hungover and you get him water and aspirin, before settling next to him. He grabs your waist and snuggles close, kissing you (but missing your mouth slightly) and mumbling “I bloody love you,”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When he asked you to marry him. It was by no means a perfect proposal, and it took him ages to pluck up the courage but seeing realisation and happiness spreading across your face as he got on one knee was worth every second of apprehension

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Arthur loves to spoil you... the only problem is he’s useless at picking stuff out, always worrying whether or not you’d like it. He often ends up getting Ada and Polly to help him pick something out, though he always makes sure he goes with them.

“What about that frock? She likes them pretty patterns,”

“Arthur, that’s a maternity gown,”

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

sky blue. It was the colour of the dress you wore on one of your first proper dates. He was speechless when he saw you, unable to believe how lucky he is

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Love, darling, my angel

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loves when you send him letters when he’s off for work- you never send telegrams, or use the typewriter for the notes. He keeps them in his breast pocket, and when he’s stressed, he holds the paper close to his heart, inhaling the wafts of your perfume to calm down

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Stay in bed with you, slipping in and out of sleep, All spft caresses and gentle kisses, huddled up under the blankets

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Whiskey and snow used to be his go to. But with you, he has other ways.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything with you. He’ll ask questions, genuinely curious about all sorts, cooking, your family etc... one evening you ended up showing him how to crimp the pastry at the edge of your steak pie because he asked how you got it so pretty.

He talks about work, often glossing over the worst of it. Even with the glossing over, he feels much better, like he has someone who understands how the war and the business effect him, especially as his closest brother never seems to listen

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Laying in your arms, holding your hand... generally just being close to you makes him feel calm

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You. You’re his girl, and he wants everyone to know it. If you tell someone to piss off, he’ll grin like mad, leaning to his brothers and saying ‘that’s my girl’.

He’s also proud of how far he’s come with you, how much more mellow he is as well

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes a while after you start dating, once he is certain you’re the one. He proposes on your birthday (read this!!) and you have a quiet wedding, just close friends and family, in a quaint little church. Tommy let’s you use Arrow House for the reception, and Arthur stays sober the whole night

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

‘In the Bleak Midwinter’ is every Shelby’s song.

But his song with you is Moonlight Serenade by glen miller (I know the dates don’t quite match up). He remembers being the last two in the garrison, slow dancing with you, your head on his chest as he swayed with you

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Once he is sure you’re the one, he knows he wants to marry you, and he wants to do it properly. Nothing arranged like John and esme, not because you’re pregnant like Tommy and Grace and Lizzie. He wants it to be because you love eachother deeply, wholly, truly.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Arthur wants a great big dozy dog who’ll just trot behind you and nearly knock him over when he comes through the door. He’d give it a human name too, like Dave. This makes you giggle like mad.

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who wants to read an essay about my relationship with simping/an appreciation(/simping lol) post about Will+Eret and also seperately tommyinnit that was written at 4:22 am and then added to the queue because i love the queue system also fun fact i pronounced the word ‘queue’ as ‘cc-week’ for like an entire year and idk why anyways

lets just jump into it

lol

so. if somebody was to ask me who my favorite mcyt is, i would think about it for a moment and eventually answer with either Wilbur or Eret. and i think that is purely out of simping instinct or whatever the fuck.

to start, Wilbur; the prettiest man, period. i do not take constructive criticism. he is literally gorgeous and i get so mad at him for putting himself down all the time because he doesnt deserve the shit, especially not from himself. he is 24 years old and has the lowest self-esteem out of anybody i can think of. i want to yell in his face all the time. i want to tell him simps are the same species as him, and they have REASONS to simp. if you keep seeing appreciation posts about yourself (which im sure he does) that means people APPRECIATE YOU and WANT YOU to feel APPRECIATED.

anyway, back to simping. let’s start from the top. his goddamn hair. it is, it is, and i just took a deep breath, so pretty. maybe it isnt the hair itself, probably, but the way it is done. wavy dark brown hair all floofy in the front. and he is constantly messing with it, which is THE cutest thing. when he is excited, he moves a lot, and his hair moves with him and gets messed up and ahhhcvkvyr moving on.

his face? lets start with his eyes. they are so pretty. i think my opinion on eyes is probably weird, and allow me to explain why. i never ever notice somebodies eye color when talking to them. i just dont even look. so when i am actively paying attention to somebody’s eyes, they are that much more important to me. but idk, i kinda feel like his eyes are one of the biggest factors of his face? like, he looks really pretty whether he is smiling or not, because his face doesn’t ride on his smile.

sidetrack paragraph about george: i think george is that way. he is adorable, but he is only really adorable when he is smiling. if i look up ‘georgenotfound cute’ it will be entirely him smiling, and never any other facial expression because he genuinely looks like the fucking weirdest thing sometimes when making a serious face. back to will.

i dont pay attention to noses because who even cares dude but i’m sure his nose does a good job of supporting his looks as well so good job nose

his SMILE. he doesn’t need to smile, but dude, when he does, it’s like i always used to say (and still would say) in regards to eijiro kirishima. it’s like... sunbeams, like rays of light are in his mouth and escaping when he smiles.i wonder how he keeps a star in there. because his smile literally lights up my heart. and when he tilts his head(basically all the time luckily)? so goddamn pretty. pretty man. pretty.

that brings us to his neck, which is- no, kidding, but i do want to talk about his vocal chords! firstly his speaking voice, which i guess as an american it hits different for me because of the accent. but- i dont think i can put it into words. but the way he puts thoughts into words-(lol) idk, his voice is just really sweet. and his SINGING VOICE, here we go.

so he sings, duh. and i- holy fuck. he just sounds good, you know? he is a good singer. i want to put my emotions simply this time. he sings well, and he sounds good. a pretty voice for a pretty man. i cant even try to elaborate.

basically the only other thing of my concern is his fucking yellow sweater? or jumper or whatever the fuck? and his beanie? on his body? damn. i am genuinely attached to that sweater. it just looks good, ok? it does.

oh yeah, and he’s hella fucking tall. 6′5? are you kidding? you couldn’t have at least been short so we could make fun of you?

oh yeah and his laugh-

it is now 4:53 am and a bitch is tired but i have an entire fucking train of thoughts and they must be somewhere before they slip away

the next part- Eret. i adore Eret. so incredibly much. and let me start this by saying i’m going to consistantly call him a he, because he doesn’t care and so that makes it easier for me. ok? ok.

he is the opposite of Wilbur in this one regard, confidence. and self-esteem. eret loves himself. that attitude spreads. look, not only is he like the #1 bicon in the world as far as i’m concerned, but he also actively fucks gender roles any day. strawberry dress pog? strawberry dress pog.

but seriously, he rocked the strawberry dress. and the suit, though i missed that stream. he rocks his crown, his sunglasses, just anything he puts on. and don’t get me started on the BOOTS

(im started on the boots) so firstly the heel boots, the first ones he got. when i first saw clips, my only thought was something like ‘woah.’ or maybe ‘damn.’ at that point i didn’t know much about him, just that he looked STELLAR in those boots (and the betrayal and shit yknow) and the PLATFORMS DUDE

the platforms are the same but moar tall, which is incredible. oh and now back to strawberry dress- have you seen him twirl? the twirl? hello? have you seen it? you must.

also i havent even talked about HIM yet. hove you seen that picture of him with a bird on his shoulder? he is facing the bird, i think looking at it, with a wide smile across his face. and it is so pretty. he has the prettiest smile.

also today i was looking for flour at the store place and a clip of him was playing in my mind- he was doing like an announcer voice, like in every superhero movie trailer- and he was just coming up with something to say, and what he ened up saying was ‘in a world... where.... cookies.... are made of pringles’ and OMFG its making me laugh even now. like of absolutely anything, that was the example he made. just thinking about it is making me smile.

speaking of, have you heard his voice? his normal voice is really really deep anyways, but he has crazy range- he can effortlessly(i originally wrote effortly and when i noticed i laughed because i am so fucking tired bfv9wuocl) go from like an elmo impression (and a good one) to a just REALLY low voice, lower than his normal low voice.

AND HIS SINGING VOICE! he doesn’t like actually make music like wilbur but on that one stream where he did kareoke (how the fuck is it spelled) with fundy and his voice is SO LIKE its deep and its just pretty and i never want to hear normal sweater weather ever again, just him singing it.

i think this is where i’m done with eret- it is 5:18 now, and a BITCH IS TIRED but i need to finish this while i’m still feeling this wayy or i’ll never finish it, i know this from experience.

and now it’s tommy time

the og reason i decided to make this an actual post . but i had to explain the simping thing before i got into my thoughts about tommy.

but let me start this with just saying yes, i love him. he is a big man and i want him to be happy. which is the topic for today’s discussion, AHEM.

so tommyinnit, right? he is 16, which is why i do NOT simp.i dont care that im also a minor, i wouldn’t do anything to make him feel uncomfortable, ever. in any world. never. because look- i dont know how to put it, but tommy is SIXTEEN. still young and impressionable and all that junk. and he is a fairly fucking famous twitch streamer. he does that almost daily.

what i’m saying is i dont want him to get hurt. him, and tubbo too. they are a part of the world, part of the public, all the time. don’t you think that is stressful? do you guys remember his haircut stream? on the day of his haircut? and chat was making fun of him for it, and wilbur was making fun of him for it. that is how i express affection, with my real friends as well. playful bullying. but at some point while Will was teasing him, he says something along the lines of ‘yeah, the big man hasn’t been having too great a day’ or something like that, and dude, my heart dropped.

a. he had mentioned earlier that he didn’t want to stream the day of his haircut because hair is always weird that first day, but since he hadn’t streamed in a good bit he felt obliged to. i dont really.. idk, i dont really like that. i dont want him to have to put himself in uncomfortable situations because he feels like he needs to for us. i don’t think that is healthy.

and b. chat and wilbur were bullying him. good-naturedly, but still, when he mentioned he had been having a bad day, the chat turned around and instantly started yelling shit like ‘AHHHH SORRY BIG MAN YOUR HAIR IS FINE’ and when Wilbur kept teasing him (you fucking beautiful bully man fuck off) yelling stuff like ‘WILBUR QUIT WE ARE H U R T I N G HIM’ and ‘WILL STFU HES HAVING A BAD DAY’ so im glad we all want him to feel ok

but still, it cannot be healthy. when i first got into MCYT, i though tommy was fucking loud and annoying. and he is! he is. but that is a big part of why i like him so much. and everyone jokes about him being a child, because he is, but i choose to not say stuff like that in chat just because i want him to be happy. those jokes are fun, but i want him to be happy. and he is happier when not being called a child.

im not attacking you, do whatever the fuck you want. i dont know why i feel the need to protect him or whatever, if he read this he would probably think i was hella creepy. i just- listen, i just want him to be happy. i just want him to smile and laugh. i sound SO GODDAMN CREEPY but- as ive said- i just want him to be happy.

is this literally just what having a comfort streamer is? am i not crazy? does everyone experience this? and can we talk about tommy’s playlist it’s literally so sweet and bubbly compared to his personality and i love that. and the song he always plays at the start of stream and always like buzzes along to? that moment in time is my very favorite.

it is 5:44-

#simp #like im literally the biggest simp #mcyt #dream smp #wilbur soot #the_eret #tommyinnit

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