#like I think if you asked q to his face after Dream’s escape if he regretted the torture he’d still say hell no

[disfrutalakia]

Imagine q!Pac an q!Mike going back to the favelas in hopes of finding their family and their son, but instead seeing f!Cell standing at the middle of the favelas.

Or in which I couldn't sleep and wrote this so my brain could have peace.

(Tw Panic Attack, but they are very brief)

They were tired, not only physically but also mentally, specially mentally probably. So they simply refused to leave the murder arena for 3 days, 3 days where Pac had to hold Mike during his nightmares, hearing his friend calling desperately for Walter Bob at least most nights, In some of them Mike called Pac name and woke up right after, giving just a single look at his best friend’s face before tears would start to fill his eyes, mind plagued by nightmares that Pac couldn’t even imagine.

Mike had never been very emotional, he wasn’t cold but, the men just preferred to push his emotions down but this time they were too strong and with too many memories attached, Pac knew his friend better that he knew himself and he knew that without a doubt Mike was blaming himself for what happened with Walter Bob, which didn’t help with the tendencies of self-guilty that the men already had, Pac could only be there for him right by his side, the same way he always was.

That wasn’t to say that Pac himself didn’t have nightmares, but they were mostly of the past, he had dreams of sharp teeth dripping with blood while an agonizing pain went up his body, he dreamed about the dead eyes of Jv in the floor of that bloody cell, they were dreams that stopped having years ago, but recently they came back with full force.

Sometimes they would hear voices around the arena, people looking for clues or just being given a tour by Richarlyson, they could reach out at those moments but they didn’t want to let their… friends, see them in that condition, with dark eyes from lack of sleep and puffy eyes from crying. The only reason they decided to leave when those 3 days were over was because Mike was fucking fuming, he had decided to stop being sad and now he was just pissed, ready to overthrow the federation! But baby steps, first they needed to go talk with their friends so with their communicators they asked for everyone who was awake to go meet them at the favelas, immediately people started to aske questions, if they were okay, Pac just answered that they would explain everything once they were at the favelas.

Usually they would like to go by train, but they needed to get there fast so teleporting was the best option, in seconds they were at the main plaza from the favela, standing there was…

- Hey, had fun at prison without me?

All Pac could see in front of him was Cell, in his bloody orange jumpsuit looking at him and licking his lips, Pac could only retreat until his knees hit the fountain and he was made to go to the floor, his breath shallow and his heart going way to fast

- Get away from him Cell! – Mike put himself in front of Pac, trying to shield his friend from danger.

Cellbit looked confused, they interacted just fine nowadays, they held no real grudges for what happened years ago (okay maybe he did a bit, but he pushed that feeling down, just like his therapist had taught him!)

- The fuck is happening over there?– Forever’s loud voice made itself present, he carried at his lap an excited Richarlyson while Bad came right after him.

- I don’t fucking know man – they could hear a very faint “language” being said but they ignored it – I went to say hello to Pac asking if escaping had been more fun without me being there to get in their way and he just… collapsed, and Mike got mad at me.

- Fuck… I think I know what’s going on – he turned to the demon behind him, who today had his long blonde hair out, which was a very common sight when Forever was around – Bad do you mind taking Richas to StarBobby? We kinda need to have an adult talk.

The kid went from his dads arms to his uncle’s, clearly unhappy since he wanted so bad to see his dad Pac and dad Mike.

- I will talk to you later okay? – Forever whispered to Bad, who just did an okay with his head before squeezing Forever’s hand in a gesture of comfort.

- I think I know what happened here.

- Great cause I don’t!

- Think a bit Cellbo, they just came from prison, where for sure a lot of traumas were relived and seeing you – Forever felt a bit awkward, he didn’t want to make it sound like it was his friends fault, but there wasn’t a better way – In their eyes right now, you probably look…

- Like the asshole that tried to kill them – Cellbit sighed, tired just from hearing those words – Look, I’m gonna go back to the castle okay? I will just ruin everything if I stay.

Forever heart ached for all his friends, with such complicated pasts that were interlined, no wonder they sometimes seemed awkward around each other.

- Want me to tell Richas to go with you?

- No, no, you were taking him on a playdate with Dapper, I don’t wanna get in the way, I will just ask Roier to come back with me.

- Alright, take care.

And with that Cellbit disappeared in a purple cloud.

Forever approached the two that were on the floor, Mike had his hand at Pac’s shoulder and they talked in whispers, whatever had happened at that prison hadn’t been good.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp cellbit #qsmp forever #qsmp richarlyson #a bit of implied 4 halo maybe? #anyway I couldn't sleep withou writing this so have fun

[dreamsclock]

Super hero prompt: (I dunno how to write prompts)

Dream and Tommy are teammates, after a mission goes terribly wrong, dream is Injured and Tommy has to protect him while getting away from the bad guys/or heroes. The only reason Tommy and dream escape is because he has sand in his pockets.

Previous. Comes after Tommy following Dream to the scene of the crime, only to find him badly beaten by a group of heroes. Determined to save his friend despite the situation, Tommy runs with Dream. They confront each other in the next chap :)

warnings: blood, injury, violence, threats of death and injury, general tommy swearing

“Take off your coat.”

Bleeding out, half-unconscious, and slumped over Tommy’s back, Dream only lets out a groan, as if Tommy’s lost his mind. “Why? ‘S cold.”

“It’s the middle of June, man.”

“Heatwaves been faking me out.” And then, when it gets a disdainful scowl from his younger companion— “‘S the DNF song. You don’t know it?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Tommy demands, “actually, don’t answer that. Don’t have all day. Just take off your fucking coat, alright?”

Dream complies numbly, lips and face pale, and it’s then that Tommy realizes his companion-in-crime is actually not doing good, like, at all. Uncoordinated hands and clumsy slurred speech are never great signs when dealing with a wound as large as the one on Dream’s shoulder, and no matter how hard he tries to stop the bleeding, blood keeps soaking through the coat Tommy presses against it. With a little moan of pain, Dream staggers, and almost brings Tommy down with him.

(His skin is warm. Clammy. Tommy is struck by a sudden panic.)

Slapping Dream’s face roughly gets him only a grumble in response. “Oi,” he snaps, “don’t go falling asleep on me, dickhead. Not after everything we’ve just been through. Stay focused on me, yeah?”

“I am focused on you,” Dream complains through gritted teeth, as they stumble down a side street and into the shadowy ally, “your breath. It stinks.”

…Tommy debates leaving him behind, he really does. It’s not like he really needs Dream, after all. He can run the bookshop Dream owns downstairs, and he can pay rent, and he can look after Patches just fine, thanks, no matter what Dream says. But his hands grip the supervillain tighter, refusing to let go, and when they round a corner into another street and come face to face with Goldenwings, Tommy’s first instinct is to shield Dream behind him.

Goldenwings only laughs. “What, did you really think you were gonna outrun me?” He asks, amused. “With him weighing you down? Give him up, Tommy. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Tommy grits his teeth, mentally checks his power reserves— shit. Shit. He’s all out. It’ll take him a few hours to recharge enough to use them, and he doesn’t have a few hours. Dream is unresponsive from behind him, and he can’t help but fear the worst. “Go to hell, Big Q. Just let us fuckin’ go, alright? Or— Or I’ll kill you. I swear to fucking God.”

“How are you gonna do that when you’re all gooped up?” Comes a chipper voice from behind him, and Tommy tries to turn, but finds his feet and legs coated with a sticky green substance he knows with sinking fear is slime. Goldenwings laughs, gold tooth glinted in the light from the nearby building, as Slimecicle comes to his side. “I think my gloop stains. Sorry!”

“Good job, Slime,” Goldenwings grins, but his eyes never leave Tommy, “now, I think it’s time we had a little chat while your buddy bleeds out. How about it?”

Tommy feels cold, and then—

Dream shifts behind him, coughs, once. It’s weak, but stubborn, and it’s enough to convince Tommy that his friend will make it. Dream’s hand pushes fabric and a strange grainy substance into his pocket, and Tommy has to literally pause to stop himself squirming in disgust. What the fuck?

And Goldenwings is monologuing, as per fucking usual — the hero loves the sound of his own voice, almost as much as Tommy loves his own — and it buys Tommy just a few moments. Heart hammering in his chest, the teenager rips the grain from Dream’s pocket and hurls it as hard as he can at Goldenwings’ face. The hero stops, blinking, rubbing his eyes and spluttering incoherently. At least it had shut him up.

“Did you just… throw sand at me?” Goldenwings asks in disbelief. “You’re kidding me here.”

Tommy searches for a frantic excuse. “Was all I had,” he admits, with a desperately cheery smile, “dropped all my big scary knives running away from you crazed madmen with bigger, scarier knives. But!” He adds, improvising. “It’s not just any sand. You don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen next.”

Goldenwings’ lips curl into a mean sort of smile. The scar running through his eye crinkles and squeezes.

“This is what I think is gonna happen next,” he says, “this is exactly what I think is gonna happen next. You’re gonna take a walk with me to meet with my co-heroes about why exactly you decided to side with the greatest villain threat to our city. And Dream…”

Goldenwings crouches, at Dream’s head. The supervillain is barely conscious, but he’s smiling anyway, through clenched teeth and drifting vision. Tommy feels a stab of pity amidst his growing fear and panic. Dream had already been ugly before. He’ll be even more ugly with a broken nose.

“What’s so funny?” Goldenwings asks sweetly, sickly sucrose pouring into his words. It’s clear he knows he’s won. “Laughing at the idea of your own fuckin’ death? You know what— it is kinda funny, I’ll say it! It’s pretty fucking good to have you where you belong!”

“Quackity,” Dream breathes, words wheezy and hoarse, “you’re such an idiot. You’ve always been such an idiot.”

And Tommy has time to watch Goldenwings’ face shift, from confidence to uncertainty to surprise to horror, before the ground erupts. Blue light spills out from under the four of them, Slimecicle and Goldenwings thrown to one side while Tommy finds himself sprawling against a building with Dream, blanketed by the same blue light that brightens up their whole area. There’s the sound of wings fluttering, and thunder rumbling, and Tommy’s heart is in his mouth—

Before it all fades away again. The ground restores itself. The blue glow disappears. All that’s left is a bored looking man hovering two inches off the ground, cross-armed and unconcerned. His glasses are red and blue — a strange combination — but when Tommy squints at them, his head aches, like if he looks too closely, he’ll see something he’s not supposed to.

…Squinting at any of the man has the same effect. Tommy’s unease grows.

Dream is still grinning, wider now, a delirious madman. “George,” he says like a prayer, “hi.”

‘George’ rolls his eyes. What would you do without me? He replies smugly, but his voice echoes with the history of a thousand universes, burrows into Tommy’s brain like rats into cheese. And when he turns to Goldenwings and Slimecicle, something in George lengthens, stretches, breaks open. His smile is a terrible thing. Predatory. Mean.

Goldenwings steps back. His eyes are wide. “George—”

“Quackity.” The word vibrates and makes the ground rumble. Bye.

The two heroes slump to the ground. They’re asleep even before they know what’s happened. Dream wheezes out something that might have been a laugh, under any other circumstance, and when Tommy bends to pick him up, the villain’s eyes are shiny. Fond.

“George—” Dream breaks into a rattling cough, blood staining his shirt and skin, but his grin doesn’t fade. “Meet Tommy. Tommy—”

“Yeah. You’ve got some fuckin’ explaining to do, big man.”

“Tommy,” Dream says, “meet the God of Dreams.”

#> diskduo superrivals au #> c!diskduo #> diskduo #> that one clock guy #> mr plot armour innit #> vegas disaster #> sleeping beauty #tw blood #tw injury #tw wounds #tw death #> writing !! #> sparrow’s writing !!

[artigooduwu]

Oh how I try to find you

(part 1)

you bit your lip, chewed on your tongue, gripped your arms, and chewed on the inside of your mouth till it bleed. You stayed quiet for a long time, possibly “to long” you thought as you watched the Orange hair walk last you with Big Q.

You shut your eyes, looked at your feet, and messed with your sleeves as you walked the opposite of their direction. You kept your eyes on him though until it was impossible for you to see him. You wondered if things would have still been this way if you just gotten over your own fears.

You slowly walk into Lmanburg after a ling day. Your ears perk up at the sound of Fundys voice and Tommys laughter followed by lectures from Wilbur. You turn to see the trio sitting near the drug van. Fundys face turned to see the entrance of Lmanburg but you were already gone.

You closed your eyes, chewed on your fingers, and scratched at your skin. You waited for Sapnap, Dream and George to run past and out your way on the Prime path but as you did you didn’t see Fundy looking out of Lmanburg. He suck into himself when he saw you walking away Wilbur and Tommy came up behind him to ask why he had run away so randomly. “I don’t get it! they’re always here by this time every day to drop stuff off!” fundy said frustration laced with his sadness. “I even double checked with Niki just to be sure…” fundy sighed out. “Well maybe we will see them later? Don’t give up just yet Big guy!” Tommy tried his best to reassure him as Wilbur checked the entrance again trying to see if you were there. Fundy put a fake smile on his afce trying not to lose hope so quickly while nodding to whatever Tommy had said.

You walked into church prime smiling at Ponk and Sam who had noticed you straight away taking you over to see something they had been planning on doing together. You quickly skimmed over it to see the small drawings and finally bringing yourself to read it fully as the sounds of the water in church prim helped you relax. In your destination focused on some of the cute drawings ponk had put on a few of the pages you almost didn’t hear and recognize 3 voices talking outside church prime.

Sam walked over to them and said hello to them all asking what they were doing. As they were distracted talking to Sam and eachother you signaled Ponk as you planned your escape. Ponk walking to stand next to Sam to block any possible view of you. As you ran behind Tommy, Wilbur, and Fundy you made eye contact with Ponk and Sam signaling what you were doing both understand what was going on immediately. “Well actually im looking for my friend! I know they come over here a lot!” Fundy said sheepishly watching as sam and ponk looked like they were thinking. “You uh wouldn’t happen to have seen them have you?” Fundy stuttered out. “Are they the quiet one?” Sam asked “oh! uh Y/N was it?” Ponk added on. Fundy perked up at the sound of your voice tail wagging a bit “Yes! thats them!” Fundy said smiling. Ponk and Sam couldn’t help but give a small smile back “Well im afraid you just missed them…” Sam said apologetically “Sorry kid” Ponk said giving a sad smile. “oh uh- okay” Fundy said once again looking down obviously not pleased by the knews. Once again Tommy tried to comfort him while Fundy tried to think of another solution. “Well they cant be that far right?” said Wilbur dragging Tommy and Fundy along trying to find what seemed to be the ghost of you…

#fundy x reader #fundy #Dsmp #lmanburg #dream smp x reader #Dream #sapnap #george not found #Awsamedude #Ponk #Wilbur #x reader #fanfic #dsmp fanfic

[kasey-writes-stuff]

I'm always down for lee!George and ler!Dream 😬

Careful cuddles leading to domestic bliss

It had been around a month or two since George had finally made it to America and since Dream has face revealed! They took the first few days to just calm down and settle into the house and then did the face reveal and posted the meet up vlog and after that went to twitchcon! After all that and a few meet ups with some friends they all decided to just take it slow and not do much for a few weeks apart from some streams. Sapnap was currently in his office playing and streaming valorant with punz as Dream and George sat cuddled on the couch.. It had taken a few weeks for them to get like this, George not being one to initiate contact and Dream being ever worried about crossing peoples boundaries..

It had started around the second week in the three of them were up til around two A.M. watching some anime sapnap had insisted on showing them when George had begun to grow tired as did Dream.. Dream noticed George beginning to doze off and lightly nudged him “Y-you um you can lay down on the couch if you want” George flinched softly at the nudge “hmm? O-oh um I…” Dream flushed softly “W-well I mean if if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to lay your head on me you could put your feet here instead or you you don’t have to lay down at all I mean it’s fine we can just have sapnap turn it off and we finish it tomorrow” George flushes softly as well glancing at dreams lap a yawn escapes him and he glances up at dream “I… no it’s fine I’m uh I’m fine with laying my head on your lap…” And so George ever so softly lays his head on dreams lap and at first he doesn’t even have his full weight on it but eventually he grows so sleepy it starts dropping more and more, Dream can’t help but be enamored by this moment he’s dreamed of simplistic moments like this with his two best friends for years and now it’s actually happening.. Before he’s fully registered what he’s doing as he gets back into the show slightly, one of his hands has found place in George’s hair as his other draps over his midsection… His hand lightly caresses through George’s hair getting out small knots as he does so, George flinches softly at first and dream quickly glances down and pulls his hand out “o-oh sorry sorry i um sorry I didn’t realize…” George waves him off softly “n-no s fine you can *yawn* keep going” Dream nods “o-okay” so they stay like that about twenty minutes before Dream himself as fallen asleep… Sapnap rolls his eyes softly shutting off the TV and grabbing a couple blankets he places one over George and one over dreams shoulders and needs to bed….

After that night Dream slowly began initiating touch with George more and more small head pats of teasing over his shortness compared to Dream, more hugs, simple moments of cuddling together but these times nearly zero hesitation and no need for either to ask to cuddle or lay on the other… Dream was in pure bliss such domestic moments were probably some of his favorite moments… So we fast forward back to the current domestic moment of bliss… Dream and George were cuddling as per usual watching some Disney movie Dream threw on mostly as background noise and they idly chatted about the plans for the next few weeks seeing as Karl, Foolish and Quackity were coming to stay.. “So basically just wanna do IRL streams during their visits?” George questions, Dream nods “Yea I figure it’ll be easiest and I figure Punz will come over as well so I just don’t think it’d be easy to find a what seven player game?” George nods “yea okay so what will we do?” Dream shrugs “I don’t know I figure maybe a Q&A, maybe get some fans to send in some truth or dares, it would be a mess but we could do a cooking stream” George laughs softly “seven people in the kitchen trying to cook?” Dream laughs softly as well “Yea I know it’s crazy but it would be funny” George nods “yea I guess the mess would be worth it” Dream nods “mhm so I guess that’s settled” George nods “I suppose so”

They go back to watching the movie this time more intently, so much so Dream begins tracing idle shapes on George’s side not realizing it until he notices George squirming and looks down at him curiously and then looks to his hand and notices what he’s doing… he smirks softly deciding to continue and see just how long until George stops him… He continues the simple shapes on his sides a few minutes with no complaint from George just squirms and hitches of breath but once Dream begins moving towards George’s ribs George freezes holding a breath and Dreams eyes widen before narrowing like a predator who’s about to capture their prey… He pauses his movements and George waits a few moments before letting out his breath and settling back down… That’s when Dream strikes!

He doesn’t start scribbling or squeezing though he doesn’t wanna do too much or take it too far too quick so he simply begins tracing George’s lowest rib bone but the reaction is instant! George squeaks and begins squirming fully and giggling! “Eek! Drehehahhammm whhihiyyy!” Dream laughs softly “well I started tracing your side not realizing at first what I was doing until I saw you squirming and so I just decided to see how long I could do it until you’d ask me to stop and you didn’t so I moved up and noticed you freeze so I waited for you to unfreeze before starting here, why? Well it’s just fun and cute, do you want me to stop?” George blushes brightly “yoourrhehehe suhuhcchh ahahnnn ihihoddihihioohohtt! B-buhuhuttt nohoho yooouuuu dohohonnttt hahavvehehehe tohoho stohoppp… Ohohonnllyyy behehecchahauhihussshehee yoourrrhehe hahahvvihihinngf fuhuhunn!” Dream rolls his eyes knowingly “sure George only because I’m having fun, can I up it to lightly scribbling or no?” George bites his lip softly on contemplation “ihihi ihihi guhueehehsss fohohohorrr ahha fehewww mihihinnuhttheehehsss b-buhuttt plehehasshehee stohohppp whehehnnn ihihi shahayy?” Dream nods firmly “of course George the second you utter the word stop I will!” George nods softly and so Dream wastes no time scribbling softly up George’s ribs!

George jumps squeaking again louder giggles pouring out “Eek! NahahHAHAHAHA DRHEhehehhahahammm!” Drema smirks “yes George? Hmm? What’s up does it…” he leans close to George’s ear “tickle?” George squeals not expecting dreams breathe on his ear or the feeling of his hair grazing it! He quickly brings his arm up rubbing his hand against his ear “EEP NAHAHA DOHOHNNTTT!” Dreams eyes widen in shock “okay I’m definitely going to keep that in mind for the future!” Dreams hand moves to George’s upper ribs and his giggles increase even more as does his squirming, the slow and gentle tickles have started to become almost maddening George debates asking for rougher quicker ones but his pride won’t allow it so instead he calls stop “AHAHA NAHA IDHIHTTT ohohkkahhayyy ohohokkkahhyyy stohohppp! PLEEHEAHAHSSEE!” And so true to his word Dream immediately stops, he switches to firmly rubbing his hand on George’s ribs to dispel the left over ghost tickles.. George takes in small breathes of air turning himself onto his back smiling dazily, Dream looks at him his fave flushed softly hismelf smilimg dazily as well… this will definitely have to become a normal thing and something he needs to explore more… Suddenly he’s pulled out of his thoughts by a poke to his side making him jump and look at George who’s smirking with eyes shining with mischief “So you’re ticklish too hmm?” Dreams blush turns bright red as he clears his throat “s-so um what do you think of the movie?” George rolls his eyes deciding he’ll do at least a small investigation into that later “it’s alright I guess for a movie about singing cats or whatever” Dream rolls his eyes as he scoffs “whatever I’m sure you just couldn’t fully appreciate it with all your giggling” George flushes and sits up and then stands up “so um you hungry I can go make us something” Dream laughs sitting up then standing up as well “oh no you’re not last time you tried to cook you forgot to turn the oven off and nearly burnt the house down! Come on I’ll make us something” he grabs George’s hand and so off to the kitchen they go, the movie lays abandoned but I have a feeling that it may become one they watch rather often…

The end

#Kasey writes stuff #kasey rambles #asks #mushiewrites #lee!george #ler!dream

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 349

McCoy

McCoy was warm and happy and comfortable wrapped up with Scotty in his bed. Why couldn’t they just stay like this? He could reach over, turn out the light, close his eyes…

A tiny sigh escaped as he leaned his forehead against Scotty’s. He brought a hand up to run through Scotty’s hair. He could nearly feel the other boy's heartbeat as their chests were pressed together.

“Do you think Spock and Jim’s bond feels like this?” McCoy whispered.

Scotty’s face turned thoughtful. “Ye think we have a bond?”

McCoy nodded against Scotty’s head. He brought his hand down from Scotty’s hair and got it between them, over Scotty’s heart.

“Wouldn’t you say that’s what this is?”

“Aye,” Scotty said slowly, “I suppose it must be.”

McCoy brushed a kiss across Scotty’s lips.

“But they can reach each other even when they aren’t together,” Scotty added.

“I bet that’s nice,” McCoy said softly.

“Are ye sure?” Scotty grinned. “Would ye want me to be able to be in there all the time?” He tapped the side of McCoy’s head. McCoy chuckled as Scotty kissed him on the forehead.

“Ok, true,” McCoy admitted. “But more than just a light on a ring… It’d be nice to be able to send a comforting thought or feeling…”

“Aye, that would be worth it.”

McCoy snuggled closer to Scotty. Anytime now they’d be interrupted and Scotty would have to head for his own room… Another small sigh escaped McCoy at that. Somehow he knew even if they went to Pike and asked, the answer would be no, they’d have to keep their room assignments.

“I’ll marry him and then no one can separate us…”

Scotty stiffened next to him, before pulling back to see McCoy’s face.

“What?”

McCoy’s eyes widened. Had he said the thought out loud? No… he’d just thought it hadn’t he? His face heated, as he looked at Scotty’s confused expression.

“What?” McCoy said weakly.

“Did ye just…?”

“I- I- did I say that out loud?”

“Aye,” Scotty said in a solemn voice.

The heat on McCoy’s face intensified and seemed to make his whole body hot. He swallowed. Oh lord what was Scotty thinking? He squirmed on the bed. Would Scotty laugh at him for thinking so far into the future? They were still so young…

“I- I’m sorry,” McCoy mumbled, “I didn’t mean to—”

“I’d say yes,” Scotty said softly, before placing another kiss on his forehead.

“What?” McCoy was the confused one now.

“I can’t say I haven’t had the thought too, love.” Scotty turned red now as McCoy watched. “But we’re too young.”

McCoy thought he almost saw sadness in Scotty’s eyes, but he wasn’t sure.

“Says who?”

“Mo ghràdh…”

“I know, I know,” McCoy said softly.

A knock sounded on the door, and McCoy sighed. Scotty pushed forward and peppered his face with kisses before pulling back to get up.

“Just a minute,” McCoy called to the door.

McCoy lay on his back staring at the ceiling long after he could tell Spock was asleep. Heat flushed his face again as he remembered what he had said aloud in front of Scotty. He had meant it, but he definitely hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He really hoped he hadn’t freaked Scotty out…

But Scotty had said he’d say yes…

McCoy’s heart beat faster. They’d both be of age in the next few months, what could stop them?

He sighed. Too many things could stop them. He suddenly remembered they hadn’t even known each other a whole year. His eyes widened in the dark. It felt like Scotty had always been at his side… McCoy let out a couple heavy breaths. He always wanted Scotty at his side.

He rolled onto his side. The other half of his pillow smelled like Scotty. A smile spread across his face as McCoy finally closed his eyes. A few moments later he was asleep.

Part 350

Scotty

He lay in bed, wide awake. Scotty’s thoughts were still with Leonard. Next to him. In his bed. Cuddled together.

Leonard had really talked about marriage. He had really said out loud that he’d marry him!

Scotty still couldn’t believe it. It almost seemed like a dream. The most amazing and beautiful one he had ever had.

But… Leonard had also seemed quite embarrassed after saying it. Was it only because he hadn’t meant to say it out loud? Or maybe he had his doubts? After all, it was just so crazy! They weren’t even of age yet!

Scotty couldn’t tell for sure how serious the prince had been about it. All he knew was that if Leonard would really ask him, he definitely said yes. It hadn’t been a lie. The Scotsman wanted nothing more than to be at his love’s side forever and ever.

The fingers of his left hand softly touched the ring on his right hand’s finger. Maybe they’d actually exchange these handmade rings for real engagement rings one day. Or… maybe they already were their engagement rings?

Scotty smiled dreamily at the thought of Leonard and him being married and having a house. A place just for them. With a big garden. And lots and lots of peach trees. A place where they could just hide from the world. No reporters. No worries. No cares.

And when Scotty drifted off to sleep, his mind was filled with all these perfect images.

For now they were dreams, but maybe someday when they were older… they’d turn into reality.

"I don't mind at all that we don't have time alone together after class today. I could watch ye swim for hours."

Scotty let his finger run over Leonard's exposed torso.

"Oh really? That makes me feel better."

Leonard grabbed the Scotsman's hand and kissed it gently. A smile was on his lips.

They were still alone in the pool hall, but Scotty knew that at any moment the other members of the team and a few classmates would show up.

When the door opened, Scotty quickly stole one last kiss before heading to the bleachers and sitting down.

Quickly, everyone had gathered and practice could begin.

"Alright gentlemen, today we're going to have some practice races. So I want you at your best!"

Archer was determined to win the competition against the opposing school. So far, the Academy had come out on top every year. And it was likely to stay that way.

"Mr. McCoy and Mr. Blaten, you begin!"

Scotty couldn't help but smile as Leonard climbed onto the starting block and winked at him. The Scotsman blowed a kiss over to his boyfriend before Archer gave the start signal.

"On your marks, get set... go!"

Leonard and Aaron Blaten jumped into the water and the competitive swim began.

Scotty sat tensely in his seat and watched as the two team members went head-to-head.

"Leonard! Come on!"

Jim cheered on his friend from the sidelines and Scotty also called Leonard's name. In the final meters, the prince took the lead, hitting the rim first with his hand.

A cheer went up through most of the team. Only a few of Aaron's friends weren't too thrilled. Of course. After all, he had always been the best swimmer before Leonard had joined the team.

Scotty was grinning up to his ears as Leonard passed him to get to the benches where the swimmers could rest.

But it quickly disappeared as Aaron's voice rang out.

"You cheated!"

Leonard turned around and looked at his team member.

"What?"

Aaron stared at him angrily and walked slowly toward the prince.

"You cut short on the last lap! You didn't swim to the end!"

Scotty felt his protective instinct activate and he stood up, almost going to the edge of the pool. But Spock held him back.

"Aaron, you know that's not true," Leonard said calmly.

"Mr. Blaten."

Archer's warning voice echoed through the room.

"Of course it's true! I suppose you think you can get away with anything just because you're the prince."

Aaron was now standing right in front of Leonard, but he would not get into an argument.

"If you say so."

Leonard turned away to avoid the confrontation, but Aaron reacted mindlessly.

He shoved the prince and he slipped, hitting his head on the ground before falling into the water.

"Leonard!"

Scotty immediately ran to the pool, but Spock was faster.

He jumped into the water with a headlong dive and dove into the red-colored water.

Scotty's eyes searched the water in panic. Blood. Why was there so much blood?! Oh God!

"Leonard!"

Scotty barely noticed other members of the team pulling Aaron away from the edge of the pool.

It took what felt like an eternity for Spock to reappear and pull Leonard with him.

Scotty knelt at the edge and helped Archer, who had joined him, to pull Leonard ashore.

Scotty recognized a terrible laceration on his beloved's forehead as he cradled him in his arms.

"Leonard, oh God, Leonard!"

Tears streamed down his face and he ran his hand through Leonard's hair.

"Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott, calm down!"

Archer's voice barely got through to him.

"He's conscious. It's worse than it looks."

What? Scotty turned his head to the side and caught sight of Christine running up with a first aid kit. Archer had been talking to her.

Quickly, Christine nodded and got to work.

Leonard's eyes were open slightly, but his face was contorted in pain.

"I'm here. I'm with ye, mo ghràdh."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

[commaclear]

If post ctb ends with Wilbur and quackity going separate ways and Wilbur tries to move on

Who the fuck cares, Wilbur doesn’t need anybody. He’s fine on his own.

He still has the re occurring Dream where he n quackity did end up together, married in their dream home and Wilbur gets all the love he’s ever wanted and wished to give.

One day after work wilbur got stuck in the rain. He was too tired to dry off and fell asleep in his apartment after he got home drenched. Well surprise surprise he got very sick. Woke up with a massive headache. His body felt brutally warm and cold at the same time. He staggered to his bed with his laptop to get work done when niki refused to let him into the building when he told her he’s not feeling the best (followed by a barrage of sniffles and coughs niki was sure were demons escaping Wilbur’s mucus infested throat)

He curled up in bed, trying to find the least painful position to keep his body in while working . It was hard to read the screen with the gripping headache he had at the moment. However, after a couple hours of fuzzy vision and the double checking asking sure the victims body was in fact not a power ranger, Wilbur passed out laying down in a curled up ball at the end of his bed.

———

Wilbur opened his eyes and groaned, his headache wasn’t too bad but still reminding him of its presence. He looked at the bed, the warm colors and soft quilt that laid over him. The pillow under his hapead felt like a cloud. The sun was so pretty shining through the curtains.

“Wil?”

Wilbur looked sleepily to the person beside him in a chair and hummed

“Hey,” Quackity said softly, “I got some food for ya”

“Wh…what are you doing here?”

“Well in sickness and in health right?” Quackity chuckled and combed his hand though Wilbur slightly sweaty hair (ew btw aint no way love is that unconditional) and Wilbur leaned into the touch.

“Told you to not walk in the rain,” Quackity smiled, “cant imagine this feels great”

“I’d argue getting nurse Quackity has its perks” Wilbur smiles, “but really… why- why are you here?”

“I took a couple days off so it’s just you n me alright? Sounds pretty fun”

“You didn’t have to do that…I don’t need that”

“It’s okay to be dependent on others babe. Let me take care of you wil. We can watch some she-ra too.”

“Alright,” Wilbur coughed, “but won’t you get sick too”

“Pfft unlike you babe, I think my immune system is stronger than a wet tissue”

“Ay fuc-“ Wilbur coughed once more. Quackity handed him a glass of water and left his hand on Wilbur’s chest.

“Cmon I made some soup for ya, grilled cheese too” Quackity brought Wilbur a tray of deliciously smelling tomato soup and sandwich.

“Thank you,” Wilbur sniffled, “smells good Q”

“I hope it does”

Wilbur tasted the soup, he could feel all it’s warmth and flavors in his body. He felt a smile grow immediately onto his face.

“Live up to the hype?”

Wilbur giggled “yeah, it reminds me of some soup my mom made me as a kid.” Wilbur smiled of the fond memories of his mom hanging around him when he was sick

“Well I’d hope so I got the recipe from her”

“…what?”

“Well she’s watch tommy with Phil out of town right now but she gave me the recipe when I told you got a fever.”

“Oh..she’s-” he took another sip, “… thanks Quackity. This is nice”

Quackity smiles as he tucked Wilburs hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead. “Of course, I love you”

Wilbur paused to think, “I love you too, more than this soup even”

“Wow man is this fever making you a sap or something?”

“Nope, just you “ Wilbur smiled at his husband

The two laughed as Quackity scooted over Wilbur and onto his side of the bed to turn the tv on.

———

Wilbur awoke to an uncomfortable sweat and horrendous headache, both of which he did not miss. He was brought make to his dull grey sheets and looked out the window, looks like he was out for quite a bit. He curled up even tighter than before, feeling chills rack his body.

He can hear his stomach beg for food, but it’s so fucking cold and he can’t feel half his limbs. His brain feels like it’s being bashed but his medicine is in the bathroom. He can’t even reach his phone, he can see the sweat drip from his hands.

He sniffled and attempted to keep the cold out with his thin blanket, he feels awful.

He wants his moms tomato soup and grilled cheese.

He wants a loving hand through his hair even when he’s like this.

He wants to be taken care of, like he’s worth something to someone.

//end

can I just say... OWWW

you have wounded me deep this time anon, do you want a job? I need a general for my goblin army of angst /hj

and for your efforts, I award you this dusty bowler hat that may have at some point been green

#anons my beloved #bone to pick

[theminecraftbox]

Ngl I feel like Q is the most likely to change. Hes undergone a lot of character developement, and it doesnt seem like hes going to stop. The charlie thing made him reconsider some things i think. Dream as far as i can tell hasnt actually changed that much during the dsmp. Maybe he became a bit more willing to do whatever it takes to reach his goal but its not like he wasnt ruthless before.

/rp /dsmp

[for DreamXD’s purposes… it depends on what kind of change he wants!]

Quackity’s changed a decent amount since he first entered that cell to torture Dream. We haven’t seen much of him since Dream escaped (or even since Techno escaped), so it’s slightly hard to gauge precisely what his new priorities are.

I think that the main thing that Charlie/the lessons culminating in Charlie’s death made Quackity reevaluate was not so much the lengths he’s willing to go to get what he wants, but his perspective on revenge. Like, I don’t think he regrets the torture in any meaningful sense, even if (in practical terms) he might regret the grudge he’s sure Dream now holds against him, and even if as things stand today he might not do it now. Quackity’s still a brutal guy! He still thinks Dream deserved it. I think it’s less that he regrets or dislikes his own brutality and more that he’d like to emphasize the things he wants to build over the things he’d like to destroy. He can better see that a cycle of vengeance goes nowhere, even if he still thinks vengeance is justified.

And even before Charlie, it’s important to remember that, unprompted, Quackity did stop the torture! It wasn’t Sam or Dream or Techno who chose the timing of when Quackity decided to lay off. That was all Quackity’s decision, and that decision was wrapped up in his desire to spend more time with Charlie, preparing for some inevitable demise that he feared to be intrinsically linked to the vengeance he sought. And then his worst fears turned out to be right in ways he hadn’t predicted: Techno escaped him and sought no retribution on him, but Purpled sure as hell did.

Quackity has a plan ready to deal with whatever he’s predicted as Dream’s vengeance, and it’s kill or be killed. One of my favorite moments in the post prison escape streams was Q’s moment of obvious surprise when Tommy told him that Dream had come for him. Like, you could just tell that he was expecting Dream to instantly come for him or for no one.

I think that Dream has definitely changed since the start of the server, and that prison has deeply changed him too, in ways he’s still unraveling, and in ways he is trying to deny. Thought I think you’re absolutely right that his core priorities and ruthlessness have not changed a bit, and that a fair part of this is a coping mechanism.

It’s Sam who’s the most stagnant. If his death at Dream’s hands forces him to reevaluate… well. Then we’ll see. (Pokes cc!Sam with stick)

#c!dream and c!quackity #like I think if you asked q to his face after Dream’s escape if he regretted the torture he’d still say hell no #but also that he realizes it was a risk and the continuation of a cycle that will leave him hurt #he doesn’t regret it for Dream’s sake and he still thinks Dream deserved and deserves it #he regrets it for himself and for the people he loves

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

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[jkknight98]

Beating the House prt 1

So this took a little while to get out, but here’s the story I know a lot of people have been waiting for. Remember to drink water and eat something today folks~

What happens when Dream chases Tommy to Quackity for comfort, and big brother Wilbur doesn’t like that. 

Warning: Soft vore, foul language

Quackity sat down roughly in his chair with a loud sigh, bringing a hand up to his face to rub at his aching eye ( it took him a lot of practice not to rub at his fake, it was always a painful mistake), why did things have to go to shit like this. First Techno escaped the Prison without him being able to exact his revenge against him along with Dream, he then learned that Sam lied to him about Dream escaping until he actually did (he started to keep a cat around his office whenever the Taur was around, he didn’t like the looks he had been receiving recently from his employee, it made him very uneasy). He was enraged to learn that the newly freed Dream was making it his mission to terrorize Tommy once again, Quackity felt like he had to protect the boy he saw as a younger brother, but he would only do it when asked. Tommy was too proud for his own good sometimes, but that's what made him so enjoyable to be around, he made life more exciting. He even like the nickname that Tommy gave him, he always enjoyed it when he heard-

“Big Q!!”

Quackity jumped when the musing in his mind seemed to seep into reality, but as he looked around.. he couldn’t see anyone though, did he imagine Tommy’s voice since he was thinking about him. It was possible with how frazzled his mind was at the moment, it’s not like the boy was actually here. He would have received an alert from one of his staff, or if he thought better of it, would have heard Tommy the moment the boy entered the city.

“Down here Quackity!”

The voice came again, but this time he realized that the voice was real and it was coming from a scared sounding Tommy, and he felt his breath hitch at where he found him. Tommy was under his desk, not curled under like he initially thought, but shrunken down to the size of an action figure and pressed into the relative safety of the desk leg. “Tommy?” He was slow to crouch down out of the chair to his knees, seeing how the boy flinched at his every move, and decided to just look at him for a moment. Tommy looked just as afraid as he did when Dream first escaped, eyes wide with clear terror at his situation, and not looking like the brash youth he was used too. Quackity’s eyes widened when he looked to see the equally tiny ladder held shakily in the boy's hands, he did his best to keep his voice low and unthreatening as possible, not wanting Tommy to run and meet anyone else at this size.” Dream did this to you… didn’t he?” He brought his own ladder out slowly when he remembered their promise and smiled softly when he saw the boy relax a little,” Can you tell me what happened?”

Tommy couldn’t help the shaky breath of relief when he saw the giant ladder in Quackity’s hand, he could trust the giant at the moment, he wouldn’t be used as a casino attraction” It was Dream, the bastard snuck up on me and hit me with one of those potions while I was going to see Wilbur, the bastard-”

`*`

“Owes me so much for this.” It turns out that Wilbur actually wanted all the smooth stone that the boy had gathered for him after he was first revived, stating that he needed all of it to turn his burger van into a true store, got to give all his customers a place to sit and enjoy his burgers instead of having to stand and eat them he says. It just made Tommy roll his eyes, but he did it without too much complaining when the elder ruffled his hair like he used to, he forgot how much he missed that. The calloused warm fingers threaded through his hair, pausing slightly at the streak of white that they both shared before pulling away with the whiff of smoke that Tommy absolutely hated, if the jerk wanted to live again he shouldn’t be smoking. But he was almost tempted to snatch back the wrist in order to have the comforting feeling he had forgotten he missed, he pushed the thought aside with a huff, he was a big man who didn't need some baby comfort.

He hadn’t been at the quarry too long thankfully, the sun still high after he had filled his inventory with plenty of the smooth stone Wilbur needed. The smelting process was a pain, but he was proud of himself as he saw his hard work pay off. He brushed away the coal dust that had settled on his hands as he made his way back towards Las Nevadas, it would be the fasted route back and he could say hi to Quackity, he wanted to see the man on happier terms since the last time was him almost making out with Wilbur. He thought it was weird, but he wouldn’t question their tastes. Wilbur did it with a fish after all.The shapeshifter always seemed to put his mind at ease when they had their fake quarrels with one another, and today was definitely a day Tommy needed one. He definitely didn’t have a skip in his step as he traveled down the prime path, feeling the stones bounce away in his pocket as he went, today was actually a good day in his mind.

This good feeling unfortunately didn’t last long, He was brought out of his happy musing by the sound of a bottle breaking close by, but he couldn’t see anyone else around. It was very unsettling,” who's there?? It's a stupid fucking joke your pulling!!” He whirled again when a second bottle crashed near him and he could see that they were actually splash potions, and flinched in pain when some of the liquid hit his arm. They were potions of harming. His breathing got more erratic when a soft chuckle drifted from his right side, but when he turned the area was still void of anyone, he knew that chuckle though. It was the same chuckle that haunted his nightmares, the one he woke to back in the dingy tent in exile, the one that echoed in that dark obsidian room, and the one he heard when he drew breath again after his ‘final’ death.

“Oh, Tommy~”

The boy's heart pounded loudly in his ears as he took off in a sprint, any words from Phil about being strong and facing his fears evaporated as the chuckle grew into a full laugh. The feeling of a potion hitting his back caused the boy to tumble to the ground, tears starting to form as pain and fear took over his senses,” Did you really think you could run from me, Tommy?” The sharp pain of a foot connecting with his unprotected ribs made the boy shout as he was turned over to his back, and his attempt to stand was halted as a heavy weight planted itself on his chest, pinning him in place like a butterfly. Tommy could only shiver as the empty air above him seemed to melt away until the full image of Dream towered over him, mask still broken, but Tommy could see the sadistic enjoyment oozing from the acid green eye looking down at him. “ Do you know how long I've been following you, Tommy, did you enjoy the little present I left you in your home, you must have since you put up those decorative walls.” The man laughed as he ground his foot harder into the teen, taking delight in the boy's wheezing and pained breaths.

Tommy watched as Dream pulled another potion, thankfully a drinkable one, from his inventory but he started to shake when he recognized the shimmering cyan liquid as the older man swirled it around,” I bet you recognize this potion don’t you, it took me a good while to get my hands on one, but we can get much closer than we did in the prison, wouldn’t that be nice~.” Tommy's eyes widened as he tried to squirm away, he couldn’t be shrunk by the larger man, who knows what Dream would do to him once he was tiny. He tried to crawl out from under the man, but the grounding of the boot on his chest caused him to gasp weakly as his lungs struggled to draw in air. The older man just tutted as if he was looking at a disobedient child and used his thumb to pop the cork, the rush of air causing the shades of cyan to blur and mix together, and a wisp of tartness hit Tommy's nose as the bottle drew closer. He kept his mouth closed tight as the cold rim was pressed to his lips, fighting to not let the few drops that escaped into his mouth,” Come on Tommy, be a good boy and take your medicine from big brother Dream~.”

This crooned-out phrase almost made the boy yell out at his captor, but in a rare moment of forethought, he kept his mouth shut as he glared at the clearly disappointed man. He ignored the words coming from Dream as he tried to think of a plan, especially when the freehand shot down to roughly grab his face, the fingers trying to worm their way between his teeth to force his mouth open. The nails were digging painfully into his skin as he tried to access his inventory, and with a low grunt, he managed to pull the nearly broken pickaxe free and swiped it at the leg next to his chest. He somehow managed to knock Dream off balance and gave him the chance to turn and scramble away. He was so focused on escaping he didn’t take notice of the sour taste that disappeared with a panic swallow.

Tommy’s only thought was on running, trying his hardest to ignore the yelling behind him, the sickly sweet croons replaced with the crazed yelling that he knew from his deepest nightmares. He almost cried when the ground beneath his feet turned to sand and the neon colored sign was just in sight, but a wave of nausea hit the boy and sent him stumbling to his knees,” what the fuck-”. Tommy knew what was happening, he must have accidentally swallowed some of the potion without realizing it when he escaped. True tears leaked from his eyes as the potion took effect, and the last thing his ears picked up on was the slowly approaching footsteps before he passed out.

#*#*#*#*#*#

The older man couldn’t help but smile triumphantly as he watched the boy slowly shrink down to a more manageable size, he just needed to snatch him up and take him somewhere more secluded for his newest lesson. But just as he reached for the now doll-sized teen, a low meow stopped him in his tracks. He turned slowly to see a small calico cat sitting near the sign for Las Nevadas, its eyes moving from him and Tommy slowly as its tail twitched, the movement unsettling for the man,” Eriella, where are you??” Dream’s head snapped up at the sound of Quackity’s voice, a flash of coldness traveling down his spine. He turned back to grab Tommy, but found both the boy and cat completely gone, making him grind his teeth in frustration as he ran back for the trees. Seems like he would have to find something else to fill his stomach.

#*#*#*#*#*#

Tommy woke up with a loud sneeze, eyes opening not to Dream’s monstrous face with mouth wide to devour him, but a wall of tri-colored fur that rumbled with a low purr when he moved. He looked up to see Quackity’s cat curled around him, the giant face of the feline almost knocking him over at it went to nuzzle him,” You’re Fucking amazing Eriella!” The cat just purred louder as it went to stand and left Tommy alone on the carpeted floor, Tommy hands swiftly gripping at the plush surface under him, the last thing he remembered was the gritty feeling of sand on his face. Did the cat bring him here to save him from Dream, but where was he now? His eyes wandered to see wooden legs near him and wooden walls surrounding him… was he under a desk, he jumped when loud footsteps came towards him and darted for the relative safety of the shadows. He did feel some relief when he looked up to see a now giant Quackity sitting down and rubbing his face, hopefully the man will hold up his end of the promise they made.

`*`

The man couldn’t help but sigh even louder from his nose, of course Dream would be involved,”Of course it was that green bastards doing, and Wilbur didn’t help in any way did he?” The tiny teen just shook his head, saying how he couldn’t make it there in time, and he was lucky the cat brought him here. Quackity slowly laid his hand on the ground, knowing that just grabbing Tommy would be a horrible idea, the kid was scared enough. He smiled the softest he could as he felt the tiny weight settle itself on his hand, slowly lifting upwards until his hand was nestled close to his chest as he leaned back into his chair,” even if you barely drank the potion, it's going to take a long time for it to wear off, what do you want me to do with you?” He hoped the boy would stay, seeing him so small and scared set off a protective instinct in the man, probably the bird part of himself seeing the boy as a fledgling…his golden hair did make him look like a small chick. He shook his head with a light huff of embarrassment as he tried to think what he could do, he didn’t want Sam anywhere with the boy and Foolish was out at his summer home for the next few days, he might as well keep Tommy with him. He only had his pants pockets and that would be a bad idea all together, he might be fine under the beanie, if not a little bored. He opened his mouth to ask when a low rumble came from his stomach, completely cutting off his words when he tried to stifle the sound. He really should have eaten before his stroll.

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at the embarrassed reaction from the man, he had heard the start of the stomach's protest before Quackity did, and actually put some thought toward the idea. While he had never been stored by the man holding him, he found the experience comforting when done by the right person….emphasis on right. Phil made the process a lot less scary and would always check up on him multiple times to ensure he was ok, while Wil was…. Weird about the whole thing, but he was more attentive to Tommy when he was being stored. Quackity could be a good mix of the two,” I’m fine with it.. That's if you think you can take me big man, not everyone can handle my awesomeness.” 

The older man sent a grateful smile to the boy as he laughed, the wariness fading from his body as he relaxed,”Alright you brat, if your so sure about it, just don’t go throwing yourself around in there or else I’m putting you in a jar,” Quackity felt his heart warm as the boy laughed at his statement and how ‘no jar could contain him’ as he lifted him to him face, subconsciously licking his lips as he brought the boy closer, smirking when he got a light kick to his lips. He was glad the boy was kind enough to aim away from his scar as he opened wide, tongue laid out over his teeth to ease him inside. He just hoped as he felt the weight of the legs, that the boy wouldn’t act like Wilbur did. His poor stomach was sore for days after that card game.

Tommy had to admit that out of all the mouths he’s seen, this one had to be the coolest just after Techno, the rugged scar and golden teeth looked so badass at this size. He shivered slightly as his legs connected with the damp tongue, saliva sticking to his skin and quickly soaking into the fabric of his shorts, but at least the breath smelled nice. It didn’t take too long before he was halfway inside the mouth, the tongue taking a moment to tickle his sides, making him thrash and curse at the amused face Quackity was making. He actually found it a bit funny after his upper half was pulled inside and his legs were being squeezed together by the throat muscles, which were very insistent on trying to pull him down, that the mouth was actually cooler than the outside air. He slowly reached up his hands to gently rub at both the palate and gums surrounding him, he wouldn’t dare say it verbally, but he was super thankful to have the older man as a friend. A low hum rumbled the area around him as the tongue got a few more tastes in, with how flat his hair had gotten with all the saliva, he must have tasted pretty good. He was a bit surprised with how bright the mouth was, but when looking back he could see the faintest glimmer of light peeking through the scar.

Quackity was surprised at Tommy’s taste, while Wilbur tasted very musky and meaty, all he could taste was a sweet and spicy flavor that made him salivate all the heavier. It was really fucking good. It took everything in his power not to keep licking the boy like hard candy, but he couldn’t sit in his office all day doing this, even with the tingly rubs he was getting. He had to pull out a napkin to wipe away the saliva dripping from his scar a few times already, so he slowly tilted his head upwards to warn the boy, smiling when he got another pleasant feeling rub on his tongue in return. With a hand placed over his throat he took the first few swallows, feeling the lightly wriggling bulge form between the underside of his chain and Adam's apple grow as it slowly slid downwards, following it with his fingers as it disappeared behind his collarbone. This was already going so much better than when he did this with Wilbur.

Just as Quackity was getting comfortable as Tommy slid further on his journey, the door of his office was violently kicked open, causing the man to jerk forward in his chair as a familiar smell of smoke wafted to his nose. His eye met with furious looking brownish red ones as Wilbur stood in the doorway to his office, he glared in return,” I thought I told you that you weren't allowed in Las-” He was cut off by a book being thrown into his face, catching him off guard as the taller man hissed out for him to read it. Quackity glanced down at the pages and frowned at the still damp ink written on them-

Ducks are a bit like pelicans aren’t they, ready to snatch up anything small and trusting enough to be near them. How long has it been since you’ve seen Tommy?

Quackity went to speak in annoyance when a pair of hands gripped his suspenders and lifted him into the air, pulling his face right up to Wilbur’s, “Now why did I find that in my van Quackity, Tommy was supposed to come back to me hours ago, and this would be the fasted shortcut for him to take… Where is my little brother?” The man was seething a bit as his teeth ground into the smoldering cigarette, looking deep into his eye(s) for any traces of lies. Quackity went to tell Wilbur off, that he had no idea what the note was talking about, but the universe was not his friend. It was at that moment that Tommy slid into his stomach, squirming in confusion and making him feel sick like he did before, giving a slight belch right into the other man's face. This made Wilbur go slack jaw for a moment, the cigarette slipping out of his mouth and fell to smolder on the carpet, before the eyes flashed in rage,” you absolute Mother Fucker.”

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[enhypia]

JY ; almost lovers

almost lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: sim jaeyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

words: roughly 1.4k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jake speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jake speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hello~ my name is jake!

and i'm (y/n)

and we're almost lovers

[you guys were invited here today as almost lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

yes we were

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

yup!

i'll be drinking regardless if i answer or not btw

why?

it's free alcohol

[how long have you guys known each other?]

since middle school ??

yup, so like 6 or 7 years ?

[wouldn't you be childhood friends then?]

oh no, jake and i weren't friends

*jake laughs and (y/n) grins

we really weren't, we were just somehow always put in the same classes

classmates, that's literally just what we were

ah i got it, we just knew of each other's existence

yup that

*both laugh

[how did you guys became almost lovers then?]

oh it's the classic project partners thing

we became seatmates, and like for that whole school year almost every teacher assigned seatmates as partners

it's like they all collectively agreed to it

yeah so we just eventually got close and ,,,

chaos ?

chaos.

*both giggle because jake's giggle is contagious

[why didn't you guys get together?]

we were both cowards and dumb with feelings

and jake had to move back to australia

and i had to move back to australia

[so if jake didn't move, you guys could've been together?]

,,,, i honestly do not know

yeah same

jake was the popular dream guy, i wasn't even dating him back then but so many rumors spread

i'm sorry about that really

don't worry, it wasn't your fault

*you pat him on the head making him smile widely

[how about we start the q&a between you guys?]

yeah, let's go~

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jake wins

okay! first question

*jake picks up a card and laughs in disbelief

why?

[do you still find me attractive?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

i don't know if i should be offended that you're laughing or what

no, because it's ridiculous!

whY?

jake i literally compliment and hype you up whenever we meet

*jake blushes

so yes i still do find you attractive because you ARE attractive.

*(y/n) smiles teasingly

*jake rolls his eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card

oh wow

[did you see ever yourself loving me?]

*jake takes a shot

you know that just makes you sus

it's not like you don't know the answer?!!

that's the point! i do know so you could've just answered instead of drinking

shut up *jake grumbles

*you take a shot to make him feel better

the answer is yes btw, i did see myself loving them

*(y/n) almost chokes

*jake laughs

it's different hearing it out loud

*jake g i g g l e s

just read the next question

[do you think it's my fault that we didn't become a couple?]

pffft-

i mean

yeah yeah, but for me i'm blaming australia

sure buddy.

*jake :O

but no i don't think it was your fault, like we said a while ago, even if you didn't move, we were still dumb with feelings and we probably would've prioritized our future than a relationship. it wasn't the right time i guess??

*jake nods in agreement

[sorry, was it ever clarified between you guys that you had feelings for each other?]

oh yeah! we knew about it

yeah bUT AFTER I CAME BACK FROM AUSTRALIA ???

*(y/n) laughs

we met up when he came back and i just went "oh did you know i liked you back then?" and then jake just -

*(y/n) can't finish the sentence because (y/n) remembers the scene perfectly and is laughing hard

*jake groans

thAT! he groaned like that and basically slammed his head on the table.

yeah and you gaped like a fish after i told you i liked you back then too!

*jake :P

*(y/n) :O

i did not

yes you did! you went *jake imitates a gaping fish

yah! *(y/n) hits jake's arm lightly

*both laugh

*(y/n) reads the card and takes a shot after

why are you drinking? i'm the one answering

i know, i just needed that shot to prepare myself

[do you still have feelings for me?]

*jake turns red and reaches for a shot

moving on-

i'm answering

*(y/n) error404 please restart

*both cannot look each other in the eye

i don't know honestly? i still am kind of dumb with feelings but the reason why i say i don't know is because i'm trying to make sure that what i'm feeling for (y/n) is real?? like i actually do like them and not with the feeling ??

*(y/n) nods understanding what he meant

because wouldn't that be unfair to (y/n) ? saying you have feelings for them when you aren't really sure? i don't want that, i don't want to hurt (y/n) in any way or form

*(y/n) downs a shot and covers their face in embarrassment

why~ ?

*(y/n) narrows their eyes at jake and just hands him the card to read

*jake laughs

okay let's go,

[do you still think about what could've been?]

goddammit

*(y/n) takes a shot

*jake is basically just laughing at everything at this point, but that's okay he's cute when he laughs

yes, i do. i think what plagued me the most were 'what if?' questions. when i see my friends getting into relationships or hearing them talk about someone they've been seeing. i would often ask like "what if we just had confessed earlier?" "what if you never moved?" "what if we actually got together?" things like that

but i think my hardest 'what if' was "what if we just tried?"

*please put jake in rice he is not working

*he raises his glass to do a cheers

here's to painful confusion !

and dumb feelings~

*both take a shot

[question for both: do you regret that you guys didn't get together?]

honestly, no? i feel like if we did, we would be two completely different people right now?

yeah, i like who i am and who you are right now, so i don't think i regret it either.

and we were shit at romantic feelings

we aren't kidding, we really were

i feel bad for everyone who had to witness that phase in our lives

rip

*both laugh

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

hmm,,

don't think too much

no <3

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

okay, okay, i have one

this better be good sim.

[you said a while ago that it wasn't the right time for us before. how about now? do you think we're finally at the right time?]

.........

*(y/n) is speechless

*(y/n) downs a shot

jake don't ask me out on television

*jake bursts out laughing

i don't know jake, you tell me, you're the one confused with feelings.

... .. ... .

*(y/n) realizes what they said

*jake literally 👁👄👁

,,,, what?

*(y/n) clears their throat

huh?

nu uh, what did you just say ??

i haven't said anything yet?? are you okay?

*(y/n) looks at the crew around them that were covering their mouths preventing laughs and squeals

you definitely said something that meant you have feelings for me!

i did not! you need to get your ears checked

*(y/n) is blushing and is avoiding jake's intense look

[that's one way to end, huh?]

oh yay! we're done, good job everybody!

*(y/n) is hurrying to escape like a pokemon

*jake is still dumbfounded, poor guy

[is he okay?]

don't worry about him, he's rebooting

*jake glares adorably at (y/n)

we are talking after this

sorry i have plans, i need to water my dog

*(y/n) teases jake making him facepalm

[i think i smell another feature, but maybe as couples next time?]

*both blushes at the statement

that's all up to jake, director :D

*jake :O

honey, close your mouth, you'll catch flies

*jake wakes up at the term of endearment and his blush deepens

yah~ !

*(y/n) grins widely and waves to the camera

bye~

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a/n: AAAA ENHA CB !! the enhypen dimension opens owo <3 anyways, i made jake's lighter since i couldn't make it angsty, he's too precious, i must protect him. also, my jake timestamp (oh worm?) received a lot of love, thank you !!! i hope you like this one as well~ sunoo's will be uploaded next !! please look forward to it <33

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[dr3amofagame]

I really love when people write about c!wilbur manipulating c!dream so I was wondering if you could write on about the smp realizing that c!wilbur manipulated c!dream into being a lap dog for him but a hell lot of trouble for then and if you could add c!wilbur taking advantage of the fact that dream is a god during a fight that would make my day. Hope you have a great day.thank you. Love your work.

ooh yeah - c!wilbur is back and GGG-ing as good as ever, , which Really makes you think abt what it’s gonna be like when he interacts with c!dream again. this ended up being a little more c!sapnap centric than i intended, hope that’s alright haha. (and thank you so much for the kind words!) 

tw: implied abuse, torture, drowning, dismemberment, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sapnap critical? not really?, dark portrayal of c!wilbur (typical MAD duo shenanigans)

Sapnap isn’t expecting to find anyone when he storms out in the middle of the night - he’s tense, they all are after the fiasco at the prison, but really his thoughts are filled with Karl once again going inexplicably radio silent for days on end and Quackity ignoring all of his questions with a simple “i’m busy” that he’d failed to follow up even twelve hours later, so Dream and Wilbur and whatever the hell happened that left Pandora’s Vault - obsidian, indestructible, tall and dark and proud - half-crumbled and sunken into the sea are just about the last things on his mind.  

Even so, he’s not an idiot, so he had enough foresight to pack a few potions and gather his armor and weapons before stepping into the summer night - it’s cool under the moonlight, a soft breeze cutting through the otherwise stifling weight of the humid air, and the comfortable night is enough to make his anger die down, just a little. Kinoko Kingdom glows soft and warm from the lanterns Foolish had scattered all over the place, thick with the earthy smell of fungus and flowers, and he takes a deep breath before walking to the city outskirts to hopefully clear his mind.

He’s no stranger to late-night walks; his temper had always been fiery, even as a child, and he’d figured out pretty early on that the easiest way to deal with it was to walk or run until his brain was too tired to think anymore. Walking at night also meant he could take out some of his frustration on mobs as well as the satisfaction of setting a random patch of forest on fire without worrying about burning down someone else’s property, and once he got good enough with a sword and shield to come and go relatively unscathed, Bad had stopped his worrying enough to let him do whatever as long as he came back in time in the morning. Sapnap frowns as he hacks at a random branch in his way with an axe, watching as it falls in a spray of leaves and crashes to the ground; he hasn’t seen Bad in a while, not since he became obsessed with the whole Egg thing. Quackity had mentioned some cryptic things, and Karl was adamant that they avoid the Egg as much as possible, but he probably should’ve at least visited, or something. Bad always knew what to say when it came to messy things like this.

Though - Sapnap laughs wryly - it’d never been this bad, before. Karl distant and absent, Q somehow even more so with a new glint to his gaze that sent a shiver down his spine. George, usually asleep, never around, expression perpetually foggy like he doesn’t know where he was. Dream- evil, insane, awful, somehow so familiar it hurt and too much of a stranger to recognize. He wonders when it all got this bad. He wonders what it says about himself, that he didn’t notice until it was far too late.

“Fancy seeing you out here.”

Sapnap whirls around, sword drawn; the figure staring back at him doesn’t even flinch. His eyes narrow at the sight, stance widening, shoulders tense.

“Wilbur?” He keeps his voice wary, guarded, trying his best to keep surprise from coloring his tone. Wilbur grins at him, tight-lipped, the planes of his face faintly lit by the moon shining over them, facial features only barely visible in the dim light. Without really meaning to, Sapnap cranes his head to look around at the surrounding forest, but nothing moves or makes itself known outside of the figure still staring at him, smirking. “What- what are you doing here?”

And where’s Dream?

Because Sapnap might not know much about what went down at the prison and what Dream’s plans are and the whole mess that he’d been so desperate to put behind him and utterly failed at doing so, but what he does know is that the two of them - Dream and Wilbur, Wilbur and Dream - had been all but inseparable, strangely attached to each other in a way that spelled out nothing but trouble for the rest of them. The rest of the server had been compiling sightings of the two in the hopes of being able to stop whatever it was that they had planned, but Sapnap knows his former friend, brother, and even if he doesn’t know Wilbur, his reputation more than precedes him: the two of them are smart, not to mention paranoid as fuck, and the rest of them have a better shot shooting targets in the dark than figuring out whatever the hell was going on in their heads with the two of them working together. Either way, he knows that they’d never been sighted apart - it was always Wilbur standing on a hill with Dream sitting next to him, or Dream hacking through mobs as Wilbur followed, or the two of them stepping into a fortress and leaving minutes after - until now.

“Could ask the same of you,” Wilbur laughs, just a shade to the left of friendly, and the moonlight scatters through the leaves and glints off his glasses. “Don’t be so tense, man! I’m just going on a walk, thought I’d enjoy the night. Didn’t see anything like this in Limbo, you know.”

Sapnap winces at the reminder, that Wilbur is here and alive in defiance of law and reason and the universe itself, but Wilbur barrels on, seeming unaware of his unease.

“Anyway - how are you doing, man? Haven’t seen you around in a while.” He leans back, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, stance loose, relaxed. “I’d ask Dream, but he’s been in prison for a bit, you know? Most of what he knows is pretty - ah, outdated, not that I tell him that.”

“What are you planning?” Sapnap snaps, grip tightening around the handle of his sword. “You and Dream. What do you want?”

“Who’s to say we want anything?” Wilbur seems to grin wider, and the expression on his face is unsettling, makes something cold slither up his spine. He shakes his head to rid himself of the feeling, half-wishing it was brighter so he could better see the other’s eyes.

“I mean-” he stutters. Because Dream always wants, he almost says, bitter and angry, that all-too-familar swell of betrayal rising in his chest at Dream, forever insatiated, forever wanting, forever looking for more more more. Because if he were to escape, and if he were to want nothing, then what did that mean for the rest of them? Because if he didn’t want, if he wasn’t left wanting, then did Sapnap ever mean anything at all? The thoughts stick to his skull like tar, words clinging to the roof of his mouth as it goes dry. Wilbur seems to stare at him, unimpressed, and he feels his face go hot.

“He’s not- he’s dangerous, you know,” Sapnap says instead of answering, because untangling the awful, knotted feelings that make up his remaining ties with Dream, half-frayed and neglected and forgotten, is more work than he can handle and more emotions than he has the energy to bear. It doesn’t matter, in the end, because Dream is still dangerous; he knows that, resolutely, and maybe it’s lucky, that he found Wilbur without Dream whispering plans and manipulations and meaningless words by his side. It’ll give him a chance to warn Wilbur, bring him back to their side instead of risking his life (again) in the company of his friend-turned-tyrant. Dream is dangerous, whether he wants or not, because Dream is Dream and he’s been in too many manhunts to face him with anything less than one hundred percent confidence. “You don’t want to be with him, Wilbur. He’s hurt- so many people.”

Wilbur’s expression doesn’t change, seeming as indifferent to the words as ever; if anything, he looks a little amused. “Really,” he hums, almost to himself. “Dangerous, you say?”

“He’s Dream,” Sapnap insists, because it’s the truth, and it’s the simplicity of it, really. It’s Dream, and Dream is dangerous whether he’s on your side or not, forever ruthless and unheeding as long as he gets what he wants. He’d been in Wilbur’s place, once, convinced that Dream’s strategies and planning and infallible logic had meant they had no way of losing. He knows better, now. “You’ve fought him before! He doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care about anything.”

And if the words are a little more bitter than they should be when he says that, who but he is going to notice?

Wilbur’s eyes stay on his, completely silent, expression unreadable. The quiet gets awkward quickly, Wilbur’s expression seeming unchanging, nothing but the faint rustling of the leaves around them to break the stillness of the air, and Sapnap feels his gut roll uncomfortably as he looks off to the ground, waiting for Wilbur to react in some way, any way. It’s hard, he knows, to realize that someone you thought was on your side had been using you the entire time, he’s been there before and he gets it, but- it’s still strange, how still Wilbur has become. How he still hasn’t reacted - is his expression going to change?

And suddenly, starting quiet and then swelling in volume, Wilbur begins to laugh.

“Goodness,” Wilbur drawls through his chuckles, voice low and dark and sending chills down his back. “I thought he was exaggerating, man - you really do hate him, don’t you?”

“What- what’s so funny?”

Wilbur smiles, teeth flashing white as the faint light from the moon bounces off of them, “I have to give you my thanks, truly. I’d thought that Quackity did the most of it, or Sam, but you- I really couldn’t have guessed.”

Sapnap’s head is spinning. Wilbur’s expression is positively gleeful, eyes dancing, smile wide and brilliant, bouncing from one name to another with little explanation to how any of them tie together. Sam? Quackity? Nothing is making sense. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh Sapnap,” Wilbur croons. “You really don’t know, do you?”

He twists his hand in a flippant gesture, eyes directed into the forest surrounding them.

“Let’s just say that his, ah- stay, in Pandora, wasn’t exactly what I’d call a five-star experience. But you know that, don’t you?” Wilbur directs a flat smile his way, and Sapnap swallows, throat dry. Briefly, images flash behind his eyes - walls, dripping with crying obsidian, the lava’s heat hard to bear at his back, even for him, mining fatigue pulling at his limbs and making them heavy. How startlingly bare the cell had been, even through the haze of his anger, Dream, slumped in a corner of the cell, barely moving, barely even breathing as it seemed sometimes, sunken-in cheeks and sagging shoulders speaking of nothing but a bone-deep exhaustion. “Apparently, being psychologically and physically tortured for months on end has an interesting effect on the human psyche. Even more so when, say, your best friend comes once in the entire time to tell you that he’ll kill you if you ever try to escape.”

“How-” he trips on his own words, lungs seizing, “how do you know that?”

“He tells me things. A lot of things, really. Did you know it takes one and a half regen potions to reattach an arm after it’s been cut off? It takes three and a half for a leg, he thinks, but the blood loss made it rather hard to remember.” Wilbur steps forward. “Did you know that scars created by healing potions tend to be much thicker and more prominent than those made by regens? Or that he can hold his breath for a little more than two minutes before passing out?” Wilbur smirks, jagged, threatening. “Did you know that I can tell him just about everything, and he’ll believe me because there’s no one else to tell him otherwise?”

“Wh- what?”

“I’ll be sure to tell him what you said; I’m sure he’ll love to hear how his brother is doing.” Wilbur waves. “And when you see Quackity, be sure to give him my thanks, will you?”

“Wilbur, what- come back-”

And with a flash of purple particles, Wilbur disappears, leaving Sapnap alone in the middle of the forest. Stasis chamber. His heart pounds in his ears, breathing all-too-loud, and he stares desperately at the empty space where Wilbur had stood like it’ll bring him back again.

Fuck, he swipes his hand across his face, startled when it comes back wet. What does he do now?

#tw abuse #tw torture #tw drowning #tw dismemberment #tw manipulation #tw unhealthy relationship #tw emotional distress #tw dark content #prison arc #pandora's vault #c!sapnap critical #mutually assured destruction #my asks !! #-> my asks #my writing :D #-> my writing

[blu-joons]

When He Meets His Long Distance Partner For The First Time ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

Your hand tapped nervously against the top of your leg as you watched the corners of Sangyeon’s mouth turn up into a smile in response to your good news.

Your own smile grew too as he leant in closer to the screen with his hands pressed to the top of his head. “You’re really going to come to Seoul? This isn’t a wind up, right?”

Your head instantly shook, “I promise it’s not a wind up, I’ve got some holiday to use up.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled, throwing his head back in disbelief, “when are you coming? How long for? There’s so many places I want to be able to take you too.”

“We’ve still got a couple of weeks to organise everything, it’s alright.”

With a shaky breath, Sangyeon’s head nodded back at you, “of course, although I don’t really care what we do, just finally being able to spend time with you will be nice enough.”

“I agree,” you concurred, “it doesn’t matter what we’re doing, just being in Seoul is enough.”

Your eyes flickered back up to the screen as Sangyeon continued to stare, “I can’t believe I finally get to see you, properly, in real life and right beside me.”

“I’ll be there in no time, not too long to wait now.”

Jacob:

Your eyes instantly lit up as you looked around the lounge, finding Jacob sat down at the end of a row of benches, scrolling aimlessly through his phone as he waited.

Your speed picked up and in no time at all your figure was stood before him. “Hi,” he nervously whispered as he looked up and saw you stood in front of him.

Arms instantly wrapped around your waist as you dropped your suitcase, “hi, how are you?”

“So good,” he chuckled as he squeezed you tightly against his chest, “I can’t believe you’ve finally managed to get over here, and you’re definitely a real person as well.”

“I’ve always been real,” you laughed, “or did you think I was a super smart catfish.”

His head shook back at you as he pulled away so that he could meet your eyes, “I never imagined how it would really feel to be able to meet you in person, that’s all.”

“Does it feel good to finally meet me in person though?” You asked back across to him.

His head nodded straight away, “it feels amazing, I feel like I might need you to pinch me a few times to let this sink in and not let me wake up.”

“You’re not dreaming, I really am here before you.”

Younghoon:

As you lifted the plane ticket up so that it crossed over the screen, you heard a loud gasp from the screen as Younghoon leaned forwards to the camera.

His hand beckoned for you to move the ticket back where he could see it, “please tell me I’m not dreaming when that destination says to Seoul.”

Your head shook gently, “one ticket to Seoul in two weeks, that’s exactly what it says.”

“That makes this all feel so real,” he whispered in a slight haze of disbelief, “you’re really going to be here in two weeks, and not just a face on my screen anymore.”

“Hopefully we can be a bit more normal too and see the same time of day.”

A soft chuckle escaped from Younghoon, “at last I don’t have to wait until the end of my day to speak to you, but instead I can spend the entirety of my day with you.”

“Sounds pretty cool, right?” You smiled, relieved as Younghoon’s smile grew too.

His head moved back away from the camera once again, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to wait, I just want you to fly over right now and never leave Seoul.”

“We’ve lasted months already, a couple more weeks will be nothing.”

Hyunjae:

Your eyes looked around in bemusement as you stepped foot in Jaehyun’s room for the very first time, taking in all the sights that you’d seen so many times before.

It was different on a screen though, which Jaehyun quickly realised. “I bet it feels pretty strange to be in the room you’ve seen as my background for such a long time.”

Your head nodded in agreement, “I never really pictured this room as a real place, that’s all.”

“A bit like how we never pictured each other as real,” he sympathised, “you’ll get used to this place being real soon enough, it’s home at least for now anyway.”

“I never pictured myself getting here one day on our calls.”

His smile widened as he took a seat on the edge of his bed, inviting you to join him, “why don’t I show you around a bit, that way you might feel a bit more comfortable.”

“What’s there to show me that I haven’t already seen before?” You asked with intrigue.”

His hand extended to point across to a new addition to his room, “I had to create a little spot for you, so that it felt like you’re home too.”

“That’s adorably sweet of you, but your home is also mine.”

Juyeon:

Your body jumped slightly at the feeling of a pair of arms wrapping around you, preventing you from placing anything else into your suitcase to pack your belongings up.

As you turned your head slightly, your eyes met Juyeon’s. “I don’t want you to go tomorrow, it feels like you’ve only just arrived still, doesn’t it?”

You smiled weakly with a sigh, “I wish I could stay, but I’ve got too much going on at home.”

“This could be your home,” he frowned, resting his chin against your shoulder, “I know I’ve joked about it all week, but would moving to Seoul be so bad, I’d be here with you.”

“Life isn’t that easy Ju, it’s not something I can do straight away.”

His head nodded softly, “I’ll hold onto the hope that one day things might be able to change for the two of us, that’s all that I need for now anyway.”

“Neither of us know what the future will hold for either of us,” you assured him.

“As long as you’re there, I don’t mind,” he whispered into your ear, “whether you’re here or at home, none of that matters to me, as long as I have you.”

“You’ll have me, somewhere around the world I’ll be there.”

Kevin:

Your head shook as you walked into arrivals to notice a large banner held up in the crowd with your name written on it, and a figure jumping up and down holding onto it.

As soon as Kevin spotted you, the banner fell as his arms reached out for you, “I was worried you wouldn’t see me,” he laughed as he followed your gaze.

Your eyes rolled back at him, “was a banner that big really necessary for me to spot you?”

“I wanted to make your arrival special,” he proudly smiled, “and I knew it would make you happy too, I know you’re impressed by the banner really, I worked on it all night long.”

“It’s perfect, but only because you’re the one who made it.”

His arm snaked around your waist tightly, “if you thought the banner was good, you just wait and see the rest of the things I have planned for you this week.”

“Is it too late to consider getting a flight back home?” You teased in response to him.

“No!” He yelled, tightening his grip around you, “I’ve waited too long for this moment, there’s no way I’m letting go of you all week, you’re mine.”

“I guess we’ll just have to leave the banner here then, right?”

New:

The noise that hit you as you walked into the studio left you stunned, your eyes met Chanhee’s as he looked around to face you, noticing how slow your pace was as you walked.

Your head shook, but he had already pushed the door open as several pairs of eyes flickered around. “Members, meet Y/N,” Chanhee smiled, excited to finally introduce you.

Your eyes darted around as a tall figure approached, “we’ve waited so long to finally meet you.”

“At least now he’ll stop talking about you too,” another voice quickly interjected, drawing your attention across the room to where you recognised Kevin’s face.

“I’m sure he doesn’t talk about me, I’m hardly that interesting.”

Kevin’s head shook back at you, ignoring the glare that Chanhee shot him. “I’ve recorded him a few times, I could play them for you if you wanted me too.”

“Maybe later, there’s too many of you to meet properly first,” you joked with them all.

Chanhee quickly appeared by your side and agreed with you, “I’m not letting you guys embarrass me when Y/N has only just arrived in the country.”

“Chan, you’re normally capable of just embarrassing yourself.”

Q:

A nervous giggle came from you as you looked across at Changmin who sat beside you in the car, quickly looking away when you realised that he had heard you.

His hand reached across the car to grab onto your hand, “why are you still so shy?” He whispered, squeezing your hand to encourage you to look back at him.

Your head shook anxiously, “I guess it still doesn’t quite feel real that we’re physically together.”

“I guess it does feel a little odd still,” he agreed, offering you a smile, “we’re so used to just talking online, and suddenly we’re able to do so much more and spend more time together.”

“I never imagined that seeing you in real life would make me even happier.”

His hand squeezed against yours once again, “I’m just glad that you’re happy here in Seoul, and that you’re happy being here with me as well.”

“Seoul is amazing, and so are you,” you assured him, “better than I ever could have imagined.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he acknowledged, leaning in closer to you, “and just so you know, you’re pretty cool yourself, I feel very lucky to be here with you.”

“Stop being cute before you really do turn my cheeks red.”

Juhaknyeon:

As your eyes flickered up from the menu, you quickly noticed Haknyeon’s eyes darting downwards to look through the menu, keeping quiet as you stared across at him.

After a few moments he looked up, noticing your eyes still firmly on him. “I don’t mean to stare; it still just feels pretty surreal that you’re in front of me right now.”

A soft laugh came from you, “would you prefer if I went back to being a laptop screen instead?”

“No way,” he chuckled, closing his menu and placing it in front of him, “being with you in person is ten times better than speaking to a screen in front of me.”

“I’ve spotted you staring at me multiple times through the week.”

A sigh gently escaped him, “I keep staring to remind myself that this is happening, I’ve dreamt about this for so long sometimes I question whether I still am dreaming.”

“What can I do to prove to you that all of this isn’t a dream at all?” You asked.

His hand lifted, using his index finger to tap against his cheek, “a kiss would be a pretty handy reminder that all of this is real right now to be honest.”

“I definitely think I can do that, any excuse to kiss you is good with me.”

Sunwoo:

Your body froze as you saw a man before you who looked just like Sunwoo, furrowing your brows together to work out whether it was really him before you or not.

As they took a few steps towards you, their smile widened. “Are you going to stand there all day?” They laughed, closing the distance between you both.

Your head shook as it slowly began to sink in, “Sunwoo? You really are real? Can I hug you?”

“Of course,” he laughed, opening his arms out for you to walk into, “I thought for a moment I’d got the wrong girl with the way that you looked at me.”

“I just didn’t know what to expect from this moment.”

His smile widened as he engulfed you gently, “neither did I, but that’s what makes it all the more special, the fact that we can just be ourselves.”

“I don’t know what to do, I think I’m just stunned,” you admitted back to him.

His head nodded understandingly, “just let it sink in for a moment that I really am this handsome in real life and then I promise you’ll be alright.”

“You’re impossible, even if you are incredibly handsome too.”

Eric:

Every corner that you turned came with a new surprise as Youngjae introduced you to the place he called home and the many sights that were around too.

As another gasp came from you, he decided to finally speak up. “Many of these buildings that you see right now are on our itinerary for this week.”

Your eyes moved across to look at him, “but they’re all so big and fancy, are you sure?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “I told you that I was going to show you the best that Seoul had to offer, plus they’re not as fancy as they look, most of them are pretty boring.”

“I’ve never seen anything like this before, it’s a far cry from what I call home.”

His head nodded back at you, “you get to explore a different part of the world with me, and I promise that by the end of this week you’ll love Seoul as well as you love me.”

“I’ve already fallen in love with Seoul, almost as quickly as I did you,” you complimented.

The corners of Youngjae’s mouth widened quickly, “you’ll have the time of your life being here, just you wait and see, you won’t ever want to go home.”

“Don’t say that I already wish I could be here forever with you.”

---

Masterlist

#the boyz #the boyz imagine #the boyz scenario #the boyz reaction #sangyeon imagine #jacob imagine #younghoon imagine #hyunjae imagine #juyeon imagine #kevin imagine #new imagine #q imagine #juhaknyeon imagine #eric imagine #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #new #q #juhaknyeon #eric #the boyz drabble #the boyz one shot #the boyz fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[anonquack]

| And Me? |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 2262

Warnings: None! Just some curse words.

Summary: Seeing how much time you've been spending with Bad recently just doesn't sit well with Quackity, and he's going to make sure your attention is returned back to where it belongs. With him.

You had been messing around with what was coined the "Feral Boys" on a Saturday afternoon. Your takeout order was placed on your desk, neglected by the loud clicking and tapping of your keyboard. You all had been throwing around random stream ideas, which proceeded to be bashed by everyone.

"Guys," Dream groaned, frustration clear in his tone yet there was still that softness that let everyone know he wasn't actually mad, "we've been on call for 2 hours and still have no stream ideas we like."

"Maybe if Sapnap didn't complain about everything." Karl quickly quipped in, the grin that was probably plastered onto his face was visible to you even with it just being voice chat.

Sapnap clapped back just as quickly, a little more edge to his words but just the right amount of teasing too.

"Yeah? Nothing works with your schedule. We gotta fit these ideas in with your Mr. Beast-filled schedule."

Quackity let out a laugh that made you roll your eyes yet smile fondly as you finally turned to look at your food, taking a bite as the call jumped right back into their previous banter, a helpless Dream trying to regain control and get everyone to work together.

It served as background noise as you quietly ate your food, inputting or agreeing with someone here and there, your stomach grateful to finally be getting some food. You'd been too busy earlier, and now you had the chance to eat and relax on call with friends. No actual streaming or anything, but still with the burden of coming up with new and fun stream ideas.

As you took yet another bite, your gaze fell onto your phone as the screen lit up, a notification coming through. You set your food down and grabbed the device, clicking on it and smiling once you saw it was a message from Bad.

Unlike whatever mess this call was, you had scheduled to record a video with Bad, and you assumed this message was to confirm that he was now available to film. After quickly reading it, your assumptions were proven right.

"Hey, Bad just texted. I'm gonna head out. Try not to think too hard while I'm gone, okay?" You said as you grabbed ahold of your mouse again, cursor going towards the disconnect button.

There was a mix of 'Bye!' and 'You think of some too, then!' and Sapnap's backhanded remarks that told you he would indeed miss you. You smiled, about to click disconnect before he spoke up.

"Bad? What are you recording with Bad?" The question caught you off guard, not because it came from Quackity but because no one had asked.

"Oh, well, just for a youtube video.. and I promised him we'd chat since I miss him." You admitted, cursor dancing across the screen as you waited for a response, if there was to be any.

"How come we didn't get invited?" Quackity asked, voice a mix of feigned hurt and disbelief of being 'left out'.

You playfully rolled your eyes, noticing a message come in from Bad yet again asking if he could call now. "You spend enough time with Bad as it is. Get in line, right now its MY turn. Now bye!! Seriously." You chuckled, hearing the start of a protest before disconnecting from the call and moving your cursor onto Bad's chat, quickly pressing the call button and waiting to hear his sweet voice ringing through your headphones.

—

As the small ping notified everyone else in the call that you had disconnected, Quackity let out a small huff, followed by George's small laugh.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Quackity replied with a tired tone, fingers lazily typing up some email he had been procrastinating on.

"Was that jealously I smelled, Big Q?" Karl teased, letting out a laugh that was so contagious, eliciting laughs from the whole call, even Quackity couldn't help but laugh before letting out another noise of disapproval.

"No, what the fuck? It's just they didn't even contribute any ideas. Just sat and argued with us, and then left to go hang out with Bad." He reasoned, it was a half truth. It didn't bother Quackity at all that you'd been 'unproductive', he enjoyed your company so much and these past two hours had left him with a tummy ache from laughing too hard.

What he hadn't enjoyed was you dropping everything to go on a call with Bad.

It didn't actually bother him, it was part of the bit they had going on, where he was a Skeppy 2.0 and had to fight the other Skeppy copies, in this case YOU, for Bad's attention.

..

Right?

He could feel a migraine coming through trying to understand this new emotion settling in his chest.

Sapnap let out an amused laugh, mumbling a 'sure' but swiftly changing topics in order to not start yet another argument.

—

It had been about 4 days since the call with the 'Feral Boys' and the recording with Bad. Since then, everything had ran smoothly and you'd been extra productive, focused on getting the video edited and posted as soon as possible.

Currently, you were ringing Bad as he streamed on the server, wanting to make a quick appearance and also just bug him for a bit since you missed him.

Since it was a rather chill stream, Bad didn't fight away your affection, instead encouraging that you hop on the server and play with him for a bit. You couldn't say no to that, how could you?

Before you knew it, you were off your bed and on your chair, in front of your computer as the Minecraft loading screen lit up your facial features and Bad told chat and you about an event that took place this weekend while he was out shopping.

The hushed laughs and sweet stories being shared were soon interrupted by Bad letting out an annoyed huff. "Quackity is spamming me to let him join the call. Is that okay, Y/N?"

You nodded, letting out a hum of approval as you walked towards Bad's avatar that was currently standing still since Bad tabbed out. "Of course."

"Okay, Quackity I'm live, what do you want?" Bad warned before tabbing back onto minecraft.

"Why are you guys calling without me?" There it was, the same tone he had 4 days ago when he was 'upset' he got left out. Your eyes looked at the small message on the bottom left of the screen that let everyone know Quackity had joined the server.

"Because.. whats wrong with it?" Bad asked, confused, before happily following that up, "I was actually telling them about my trip to the store over the weekend."

"Yeah, he was," you mused, "before you rudely interrupted." You assumed he was here for a bit, the Skeppy 2.0s fighting for Bad's love and affection, bothering Bad for a bit before letting the stream go back to being a relaxing, chill stream.

"Yeah? Well I want to hear the story too. You'll tell me too, right Bad?" He returned, the joking tone in his voice confirmed your assumptions. This was a bit.

Bad let out an exasperated sigh. These bits were never planned beforehand, they just happened and unfortunately for Bad it was happening during his chill stream. "What are you two going to fight about now?"

"I have one. Why were you guys recording without me? Hm?" The chat exploded with confusion and excitement for a new video from either Bad or you, possible video ideas being thrown around in chat.

"Because." You deadpan, "If you can do it, so can I."

"That's different." He says every single syllable with precision, as if he is preaching something of upmost importance. "You two spend way too much time together now."

Bad says something to try and interfere the banter he knows is about to take place, chat is going crazy about the Skeppy 2.0s fighting for Bad's love. "So much for a chill stream." He mumbles to chat as his character watches you and Quackity hitting each other. With your fists, since it was deemed a 'fair fight' by both.

After about 3 hours, Bad decided he'd had enough and began saying goodbye to chat. There was a content smile on your lips as you made your character crouch beside Bad's, letting out a small and content "Bye chat!". Quackity had stayed the 3 hours as well, and was yelling his own goodbyes. As soon as the stream ended, Bad let out a small laugh.

"Sometimes you two are just too much." He said, the smile evident in his voice. "Do you guys enjoy bothering me that much?"

"Aw c'mon, Bad. You know we love you tons. And you know damn well you enjoy it too." Quackity teased, which earned yet another exasperated sigh from Bad.

"Okay, well I'm heading to bed.. I'm exhausted. Thank you two, for joining me tonight.. I had fun." He said softly, which automatically made a frown appear on your lips.

"Of course, Bad! I had fun too. Thanks for letting us join. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?" You offered, to which he hummed. There was a few more goodbyes exchanged before the ping notified you both Bad was gone.

There was silence for a bit as you finally got out of the server and shut minecraft off, wanting to rest your eyes for a bit. Maybe even head to bed yourself.

"You'll call him tomorrow, huh?"

Your eyes closed and you leaned your head back against your chair.

"Bit's over, Quackity." You chuckled, not up for yet another banter about who deserved Bad's love more.

"When's the last time we called? Now it's just Bad this, Bad that."

Your eyes opened, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at his little profile picture that had its green ring fading around it.

"What?" You said in pure disbelief.

"You heard me." He mumbled. "Video recordings, streams, calls. And me? Nothing. Not one crumb."

"What about you?" You teased, amusement growing as you realized the past 3 hours had not been about Bad, at least not entirely.

"Don't make me actually say it." He complained, which only helped make the smile on your face grow.

"Use your words, Alex. I can't read minds." You gently bit at your bottom lip in anticipation, and in poor attempt to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape.

"Where's my calls? My recordings. You can't just randomly strip away all your attention from me and dump it on Bad."

"I didn't even do that." You protested, before letting the laugh escape your lips. "Plus, you should be greedy over Bad's attention, not mine."

"Maybe it's not for a bit, asshole? Did you think of that?" He asked sarcastically, earning a scoff from you.

"So you want my attention yet you're going to proceed to call me an asshole?"

"Yes." He breathed out.

"You didn't deny it." You hummed in slight approval. Usually he'd shy away from showing any actual clinginess or affection, and yet here he was, declaring with his whole chest that he wanted attention.

"Because I'm serious. Do you think this is a joke? Is that what I am to you?" He said dramatically, to which you shook your head.

"Of course not." You hummed before smiling at the absurdity of this conversation.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you and now you were imagining things.

"So? Does this mean I'm getting daily calls, recording videos with you, and streaming together whenever? Even on the alt?"

"Now you're just asking for too much."

"It's the bare minimum you can do for treating me so poorly and neglecting your responsibilities."

"Neglecting my responsibilities?" You repeated in disbelief.

"Yes." He declared. "Ignoring me for Bad is neglecting your responsibilities. A.K.A. me."

"I wasn't ignoring you, Alex." You tried to reason, though he would not listen to any reasoning.

"Yeah, yeah. So what? Do we have a deal?"

You paused and thought about what he was asking for. It really wasn't much, and he was most likely joking, but it was very endearing to see him ask for attention so openly. Especially from you.

"Did you miss me, Alex? While I was off on calls with Bad, talking about who knows what until who knows what time.. were you missing me? Thinking about me?" There was a teasing tone to your voice, but you also genuinely wanted to know.

It was clear that it caught him offguard.

"I mean.. yeah– what do you want me to say? No, fuck you. I didn't miss you at all. That's why I'm on call with you whining and bitching about how you don't give me enough attention and I want more. Specifically from you, please."

His last few words came out more hushed than the rest, and it brought a smile onto your face.

"Okay."

"Okay-?"

"You don't have to go on.. I'll give you the attention you want so badly from me." You said, the grin on your face growing more at the sound of happiness he let out.

"I guess directly asking for stuff isn't too bad, hm? I'll have to give props to Karl later for the advice."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. "You asked Karl for advice on how to get my attention-?"

He let out a small groan, "Let's not talk about this with anyone, yeah? Just give me my attention and shh."

You hummed, "Whatever you say, Alex."

#alex quackity #quackity #quackity x you #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #gender neutral reader #quackity brainrot #quackity scenario #help pls #streamer #quackity headcannons #quackity imagines #jealous quackity #bad is very tired

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

can you pls write alphabet for yandere fundy ty and ily!!!

Author's note- Little furry boi, I really want more Las Nevadas Crew request

Warnings- Obsession, Worship, mental abuse, Psychological torture, physical abuse, panic attacks (Fundy), lack of freedom, guilt tripping, and fear

Yandere Fundy Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Fundy would be very touch starved, so he would cuddle you, kiss you, and just pick you up and carry you around.

But if Fundy couldn't touch you, he would give you gifts of things you like, he'll spoil you rotten.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Fundy can be pretty messy. His main method is quite simple, he'll just slash the person in the back with his claw like nails and then claw them to death.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Fundy wouldn't want to to treat you badly, he doesn't want to be like his father, and just the thought of it makes him sick.

Fundy would treat you with respect and will respect your boundaries, but if you don't like being touched, well I'm sorry because this furry boy will NEVER let you go.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I mean, possibly touching you if you don't like being touched. Oh, and not taking you outside, he'll only take you to Las Nevadas since you two live there, but even then he'll watch you like a hawk.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fundy is pretty vulnerable, everyone basically left him, he can't loose you too. So if anyone threatened his Darling, he would fucking beat them to a pulp until someone pulls him off.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Pretty disappointed, he's given you everything, besides freedom, but who needs freedom anyways when you have someone to think and do things for you. He'd most likely just lock you in your room until you behave.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This. Isn't. A. Fucking. Game. This man would go into straight fucking panic the moment he find out, he may even have a panic attack. But after that he'll calm down and using his fox sense of smell to find you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Picture this:

You just said to Fundy that he was just like his father, and that, that would break him. All of his common sense, all of his self control and all of his sympathy and empathy are all gone.

"Just like Wilbur? HAHAHAH, you think Wilbur would do something like this... Oh... I'll show you what he would do if I'm just like him!"

Fundy would pin you you down and start punching you, and they he would start to claw at your face, and he would only stop when he looks at his hands, all of it covered in blood. Fundy would look at your passed out and limp body with so much regret. He would patch you up while crying and cuddle you saying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right... I'm just like Wilbur..."

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Living in Las Nevadas with no worries. No more wars, no more Dream, no more Wilbur. Just peace.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Fundy gets jealous quite easily, and when he does he starts to get rude to the person and insult them until they run off crying. If you were to ask what was that for, he'd just say that he was protecting you and that they were just going to use you for their own disgusting desires.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Pretty soft, he'd do whatever you want and treat you like absolute royalty. But don't take him for a push over, the moment he sees your taking advantage of his kindness and generosity, he'd lock you in a room with no food and no water, just so you learn that his kindness and generosity is a privilege, so treat it as such.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Fundy would be so blush around you, he would send you love letters and gifts anonymously, and would watch you when you open them, wanting to see your reaction to his gifts, seeing you happy makes him so happy.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, no, but he is 10x softer.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Fundy would never want to hurt you physically or emotionally on purpose, he doesn't want to be Wilbur 2.0

Key words are- Physical or Emotionally.

This man will definitely use some psychology shit on you. Have you heard of white room torture? He would definitely do that. This man would harm you mentally, but he could never harm you physically, cause whenever he sees the scars he starts to cry, seeing himself as a disgusting monster.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom and freedom of speech. God forbid you mention or say the name Wilbur around him, this man would go insane and beat you to a pulp, before regaining his composure, patching you up, and crying while cuddling you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Fundy's pretty patient, he understands that love takes time, trust, and that it can be cruel. He'll give you all the time in the world for you to love him, there's no need to worry.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to escape, he would find you within a few hours, and then drag you right back while ranting and guilt tripping you about how much pain you caused him.

Now if you died, he'd be heartbroken, he wouldn't even take care of himself anymore and would just let his nightmares consume him, and juust allow himself to wake up from those nightmares.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Fundy would know it's wrong to hold people hostage, but he just wants to protect you, they're too much bad and terrible people on this server and he doesn't want you to fall victim to them, so if kidnaping keeps you safe, then I guess that's what he must do, love hurts, but it'll be worth it in the end.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

☆PEOPLE LEAVING HIM☆ So whenevethe starts to fall for someone or befriend someone, he'd do anything for them not to leave him, but if they abuse or mistreat him, he'd drop and let them go.

Tears: How do they feel about their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Fundy would feel terrible if he made you cry, he would beg you to stop while apologizing. But if someone else made you cry, he would threaten the person.

If you were to yell at him, he may get scared since it reminds him whenever people got upset with him, mainly Wilbur, so Fudny would just back away scared before running off.

If you were to isolate yourself, he would tell you it isn't healthy and that you should talk to him if he or someone else did something wrong.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really sure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

A few things actually.

His obsession with you, if you act like you're obsessed with him, you may be able to escape.

His desperate attempts to not be like Wilbur, if you continue to assure him he isn't like Wil, you could gain his trust and escape.

Using guilt tripping against him, make him feel bad and he'll give you more freedom, then you could escape.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Fundy has outbursts sometimes and during those times he can't control himself, leading him to hurt you. He doesn't mean to though.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

A lot of lengths, he basically worships the ground you walk on and would do anything for your love, affection and approval.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

1 year.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Fundy doesn't want to break you, he could never live with that.

#yandere dream #yandere dream smp #yandere dream x reader #yandere mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #fundy x reader #Yandere Fundy #Yandere Fundy x reader

[hermits-that-craft]

Homebound - Deya’s childinnit au

This oneshot is for the amazing @deyageka ‘s hotel arc childinnit au! Go check it out, please! This is long, 8 page or 2,641 words, long, please note!

Sam walked home that day, humming to himself. Really, he wasn’t going home per say - just to the small house that Puffy, Foolish and himself had built after they found Tommy. Sam was calm as he could be, he walked instead of using his trident in an attempt to calm himself down after how long the day was. Dream has pulled at his strings early in the morning, and Ranboo sent him on a wild goose chase the second he left the prison. 

Sam hoped that Ranboo’s alright, his message didn’t sound right, even in chat. Why would Ranboo need a totem?

Sam walked into the house, and felt mounting dread as lights didn’t turn on. They should have already been on, the only reason why they would be off is if Puffy had taken Tommy out, but she had sent him a message asking him to come home as soon as possible. They weren’t in danger, she had said, Tommy had just wanted him back.

“I’m back!” Sam called. He smiled as he hoped that the pair were just napping as he shut the door.

False hope can only last so long.

“Puffy!” He screamed, looking at the woman as she lied on the floor. Blood ran down her face, unconscious. Almost like she was dead.

Sam doesn’t remember much of what happened next. Of course, he knows what happened. 

Dream escaped, stealing Tommy. At least, thats the basics. He knows Ranboo was there, he knows that Ranboo was - is - possessed. He knows that Tommy woke up as he was teleported away. He knows that some of the toys that Tommy had were taken.

He knows that Puffy hasn’t woken up yet, even though it’s been three days.

Phil and Techno came around, Techno helping Sam track down Dream and the boys. Tubbo moved Micheal into Sam’s base, hoping that it would be safer. Quackity, Karl, Sapnap and George also joined the search party. The groups split up, scouring the land. Tubbo joins, looking through places he knows Ranboo frequents.

Sam has been banned from searching after Phil found him, half dead, in the snow. 

Ponk helps him heal, but it isn’t enough. Sam can’t - won’t, he’s too much of a coward - voice why he won’t rest. It’s his fault that Tommy’s gone. It’s his fault that Dream got out. He is - was - Tommy’s father, and his was - is - the warden. He failed his jobs. He let not only Tommy, but the entire server down by letting Dream out.

Dream was right, Sam can’t protect anyone, let alone Tommy.  This is his fault.

“Hey, Sam.” Ponk says softly, carrying in some warm soup. “You up to eat now? I’ll eat some too, it can be a real date.”

There’s kindness in Ponk’s eyes, love and sympathy and caring in the brown eyes. Sam doesn’t deserve it. Sam’s hurt too many people, Ponk shouldn’t-

“You’re thinking too hard.” Ponk smiles, handing Sam the soup. “Stop blaming yourself for Tommy’s kidnapping. You couldn’t have known.”

“He’s gone because my prison failed.” Sam whispers. “I failed everyone. I was supposed to be the warden, I was supposed to protect-”

Sam breaks, sobbing. He can’t keep being strong, he can’t keep up this facade. It’s dragging him down, pulling him under the water. Vines wrap around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. The void would be a kinder death, he’s falling apart and-

And Ponk wraps his arms around Sam, letting the creeper hybrid sob into his arms. He holds Sam together, as the world falls apart.

----

“Tommy, settle down.” Dream rolls his eye, not that Tommy can see under his mask. The child is still annoying, but he follows orders easily.

“I want Papa.” Tommy protests, clinging to the Sam Nook toy that Ranboo had stolen for him when Dream took him. “Where’s my Papa.”

“I’m right here.” Dream says, cooing at the child.

“No you’re not.” Tommy glares, tears forming in his tiny eyes. “I want my Papa and Big Q and Karl and Foo’ish and Mama Puff and Sap and George!”

George.

“Do you like George?” Dream asks quietly, shock filling his chest. He could have George back, his best friend.

“Yeah! He reads to me and is safe.” Tommy smiles, tapping the Sam Nook toy around. “Makes me sleepy, though.”

“How would you feel if I asked George to come around?” Dream offers, taking out his communicator.

“Will he?” Tommy looks up, happily. 

“I’m sure he’d love to.” Dream says, and Tommy cheers, throwing Sam Nook to the side as he gives Dream a hug. “But now you need to go to bed.”

Tommy whines, but doesn’t struggle as Dream picks him up. The small child - only two or three years old at most - yawns, snuggling in to sleep as Dream places him in the bed. Dream smiles from under his mask, shutting the door slightly as he leaves. Dream walks down the stairs, watching through the door as Ranboo tidies up the living room. 

Dream whispers to Georgenotfound: Would you like to come around, I haven’t seen you since I left prison. Dream whispers to Georgenotfound: You can bring Sapnap as well, I guess. But I’d like to catch up with you - and tommy’s missing you i guess :/ Georgenotfound whispers to Dream: What are your co’ords? I’ll come now. We can bring Sapnap once he’s calmed down.

Dream smiles, sending through the coordinates without a second thought. Of course George would agree to come around. George is his best friend, he’s Dreams other half. George - and Puffy, a traitorous part of his brain whispers - would do anything for him.

Ranboo stops cleaning for a moment, looking up the stairs. Dream frowns, following his line of sight. No one is there, but he notices the small sobs that emit from the higher floor. Tommy. The child must be crying, maybe a nightmare. He’s too young to remember L’Manburg, the disks or the wars. He only remembers some people, after all.

Sam is one of them. Tubbo was not. A child's mind is a strange place.

Dream walks up the stairs, pausing outside Tommy’s room. He knocks before he enters, warning the boy. Dream turns on the light, not knowing what to expect. 

Tommy sits up in his bed, his eyes screwed shut as he sobs. Tommy hugs Sam Nook close, but no words fall from his lips. Dream sighs, scooping the boy up and gently rocking him. Tommy blinks his eyes open before he screws them shut, crying again. Dream frowns, sinking to the ground as he tries to settle the boy.

“Please stop crying.” Dream mumbles, rocking Tommy. He’s so small, so fragile. Dream can feel every shake of Tommy’s tine body as the child cries himself back to sleep. 

Dream sets the boy back into bed, tucking him in gently. He’ll wait with the boy until Ranboo is done, and then he’ll go to greet George.

----

“Dream sent me a message.” George says, casually leaning against the doorframe. “I have his coordinates.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Eret gasps, covering their mouth. Bad and Phil stand up, looking over George with carefully concealed confusion. “How long ago did you receive the message?”

“About fifteen minutes?” George frowns, checking the time. “Yeah, around fifteen minutes ago.”

“And you didn’t tell us until now?” Techno glares, an axe summoned into his hand.

“I couldn’t find you until now. Are you guys coming or what?”

“Have you told anyone else?” Phil asks, pulling his wings out of his cloak.

“Quackity, Karl and Sapnap are halfway there.” George says, walking towards the coordinates.

“Sam?”

“Doesn’t need the stress.” George says. “He’s too sick.”

“What’s the plan?” Bad asks quietly.

“Karl, Sapnap and Quackity stake the house out from a distance. I go in, distract Dream and Ranboo, and then grab Tommy and run.” George says.

“Where do we come in?” Techno asks.

“I dunno, we didn’t think that far ahead.” George shrugs. “Work it out when we get there.”

And with that, they walk.

----

Dream stands in the kitchen, watching the kettle boil as he waits for George to arrive. He’s boiled the kettle twice so far, waiting for his friend, but he doesn’t want the water to go cold before George can have some tea.

A knock sounds at the door, and Dream cautiously walks over, opening it. White clout glasses and brown hair appears, and Dream relaxes, opening his arms for a hug. George hesitates for a split second before he sinks into the hug. Dream doesn’t - wont - think about it. The hesitation.

“Hey.” Dream breaths, and George smiles. 

“Hey yourself. How are you?”

“Good. I’m a father now.” Dream smirks, and George pulls out from the hug. “Do you want some tea?”

“The gosip type or the good type?” George jokes, and Dream steps aside, showing George the kitchen bench, where two cups are laid.

“Guess.”

----

“Why did George hug him?” Techno whispers to Eret.

“They’re best friends, he’s keeping up the persona.” Eret replies. “Letting Dream’s guard down.”

“Will it work?”

“Well, we won’t know unless George either gets Tommy.” 

“Or he starts screaming.” Phil says darkly, his wings fluttering nervously behind him.

“Dream wouldn’t-” Bad shakes his head. “No, this Dream isn’t the same one who played with Sapnap as a kid. Dream would hurt George, wouldn’t he?”

----

“Is Tommy sleeping alright?” George asks, trying to sound casual. “Sam used to complain that he’d only ever sleep peacefully if I was there.”

It’s a lie, but George and Sam had both noticed that Tommy would sleep easily in George’s arms. Nightmares would still happen, but Tommy would calm down faster.

“He’s been having so many nightmares.” Dream admits. “He also cries a lot, even during the day. I think he needs you around. Familiar faces and all that.”

“What about Ranboo?” George asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Ranboo hasn’t been Ranboo since I escaped.” George can hear the self centered smirk in his voice, the proud lilt of admitting that he’s controlling the teen. “I think Tommy can tell that. It doesn’t seem to bother him all that much, he’s seen my face and isn’t scared.”

George’s stomach drops at that, fear lacing his insides. There’s a reason Dream wears the mask. He doesn’t look safe to be around, he looks like if the void had a neon green eye and a glowing, neon green hole gaping where his mouth and nose should be. But George knows better than to mention that, only raising his eyebrows with surprise.

“I would have thought that would make him cry.” George jokes, lightly elbowing Dream. “Is he sleeping?”

“I hope so, do you want to check?” Dream cocks his head to the side, not too unlike a puppy. George nods, and let’s Dream walk him up the stairs. 

Now’s his chance.

---

Sapnap nervously paces, the treeline hiding him from Dream’s watchful gaze. He’s far enough away to see everything, but not be able to hear anything. It’s safer this way, watching from a distance. Karl and Quackity won’t get hurt if he’s caught, this way. He doesn’t trust the silence, and from the nervous looks on his fiancees’ faces, they don’t like not being able to hear either.

An ear piercing scream tears the silence in half as Karl makes eye contact with Sapnap.

“GEORGE!” Sapnap screams, running towards the house. Snow melts under his feet, he can’t contain his anger. “George!”

Sapnap slams open the door to the house, his hand melting the door handle. George lays on the ground, his glasses under Dream’s foot. Blood. There’s so much blood. Too much blood. George is curled around Tommy, who wails at the top of his lungs. George isn’t moving. Why isn’t George moving? Why isn’t he struggling.

Duck.

Ranboo’s punch misses.

Sweep your opponents leg out from under them.

Ranboo falls to the ground, his head cracking painfully.

Keep your eyes on the room.

Blood pools under Ranboo’s head. Dream laughs.

Don’t let your guard down.

“Did you really think that George could take Tommy from me?”

Don’t let your opponent see any fear.

“I trusted you both. You’re my friends. I can’t believe you would betray me like this.”

Focus on the fight.

“I thought you cared about me, all I wanted was for us to be a family again.”

Dream stands on George, and Sapnap can hear the pained weaze that George breaths out. He’s still alive.

“Eyes on me, Snapnap.” Dream taunts, and Sapnap’s eyes jump back to his once-best friend. “You’ve got to work on that.”

Don’t make the first move.

“Not going to talk to me?”

Go on the defensive.

“That’s rude.”

Duck.

“Let’s dance.”

Duck. Sidestep. Block. Jab. Punch. Duck. Owch, was that his eye? Duck again, keep focusing. Get to the door. Duck. Open the door. Punch. Step outside. Block. Run backwards. Duck. Throw a punch

Sapnap is thrown through the air, landing with a scream on the ground. Snow melts around him, and he lets out a gasp of pain. There’s blood underneath him, staining the snow red. It’s pretty, almost.

Sapnap can see Phil and Techno fight Dream, out of the corners of his eyes. Eret and Bad run into the house, carrying out Ranboo, Tommy and George. They’re safe. Everyone is safe now. Sapnap did good.

“Stay awake Sap.” Karl says, and Sapnap forces his eyes open - when did they close - to see his fiancee’s. Quackity cradles his head in his lap, and Karl fumbles with his pockets. “Keep your eyes open, yeah, that’s good. Keep it up.”

Sapnap groans as Karl pours a healing potion directly onto his torso. It wont help much, there’s something in his back, but he can’t speak. It hurts too much.

“Open your eyes.” Quackity says, and Sapnap feels warm fingers on his cheek. “Open your eyes. BAD! BAD SAPNAP’S-”

----

Sam watches out the window of his room as birds flit around tree branches. Ponk had left the room half an hour ago, just after he served breakfast. Ponk hadn’t said much, simply kissing Sam’s forehead and telling him to relax.

Sam can’t relax. He shouldn’t be allowed to, pneumonia or not. Not while Puffy suffers, while Tommy suffers. 

“Hey Dad.” Quackity’s voice doesn’t surprise Sam, who sees his son every morning.

“Hey duckling.” Sam smiles. “How are you this morning?”

“Good. Sapnap and George are in a bad shape though. Bad kicked me out of their rooms.” Quackity laughs wetly, tears in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sam says, opening his arms out for Quackity. The man smiles, but shakes his head, wiping away tears. 

“There’s something you need to see.” Quackity says, and apparently thats a cue for something, because Jack opens the door to his room.

Niki wheels Puffy into the room, the woman sitting on a wheelchair, her hair falling down over her shoulders. She’s still got a bandage on her head, but there is colour in her cheeks and a knowing smile on her face.

“Puffy.” Sam gasps, happy to see his friend better, if not up and running. Sam tries to stand, to give Puffy a hug, but Quackity just pushes him back into his bed.

“If you’re that happy to see me, you’ll need someone to hold you back with who Foolish has.” Puffy jokes, though her voice is hoarse.

Foolish walks into the room, gently holding a wiggling Tommy. Sam gasps, and true to Puffy’s prediction, it takes Quackity and Jack to stop Sam from getting out of his hospital bed. Foolish passes Tommy to Sam, and the man holds onto Tommy gently, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s here. He’s safe, finally.

“How-”

“We’ll explain later.” Quackity says. “Just relax for now. Everyone is safe.”

#hotel arc childinnit au #dream smp au #dream smp fanfiction #dreamwastaken #awesamdude #georgenotfound #sapnap #dream smp ensemble

[a-lil-perspective]

Spare Dad Batch with an expecting s/o 👀?

I WILL SPARE DAD BATCH ANY DAY OF THE WEEK especially the pregnancy and baby stuff holy—

I’ll do you one better: Dad Batch Hunter with an expecting S/O feat. Ori’vod Omega.

Warnings for talk of pregnancy and babies and maybeee allusions to a breeding kink if you s q u i n t.

—

I’ve always said Hunter is the first one to pick up on the pregnancy. He can sense the hormone changes early on, just the slightest shift in the composition but it’s kind of a daunting revelation and so he just keeps it to himself for the first few weeks until he’s 100% certain of his suspicion.

Omega picks up on it not long after. Omega is very... perceptive in ways not yet fully understood.

Hunter still thinks he’s the only one who knows and so he’s just been carefully observing the wife while she’s none the wiser and he’s struggling lol like should he say anything or just wait for an opportunity to present itself like how does this work???

The topic is finally broached at the dinner table one night, courtesy of Omega.

She’d long since abandoned her dish in favor of idly turning over the contents, a wondrous look on her face.

Hunter’buir sitting across the way asks what’s got his mirdala so awestruck. She shrugs, but the smile underscoring her features is profound.

“I can’t wait to be a big sister.”

Hunter watches as his wife turns to their Meg, positively befuddled.

She’s able to reign in her confusion enough to run a loving hand through Omega’s hair and ask, “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re going to have a baby.”

Hunter leans back in his chair, feeling very smug with himself while the poor wife just looks shell shocked.

Still, he decides to play along, though he can’t keep the amusement from his lips. “What makes you think that, Meg?”

Omega keeps her eyes trained on her plate. She won’t meet Hunter or Mom’buir’s gaze, but she leans into the touch. “I had a dream,” she murmurs meekly, and then in afterthought adds, “—And, it was just talking to me.”

Mom’buir senses her growing reticence, and keeps a comforting hand on her cheek. “What was talking to you?” She prompts gently.

Omega’s eyes fall to her still mostly uniform stomach. “The baby.”

Both Buirs take too long to respond.

Omega quickly asks to be excused. Hunter gives her a reassuring smile and a nod, and she scampers off without another word. Mom’buir watches her go.

She feels Hunter’s eyes trained heavily on her. She turns slowly to her Riduur, thoroughly unsure of what expression she’ll find.

“You’re pregnant?” His face is pulled taut with solemnity, his antics from a moment ago quickly dissolved. He looks at her almost imploringly, and she realizes, he asks with hope wound tight in his throat. It’s something they’ve talked about extensively, a desire nestled into wantonly moans during the height of their pleasure. She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt, Hunter wants ade more than anything.

She drinks in his heavy expression. What a question to ask, for a man of heightened senses. She knows, Hunter often asks questions he already knows the answer to. “You tell me, Ruus’alor.”

His smirk from earlier returns then, and he shrugs. “I’ve had an idea. Just been waiting until the right moment.”

“How very dramatic of you.”

“All part of the plan.” He fists the hair at the nape of his neck, a nervous habit she is not at all phased by. “Actually to tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

“So you had Omega do it?”

Hunter laughs then. “No no, I had nothing to do with that. I have no idea how she knows.”

“You’re not at all concerned that your child demonstrated prophetic abilities.”

Hunter’s eyes crease, revealing a prolonged weariness. “It’s not the first time, you know.”

The wife nods slowly. Omega she’s... she’s always been ahead of her time, ahead of the game, and the change. The Buirs can’t say they’ll ever fully comprehend it. Her insight is not one to be trifled with. It will never not be slightly unnerving, but they’ve learned to take it all in stride.

She looks to Hunter again, but his gaze is lost to her midsection, to the fantasy-turned-reality. His eyes are soft and elated.

“You’re pregnant.” It’s spoken in a whisper of reverence, and instantly the suffocating feeling that came with keeping it suppressed all this time is lifted. He embraces her in an instant, gathering her adoringly close while his hand comes up to cradle the back of her head.

She hums into him. “And you’re not surprised.”

He kisses her crown. “I knew all that fun would pay off.”

She swats him but can’t help the laugh that escapes. She racks her brain to estimate how far along she could be. Given their... increased activity the past several weeks, she doesn’t have to think too hard, but Hunter makes her promise to get in with the medics first thing in the morning.

Omega of course didn’t stray too far out of earshot; she never does. Which is what earned Hunter his swat. It’s only a matter of time before Meg, with her sweet innocence and earnest mind, begs to know what “fun” Hunter’buir is alluding to.

But for now; she scurries over and wedges in between her embracing parents. She loves seeing them happy, and she feels like she’s flying when they both lean down and kiss her. They don’t have to lean far; she’s getting so tall, growing up so fast. Her thoughts fall to the growing baby.

“I told you,” she beams as Hunter’s lips linger on her cheek.

“You sure did, Om’ika.”

—

Omega’s excitement only grows throughout the pregnancy. When baby becomes more pronounced, Meg is more proactive in her efforts, her delicate hands practically glued to the burgeoning swell as she fawns and chatters away with her growing vod’ika. She simply can’t wait.

Her and Mom’buir grow immensely closer during the process. Omega loves snuggling up with her at night, hands resting on her belly anytime Hunter’s aren’t. She presses an ear to the soft swell so that she can better hear when baby “talks” to her.

They’ll often fall asleep like that, Omega’s sweet face pillowed by Mom’buir’s tummy. The first time she feels a kick, her awe is indescribable. She touches her baby sister every chance she gets.

Yes, Meg is 1000% certain she’s getting a baby sister. Her and Hunter’buir are very proud of their “Team Girl” assertions.

And they are both right.

Ori’vod Omega is a title well earned. She is Mom’buir’s biggest help, always by her side, fussing over her health—her medical instincts never leave her. She’s always asking questions and offering suggestions—even more so when baby arrives.

It’s an intimate experience for her and the Buirs to share, and Omega feels privileged to be apart of this new, unique take on life. It’s so very different to the labs back on Kamino. And, Omega decides, far more beautiful.

#hope you like #hey I will do Ori’vod Omega headcanons anyday of the week btw XD #sorry I get so carried away with these I guess lol #also I am feral for breeding kinks so that secret’s out lmao #I wish I was brave enough to post fics with that lol #tw breeding kink #tw pregnancy #the dad batch #star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #clone force 99 #papa hunter #Hunter’buir #sergeant papa #sergeant hunter #dad shaped hunter #anon/nonny #sergeant hunter x reader #omega #omega bad batch #Ori’vod Omega #meg #meg bad batch #bad batch headcanons #pregnancy reveal #it’s a lil thing #asks