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love-lilly02 · 24 days

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The Challenge— Chapter 9

When you died, you were going to have an all white funeral.

It was something that had been decided by your entire family, not even by your agreement but by tradition. According to them, a funeral was a celebration, not an occasion to be sad.

When you joined the 141, they were required to ask how you wanted preparations to be set up, if there were any “special requests.”

Your mom answered that one for you.

Never in his life did Gaz actually assume he would show up to a funeral in white.

He almost thought he would have to do it.

“This is bull shit!”

Soap’s yell snaps Gaz out of his thoughts, and he looks back at where the man is sitting on the edge of his seat yelling at the others in the room. Specifically you, who’s sitting there half in tears. If your laughing or crying is still completely unknown to him. “That clue is bull shit and you know it.”

“I’m literally HANDING you the answer!!” You yell back at him, almost choking over both your words and laughter at the same time.

“NO. YOU ARENT. THAT ANSWER IS SO SHITTY A TOILET WOUKDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT!!!” Soap hollers back, and the rookies explode with laughter.

“ITS A FUCKING MOVE THEY DO!”

“I don’t know what the fuck a pas de deux is but it does NOT. EXIST.”

“Bitch i was one of these hoes for twelve years, I WOUKD KNOW”

And so it continues. It had started out with a simple game between the four of you, well, three considering Si opted out, but it quickly turned into a good natured screaming match over the game. Headbands always turned out like this though, at least whenever Soap played.

“Thirty seconds, suds.” Price grumbled from the couch, and you snapped your fingers quickly, trying to think of something to give him a hint.

“Fuck uhhh, okay The Nutcracker?”

“Actor?”

“No, no but you’re close. They move around a lot more?”

“A soldier.”

“No, damnit. Like, like— fuck, fuck!! Okay pink fluffy skirts-“

“DANCER!”

“Yes!!” You scream, and you both jump for joy. Everyone in the room cheers, and Gaz even notices Ghost crack a smile under his mask.

“Fuckin ‘Pas de Deux’ what kind of a clue is that” Soap grunts, knocking back another drink. You just roll your eyes, sighing loudly.

“It’s literally a dance move everyone knows. I could have said pirouette and you still wouldn’t catch on, I don’t see a difference.” The silent insult makes him chuckle, and Gaz’s smile widens.

“Lay offit ay? Not my fault nobody knows dance terms.”

“I actually knew that.” Gaz pipes up, and Ghost nods in agreement. “It is a pretty common dance move.”

You throw your hands in the air as if to say see fucker, I was right.

Soap just rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t know you danced,” Gaz said, lifting his drink to his lips. He tries to ignore the way your eyes follow the movement, or how it takes you a few seconds longer than usual to respond.

“Mhm. Did it with my sister for a while. Wasn’t very good, unfortunately.” Gaz nods, humming.

“When’d you quit?” He asks, pretending to swirl his drink around in the glass.

You eye him suspiciously, trying to blink through the haze the alcohol has made in your mind. “Few years back, round the same time I enlisted.”

Gaz nodded. It felt wrong, using you for information like this. But this had become more than just some challenge for him, it was genuine curiosity. Like there was a constant itch in the back of his mind that he couldn’t get to die down unless he got some answers.

Usually, Ghost was the tech person. He would be the one to hack cameras, snoop on people, be the physical stalker. The problem they all ran into, though, is that a lot of your life was online. You were the youngest of them all, younger than Gaz even, and while they gave you shit for it, it meant you were way more online than they were.

Because of that, they couldn’t rely on just your files to tell them everything. There was a world hidden somewhere in all your deleted accounts, messages encoded in emails and photos from after your graduation. Piecing them together was too big of a job for one man alone, especially men of their age.

So they didn’t do it alone.

It took your near death experience to make grown ass men to realize how fucking stupid they were being about this. Simon said it himself, the 141 didn’t operate by itself. It was a team. They were a team. They did things together, which meant they would get their answers together. It also meant they would get to share you at the same time, but that wasn’t a foreign concept to them.

And none of them really had an issue sharing with each other.

That night, after everyone else had turned in , Gaz got to work. He used the best lead of you he had (your beginning of the year photo for Junior year, taken just before everything disappeared) and worked his way down. He flew through all of your files, finding names, dates and addresses. Long ago he figured out that numbers were the most important thing in a task like this. Without them you could get nowhere. He followed paths he had taken dozens of times, different directions to get to the same conclusion. There wasn’t anything there. Just like you predicted, it all stopped at your junior year.

This time, though, that wasn’t what he was looking for.

Once he hit that wall again, He went back and retraced his steps. He included references to clubs in his search, finding every extra circular at your school and looking into their history. Nothing came up for a long, long time.

It was nearly sunrise before he found something. Normal people would have seen this and not batted an eye, but Gaz was too keen in his research to miss it.

In an article about your schools dance team, just a few months before graduation two names glared out on the screen at him. Your name, and someone else’s who rhymed quite well with yours. The gears spun in his head, and he laughed to himself in pure shock.

They were on a a wild goose chase for the wrong person.

It explained why he was physically unable to find anything on you, because he wasn’t even looking for you in the first damn place. He was tracking down your sister.

He took the two names and pasted them into his system, hitting enter on the keyboard.

Over three hundred search results came up, but only one caught his eye.

“Local College student gets killed in school shooting, family is left devastated.”

He might have to do a bit more digging than he thought.

Finding the photos was the easy part. Now that he knew who you were, they were everywhere. You really had gotten up to a lot behind their backs, you had at least tried out every club once and volunteered everywhere in your damn state. It was impressive that you managed to switch personalities so quickly, going from someone so loud and outgoing to… well, you. He knew hiding this much information wasn’t easy, having to go under an alias a few times to escape capture taught him that the hard way. But you did it with ease, as if you…

Oh.

He had to tell Price.

AN: if you can spot the audio reference and tell me which audio it comes from, who made it and give me a time stamp i’ll post the next chapter early (as in; as soon as i see the ask/comment)

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messrmoonyy · 1 year

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Come to mommy

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

Prompt: this is an whole amalgamation of the absolute onslaught of Mommy!Tess requests. To name a few snippets of some of them ‘ okay but mommy tess with the strap? 👀’ , ‘ can you write Tess fucking reader over the table or the counter ‘ , ‘ mommy!tess gives off big ‘ wearing the strap under clothes ‘ energy. Do with that what you will ‘, ‘ honestly need mommy Tess to fuck me brainless ‘

A/n- first of all, everyone say thank you to my fav anon Tess thirster for bringing up the idea of Mommy!Tess and sending you all cuckoo for coco puffs. so. Ugh. Yeah. I did not realise how feral you all were for Tess with a mommy kink. Like. Holy shit. I had just, so. So. Many varying asks asking for something or other that included it so I honestly just smashed them all together into this.I only proof read this once. EDIT: this fic has been reading weird if you are viewing in app, I recommend reading on browser or over on my ao3 instead! The link is over on my masterlist

Warnings: 18+ || tess, smut; soft Dom mommy kink tess, use of sex toys ( a strap on ), fake p in v ( reader receiving ) , praise kink, overstimulation, mild dumbification, tiny bit of choking, oral ( reader receiving) , mild degradation

Word count: 4.5k

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The first time it happened it had been an accident.

You were a sobbing mess of a woman, shaking and sore and overstimulated beyond belief. She’d been working at you for hours. Well, that’s what it felt like at least, you’d long since passed the point of even knowing your own name never mind telling the time.

She’d gotten jealous after some nobody on your work detail had flirted with you, Taken you home and made sure you remembered exactly who you’d belonged to, her hands, her mouth, even the small selection of toys she’d scavenged over the years had made an appearance. And you were a total wreck.

And it had just… slipped out.

“ mommy please “ she’d froze, the hand currently fucking open your abused cunt with… you didn’t even know what toy it was at that point, stuttering for a moment. You hadn’t entirely even realised you’d said it, far too spaced out to process a straight thought. But Tess had processed it. She’d heard it. And Lord did she like it.

“ I know pretty girl, you’re doing so good for mommy arent you? “ she continued her prior actions, dragging the toy in and out of you at a brutal pace and eyes locked firmly on your face. Not that you could see clearly anymore, eyes blurry with tears and so drunk on the sheer presence of her “ come for mommy baby, it’s okay “

You’d never come so hard in your life you were certain of it, half hour after you were still shaking and floating. Brain on vacation somewhere sunny and warm and no longer in your body. To say it had been intense would have been an understatement.

You’d not discussed it at all afterwards. Maybe because you didn’t actually have a one hundred per cent certainty on if you’d actually even said it, or just simply imagined the whole thing.

But you had. And it had unlocked something practically primal inside your girlfriend.

She’d waited a few weeks before bringing it up again, leaving you to stew on the idea of whether or not you’d actually said it. Some internal debate on whether or not you should be embarrassed as hell or not. Was she not talking about it because she thought it was weird? Or because you’d not even said it? You didn’t know. And you weren’t about to ask her either. So you tried to forget it.

But it soon came back around.

Tess could always tell when you were in a bad mood. Granted, You weren’t exactly good at hiding it but she could read you like a book. She knew from one glance what mood you were in. But you weren’t exactly subtle about it in that moment. So you were not in a mood to talk to her that morning.

It was a rare thing for you to leave without saying goodbye, even if she was sleeping you’d shake her awake enough to drop a kiss to her lips and tell her you’d be back soon. But you’d woken up in a foul mood, whiskey hangover lingering in your skull even though you’d not drank half as much as Tess and Joel had. They could handle their drink. You couldn’t.

You’d debated staying in bed all day, but you had shit to do. So you’d reluctantly gotten up, silently changed, grabbed your bag and headed for the door. Thanking your lucky stars that Tess’ usual ability to wake up at the slightest sound was hindered when she was sleeping off an entire bottle of whiskey. So you’d scribbled a quick note and left.

The fresh morning air actually helped your head a little. October was in full effect, the air crisp and the early morning sun granting a little warmth as it cut though the fine layer of fog covering the QZ. The city air wasn’t particularly what you wanted, you wished you could be outside the wall and inhale some mildly fresher air. But you had shit to sell, and you weren’t stupid enough to go out there alone.

You started with the FEDRA officers. Knowing they were a little less dickish in the morning, not enough time for someone to have pissed them off yet. You knew who wanted what, and how much you could get for it. Knew exactly who to avoid too. Some of the guards would have arrested you on the spot, others would’ve taken far too much advantage of the fact that you were a woman. But you’d been at this for years now. You knew your clients.

So after a couple hours the pills, cigarettes and varying other stuff you’d taken out with you were gone. The space in your bag had been replaced with stacks of ration cards, ammo and a few other bits and pieces.

At least by the time you made it back to your apartment your head was much clearer, Your little hangover practically gone but still a niggling feeling of annoyance scratching at the back of your mind. The same way it had been for the last 3 weeks debating if you were gonna bring up the whole… mommy thing again. Or wait for her to. It was silly that it was still bothering you. You’d been with Tess for years, you should just talk about it.

But what was it. Maybe some sense of embarrassment that yes, it had slipped out by mistake, but it had only slipped out because you’d been thinking about it. That you’d wanted to say for ages and unfortunately in that moment you’d slipped up. Is that why Tess hadn’t brought it up? Had she thought it was weird? Had she thought talking about it would only embarrass you more?

Either way. It was pissing you off.

You unlocked the front door to find her sat at the table, looking far too alert for someone that had drank as much as she had the night before.

“ where the fuck have you been? “ she asked, eyes following you as you kicked off your shoes and headed for the kitchen.

“ working “ you said, dumping your bag on the counter and pulling the box of ration cards from your bag ready to count them. You heard the chair she was sat in scrape against the floor, the sound of her heading your way. She came up behind you, arms looping around your waist as you continued counting out your cards, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“ what’s going on? “ you didn’t answer her, counting under your breath and stacking the cards into piles “ baby “ you sighed as you lost count of the stack in your hand, her lips pressing softly against your neck distracting you immediately.

“ nothing “ you didn’t have to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes at you. You stacked the cards neatly as her arms tightened around you with a sigh, placing the cards into the box you stored them in ready to be tucked away under the floorboards again.

“ nothing “ she said, sarcasm lacing her words “ come on, tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. Why’d you leave without waking me up? “ you sighed debating just coming out with it and asking her. But you really weren’t in the mood for that conversation.

“ I just woke up in a funny mood. I’m fine” you reached into your bag again, making a note of how many cards you had and what stock was left. Tess shifted slightly behind you, her fingers slipping under the hem of your sweater.

She was quiet for a little while, watching you jot things down until you sighed. Putting down your pen, fingers pressing at your temples as your hangover threatened to make itself known again.

“ headache? “ you nodded and she pressed a kiss to the side of your head, then trailed her lips down across your jaw, nuzzling her nose behind your ear in a way that actually made a smile tug at your lips.

You almost hated her for how simple it was for her to pull you out of a bad mood, just by being sweet on you.

“ is that a smile? “

“ no “ you felt her smile against your skin and you forced yourself to suppress your own. Just to prove a point.

“ but you look so pretty when you smile, why are you in a bad mood? “ she was kissing at your neck again, her cold fingers moving further under the warmth of your sweater “ do you need mommy to make you feel better? “ you tensed as she said it, her voice in that low sultry tone that made you wet instantly. Never mind when she was saying… that.

“ i- Tess- “ words failed you, brain short circuiting as you tried to comprehend what was going on. What she’d just said. She’d really had you worrying all this time, when she liked it? Had she been worrying too? Or had she done it purposefully, waited a while to get you wound up thinking about it ready to pull the rug from under you by dropping it so casually?

She was evil

“ is that a yes? “ the way you could feel her grinning as she pushed at the collar of your sweater to nip at the juncture where your neck met your shoulder. She grabbed a hold of your hips with her hands, pulling you back against her and you gasped at what you felt.

“ is that- “

“ answer the question “ she said, pulling at your collar again to try and find more skin to smother in kisses. You wiggled your hips, trying to determine if you really were feeling what you thought you were.

“ yes “ you breathed out, hand reaching behind you and slipping into her sweats. Your breath stuttered as your thoughts were confirmed, fingers wrapping around the warm silicone of her strap “ you’ve been waiting for me to get home? “ you turned around in her embrace, resisting the urge to moan just at the sight of her.

“ figured when you left without telling me you were in a pissy mood. Only way to fix that is to fuck you until you forget why you’re mad in the first place. Isn’t it?” Your cheeks flushed and more embarrassingly, you could feel your clit throbbing in your pants as if it had its own fucking heartbeat.

God you were fucked.

She stepped impossibly closer to you, your back pressing against the edge of the counter, fingers nudging under your chin so you’d look at her face and not down at the phallic shape between her legs.

“ and I know nothing else gets you more braindead than taking mommy’s cock, isn’t that right pretty girl? “ your brain short circuited at her words, glitching as it attempted to process what she was saying to you. Whilst looking down at you like you were tiny, vulnerable. You could already feel your brain turning to nothing but a pile of mush inside your head.

Because she was right. Of course she was. You loved nothing more than letting her mould you and use you and turn you into brainless little toy, not a single care or thought in your head. Nothing to worry about except for her. The most perfect escape.

“ yes mommy “ it came out as a whisper, your voice already starting to fail you. You were certain you caught her breath hitch as the name fell past your lips, clearly enjoying it just as much as you were.

She captured your lips suddenly, a kiss so desperate that told she really was enjoying this. Your fingers grabbed at the hem of her shirt as she kissed you, hard and bruising in a way that would leave your lips swollen when she was done with you. Not that you cared.

Her hands were pushing at the waistband of your leggings, shoving them down as far as she could without breaking her lips away from yours. She grabbed at your waist then, hoisting you up to sit on the counter and standing between your knees and pushing your leggings the rest of the way off.

You whimpered as the toy brushed over your still covered cunt, already becoming desperate for her. You pulled away from her lips, pushing her shirt up and urging her to take it off.

“ please. Wanna see you “ she let you take it off, smirking at the way you practically drooled at the sight. Your fingers ghosted over the scars and bruises that littered her chest, her ribs, her stomach. When she was feeling particularly accepting of your affections, she’d let you smother every single one with kisses. Replacing the harsh memories and the pain, with your gentle touch.

You leant forward, unable to resist the urge to touch her when she was standing so close to you. Exposed in a way only you saw. Eyes flickering up to hers, waiting for her to stop you as you took a nipple between your lips. You sighed dreamily when she didn’t tell you to stop, relishing in the joy you got any time she let you touch her. She laced a hand into your hair as you covered every inch of her that you could reach in kisses, taking the opportunity to graze your teeth over her skin and mark her how she so often marked you.

You knew any other day she’d have scolded you for it, but today she was feeling nice. Letting you get away with things you wouldn’t normally because you were in a bad mood. Or had been anyway. It was impossible to be moody when you had a woman like her half naked in front of you.

“ feeling better already? “ she asked, her voice low, tugging lightly on your hair in a way that made your scalp prickle but not enough to hurt

“ mhm “ you mumbled, happy to just sit there and keep your lips on her tits all day. But she’d never let you do that.

“ I guess you don’t want me to fuck you anymore then “ you let go of her immediately, a pout on your face.

“ no no- please “ she smiled, a smugness that was almost annoying. You looked back down between you, wrapping your fingers around the toy as if to prove your point. That you very much did want her to fuck you. God you wanted nothing more.

Her eyes were locked on your hand, watching intently as you shifted closer to the edge of the counter, as you ran the tip of her cock against your still covered cunt. You sighed softly at the small amount of relief you got at finally having some kind of contact.

“ someones eager “ she gently moved your hand away “ baby girl you’re wet for me already? “ your cheeks flushed pink, squirming on the counter under her gaze. Her fingers brushed over the wet spot on your underwear and you let out a shaky breath “ what does my pretty girl want? “ she asked, pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to even bother taking them off.

“ need you to fuck me “ you whispered, watching with blown out eyes as she spit onto her fingers, rubbing her hand over the toy in a way that shouldn’t have made your cunt throb the way it did “ god. Please “ you whined “ please mommy “ you sounded pathetic. Desperate.

“ shh baby I know, I know. Mommy’s gonna make you feel better “ she cooed, one hand grabbing onto your hip and the other pressing her cock against your clenching hole. You whimpered as she pushed in, adding inch after inch until she was flush against you “ such a good girl, look at you taking every inch of mommy’s cock “ you looked down at where your two bodies met, marvelling at the way you managed to take the whole length of her.

You eyes fell closed, trying to make your brain think a single tangible thought. But all you could think about was how full you felt. How deep she seemed to be inside of you, your walls clenching around the silicone.

“ fuck “ you breathed out as she started moving, her movements proving she was just as eager as you seemed to be. You wrapped your legs around her waist to keep her as close and deep as you could get her, nails digging into her shoulder as she drew a string of lewd sounds from your mouth.

“ that’s it baby, taking me so well “ you forced your eyes back open, locking them on hers as she fucked into you an increasingly brutal pace “ you like that, hmm? Like it when mommy fucks you like a little slut? “ you couldn’t answer her, high pitched moans the only thing leaving your throat. Her hand slipped around to the nape of your neck to keep you looking at her “ answer me “

“ yes “ you said breathless, forehead dropping onto hers for a moment. She was hitting the perfect spot with every thrust of her hips, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every bruising move. It had only been a few minutes and you already were creeping closer by the moment.

You didn’t know what was more addictive, the look on her face as she slowly worked away any remains of your bad mood, or the feel of the tip of her cock as it brushed over the spot that made you see stars over and over again. In the past, with your ex, you’d found it incredibly difficult to come. So the way Tess could have you there with such ease baffled you every time.

“ fuck it’s so good “ she smirked at you as you tightened your legs around her waist, clinging onto her for dear life as you tried to stave your orgasm off. Not wanting it to be over yet. But she knew you too well.

“ already baby? “ you shook your head and tried to focus on keeping it away. But all you could think about was the stretch of your cunt, the pressure of her fingers on your hips. She’d pushed you into that far off space in your head, where your mind drifted and you didn’t have a full control over your body. It didn’t take much anymore.

“ don’t stop “ you begged, letting yourself drift further and further into your own head, arousal clouding your thoughts.

“ look so pretty when you’re taking cock baby” she said, breathless, that smug grin still plastered on her face “ taking it so fucking well for me “ you were reaching a point where it felt impossible to hold on any longer, your orgasm so close you could taste it. Silently you begged she wouldn’t make you hold it off, wouldn’t be her usual mean self and edge you for hours.

But it was like she read your mind.

“ I won’t make you beg baby it’s okay, come for mommy. Show me how pretty you look when you come on my cock “ her filthy words were the final piece of momentum you needed, eyes screwing shut as your first orgasm hit you like a freight train, cunt squeezing around the thick silicone buried inside of you “ that’s my girl, that’s it “ she said a softly, slowing her movements until she came to a stop.

You leant your head back against the wall behind you, trying to catch your breath. Your mind wasn’t your own, far off somewhere leaving you with no control over your own body. Brainless, unable to form a single thought other than Tess.

She pressed kisses across the damp skin of your neck. You pulled weakly at the hem of your sweater, too hot to leave it on any longer. She gently pushed your hands away and took it in her own hands “ i got you baby girl “ she said softly, pulling it over your head before going back to trailing kisses across your skin. You arched into her touch as she pulled at the cups of your bra, kissing at your neck as she squeezed your tit in her hand. You moaned as her thumb brushed over your sensitive nipple, cunt fluttering around the toy that was still buried inside of you “ was that good baby? “

“ yes mommy “ you sighed, eyes closing again as she grazed her teeth across your neck.

“ can you give me one more baby? Mommy wants one more “ as the afterglow began to lift you gave her a nod, opening your eyes again to look at her “ that’s my girl “ you whined as she let you go and she pressed a soft kiss to your lips to silence you. You winced as she slipped out of you, feeling too empty without her there “ can you stand pretty girl? “ your legs felt like jelly but you gave it a try anyway.

She held your waist as you slipped off the counter, grabbing onto her arms to keep yourself steady for a moment. She finally helped you out of your soaked underwear, then took your face in her hands once you got your balance, brushing her lips over yours for a moment before kissing you. You melted into her, hands wrapping around her wrists to keep her there. It was so unbelievably gentle compared to the way she had just fucked you. It always baffled you how quickly she could switch between the two.

The way her body pressed against yours had you getting worked up again embarrassingly easy, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to find some relief. She noticed your squirming, reluctantly pulling away from you and glancing down at the way you were squirming around.

“ aw baby girl “ she cooed, reaching down to cup your sticky cunt with her hand. You whimpered at the touch, hiding your face in her neck in some desperate attempt to be closer to her. She pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you just thanked your lucky stars that she was being nice to you today. Granting you the chance to come without begging, even wanting you to go a second time and not spend hours edging you until you sobbed.

“ mommy “ you whimpered into her neck, nuzzling your nose against her. Her other hand cradled the back of your head as she pushed a finger between your swollen, sticky lips.

“ I know baby I know “ she gently circled your clit as you whimpered against her skin, gripping onto her bicep “ so needy huh? “ you hummed an answer as she kept up her gentle pace on your clit. She loved it when you were like that. Desperate to be close to her, clingy and needy. You wrapped your hand around her wrist, trying to urge her to give you a little more. As if she hadn’t just fucked life out of you once already “ turn around for me baby “ she said after a few moments. You reluctantly let her go, turning around as she gently pushed at your back “ that’s my girl, just like that you got it “ your breath hitched as you felt her brush the tip of her cock between your sensitive folds, gasping when she caught your clit.

“ please “ you said, voice quieter than you’d expected. But she heard you anyway.

“ so fuckin needy “ she said, hand sliding down over your waist to your hip and squeezing lightly “ don’t worry baby. Told you. I got you “

You whimpered as she re entered your over sensitive cunt in one smooth thrust, giving you a moment before settling herself into a steady rhythm again. She was slower this time, but just as deep. Just as bruising. And you knew you wouldn’t last long at all.

Your brain was shattered. A pile of broken, useless mush rattling around inside your skull. Able to think of nothing but the feeling of the heavy silicone dragging against your tender walls, Tess’ fingers pressing at the flesh on your hips, the obscene wet sounds your body made as she used you. Tess.

You gripped onto the edge of the counter as her hips snapped against your ass with every thrust she made, knuckles blanching with how tightly you were holding on.

“ fuck baby you look so pretty like this “ she gripped tighter to your hips, pulling you back as she fucked you harder “ doing so well “ she praised, earning another whine of an answer from you as you relished in the words that left her lips “ taking mommy’s cock so well baby. Such a good girl for me “ her words shouldn’t have made your cunt flutter the way it did, words so filthy but said with such a gentle tone.

Your legs were shaking and you were almost afraid your knees would buckle beneath you, especially once your already looming orgasm hit you.

“ I need- I’m gonna- mommy “ you were far too deep inside your own head to form a coherent sentence. But she understood. She looped an arm under your waist and pulled you back up against her, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“ want to come for me baby? Gonna come on mommy’s cock again? “ you nodded, unable to keep your eyes open anymore. The new angle was almost too much, the way she fucked up into you making your vision blur, hitting a spot you didn’t even know existed. Her fingers wrapped lightly around your throat, squeezing gently “ god look at you “ she breathed out “ mommy’s braindead little slut huh? “

And with that you were gone. The lack of oxygen reaching your already useless brain made it somehow more intense than the first. Your eyes rolling back as your whole body shook, trembling as you came for a second time.

“ that’s it. That’s my girl, there you go “ if it wasn’t for her arms around you you were certain you’d have fallen. Your body didn’t feel like your own anymore. Your bones made of jelly, your mind blank of anything but the woman who still had her cock buried in your aching cunt “ I want one more “ she said softly by your ear, nuzzling her nose against your cheek “ one more pretty girl. I know you can give mommy one more, can’t you? “ you weren’t entirely sure you could. You didn’t think in that moment you could even recite your full name, your legs were useless, your brain was gone. She’d done as she always did, turned you into a wreck.

“ I don’t- fuck “

“ you can take it baby girl, I know you can. Hmm? “ as much as your body felt done, you were actually curious if she could draw another orgasm out of you. It had been a while since she’d kept you going that long.

So you nodded, trying to steady your breathing.

“ that’s my special girl “ to your relief she scooped you up into her arms, carrying you over to your bed and laying you down. Thankful that she wasn’t going to make you try and stand any longer. You watched through half open eyes as she rid herself of her strap, climbing on top of you and pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your lips “ you’re doing so fucking well baby “

“ thank you mommy “ you whispered and smiled up at her, keening at the praise and sighing as she started trailing kisses down your body. She took her time, kissing along your neck, your collarbones. Take extra time to toy with your nipples and lick at the underside of your tits in a way that made your cheeks burn. She carried on further, lips trailing over your tummy and thighs. She gently nudged your legs apart, soothing her hands over your still trembling legs.

“ you gonna be a good girl for me and give me one more? “ you gave a small nod, lifting your hips off of the mattress to urge her to move. She gave a small laugh, patting your thigh lightly before dropping a gentle kiss to your cunt “ okay pretty girl, I got you “

It bordered on a little too much as her tongue made contact with your swollen clit, still sensitive from your previous two orgasms. She was the most gentle she’d been since you’d started, small gentle licks from your clit down to your abused hole.

You looked down at her, watching as she slipped her other hand down between her body and the bed. If she hadn’t wrecked you so much you’d have begged her to let you help her. But you knew in that moment she wouldn’t let you. And you were okay with that. Watching her devour your cunt, whilst toying with her own clit was enough to make you drool.

“ fuck “ you whimpered at the sight, feeling her smile against you as she suckled at your clit. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as she worked you towards the edge again. Your nerves were frayed, every single one buzzing from the never ending stream of pleasure you were being gifted.

Watching her hand pick up speed made you want to force your exhausted body to move and replace her hand with your own. It made your entire body blossom with warmth that she was so turned on without having even being touched by you. That fucking you, watching you, touching you, was enough to have her chasing her own orgasm.

As your back arched off the bed, orgasm number three wracking your body, you felt her hand tighten its grip on your thigh. A stuttering breath leaving her as her own climax peaked. You forced your head up to watch her, desperate to see the way her eyes screwed shut at the pleasure washing over her. You had the face committed to memory, seeing as you so rarely got to see it. It was often an image you replayed to yourself when she disappeared from time to time, using it to get yourself off.

She took a moment to compose herself before crawling back over you, a gentle hand cupping your cheek

“ hey baby girl “ she said softly, brushing your hair way from your damp forehead “ you did so fuckin well. So good for me “ you leaned into her touch, eyes too heavy to open now “ I’m gonna clean you up okay? “ you shook your head weakly, grabbing at her arms and tugging her down next to you

“ no “ you whined “ not yet… stay. Please “ she hesitated a moment but then moved to lay beside you, pulling you to lay on her chest. You snuggled against her, pressing your face into the crook of her neck and sighing dreamily. Looking well and truly fucked out “ hmm…better “ she stroked your hair softly as you both caught your breath, and you let your mind piece itself back together again.

And you took a moment to try and remember why you’d even been mad in the first place.

#well #there you have it #tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfic #Anna torv #lesbian #lgbt #other characters for exposure:#Joel miller #ellie williams #smut

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Rabbit Burrow

(5180 words) part 2 (1 found here)

Tony Becker, one year after surviving the attack from GGY, tracks down Gregory post-SB. But he has to get through Vanessa and Freddy before he can get to Gregory.

Its only after Tony has run through the interaction with Vanessa ten times over that he realizes she never told him how she knows Gregory.

He'd been nothing but restless since she left. His eyes have been darting to and from the digital clock on the end table on the other side of arm of the couch, and his brain has been so scattered, all he can focus on is the awaiting reunion.

The baking show has long since switched to a new episode since he last checked the TV. Tony's worried that at this point, his fingers will start bleeding if he keeps picking at them like this.

The only saving grace in a long chunk of nothing-but-anticipation is when Tony's phone buzzes at 6:01pm, right when he had started to gather his thoughts and began plan out the reunion in his head like remembering a speech.

Ellis: dude where r u????

Ellis: yr mom said u arent home and she keeps asking me if ur with me and where u r

All Tony does is sigh. He cant even find it in him to feel bad that his Mom and Grandma are probably worried. All he can think about is how his arms are shaking and his stomach feels floaty.

He types back with thumbs that have peeling skin on the edge of the fingernails.

Tony: Remember how I covered for you that one time?

Tony: I need you to cover for me. If you need to tell her that I'm with you and I'm staying over do that. I just need any excuse.

Ellis: yea i remember but why?

Ellis: if a guy covers for u u can at least tell him what the deal is

Tony: I'm doing something really important. I can't tell you all the details yet.

Tony: I just need you to trust me. Please. It'll help me out a lot, Ellis.

Tony: I promise I'll make it up to you next time you need something.

Ellis: dude didnt know it was that important

Ellis: dont worry then. u know i can tell a mean lie when i need to

Tony: Dude thanks. That's a big relief. It wont be in vain.

Ellis: my services will not be for free tho

Ellis: i will need something in return

Tony: What do you want?

Ellis: for u to buy me a cookie next time i see u at lunch

Tony finds it in him to roll his eyes at that. He smiles a bit, and right as he goes to send back I'll buy you two, Freddy Fazbear makes some sort of clunking sound.

Its enough to make his already fluttery heart clench and himself almost fly off of the couch. He jerks and yelps and can only stare Freddy Fazbears black eyelids phwip open, and his pupils glow..

They're blank, though, like they're on but Freddy himself isnt. His body whirs and shifts slowly, as if running a diagnostic, and after his ears wiggle, theres a clear difference.

Tony just sits rigid as a board with eyes wide as saucers as Freddy doesnt notice him right away. He just takes the jump cables off of his ears and sets them on the carpet, and moves his torso to face the window.

Which Tony is blocking. Since hes on the couch sitting directly next to the animatronic.

Theres a staring contest with a distinct lack of breathing for all but a few moments, before the small black plastic pieces that are Freddys eyebrows tilt downwards.

"Wait wait wait!" Tony holds out his hands, but Freddy doesnt get off the couch and attack him like his fears. Freddys eyes dont leave his once, and it reminds him too much of those few times Freddy would stare him down and be hot on his heels in the Pizzaplex during the GGY debacle.

Freddy pauses, not even so much as twitching as he burns an LED hole into him. Tony tries to get over the unease and stutters out, "Um, Vanessa trusts me. I talked to her. She told me to stay here."

For a fleeting moment, Tony believes he somehow said the wrong thing and that Freddy is now going to grab him and beat him into a pulp like he feared back at the Pizzaplex all that time ago. But during the rigid silence, the glow in Freddys eyes flickers for half a second, and some sort of beeping sound emits from a hidden speaker.

"I have just contacted her." Freddy finally breaks the tension, and Tony sighs at how his voice does not sound aggressive. In fact, Freddy hadn't spoken at all when Tony had been afraid of him last year. "You are telling the truth... my apologies."

"Theres no issue." Tony manages when Freddy looks so undoubtedly apologetic theres no doubt that he's not genuine. He scratches the back of his neck. "...I guess I wouldnt be too keen on a stranger being in my house when I wake up either."

"Yes," Freddy nods, and his ears bob at the motion. Theres a split second of silence where the baking show Tony hasn't caught a single second of is the only noise in the room. "so that begs the question; why are you here?"

Tony jerks. "What?"

"You are a stranger in my house, like you said." Freddy points out, not unkindly. "I would appreciate knowing why. Even if you already went over it with Vanessa."

"Oh. Well. I dont know what all Vanessa told you, but... I'm here for Gregory."

Freddy doesnt immediately turn distrustful or wary like Vanessa had. Probably because he already knows Tony is a friend. "She said you were an old friend of his." Freddy confirms. His "So, you are the boy Gregory talks to much about."

Tony doesnt really know how to respond to that. He grabs a fold of fabric from the arm of his jacket in-between his fingers. "Uh...yeah."

"I'm sure you've already talked to Vanessa. So I wont beat around the bush." Freddy says. "But Gregory has tried so hard to remember you."

Tony brows furrow. "...She said he has dreams sometimes. And that's how he knows I-- we exist."

"Yes." Freddy nods."But she probably did not tell you that he tries to figure out what reminded him of you, so he can continue to keep dreaming."

Tony's eyes widen, and he picks at his fingers. No. Vanessa did not mention that. She said nothing about Gregory actively searching for Tony around his life to see him in his dreams.

Freddys LED eyes dim, and his ears and eyelids droop in a clear sign of upset. "It breaks my heart. To see Gregory try to gather the broken pieces of his memories." His eyes stare at the couch cushion below them, before they dart up to look him in the eye. "You were obviously very important to him, if he searches like this."

"He is to me too." Is all Tony can manage. He's suddenly getting a sense adjacent to deja vu.

"Its clear that he is." Freddy is still looking him in the eye, but somehow, Tony feels like he's smiling at him. "If you came all this way to see him."

And he really did come a long way, didnt he? He took a bus to a different county. He spent hours and hours scouring the internet for any mention of Greg after he suddenly up and went missing as soon by the time Tony had recovered enough to look for him.

Greg has searched too, apparently. Tony cant help but be aware of. Even after losing his memories.

"What is your name?" Freddy suddenly asks him.

"Tony Becker." Tony answers easily. "I guess he doesnt remember my name, huh?"

"No. But he has tried. Believe me when I say that." Freddy says. "He wants to know more about his life before what happened more than anything."

"...You think he'll be happy to see me?"

"There is no doubt, Tony Becker."

The last time he had seen Greg, it was in a dusty back room with a knife in his back.

But despite that, it isnt what Tony thinks when he thinks Greg. When he thinks of Greg, he thinks of the sleepovers and the days Greg would show up at school one day with his hair different lengths. He thinks about how He, Greg, and Ellis would Vs. eachother on the air hockey machine. He thinks about the stories they'd come up with in creative writing.

When he thinks of that afternoon at the Pizzaplex, he doesnt think Greg. He thinks GGY. Maybe its that first inkling of separation that got him here.

Theres been a stretch of silence while Tony soaked it in. The rain outside has slowed, and the sun peeking through the gray clouds shines through the window, white lines on the coffee table like the blinds are a stencil.

"But the truth is... I do not think Vanessa feels the same." Freddy suddenly says. "She wants to protect him from the awful memories. I do not have to deal with them like she does, but I assume they... that they haunt her."

His ears droop. "I believe that she does not want Gregory to have to as well."

"So shes trying to keep them from him?" Tony asks, a brow raised. "But that's his choice, isn't it?"

"That is how I feel." Freddy agrees, looking at him again. It's starting to become less uncomfortable. "Listen, Tony Becker. I may not know for sure, but I feel that Vanessa is afraid to let you near Gregory. Seeing you will make him remember so much."

His mind immediately jumps to a thousand implications at that."If shes scared, what does that mean?" He asks. "She'll make me leave? She'll change her mind?"

"I do not think so." Freddy assures. "But my point is that she has been trying for so long to keep Gregorys memories under wraps. It is not with malice, but this is why I ask you this."

"Gregory has long since chosen to remember, even if Vanessa does not want him to." Freddy says havent left his once, and Tony doesnt look away, either. Freddys pupils suddenly appear brighter in a way when he speaks again, "To keep them from him after he has already made his choice would be cruel. Which is why I would like you to help him, Tony Becker."

Tony hasnt forgotten how Greg fought for him that day at the Pizzaplex. He hasnt forgotten how all that mattered was Tony escaping. Not if Greg would get in trouble. Not if something would happen to him.

Gregory has, though. Greg has forgotten a lot of things.

But if seeing Tony in danger that fateful afternoon made him remember himself enough to fight, and win against mind control?

Tony can fight for Greg's memories, too. Even if it takes another year.

"He deserves to remember his old life." Freddy says. "Vanessa has told me that his parents are dead. Any life he had before is nothing but a faint memory." He hums, melancholy. "But it's one I want him to remember."

Me too Tony almost says. Because all Tony has wanted throughout this last year is his friend back.

"Greg was one of my best friends." Tony says quietly, eyes downcast. He counts the threads in the couch cushion. "I want him to remember me and Ellis and... everything. It's why I'm here."

"I have not been able to help him, no matter how much I've wanted to." Freddy responds, sounding sad. "But I am glad you are here. Now Gregory truly has a chance of obtaining what hes been chasing for so long."

"Me too." Tony replies, not knowing which exactly hes responding too.

"So," Freddy pauses. "what do you say?"

"I'll do it." Tony responds immediately. "But... I just have to ask. Why do you trust me so much? Vanessa wouldnt even tell me anything until I answered her riddles."

Freddy hums. "It is exactly as you said." Freddy answers. "You earned Vanessa's trust. So in turn you have earned my trust. I trust Vanessa to trust you."

Tony doesnt respond, for a moment, just taking that in.

The amount of faith you have in someone to trust them that much. To know you can rely on them. To have no doubt...

Tony glances at the hallway he can see just over the back of the couch and down the hall into the room with the slightly open door, with the pens and pencils and bed and desk, and wonders how tightly wound the people in this house are with eachother.

"...Then I'll return the favor." Tony smiles. "You're friends of Greg's, and, well... I was friends with him, once upon an time. And he still seems to think so." He holds out a hand. "Any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine."

Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyelids come up in a way that make him look overjoyed. "Any friend of Gregory's is a friend of mine." Freddy repeats, shaking Tony's hand. "We are in this together, now. We will have to be there for Gregory if he remembers not so great things."

"And for the great things." Tony smiles, going over the few months worth of memories of their three amigos friendship he has in his head. "Its worth it, I think."

After all, if Tony's found a way to seperate killer Greg with his Greg, then he thinks Gregory probably can as well.

"I'm glad we have that settled." Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyes do that dimming thing again for half a second. "Because Vanessa has just contacted me and let me know that she is almost back with Gregory."

He makes some sort of choking noise. Theres a thousand things on the tip of Tony's tongue in seconds. His eyes blow wide as saucers, and he twists his back to look at the clock that reads 6:34.

He immediately feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. He stutters, trying to gather his thoughts, and eventually gets out "How long?!"

"Soon." Freddy smiles. "It wont be long, now. It seems all the work you've done has paid off."

Tony cant find it in him to move his mouth after that. Just too rigid. It feels like theres electricity buzzing up his skin and a wildfire in his chest. It feels like he cold start floating like a balloon at any moment.

He doesnt respond to Freddy, after that. He just twists his body to face the front door (his back twinges. maybe he shouldn't slouch over his laptop and desk so much) and waits.

A few minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Not really when its put up against the year he's taken to track Greg down. But its somehow more agonizing waiting now when he knows Greg is in arms reach, instead of it being uncertain if he'd ever see him again.

It's not uncertain, now. Is the thing. Greg is on his way, and Tony, for once, doesn't even know what to think. All he can do is sit there and be clammy and impatient.

Freddy chuckles. Tony ignores it. He burns a hole into the front door just across the living room, only hearing his own jumbled thoughts and roaring in his ears over the baking show on the TV.

Its Winter right now. So by 6:45, all the light outside has darkened into pitch blackness. The residential street lights outside the apartments make the raindrops on the window glow. The TV is still going in the background.

Freddy is as still as he is, joining him in watching the door as restless as a bored puppy. Listening to the ventilation inside of Freddys inner workings is the only thing that reminds Tony to breathe.

After multiple agonizing minutes, Tony jerks when the slam of a car door is heard distantly outside the window.

"Are you ready, Tony Becker?" Freddy breaks the silence. Looking back at Freddy is the first time Tony looks away from the door. "We do not know how much he will remember at first. It may be messy. It may not."

Messy is definitely a word he would use to describe a lot of the things that have happened, here. So he just nods, a tilt of his head. "I'm ready."

"He is ready, too." replies Freddy.

And that's all that's said until the doorknob begins to rattle.

All that Tony manages is a strangled gasp before he's bolting off the couch, almost tripping over Freddys legs. His converse slide on the laminate wood, and he stands there. In perfect view of the door.

His legs feel cold and his chest airy as he watches. He waits for movement, and cant help the tremble in his hands when the deadbolt unlocks. He can hear voices. Only because hes straining his ears, but he can hear a high pitched voice muffled and faint behind the door.

The doorknob rattles, and Tony watches as the deadbolt unlocks from the inside. His heart stutters in his chest when he hears voices outside, and he can pinpoint one of the pitches as Greg's.

"Come on, Vanessa. Were home. Now tell me what the suprise is!"

"I think you'll want to see it for yourself, Greg."

"Its inside? Well what could it possibly be if you wont even give me a hint--"

The knob twists, and the door creaks open. Its steady and agonizingalmost as if it's in slow motion.

And there he is.

Theres the pale skin and short stature and blue clothes. Tony isnt breathing when he just looks, and sees the boy he'd been searching for so long right in front of him.

He has raindrops in his chocolate brown hair. Greg doesnt look away from Vanessa while he walks in, at first, but Vanessa looks away from Gregory. She meets his eyes, and Tony doesnt have it in him to dissect what the look could mean.

All he cares about is how Greg follows her gaze.

He stops in his tracks, his mud stained Pizzaplex brand sneakers planting him firmly in place.

It's like everything else falls away when Greg meets his eyes. Huge, amber eyes that grow as wide as saucers when they see him. Theres a dark jagged scar wrapped around his cheek that makes it to his nose that wasnt there before.

The silence is deafening, as they just stand there and stare at eachother. Tony thinks he isnt breathing. Theres electricity shooting up his spine. His fingers twitch and tremble. Greg just stares, mouth agape.

Tony's own twitches, and he smacks his lips together, testing if he can still speak at all. His legs are rooted to the ground as he says, just above a whisper, "Greg."

Greg's face shifts ever so slightly, and it's only now Tony realizes his eyes are a bit faraway. Like he's...

Remembering something.

In an instant, they dart and blink, and Greg is looking at him again.

Tony dares to break through the water by taking a step. He never tears his eyes away from Gregory's own.

At some point, Vanessa moved away from the door and somewhere else in the house.

Which means the coast is clear when Tony takes a step, and then another, and Greg is meeting him in the middle.

Hes almost sprinting when they crash into eachother like waves. Immediately, Tony wraps his arms around Greg tight, and Greg clutches back just as desperately.

"Tony." Gregory says breathlessly. Tony can feel Greg's hair brush against his cheek and his hands ball up his jacket. "Its you. That's your name. You're the..."

"The one you've been dreaming about?" Tony chuckles, and to his suprise, it's a little wet. His legs ache from pushing himself into the hug so much, but he ignores it. "Yeah. Me and Ellis. Your friends."

"Tony and Ellis." Greg repeats, and Tony could cry at how it's the same voice in all of his memories. A few things are different; Gregory's face has changed a bit, and so has his hair and clothes. But all of the things that made him Greg back then are still here.

"I--" Greg stutters. "I tried so hard to remember anything about you. I was gonna track you down, I hope you know. Cause you're the only things I remember about..."

"I know, Greg." Tony replies. Greg pulls away from the hug, and Tony still has a grip on his shoulders. "They told me everything."

He jerks his head towards Freddy and Vanessa, and when Greg looks over at him, Freddys ears wiggle and Vanessa does a small little wave.

"Some suprise." Gregory chuckles, wiping at his dry eyes. "Jeez, its just-- I just remembered so much. Just by seeing you, and--"

Greg's eyes turn a little misty as he looks in Tony's own. "We were friends." He says. "And I forgot you for so long."

"It wasnt your fault." Tony smiles slightly. Greg still has to look up at him a bit, like he did last time Tony saw him. "Freddy and Vanessa told me you tried your best to remember us."

Gregory nods, glancing over at them. "I did." He says. "I wanted to know what triggered the first dream so bad. But... I never figured it out."

"I guess it doesn't matter now." Tony says. "I'm right here in front of you, and you remember now. Ellis'll be really glad to see you, too."

Gregory chuckles. "I missed him." He says. "I missed you, too."

"Me too." Tony replies, and it doesn't feel like those two words can encapsulate how much Tony has felt the past year. "Ellis really missed you as well. He still is. You don't know what happened to him when you went missing."

Gregory ducks his head, eyes downcast. "I wish I did."

Tony eyes Freddy from the corner of his eye, and he nods. Tony looks back towards Greg. "I can tell you some stuff, if you want. Vanessa said something reminded you of me one day." He smiles. "I can try to help remind you of stuff enough to remember more."

Gregory's head shoots up, and to Tony's suprise, tears gather in his eyes. As quick as they come, he ducks his head, using the sleeve of his navy jacket to wipe them away. "Yeah." He sniffs. "That'd be great."

"I'm glad you guys reunited." Vanessa pipes up to their left. "But, Gregory, I think you should go take a breather. I wanna talk to Tony anyway."

Greg doesnt answer for a second, but eventually he nods, smiling at Tony as he peels himself away. Tony takes note of how the tooth Gregory had been missing last year is still gone.

Tony watches him go, and his eyes dont leave his back until the door to his room shuts.

"Kid," Vanessa grabs his attention. She gestures to sit down on the couch, and he moves over, sitting in-between Freddy and her. "that went well. Really well."

Tony just nods, not able to shake the trembling in his fingers and the floaty feeling in his chest.

"It doesnt seem like he remembered anything bad." Vanessa points out. "He couldnt have. He wouldn't be so calm if he did, trust me."

Tony remembers Freddys words about how Vanessa grapples with the things shes done, so he does. He nods again, and Vanessa smiles. "So that's good. Listen, kid. If you can somehow have Gregory remember his old life without any of the mind control murder stuff, that would be the best case scenario."

Freddy whirs and straightens out a but, opening his mouth to speak, but he stops at the last second. "It wouldnt be unfair to Gregory if he wasnt remembering anything good, Fred." Vanessa points out.

"That is true." Freddy agrees. "There is no point in Gregory remembering anything harmful to him if avoidable. Vanessa knows that better than anyone."

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but pauses.

Not remember anything bad? As in he wouldnt be able to remember that day at the Pizzaplex?

How Greg had put himself on the line and fought for Tony's life? How he'd succeeded? How Tony always desperately wanted to see Greg again just to talk about it?

Words get caught in his throat, but he pushes them down and shoves his feelings aside. He just nods. "I'll do my best."

"Thanks." Vanessa says, and she sounds more relieved than Tony's ever heard anyone. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile. "Really. Thank you, kid. I'd do anything for Gregory to never have to remember the same things I do."

Tony just nods again, finding that for the first time in his life, he has no words to say. "Yeah."

"I am sure you're dying to catch up with Gregory." Freddy smiles. "Go on, Tony Becker. We will give you both space."

Tony smiles, shooting up and shimmying past Freddys legs in-between the coffee table towards the hall. "Okay. Sure." He only lingers for another moment to say "Thanks!"

Its jet black outside when Tony passes a window, and by the time he makes it to Greg's room, the only light available is a small table lamp on the desk with paper strewn about. Greg sits on his bed, deep in thought, before snapping out of it when Tony walks in.

"Hey." Gregory smiles, and Tony grins back when he shuts the door behind him. He cant help how his eyes wander about the room, taking in every detail as he moves further into the room. His backpack is tossed on the floor beside his bed, and theres comic pages and drawings thumbtacked up across every wall. Theres a corkboard with blocky letters written on paper sheets scattered around, and his bedsheets have constellations on them.

Tony's eyes linger on the desk, where there are multiple comics covering every inch, some half-finished and some fully colored.

"You would draw comics when we were friends, too." Tony says, making his way over and peering at all of the different drawings. "I'd call them graphic novels. I'd write the story and you'd draw."

"I think I had a dream about that." Greg says. "We'd go in your room and brainstorm, right?"

"Yeah." Tony smiles. He looks at the dates scribbles in the corners of them all, and notices that most of them are recent.

"Its one of the only dreams I had." Gregory says. "It... it would make me so mad because it never went any different. And it had been the only indication you even existed for so long." He chuckles without humor. "The other dreams weren't much different, but, well, I was never really able to figure out how to trigger a new dream."

As he keeps looking, some of the older comics, like the ones on the walls and the underneath the piles of recent ones have dates from a few months ago.

It's like a tiny lightbulb goes off above his head. He turns to Gregory, asking "Do you remember when you had the first dream?"

Gregory pauses for a moment. "Yeah." He says. "It was a few months ago. The first dream I had was about us drawing comics in your room."

Tony smiles, finding the earliest date to be near October last year. Its February now. "Did you ever think the thing that triggered that memory was drawing a comic?"

Tony watches as the gears turn in Greg's head. Hes silent for a moment, before muttering, "No. I didnt."

Tony looks at the window on the wall by Greg's bed and watches as raindrops drip down the screen on the other side. Crickets are chirping faintly, and he can hear Freddy and Vanessa's voices muffled behind the door.

The days events catch up to him, and right as the first inkling of tiredness creep up on him, he says "So how about we try to make a comic together like the dream? Maybe it'll bring back some new memories."

Gregory is silent for a moment, and Tony watches as his eyes widen, and a grin gradually stretches across his face. "Okay." He says. "Yeah. Let's do it."

So it's in Greg's room, instead of Tony's, where they hunker down for the night and squish next to eachother on the same chair at the same desk and brainstorm a comic. Tony makes a point of calling it a graphic novel like he used to, because Greg would always say something about it, and unsurprisingly, this time is no different.

The only light is from Gregory's small table lamp shoved to the very corner to make room for more papers, and it's only when they have everything ready does Greg finally ask about the story.

"You said you'd write the story and I'd draw." Gregory says. His shoulder is pressed up against Tony's on the chair and his voice is loud in his ear. "So what's the story?"

Tony hums for a second, jumbled thoughts and ideas running course in his mind, then he gets an idea.

He grins slowly as it dawns on him. He glances over at Greg.

"You always liked nonfiction better, right?" Gregory says, voice up an octave like a question. "Real life stuff."

"Yeah." Tony confirms. "This is a real story."

"So tell me." Greg smiles, leaning back to get a good view of Tony. Tony himself does the same, and Greg is doing one of those lopsided smiles that shows off his missing tooth. "And I'll start drawing the panels."

Its only after theyve hunkered down does Tony really let himself revel in the fact that he found Greg, and he's here and okay. It may not be perfect, since Tony never really will be able to speak to that Gregory that saved him that day and thank him, but its content. Tony has his friend back, and he can't ask for any more.

He's long since decided on a story when he finally tells Gregory. He smiles softly, before saying,

"This story is about a kid named Gregory, who once hacked the school PA speakers and started beatboxing."

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Ellis: um so how long will i have to keep this up???

Ellis: would be nice to know

Tony: I dont know how long I'll be gone.

Tony: I'll buy you as many cookies as you want for this.

Ellis: we will negotiate when you come back

Ellis: for now ill uphold my end of the deal mr. becker

Tony: I'll uphold mine early.

Tony sent an image

Image ID: A boy with short dark brown hair and a green jacket angling the camera so by his head is a boy with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. The boy with dark hair is smiling and the boy with brown hair is looking suprised at the camera.

Ellis is typing...

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