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Hello. I am here to do my story on Twitchy, because after a long time of deciding on wether or not I wanted to add onto this, I’ve realised that I do, in fact want my story out here.

First of all, heavy trigger warning for rape, and pedophilia.

The person you all saw in ‘Twitchy’ their ID picture, is not actually the person behind the account, nor were any of the pictures they have ever used. The person whose ID picture got used, I should actually a very close irl friend of mine, named Ash.

Me and Ash met ‘twitchy’ on Omegle one day, and we both, for some, unknown reason were stupid enough to tell this really cool, older woman (she’s 28) that we live in Belgium, because at the time we did. (We travel together, our parents are friends, you get it!)

‘Twitchy’ whose real name is Mary, told us that hey, she’s did too and that we should keep in contact and become in real life friends, because travelling must be lonely and she was very lonely too!

So we did, we kept in touch with ‘Twitchy’ for about a year, before meeting up, just a day before we would have left Belgium and move on to Germany, If i remember correctly.

We knew about the age difference, but Mary hadn’t, ever tried doing anything weird to me, and I didn’t know her and Ash had a sexual relationship at that point, because neither of them had told me, and because Mary was like a mother to us, I didn’t suspect a thing. Because I mean, who sees their only mother figure as a disgusting predator, am I right?

As I was saying the three of us met up (here’s, my only proof, I guess, a picture of us three, but for the sake of Ash, Mary is scribbled out, sorry.)

It was very normal, a few, weird comments were made by Mary that, made me quite uncomfortable honestly, but I didn’t really think anything of it? It was mostly her saying like, oh you look like somebody I’ve seen in a porn video once, stuff like that.

We were pretty in the open most of the time, and I didn’t feel HORRIBLY uncomfortable, and kind ignored forgot about it, I guess, because when she’s invited us over to go watch a movie a time her place me and Ash were more than happy to agree!

I really, really regret that, because the second we got there her and Ash started being touchy and, very flirty, and I found it very, weird because Ash is thirteen, and ‘twitchy’ is a fucking adult? Naturally I just tried getting isn’t out of there, started bothering Ash saying I was hungry and craving some ice cream, in the hope we could get out of the house for a second and say what the fuck, this isn’t okay, change Ash’s mind and tell them This was fucked up!

But, uh, instead of that Mary suggested that Ash should go out and buy some ice cream, because we’ve watched movies on Calle before and it was clear I didn’t like missing any part of a movie, at all.

Thought this was sweet, just sat there trying to focus on the movie for a hot second and Mary uh, she started touching my thighs, arms, and complimenting me a lot, before she kissed me and took off my shirt?

I told her that hey, I don’t see her that way and I’m too young and uncomfortable, asked her if I can please put on my shirt again and she just, straight up said no.

She raped me, right then and there, forced me to record myself while she did it, and told me I was so fucked up for liking what she was doing to me. She, told me really, really fucked up things, did stuff that fuck, you wouldn’t have expected THAT if you ever talked to her, but she’s insane. Actually.

She lightly? stabbed me too, forced me to self harm and show her my, uh, dick on call, every time we talked afterwards.

It’s been two months and I’m so goddamn scared to block her, because she’s blackmailing me, but This is the best I can do, right? I hope I’m doing the right thing, I’m scared.

what the actual fuck.

i am so sorry that happened to you, genuinely, that is absolutely not okay, and i would implore you to go to the police about it. if you need to talk, my DM's are open and i'm willing to give you my discord if you'd like to discuss more on the topic.

ALSO

to anyone (mostly the random person who is supposedly dating twitchy) who is thinking "this isn't real!" "this sounds too far fetched" anything like that??

always. believe. the. victim.

this is very serious and you should not fake claim someone about something so traumatizing. thank you for sharing your story, i'm genuinely so sorry that happened to you, you didn't deserve that whatsoever.

#tw:tw1tchy #tw:sa

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benoistthebunny · 2 years

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heaven only knows, chapter two

pairing:: ::c!quackity x c!revivebur word count:: ::3.3k previous chapter sypnopsis:: ::the confused quackity that wilbur had made him into after confessing his feelings, agreed to hang out for a bit and, he realised wilbur wasn't all that bad as he'd thought.

just as the two had promised each other they'd do, they arrived at quackity's office in las nevadas.

the owner of the building was searching through his pockets for his keys, whilst the other took in said building.

it was big, tremendous, if you will and, despite having been there quite some times it still managed to take away wilbur's breath.

it was just one of those things that, never stop to amaze one and to think quackity lives here, was, unblieveable.

'welcome,' the younger forced the brunette out of his thoughts.

quackity looked at wilbur, who was completely off guard and if he'd wanted to, he could of killed him right then and there, and te brunette wouldn't even have seen it coming.

he really, thought he was safe here.

and perhaps he was, quackity just, wasn't sure if he still wanted wilbur around or not, and if this confession of him really made a difference.

the older man in question just, smiled, for a while, before realising an answer was probably expected and responded with a faint 'thank you.'

some way, now that the brunette knows what he does about - well, after what happened, it was different to look quackity in the eyes.

it was, better and felt more comfortable, as if the pair truly got to see each other's true colours for the first time.

quackity involuntarily chuckled at the late reply, before having signalled for wilbur to come inside.

it was an understatement to say he was excited, excited to see what today would bring.

to be honest, no words could describe how he felt currently.

it was like a whole new emotion had erupted right then and there.

he was scared, that maybe wilbur had thought all of this out to try and put his own gun to his head, but also curious, because what if that didn't happen, what then?

would it, mean he was, really in love with quackity?

the brunette had smiled throughout the quick moments of silence, holding debate within himself of whether he should step foot inside or wait until he'd be asked to do so.

'jeez this, this is awkward. i'm so sorry i told you i'd be excited! and nervous but, i think that's obvious and, well i've never- you know what, nevermind what am i even trying to say this is so stupid i'm sorry i don't wanna fuck up i'm so scared-' the man got cut off.

'hey, don't worry okay? awkward or not, it'll be fine. we'll figure it out as we go, soot. now, come inside, will you,' quackity spoke calmly.

he didn't really know how he kept his tone so steady, but whatever he tried, it had worked.

because inside he was, pretty much ready to explode, he was a mess and, the constant silent battles in his mind of if this was all a big trick or he'd really just been confessed to by the wilbur soot, wasn't helping at all, either.

'that seems like a good start of things, yeah,' wilbur joked, which made the other chuckle in return.

it hadn't really been the joke that made him laugh though, it was more, wilbur's smile and the way he'd looked at the floor in an awkward manner.

okay, yeah, maybe it was obvious he was head-over-heels in love.

how hadn't quackity noticed earlier?

the black-haired male ended up grabbing the brunette's hand, interlocking their fingers and pulling him inside.

he immediately broke contact, though and, made up an excuse in his mind, said that he needed to shut the door.

because it was true, wasn't it?

he, needed to lock the door and couldn't do that whilst holding wilbur's hand and, besides, it was just to pull the other in, that he grabbed his hand.

meanwhile the older's mind was running at high speeds.

his heartbeat was, well he's not sure if it was still healthy at this point because, holy fuck it felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest and, holy fuck, his fingers, they touched quackity's fingers and, god did that feel good.

wilbur didn't know how to react, just nodded when the shorter pulled away to lock the door behind them and honestly, though he looked fine on the outside, he was malfunctioning on the inside because shit, that really just happened.

turning around from the door, the shorter fiddled with the lights for a while.

half of his brain was figuring out which switch was the right one for the dim lights, the other half focused on wilbur.

finally finding the right one, he turned to the other who, seemed to be taking a quick glance around his office.

'music,' he finally asked the brit.

the brunette's eyes widened and his head, ever so slightly shot upwards: 'yes! i uh, i made you a playlist, with songs that remind me of you! it's stupid but i mean, it's there, and now i told you and there's no going back so, do you wanna maybe listen to those songs? they're love songs! obviously,' he excitedly told the other.

quackity smiled softly.

he didn't, quite get how it was that soot made him so happy, so easily.

but, he wasn't complaining.

at least a part of him wasn't.

the other part though, wanted to run away from this whole situation, before he got himself tangled up in another mess as was his marriage with sapnap and karl.

pushing away his troubled thoughts, he nodded and replied with a quick, 'sure,' voice laced with emotion.

after he'd walked over to his desk, the young man pulled out a new-ish looking mp3 player, quickly dusting his hands off in an entertaining manner, to get rid of the qlight awkward tension.

'just connect your phone to the radio bluetooth, and it should play,' quackity explained, his heartbeat growing faster just because he's in the same room as him, and he smiled at the younger's earlier try of getting him to laugh.

stupid, sure, but wilbur made him feel all kinds of stuff and he's honest to say that, though he had no idea why he experienced them, he'd gotten so used to these emotions.

god, the taller must have looked like an idiot, smiling so widely as he connected his phone like he'd been told to do.

wilbur's hands were softly shaking as he pushed play on the first song.

the first notes began playing and, even if he wouldn't have looked to put the playlist on he would've immediately recognised the song: 18, by a died-down band named one direction.

'listen to the lyrics, they, they apply to me. well, my feelings for you, i think that's put better, really well,' the older spoke softly.

'alright,' quackity smiled.

he had ended up choosing to sit down on the carpet, next to wilbur's legs whilst they both listened to the lyrics intently.

unable to force down the smile growing on his face again, the black-haired let it be and just, enjoyed.

oh, if only the other knew what was going on in his mind currently.

it was definitely a mess.

his insides were screaming, pushing his body to its limit in happy.

he, was a mess.

wilbur caught himself staring at quackity as he, sat down on the chair next to the other and listened to the song with him.

the other looked perfect, absolutely fucking perfect.

holding his knees up to his chest, with his eyes closed and that peaceful smile on his face, it was an amazing sight to see.

the brunette didn't believe it, that this was really happening, that this was real.

until once again he was confronted with a touch, so soft that it felt unreal but, it was real, for sure.

'get down here, idiot,' the younger laughed once the song was finished, meanwhile trying to pull the taller man down.

the shorter continued to laugh as he tugged on the older's arm.

the brit also let out a small chuckle, eventually falling onto the soft carpet as more soft fits of laughter erupted from the two.

once calmed down, quackity turned to the other and stared at him for a moment before having asked, 'what song's now?'

'treehouse, by alex g! I love the song, it reminds me of us, in a way. of what i wish we would've been growing up, more. just, listen and you'll get it.'

it went silent as the two men waited for the song to start playing - mere seconds felt like an eternity for wilbur, as he realised quackity never let go of his arm.

he was still holding it while he, now rested his head against the walls of his own office.

it's cute, sure, but it's doing things to the brunette's mind and oh god, is this normal?

why does he want to kiss the other man?

that's stupid, he doesn't want that he's just, he's waiting and it's driving him insane, that's all.

he's never been a patient man, after all.

the black-haired man sat patiently, having tried to listen to the song's lyrics but his mind has other plans.

he hardly got one word in before his attention turned to wilbur.

he'd only noticed now, that the two of them had been sitting pretty close.

his mind raced, so badly that he swore his head started hurting.

with the hand that wasn't attached to the other's arm, he fidgeted with the carpet patterns because, that usually helped calm him down.

and, without thinking, rather before he could bring himself to think, he interlocked their hands again but, this time, he didn't pull back.

wilbur's chuckles filled the room and that truly, along with the music, was probably the most peaceful thing quackity had ever experienced.

the brunette felt like he was sweating so much and, suddenly he became aware of every little movement between the pair.

did he move his legs?

god why'd he do that, that looked stupid.

and why'd he breathe so loud, the other must have thought he's such a pathetic little boy, can't breathe normally.

he's not, he's just, he was so in love and it hurt, it hurt to want someone so close to you, to want to feel someone's body so close to yours, but you know it's not possible.

and on top of that, it never went away.

he wasn't impatient, he just really, really wanted to kiss the other.

as the song slowly came to an end, the shorter looked over to his, friend, his smile sweet and pure.

'i loved that song,' he slowly spoke, 'one of the favourites i've heard as of yet, not counting in how i've only heard two so far."

quackity chuckled, inching only so much closer to wilbur to the point where, his body felt like it could power down or malfunction any second.

oh, how he wished he could finally put his feelings into words, make up for the silences and disagreements, but did nothing ever come to mind.

'what? but, you've heard so many of them how can you remember them all,' wilbur yelled out in utter confusion.

'jeez you should become an actor,' quackity chuckled.

'i wish,' the brunette sighed, 'i don't think there's enough place for that around here, all everyone does is make countries and fight. i've dreamed of becoming an actor since, well forever. really it's basically all i used to live for, the attention, all eyes on me. but, i don't think people would appreciate an actor out here, in the real world, of all things.'

'maybe. but if you would try and do something like that, i pinky promise you I'll be your biggest fan! i'll be all the eyes in the theatre,' said the shorter.

the two interlock pinkies, before the brunette spoke: 'if you don't scream my name every time i walk by if i decide to go in on that, you lose a pinkie, you know that right?'

'who says i won't applaude you all the time and scream how great you are if you do?'

the pair both burst into laughter again, their hands having slightly brushed each others.

they continued to giggle and crack, oddly funny jokes during the ads, neither one of them having noticed the way they both subconsciously moved closer.

the awkwardness of before seemed to evaporate, disappear in thin air and, as the next song began playing that familiar, comforting silence took over again.

'hey i know this song! marlboro nights, no? i think i heard you singing those lyrics once!'

'that is, very correct, you're so smart,' wilbur semi-sarcastically said.

'hey what does that mean,' quackity asked, crossing his arms, having looked up at the brunette.

'nothing,' laughed the other whilst putting his arm around quackity's shoulder and ruffling through his hair.

'you're so stupid,' the younger male said, playfully rolling his eyes.

'and you love it!'

the conversation died down and the song in question played in the background as the two of them listened joyfully.

smiles plastered onto their faces that never faded, the quick glances they took at each other, everything about this moment was wonderful.

quackity wished more than ever he could frame this moment, this situation right then and there, and to keep it in his pocket forever.

wished he never had to move from his spot ever again.

he leaned back some more and in the motion of doing so, he accidentally made contact with the other's shoulder again.

he didn't move and, neither did wilbur.

the both internally screaming, with the somehow calm-ish music playing in the background sure was a funny thing to imagine.

'i like this,' the brunette suddenly spoke, 'i know we're enjoying the silence and all, but i'd just like to tell you that, jesus i wish i could keep this moment in my pocket and-'

quackity had cut the other off by putting his finger over wilbur's lips.

it stayed like that for, about 20 seconds, before the younger explained himself: 'best part of the song. besides, i know what you mean, no need to waste your words on trying to explain the unexplainable. there's no words for what this is, or for what i feel. it's something you just understand when you feel it, no?'

wilbur slowly nodded, not even having been able to take in half the things the other said because holy fuck, he was touching his lips, the ones he wanted to be kissed on, by quackity.

the pair looked at each other for a while, both of their heartbeats having increased rapidly and, the both of them looked away at the same time, having laughed quickly to hide away the unspoken awkwardness of the situation.

the tension they had created was still in the air though, waiting for an invite to spread again.

and, as the next song played through the small device, filling the room, quackity leaned his head back onto the wall, quickly having picked up on the way the older tapped his fingers to the beat of the music.

he smiled softly at this.

'scrawny by wallows,' the brit whispered, 'amazing beat.'

quackity smiled brightly: 'why are you whispering?'

'i don't know,' whispered wilbur, chuckling softly, 'i find it's more peaceful.'

looking over at the other, he was met by the sight of a smiling male, once again with his eyes closed.

'you're really pretty.'

quackity broke into a nervous fit of laughter, before whispering a faint: 'what?'

'hey, it's true! you have a really nice face and, i like the way your eyes compliment your black hair poking from under your weird beanie that i love yet hate, and i love the way one of your mouth's corners is longer than the other, it makes you you. you're really unique, really pretty.'

the shorter smiled nervously.

'thank you, you're very pretty yourself.'

his face beamed.

'why thank you, your majesty,' the brit replied, having left the two in loud hoots of laughter.

somehow and some way, quackity had accidentally slid off the wall and, onto wilbur's shoulder.

again.

both having laughed even louder at this now, quackity lifted his eyes to look up at the taller male who was, already looking down at him.

that, made them laugh again.

god, the brunette's laugh was contagious.

and the song sure did match the moment.

definitely a core memory, quackity thought.

'you really can't get enough of the action, huh,' wilbur teased quackity.

'shut up, you can't get enough of ME,' the shorter said, playfully hitting the other on his thighs.

'sure, sure. whatever you say babyboy,' wilbur chuckled.

'oh, shut up!'

the room was filled with laughter and jokes, the tension from earlier having slipped out the window.

another song played and, quackity seemed to know it from somewhere, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

he just decided to, leave it be.

he was still resting his body against the other's shoulder, neither of them having dared to move.

and so, his stomach tightened.

'soot,' the black-haired male suddenly yelled, causing the other to jump up a little, which made the both of them laugh, after a second of having looked at each other in pure shock.

'oh my god, soot,' quackity barely was able to whisper through his laughs, 'dont tell me you're a swiftie too!'

'i'm sorry to disappoint, quackity,' wilbur whispered in return.

'oh em gee, samesies,' the other half yelled, half laughed.

wilbur doesn't think he's ever laughed this hard: 'you're so dramatic!'

and with that, desperate to get his mind off of him, the black-haired male quickly made point to decode the lyrics.

during all that, wilbur began to hum the song that had been playing currently.

the other pretended to not have noticed but, he had noticed.

he'd noticed it pretty easily.

and, in his opinion, the humming that came with was better than the music itself.

wilbur suddenly realised quackity had been staring at him, having made the man stop in his tracks for a second: 'what?'

'nothing, i was just looking at you!'

a smile formed on the brit's face and his gaze, it felt so unfamiliar.

it was love, the shorter had later realised, when thinking back about this moment.

'what's with you now,' quackity asked.

'nothing, i just, i really like this and, i like that i like this!'

'that doesn't make any sense, what do you even mean by t-'

'shh,' the brunette softly shushed the other.

before quackity was able to complain, he felt a pair of lips on his own.

the heat in his body seemed to turn even hotter and spread all the way from his feet to his fingers, which he slowly twirled in wilbur's hair.

the other's lips felt soft and, it fit so well together.

it felt almost as if, his lips were sculpted to fit his.

all thoughts left the younger's head, all he could get himself to do was laugh, once the other pair of lips pulled away.

for a moment, the two stared at each other, foreheads pressed together and light chuckles having escaped their, no longer virgin mouths.

wanting to stay in that moment forever, the short male didn't move and, neither did the taller.

they just, sat there, admired each other for a moment, minds wandering back to how they'd gotten in this situation, this mess.

this mess, this absolute chaos of feelings.

but a pretty mess, nonetheless.

'this, probably seems like a stupid thing to ask, and i totally get it if you don't want to go in on my question, or if you think it's weird, but can i mabe, hug you,' quackity slowly asked.

in the moment he seemed so unsure of, everything.

'of course,' spoke wilbur softly.

the older pulled quackity into a tight hug, having rested his arms on the other's waist and drawing circles on it with his finger whilst the shortest out of the two just, rested his head on wilbur's shoulder.

'i've never, ever felt so safe with anyone, i really, you're just- thank you.'

a soft chuckle escaped the other's lips as he, unknowingly pressed the black-haired a little closer to his chest: 'and you're just, so welcome.'

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