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theeclipticarts · 2 years

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Finally finished a write up of Tommy's backstory for 'The Benefits of Honesty' for the first time! Thought that it'd be worth sharing it here (warning, it's pretty long!):

Tommy was raised in a family of liars. He was an only child, and had both a mother and father. They didn’t hate him, but they certainly didn’t love him either. His parents would lie all the time to him, to each other, and to everyone else. Being raised in this environment, despite his hatred for them, Tommy finds himself lying as well. He becomes a compulsive liar.

His parents abandon him when they “go on a vacation” to Hypixel when he’s 13 years old. They lie to him repeatedly that they’ll be coming back soon, but that various things are stopping them from returning. Eventually their promises just never come, and Tommy is unable to establish contact with them. His phone calls bounce back and mail gets returned to sender. He never knows if they’re alive or dead, but he finds himself not really caring other than some bitterness.

He struggles for the next half a year to survive, even more as the payments they were sending to keep him living stopped four months in alongside the communication. Thankfully Tommy has the apartment he grew up in for two years. Tommy is forced to quit school and teach himself through experience. He has to teach himself to cook, spend money wisely, perform first aid, and other basic life skills. He survives getting second hand things and using community food shelves to minimise the use of what little money he has left. No one will give him a job, and he had to escape the police being called multiple times. He was too stubborn to go into foster care.

He’s 13 and a half when he finds Dream (who is a vigilante at the time) injured in a battle and performs basic first aid. Once he’s done though, Tommy leaves a note saying that he hopes Dream is okay, and leaves a neon green plastic cup full of water. He’s lucky because he has two, but hopes that his first one doesn’t break.

Dream wakes up and begins a private citywide manhunt alongside his new vigilante friends Sapnap and George for his ‘Cinderella Kid’, though the media does notice that he’s looking for something and theorises. It’s hard, because all he has is a note, a cup, and a vague memory of him being blonde and blue-eyed. It takes him two months, but eventually he gets hurt again on a lesser scale and Tommy stumbles into him. Tommy says “Why do we keep meeting like this?” and Dream realises this is the kid he was looking for.

Tommy is 13 and 8 months old and struggling when Dream finds him. Dream recognises that he is young and struggling despite Tommy’s lies, and wants to help him out. He refuses to risk putting Tommy in the vigilante spotlight by bringing him to the tower, or visiting as a vigilante, so he reveals his identity to Tommy. He ends up dropping by Tommy’s house several times a week. He teaches Tommy basic life skills, gives Tommy plenty of money to live off, and makes sure Tommy is okay. He re-enrolls Tommy into school, which Tommy struggles to get back into after almost a year off. Eventually Dream helps him get set up in an online school which Tommy continues until completion later on in the years.

A year and a half later when Tommy is 15, they have a massive argument. Neither of them really remember what it was about, though they think it either had to do with Tommy refusing Dream’s help or Dream becoming a hero, but it escalated bad enough that they split off completely.

Tommy is kicked out of the apartment and has to use the money he saved up from his time with Dream to rent a new one. It's difficult finding a landlord that doesn't care but when he does it's luckily quite a nice place. He picks up a job at the local animal rescue not too far away, and begins making his own money.

About a month later, Tommy finally gets his powers. It's a struggle for him to not excitedly tell someone, and he wishes he could tell Dream. Instead, he cautiously begins to use them and get better with them before making his debut as a vigilante. Tommy lies to himself, and swears that he isn't doing it because of how he looked up to Dream when he was a vigilante and still looks up to him now. He lies even more to himself that he doesn't do it to get a chance at seeing Dream again.

He's 15 and a half when he meets Dream in the field for the first time. Their interactions are always slightly anxiety inducing, but as far as Tommy is aware, Dream doesn't know about his identity, and that helps a bit. They build up a basic but positive friendship over the years as they occasionally interact on missions.

He's 16 and a half when Ranboo shows up and they have their first vigilante vs villain fight. Over the next 2 and a half years they build up a close friendship, even if Tommy refuses to acknowledge it and actively lies to himself about it. Ranboo doesn't do anything seriously villainous other than breaking into something now and then, so their fights are always more playful than genuinely dangerous or serious. Ranboo is Tommy's only real friend. He knows people and he likes his co-workers at the rescue, but he never gets close to any of them. The closest thing he has to a friend aside from Ranboo is his neighbour who checks up on him occasionally and sometimes invites him over for tea. His lies tend to drive them away if his constant distrust and difficulty getting close to people doesn't do it first.

Tommy is 19 when the story begins. He hasn't seen his parents in 6 years and he barely remembers them. He hasn't seen Dream as a civilian in 4 years. He's been a vigilante for 4 and a half years, and he's been friends with Ranboo for 2 and a half years.

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alisterarchives · 2 years

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am i the only one who while reading tumoasd was under the impression that it was just a crack fic and there was not really any sad meaning behind it? because i just finished reading it and boy was i wrong.

#fanfic #fanfiction #tumoasd #dreamsmp fanfiction #dsmp

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hazelpeppermint · 2 years

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The Murderer Wilbur story

I want to have the story done by Halloween, considering I made the story FOR Halloween. For the time being, I’ll give you guys one of my favorite moments from the story so far:)

Shoving his hands in his thin, scrub pockets he trudged his way into the store with a hunched back and a tired expression. He walked to the counter where an old man stood, plucking an antique looking guitar, he was tuning it, though it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Tommy shivered as he watched the man hum and pick at a string.

“Excuse me? Is there any way I can get a set of guitar strings? I don’t know which ones I need but, get me the best ones.” Tommy swallowed as the man looked up at him with an emotionless look, looking back and grabbing a small box and throwing it on the counter. The man tapped on his register to give him the amount Tommy would have to pay, he set the guitar on the table as he did so. Tommy marveled at the carved wood before him, it looked almost like Wilbur’s guitar, but less beaten up.

“20£ for the steel strings mate” The man coughed as he watched Tommy grab his wallet and take out his card and give it to the man, to which he swiped and handed Tommy it back. He put the strings in a small plastic bag before handing it to Tommy, he grabbed the guitar and went back to tuning it.

The story is at 5,409 words and I’m not even halfway yet at this point! I really hope to make this an enjoyable piece of literature. (It can be a silly piece of work too! This is just a practice writing!)

AUTHORS NOTE: These are the characters and not the actual creators themselves, this is supposed to be a spooky story for Halloween like those episodes of sitcoms that are Halloweenish and spooky:D!! I based Wilbur’s character off of his SIMPbur character for the most part but also put into account of other horror characters as well!

#simpbur #ctommy #fanfiction #dreamsmp fanfiction #dreamsmp fanfic #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #Wilbur soot #Tommyinnit #Tom simons #ranboo and tommy help hide bodies #ranboo

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felidaefighter · 2 years

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Schlatt Wins The Election

[cw: mentioned alcohol abuse, implied child abuse, misuse of authority]

A time-stretched AU wherein the SBI & Co are not directly involved in L’Manberg’s founding nor the election-- save for Tubbo, who is Schlatt’s son. This is a piece of character backstory written for a WIP!

"I'm coming with you," Tubbo said, voice shaking, and Tommy answered gruffly and immediately: "Of course you are."

Wilbur turned off the TV with a loud ka-chUNK, and the three of them sat staring at the black screen in complete silence as it crackled. None of them moved. None of them knew what to say. Of course he'd win on a technicality. Of course. And that meant… something terrible. Something terrible, surely. Suddenly, Wilbur had a resolved, determined expression on his face. He stood up abruptly. "Right. We're leaving."

"Leaving…?" Tommy attempted to interrupt, but Wilbur bulldozed past, already mid-explanation and wasting no time. "I'll write to Dad, let him know why and where. Pack what's important and what you can carry, and leave what isn't." Tommy looked about to scramble into action as Wilbur got out an envelope and some letter-paper, but Tubbo stood up shell-shocked. He… He was…

"I'm coming with you," Tubbo said, voice shaking, and Tommy answered gruffly and immediately: "Of course you are." It was never a question to him-- he always got things his way in the end. And honestly, the relief Tubbo had upon hearing Tommy's certain tone was enough to ease his worries for the moment. This was his family. Of course he was going with them. Of course he would be safe with them. Tubbo started going through his drawers as quickly as he could, throwing the non-essentials in a pile and setting the essentials aside to shove into a bag when he was done. The air was tense and horrid, sitting in everyone's lungs like a smog that couldn't be coughed out. It was rolling through the country like a terrible disease and Tubbo feared they'd get the worst of it before they managed to leave.

There was a knock on the door.

Tubbo and Tommy, in their respective halves of their room, froze. "Hide," Wilbur hissed as quietly as he could. Tommy breathed in, a horrible shakey sound that Tubbo hoped he'd never have to hear again. Who was at the door? Who could it be? There weren't many options and all of them seemed grim. Wilbur went to answer the door as Tubbo cowered in his closet, knowing Tommy had gone as quickly as he could to Wilbur's room to do the same. Knowing, with a sinking pit where his stomach ought to be, that he probably knew who was here and why. Tubbo's hiding-closet was closer to the door, so he could just make out the conversation muffled through the walls… and that familiar, dreaded voice.

"Wiiillllburrr! Hey! How ya doin' pal? I haven't seen you in a while!"

It was Schlatt's voice, distinct even through layers of wall and only standing in the doorway. Wilbur didn't waste time with formalities; Tubbo was grateful for that. "What do you want." He asked stiffly. There was a pause, likely as Schlatt hemmed and hawed over his roundabout answer.

"Oh? I see you got a suitcase there-- you packin' up? Leavin' the country? After it just got under good management? That's a pity, that's a pity."

"It's none of your business. This is my house. Leave."

"Nah, see, you've got somethin' of mine-- that is to say--"

Schlatt dropped the faux-familiar tone and it melted into its true, sinister form. "That is to say, Wilbur, you've got my kid. You wouldn't separate a kid from his father now would you? Come on, I've got a brand new big house and he can have an entire room all to himself-- an entire room! He's probably sharing with that brat brother of yours right now right?"

Schlatt's voice became a sneer, an expression Tubbo was all too familiar with, enough that he could see the look on his face in his mind's eye. "Look, I'm not here to mess around, alright? I want Tubbo. I want my kid. You and--" A fake niceness again, a lie wrapped in gold-- "You and Tommy can leave, I don't give a shit. But Tubbo is my kid. And ah, if you don't hand him over, if he doesn't come with me, I'm gonna have you arrested for kidnapping, because I can do that now."

The white-knuckled grip Tubbo had on his own face was probably leaving marks, he realized. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. He needed to have his hand over his mouth. He needed to be desperately, terrifyingly quiet. Schlatt could arrest Wilbur. And Tommy. And he probably would. What could Tubbo do? What should he do? Why him?

Apparently, however, Wilbur was staring down Schlatt and not budging an inch, replying with carefully calculated vitriol. "I'm sorry, man, but even if I wanted to let you take Tubbo-- which I don't, ever, by the fucking way-- he's gone. He already left as soon as he found out you won. Didn't even wait to hear your egomaniac speech. Took his backpack and fucked off into the woods somewhere. I dunno what to tell you, man, Tommy and I are worried sick but there's not much we can do. It'd be a hell of a lot easier to look if the walls were still up, but." It sounded like he ended with a shrug. And Wilbur was a flawless liar. Schlatt had to buy it, right? He had to.

"That's bullshit and you know it. Now I could send some guards out lookin', waste everybody's time, but you and I both know he's here and I'm going to charge you with so much more than just kidnapping if you even fucking think about lying to me again, Wilbur!"

Tubbo expected to feel scared at that, more scared, but the truth was… he felt pissed. In a calm sort of way. How dare Schlatt threaten to hurt his family! How dare he! Tubbo could be brave. Tubbo had to be brave. If his hands were cold and clammy and shook while he opened the closet door, he decided he could pay it no mind. He stepped out into the livingroom, in full view of Schlatt and Wilbur both. "What's going on?" Tubbo asked, sounding little and helpless and lost instead of angry. Best to roll over in these situations, he'd learned.

Wilbur spun around, wide-eyed in fear-- fear for Tubbo, he realized. "Tubbo--" Wilbur started, desperate, and Schlatt huffed in relief and relaxed a little. "There you are," Schlatt said. "What were you doing, huh? Hiding from me? Cowering away?" He asked. Tubbo couldn't help it; he responded with a bit of a scoff. "I was packing. We figured I'd be living with you after this. I'm allowed to pack my things, aren't I?" Wilbur was looking at Tubbo with an expression he'd really prefer not to dwell on, and Schlatt snorted. But he was calmer and it was obvious and he'd protected Wilbur, protected Tommy, protected his family.

"Well. You don't need to get snide with me about it. Alright though, whatever, yeah, I guess you should finish packing your things. I don't want to have to be buying you new clothes and shit."

Tubbo responded in kind. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm gonna go finish packing." He didn't miss the glare Schlatt sent Wilbur as he mentioned he'd go wait outside with a dismissive handwave. As soon as the door was shut, Wilbur ran over and grabbed Tubbo's shoulders in a desperate, protective way.

"Tubbo, what were you thinking? Why did you do that? I could've handled it!" He hissed in a quiet, mournful way.

Tubbo shook his head. "Nah. Schlatt was dead set on hurting you. This'll be enough of a distraction. He's happier when he gets his way which means he's less angry. Pretty standard behavior for a drunkard like him, honestly. And I couldn't let him hurt you and Tommy. Simple."

Wilbur stared at Tubbo for a long time, indecipherably but with watery eyes. After a few moments, he sighed, and took his hands off Tubbo's shoulders. "I'll go get Tommy. Don't go anywhere but your room until we've come to talk. Alright?" Tubbo nodded.

The packing itself was a blur. He remembered setting some things aside though, things important to him but that he'd hand off to Tommy and Wilbur for safekeeping rather than take with him. Among them, his winter coat with patches of L'Manberg and the other places they'd lived-- somehow, he felt Schlatt wouldn't approve.

Tommy, upon seeing Tubbo, ran up to him and put his hands on his shoulders in a desperate, protective way. "Tubbo, what were you thinking? Why did you do that? Please don't leave."

Tubbo stared at him, a small smile on his face. "You and Wil really are brothers," He said with a dead laugh. He hugged Tommy tightly. Tommy didn't want to let go.

"Look, I set aside some things I want to take but can't-- can you hold onto them for safekeeping? I'll come and get them again soon. Thank you for everything you've done for me up until now. It's time I did something in return, y'know? It'll be alright. It'll be okay." Tommy was openly sobbing and Wilbur was sniffling. Wilbur wrapped his arms around the both of them, pulling them into a tight, protective hug.

"We'll be back for you, Tubbo, as soon as we can," Wilbur promised, and Tommy stopped sniffling long enough to nod confidently. "Don't get too settled in with the big lug."

Tommy picked up the armful of things Tubbo couldn't take to shove in his own bag, and Tubbo took his own, now-significantly-smaller bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you both soon, yeah?" He asked, as a quick rapping on the door sent a spike of adrenaline through them all, knowing Schlatt was getting impatient.

"Of course." Wilbur said, hugging Tubbo again one last time. "You're our fuckin' family and don't you forget it," Tommy agreed, hugging Tubbo again tightly. They left Tubbo's room and opened the door to see an impatient Schlatt. "Alright, come on, let's go," Schlatt said. Tubbo got one last, good look at them. Did he believe that the universe would be so kind? That he'd see them again soon? Well, not really. But still… Wilbur was confident and Tommy was stubborn and if Phil got back soon he'd be a real force to reckoned with. So maybe it'd be okay after all. They shut the door, and Tubbo went with Schlatt.

#tubbo #schlatt #angst #lmanberg elections #dsmp au #dreamsmp fanfiction #they write #abuse implied #their ages are also a lil different to have schlatt be a dad here hglnsvlsdhglshdg and to line up the fic proper with canon better #it's not really a modern au btw i just couldn't figure out if they had tv in the dreamsmp... ghdslnvlsdhglshg #thank you to pastry for expressing interest btw i 🥺❤❤❤❤❤

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thenaiads · 1 month

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dreamnoblade deleted fic by laseroil

Reddit is the best place to this point XD https://www.reddit.com/r/DeletedFanfiction/comments/1bh0llz/looking_for_dreamnoblade_fic_by_laseroil/

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#dreamnoblade #dreamsmp fanfiction

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calamari-minecraft-corner · 3 months

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Chapters: 30/?

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Clay | Dream & Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Sam | Awesamdude, Original Female Character(s), DreamXD (Dream SMP), Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pandora's Vault Prison, Dimension Travel, Texting, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Prisoner Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), POV Original Character, Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Warden Sam | Awesamdude, Manipulative Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), A lot - Freeform, Mentioned Dream SMP Ensemble, Chatting & Messaging, text, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, POV Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Every now and then, Slice of Life, Platonic Cuddling, Past Torture, Torture, POV Multiple, bug horror, being force fed centipedes, Centipede horror, Revival Gone Wrong, Personal Limbos (Dream SMP), Goat Hybrid Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot's Personal Limbo, Jschlatt’s personal limbo, Angst with a Happy Ending, Body Horror, Murder, Assisted Suicide, Suicide, dream does revival crimes, Unethical Experimentation

Summary:

After noticing an ominous app on her phone, Wren couldn't help but to be wary of where it came from. That is until her power went out and she ended up seeing a message from a complete stranger. Little does she know what she dragged herself into, and how terrifying the circumstances are when she had replied.

#FINISHED LATEST CHAPTER AND HERES AN OFFICIAL POST #PLEASE GIVE IT A LOT OF LOVE #cala writes #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #c!dream #dreblr #penpal au #dsmp oc #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fan fiction #dreamsmp oc #dreamsmp fanfiction #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction

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hdsc-ace · 1 year

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The Inbetween Glitch || Dream SMP

Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

The Inbetween holds a glitch that can disrupt the dream SMP if let loose. Maybe they wanted to challenge that theory?

I hated it. I Hated every moment of the entire experience. How long was I there? Well, I don't know. But I did know it was trying to tell me something. It was like a story. No, another life. One I wasn't meant to know of. One no was meant to know of.

"It was never meant to be" The voice of one of the figures in front of me says above a series of glitches that appear from the dark void. After a second the picture becomes clear and the scene lays out. Two men stood in a small room as one of them pressed a button, setting off a bunch of tnt.

Despite how hard I tried, I was always unnoticed. No one saw me.

'Hello?' I quickly cried out, my voice but it was disoriented. I try to walk forward but the world becomes glitchy and slowly fades as it moves me back to the origin position I was in. 'Help!' I yell as my own voice glitches again.

It was like I was invisible, like a glitch in the system that affected no one but myself.

'Those discs are worth more than you ever were!'

'My first decree is to revoke the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!'

Not knowing terrified me. It all happened so fast and out of nowhere. I had no warning of what was going to come next despite how much I wished I did. I wished I knew more.

'It was never meant to be' Four people repeat at the same time, four people face towards me, saluting before disappearing.

But this story, the one the glitched showed me, it seemed that was already told but i was also a story that seemed like it would all be forgotten. It's difficult to understand.

I hear voices continue to repeat the same things as random images of places and people Of whom i don't know before they all stop.

Peace. That's what it brought me. Yet it wasn't just for a second before the glitches arrived and took me somewhere else, no, It stuck around.

I stand for a second in what seems like a white void before my surroundings change into a white palace. It was empty apart from a book which was lying in a stand in front of me.

That place seemed familiar. So familiar like I've been there before but I had no recollection of past experiences. It was like the place before, a forgotten memory.

But this place was different from everything I saw before. It was quiet, It caused me to hope for a break of my curse. Maybe It'll help me escape or figure it all out

Like any other normal person, I walked towards it and as I did the pages flip open until they land on a certain page. I started reading.

'Welcome to the inbetween. That glitch of yours is quite interesting, It can become very useful quite quickly. Yet that isn't the reason why you're here. But soon enough you'll understand. Just don't stray far from the path.'

That was it. That was all the book said. No story, no answers to my questions. Only more questions were caused to spark

I didn't know what path it was on. There were ledges and Arches with paths but not a single clear path. Now I wish it gave clearer instructions, then i wouldn't be where I am right now.

I jump as the book slams shut, signaling for me to do something else. Yet I was so confused, nothing,

I couldn't remember anything before the glitches.

I decided to walk down under the massive arch opposite the book to a massive tree.

I had no clue where I was going but I was going somewhere. But when I went around it I stopped as I saw someone.

"I didn't stray off the path." My voice glitched on the word didn't. "I strayed off the path" I repeat.

#DreamSMP #DSMP #Inbetween #DreamSMP fanfiction #Fanfic #storytelling #writeblr #writing #story #HSDC-Ace #Minecraft #m yt

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 29/45

Chapter Title: XXIX - i’m sorry but i’d rather be getting high than watching my family die

Ten minutes after the new year starts, Tubbo recollects the events of his life up to this point and tries to determine what's next on the road ahead. Two people refuse to let him carry on alone.

please reference beginning notes for context on the pacing of the next three chapters + upload schedule!

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(dm to be added, specify if you just want CS or want all of my fics.)

#nightmare.fics #beeduo fanfiction #cbeeduo fanfiction #tubbo fanfiction #ctubbo fanfiction #dreamsmp fanfiction #cough syrup nightmare rivulets #OKAY I WILL TRY TO SORT OUT FANART AND END NOTES NOW BUT IM ON A MEETING SO #POST FIRST WILL GET TO THAT LATER SORRY GUYS

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squishycheekanon · 10 months

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Human!Techno x reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.

You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.

But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.

As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.

Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.

Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.

Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.

You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.

Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.

With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.

Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.

“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.

“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.

“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.

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You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.

Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.

“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.

“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.

“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“

“You drove.”

“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“

“You always take the elevator.”

“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“

“It was one sock.”

“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-

“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.

“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.

It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.

Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.

“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.

“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.

“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?

“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.

“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”

His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.

You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.

“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”

He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.

“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.

The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.

He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.

Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.

With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.

His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.

“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.

Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.

“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.

“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.

Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.

“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.

“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.

“But Tec you already-“

“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”

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Which Q!Forever ends up being teleported from universe to universe, and it didn't matter in which world he always found q!Philza in a different timeline... in this he arrives in an extremely dangerous place.

He could only run, as far as possible. danger, danger, was all that popped into his head as soon as he was faced with a totally destroyed spawn and laughter echoing from all sides, were they planning to kill him as soon as he stepped into that world?

So his only choice was to run as far away as possible, he had no way of protecting himself from whatever the fuck was going to happen to him, but not to sound too proud, 'Se estivessemos no meu mundo, eu iria destruí-los'(If we were on my world, i would destroy them), but they weren't, so he had no other choice.

He didn't have a locator to see if there were people nearby, he felt that at any moment he would be attacked, he just saw in the global communicator several people calling him, offering gifts for him to go to them, but Forever was not stupid, he knew how it worked, and now all he had on his mind was his own survival. He just slowed down his steps when he felt the cold of a snowy biome on his body, at that moment he hated himself for his sense of style and his choice of refusing to wear a shirt 'O que é bonito tem que ser mostrado' (What is beautiful has to be shown), He laughs at himself as a result of the silly joke your mind made as a way of comfort on that situation.

He felt so cold, his paws stepping on soft snow was not one of the best sensations a man could feel, he was not used to this cold, he was used to the heat of Quesadilla Island, felt that his legs would betray him at any moment and let drop him in the snow.

And so it did.

His body needed a rest, his heart was beating fast from the amount he had to run to find a place where he could take a break, Forever believed that his body simply dropping to its knees in the snow was a way of rebelling against his brain for the will of wanting at least a second of rest and his brain obeyed because, even though it was extremely cold at that moment and he knew he should find a warm place, he didn't have the strength to do that so he stayed there.

stayed.

and stayed in the snow.

He missed his own world.

He missed his Brazilian friends.

He missed his sister.

He missed the friends from other countries he made on the island.

He missed the kids.

He missed Phil. (even though he refused to acknowledge this)

He missed Richarlyson.

It had been so long… So long since he had seen his son… his family… his found family. It hurt, it hurt too much, he didn't know when he would return to his original world, nor why he had the curiosity to enter that stupid portal, he didn't know why… because regardless of the world he spawns… he always finds… always find 'him'…

'that stupid b-'

He heard footsteps, which pulled him out of his thoughts and made him lift his head.

'Oh no…

no no…

why… why- WHY.

or… maybe yes?'

The figure in front of her wasn't hard to recognize.

But what will he be like? he thought .

Would he be more like Crowfather?

would be more like the soldier?

or… would he be more like 'yours'?

blond hair, blue eyes…green clothes and beautiful w-… wings? Where are the wings? Does he not have them in this world? but on all the others the wings were there… are they hidden in that purple cape he was wearing?

He lowered his gaze further… canes? He couldn't walk?

'oooh… this world…. this horrible world…'

'What did they do to you?

Why would they do that to you…

Was there no one there to protect you?

I could have protected you…

Why wouldn't anyone be there to protect you…

how could they… let this happen to you.'

But for a second, logic was more powerful than the pity he could feel, 'What did you do to deserve this?' and then he started feeling scared as soon as he saw him going through his own bag, is this the end for him? he already saw 'his own' Philza in battle and he was quite skilled, no, he was extremely skilled, but now imagine this one who is in front of him, who already lives in a world where he is in constant danger of being attacked by someone, could he-

'oh….

there it is, the answer.'

His answer was the soft cloth that was thrown towards him by the elder, a red cape for the cold, 'how can you doubt your belov-... friend… '

"Sorry for throwing that right in your face, but you weren't responding…." a small smile appeared on his face as he spoke, "but your tail was wagging so I guess you're happy to find someone who isn't immediately trying to attack you."

"im Philza." 'yes…i know.'

"I'm called….Forever" 'Cauda idiota… idiota, estupida… sempre me expondo… '(Dumb tail… dumb, stupid… always exposing me)

More footsteps, this time coming from the forest, Forever and Philza turned to the side where the noises were coming, knowing it was probably some idiot.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place where you can rest" Forever nodded in response, getting up and wearing the cloak Phil gave him "Don't worry, you can be sure they know the trouble they'll get into if they think in attacking me or attacking someone who is with me." offered his hand to help him to get up, which Forever gladly accepts.

They were silent the entire time on the way to Philza's base, and Forever took the time to observe him 'era o mesmo em todos os mundos, mas aqui você não tem suas tão preciosas asas…'(you are the same in all worlds, but here you don't have your precious wings).

I wonder what happened.

Philza… 'His Philza', once said, his wings were clipped when he woke up in Quesadilla Island. Philza from the Antarctic Empire still had his wings, but never used it much since they were in a very cold place and a storm could start at any moment. His thoughts guided him to Crowfather, The Philza who lived around several other hybrids, he remembered when he met him he flew whenever he could, Forever does not understand the avians culture, but believes that his wings are the most important thing for them , its symbol of pride, beauty, its story. Remember how Crowfather flew, so skilfully, so happily, a joy he never saw in 'his' Philza, so freely, a freedom he never saw 'his' Philza demonstrate.

But now he saw one, that just didn't had it at all.

The wind pushed Phil's cape away, and there were his wings... well... what's left of them. The joint that made the shape of the wings, with just a few feathers covering it, it looked totally destroyed, clearly Phil couldn't even move them, only a miracle could fix this damage. 'Was it an accident? Was it on purpose? He did this to himself? Was it someone else?'

Phil definitely notices the look Forever was giving his wings.

"Hey, is everything alright mate?" He stops his footsteps, looking at Forever, worried.

"Oh! Oh no, no.... It's just that, that... Your wings" Forever felt embarrassed for a moment, trying to hide in the cape the other man gave, remembering that Philza just met him. From his perspective it was weird, a stranger caring so much for something like that, but at the same time… Philza cared enough about him to take him to his base, so isn't it fair?

"Ow, don't be sad about it man! We barely know each other and you're already feeling sorry for me, hahaha!" The laugh, 'The laugh… even the laugh was the same', How can he laugh about this? his sister Baghera said to him that the avians wings were what make them what they are, their wings are an individual mark of each one, but why did he seem so detached from that part of him? he didn't seem to care, but why wouldn't he care for a special thing such as the symbol of your species?

They arrived. Philza entered, stepping over the fence, which was proof that he was able to walk, but without his wings he just had to find a way balance that he probably lost after his wings got destroyed, and as imagined, he lost the balance (he almost feel) after jumping over the fence. Forever did the same, jumping over the fence right after Philza, and looking around, it was nothing like Forever had imagined, it was a quiet place that oozed comfort, one…two… three houses? there were horses, and lots and lots of dogs, lots of animals in general... but what caught his attention was the rare pink sheep that ran towards Phil as soon as they arrived.

"Hello Rosie~ how was your day?" he petted the sheep who was apparently named Rosie, who responded with a squeal, 'Mée mée, hehe…cute'. The sheep came towards him, sniffing his hand and then running away and walking towards one of the wooden houses.

A creature, an enderman? came out of the white and black house that was set against the mountain, with a… baby zombie piglin? woow this world just surprises him, an enderman with a zombie piglin son… the enderman walked past them and greets Phil, when he looked at Forever (never looking him in the eye, of course he's not dumb.) assumed he was a friend of Philza that he just didn't he remembered if he had ever met before and greeted him too, soon turning his attention back to the piglin and continued on their way.

"Who is they?" Forever asked, trying not to sound too nosy, but who wouldn't be curious?

"They are Ranboo, and Michael, their son, they live with me and my friend, Techno" he quickly explained as if he had to do this all the time. "Ranboo's house was destroyed a while ago, so I invited him to live here to protect him, and it wasn't long ago that Michael moved in with him."

Protective, as usual… all of them were the same, just having a single more worked-up personality trait… Crowfather was more sarcastic and sassy, with a big superiority complex if judged…but he wasn't evil, he just had a god complex, or "queen bee" complex.

The soldier one… that one was terrifying at first sight, he was more serious and tactical, with a more… “military” way but still calm as always, Philza always has this calmer personality… but this one was much colder following orders from above, he probably didn't think too hard when ordered to kill someone.

But they all had something in common, they were all extremely protective of what they loved, 'his' Phil was extremely protective of the kids and was afraid to even leave the house with Tallulah and Chayanne and anyone else he was looking after to do quests.

Crowfather was extremely protective of everyone in that small territory, in that safe place for hybrids they built, he cared about hybrids more than anything else.

That soldier one... was protective of his and his friend's Empire, and spent much of his time guarding the territory, and did everything in his power and sometimes even out of his reach to help his friend complete his goal of conquering. the world.

And this one… looked like 'his' Phil, just protective of everyone around him.

"Wow, you're already trusting me so much to give me all this information? Aren't you afraid I'm some kind of spy or something?" Forever asked, clearly joking, Phil shrugged, probably the answer is no.

Phil guided him to his house and let him in. "Oh shit, I should probably get you some…" Judged the way Forever dressed looking up and down at him. "Best clothes for this biome?" Forever nodded, maybe the 'no shirt in front of Phil' rule could have a break here, or he would freeze…'difficult choice but i don't want to die like this' "Okay! a sec, I'll have to check Techno's stuff if there's something for you, I guess my clothes wouldn't fit since you're-" He paused for a second, searching for the right words "bigger than me?" he chuckled and headed for the door.

Forever was alone in the house now, and he took advantage of the little time he would have there to observe the surroundings, 'comfy place', fireplace to keep warm, two chairs in front of the fireplace, several chests which he held so as not to look at what was inside (and judge his wealth), flowers… and kinda weird pictures on the walls… probably of friends, that little place had such a nice feeling, the same feeling you would feel in 'Phil's' house, everything was so familiar, it was such a quiet and safe place, Forever thought Philza's house would be extravagant and big, full of luxurious furniture and shiny things, like in the Antarctic empire, instead of that, he was welcomed with a small wooden house in the middle of the snow, a house so simple but probably full of feeling and history…

"I'm back! I'm back… sorry for the delay" he entered the door, with clothes in his hands already giving it to Forever "Techno is a hybrid too, you won't need to worry about the comfort, you can go up to my room get changed while I make something to feed ourselves" Carefully Philza shows directions for Forever to go up to the bedroom and so he goes up the wooden stairs and he start to analyze the clothes Phil brought to him, two sweaters, probably for layers and a pair of sweatpants for hybrids, very simple, very comfortable and probably carefully chosen.

Forever quickly dressed, and tied his hair into a hairbun, the clothes fit but were still a little bigger than his usual size, so they were slightly baggy. With the help of his hybrid side, he smelled the snack that Philza was making downstairs, like in childhood when he spent time at his grandmother's house, and she would kindly make small snacks during the late afternoon, he didn't know the reason why would he compares Phil to a grandma but he's kinda old so it makes sense but we don't talk about it much. He quickly went downstairs trying not to make too much noise and disturb Philza while he was doing his thing. He saw that Philza had arranged two chairs in front of the fireplace but decided to stay put and wait for some sign from the Avian. Philza look at him from the corner of his eye.

"You can sit down, don't be shy" Forever could see the sweet smile that appeared on Philza's face, so he sat down on one of the chairs and you already felt the heat of the fireplace reaching his body.

"Sorry, I just don't want to bother you" He pressed his hands against his lap, he couldn't deny it, he was still feeling a little shy.

''Don't worry, your company has been pleasant" Philza turned and revealed what he was working on. With two mugs of hot chocolate in hand, he approached Forever, offering him one. "Techno is hibernating at the moment, Ranboo is always exploring or mining, and my son... doesn't visit much. It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't a baby zombie piglin."

Forever kindly smiled, taking the mug Philza offered him. The blue-eyed one turned his attention to the counter, picking up a plate… a plate of cookies! and approached Forever again, offering one, who tastefully thanked with his head and took one of the snacks and put his mouth close to taste " You are so kind Philza~, You protected me from the cold, You gave me warm clothes and you are feeding me , you're like my Sugar Daddy- " Damn… he couldn't stop his words in time, how could he be so stupid? he should learn to control his jokes, what would Philza think now? he probably made him extremely uncomfortable! he was preparing to urgently apologize for the bad joke, but he was surprised.

Philza was laughing, laughing at his joke, he was laughing too hard.

"Oh god… Hahaha! You really…?" Philza dropped the plate on the counter again and pressed his hands against his stomach while laughing "Did you really call me 'Sugar daddy'? Hahahaha! I admire your bravery, isn't everyone who has the courage to call an angel of death 'Sugar Daddy''" Philza calmed down from the laughter, sitting in the chair next to Forever "I really liked you… you are very funny, You can stay here as long as you need, no worries" Philza rested his elbow on the arm of the chair , and rested his head on his hand, looking directly into Forever's scarlet eyes, which made Forever blush.

"Are you sure? I think you'd regret it as soon as I start to get comfortable…" Forever looked away, trying to hide the redness of his face, looked to a corner that suddenly became interested for a few seconds and then turned his gaze to the man next to him, right by his side, who was taking a sip of his drink, Phil nodded, confirming his proposal.

Forever felt a bond growing, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up, this time he was going to do it right.

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