the cold and harsh thoughts of how the brunette hated quackity filled his mind. it was all he could think about as he followed said man through the cold night, into a cave.
'where is this fucker headed,' wondered the taller man, resisting the urge to groan and let the other be aware of his presence. he couldn't, because who follows their enemy through great victories and bigger downfalls, all in one night? he'd seem like a stalker which, by the way, he wasn't, he just needed to know where quackity was at all times.
okay, so maybe he was a bit obsessed with the other man, but that's only because he'd told wilbur he was attracted to him on a drunken night. he'd meant nothing with it, wilbur was sure of it, but he couldn't get it off his mind. the possibility that, if, this was true, that things could stop going wrong so much was one wilbur would gladly take upon himself.
he definitely didn't want to hear the other's voice more, or see his face at moments so weak. who would even, begin to think of something like that?
nonsense, enemies are just that, enemies.
wrong, wilbur found just mere moments after.
quackity who, had been fighting mobs ever since he'd entered that cave was looking around for danger as, it seemed awfully safe this moment. he had been expecting a skeleton, perhaps a warden. certainly not wilbur, staring directly at him and having paid no attention to the danger behind him. without exchanging a word, quackity aimed his crossbow at the skeleton that was about to attack wilbur, killing off the threat.
'what are you doing here, soot,' spoke quackity slowly, as if wilbur was dumb and needed time to take in the words.
you.
'I, uh, need to take care of some stuff?'
quackity threw his sword to the side and sat down on some rocks: 'you don't even sound certain of your own words. spit it out.' 'have got no idea. just, no idea. here in peace though, i have no weapons on me you can check.'
not hesitating a second, the younger man acted upon the offer, getting up as quickly as he'd sat down and sliding his hands along wilbur's body carefully, looking for any sharp object.
when he found none, he pushed the other backwards and looked at him for a second, before taking off his shirt: 'quit the staring and take off your coat, will you? it's so hot aren't you sweating?'
'I guess, yeah. what's it matter, you've made it clear you don't want me here.'
'all i did was ask a simple question, don't twist my words soot. don't think i want you here either, it's just dark out and who knows what dangers are hiding out there. would be a real shame if those creatures got to you before i did,' quackity groaned. 'real shame,' said wilbur, voice's tone having been unreadable. 'what,' the other man asked, confused as to what he meant by that.
'nothing.'
everything quackity did seemed sexual to the other: his manspread? on purpose, he was sure of it. readjusting his belt? well fuck, might as well have taken it off there. putting his pants in his pocket? well, why so obviously? was he begging wilbur to get horny?
of course he wasn't, wilbur was just being delusional
but, what if...
the tall man forced himself to think of something, anything else, as he let himself sink down against the rocks next to his, so-called enemy. so he started talking: 'impressive aim, where'd you learn to work with a crossbow?'
'foolish,' said the other quickly. it was clear he wasn't interested in small talk.
'if you're not interested in talking then what do you plan on doing the whole night,' wilbur finally spoke.
'don't know, don't care. what do you have in mind, then, if you're so smart and well-prepared?'
'I wanna fuck you.'
did he, really just say that?
'what,' quackity spat, not sure if he'd wanted to laugh in this situation or not, 'surely you're joking, wilbur. stop joking around now, please.'
'why? do i make you nervous,' wilbur chuckled, having chosen to ignore the obvious fucking yes written all over quackity's face, instead looking at him with a questioning look.
'wh- no! no, of course not,' the black-haired man yelled out a tad bit too quickly.
'try again. does this make you nervous,' wilbur asked, pressing his lips onto the other pair in front of him.
quackity wanted to pull away, but something stopped him. perhaps it was the way this seemed genuine, soft. unlike those times with schlatt, where all the man was out for was revenge, a way to punish quackity for not doing his job correctly.
but this, this was, love?
no, of course not! it was stupid, but it felt so safe.
just as quickly as it happened, it had came to a stop and the kiss was over. 'hm,' questioned wilbur.
'i- no, no you don't make me nervous we- we hate eachother! stop this, what do you think you're doing,' quackity said and, his voice sounded full of disgust but his gaze was different, it spoke, endearment?
wilbur shot the other a look and, if looks could kill flashed through quackity's mind, immediately having looked down.
'undress,' the brunette commanded.
doing as he had been told to do so, quackity took off his dress pants, not looking away from wilbur's face. he was afraid he's burst out laughing, that this was some kind of cruel joke being played on him.
'good boy,' wilbur cooed, getting up to get a better view of the other's face and, well, body. resting his weight against the tall walls of the cave, the man suddenly perked up and picked quackity's sword out of the belt it'd been resting in, before sending it into the air and killing another skeleton.
a look of worry spread across the other's face, to which wilbur responded with: 'don't worry, i'll keep you safe darlin'. after all, it'd be a real shame if those creatures got to you before i did.'
quackity scoffed, hoping a laugh would be enough because god, the way wilbur's fingers had closed around the sword and sent it spinning towards the threat, he'd be lying if he said that didn't turn him on. not that fear turned him on, he didn't think so, at least, wilbur just had very nice looking hands that would hopefully be put to very nice use.
'boxers off too.'
it was then that quackity started second-guessing it all. what if wilbur didn't like his body, what if he was too fat without his boxers and what if wilbur preferred more, hairy men? what if quackity wasn't good enough?
'i- i don't know, i'm, i don't-'
in one quick movement, the taller was standing in front of quackity, speaking: 'hey, you don't have to do that. i don't know why you're suddenly hesitant, but i promise you that, i wouldn't care if you wanted to stop, nor would i care about what it looks like down there really. if that's what's preventing you from undressing, i promise i don't have any expectations. i'm attracted to you, quackity, i don't have a way people have to look, especially not down there. i just want you, yeah? and if it helps, god i've never, ever seen another man's dick besides mine. it's stupid but i've never even watched porn, so really that's nothing to be self-conscious about, i promise.'
'you're so damn good with words,' quackity half-complained, half-joked, having taken his boxers off, too now.
'i know,' said wilbur mindlessly, most likely not even having listen to what was said before, really only paying attention to taking in that pretty body that was quackity's. he had a very noticeable happy trail, something that wilbur really seemed to take interest in, and his cock was curved slightly upwards, something that, in an odd way brought the picture together.
it fit quackity, it really did.
'if you're gonna be needy might as well show it, whore,' wilbur hissed, unbuckling his belt and slightly lowering his pants and boxers. his explanation?
'you're the slut here, can't have anyone walking in thinking you might be in charge when you're obviously not, pup. now you stop staring at me and put your lips to use, yeah?'
having nodded his head quickly, quackity wasted no time getting on his knees and resting his hands on the brunette's thighs, before he had licked the cock in front of him, hesitantly keeping on the act of licking it until he'd gotten familiar with the pace. 'ready,' the man on his knees mumbled, certainly not having expected to be pushed down onto wilbur's dick the second he took the tip in his mouth.
he'd wanted to get used to the taste, because his friends often joked about dicks probably tasting weird - not that they'd know, they're all quite sure about not liking men and most likely never even tried it.
but still, it would've been nice to get some time to adjust.
wilbur kept forcing quackity's head up and down in a steady pace, enjoying the other's weak gag reflex everytime he took all of the other's length. but unlike with schlatt, the shorter loved being manhandled by wilbur. he liked the way the other pulled him up by his hair and pushed his face down again with such force that, it'd probably leave a bruise down his throat.
finally, wilbur had started slowing down his thrusts: 'that's enough throatfucking, don't wanna cum from just that now, do we?'
quackity pulled his lips off of the other's cock, shaking his head no softly.
he felt disoriented, out of place, to say the least.
and, as if that wasn't all good enough already, wilbur stepped behind the black-haired man, only to push him forward as he kneeled down behind him.
'yeah, good slut. stay like that, i promise i'll make you feel good,' wilbur whispered from behind quackity, softly caressing the man in question's ass.
the brunette's thumb lingered over the shorter's ass, contemplating how to go around this in a way it'd be, less painful for the other. so, he did what anyone would've done in that situation and put out two fingers in front of the man's face: 'suck.' it didn't take long or a familiar pair of lips wrapped around his fingertips, sliding quackity's tongue over the fingers in his mouth.
'alright that's enough now, don't get too caught up sweetheart,' whispered the brunette. he pulled his fingers out of the wet and positioned them behind the younger's ass, slowly having let one finger enter his hole.
a soft groan was heard from the other, who was biting his teeth through the pain. 'it'll feel better, i promise. patience, darling.'
and so quackity got prepped, not one, not two but three fingers having helped with that process. yes, it felt good, he'd be lying if he said otherwise, but it didn't necessarily get him off.
not yet, at least.
wilbur, at the sight of the other so submissive for him, shaking his ass slightly when he'd stopped prepping him, realised he'd gotten painfully hard and, well, why wait any longer? so he didn't, positioning his cock behind the shorter's ass and holding onto the hips of said man as he sunk into the hole.
'there's your time to adjust, puppy. take it, and tell me when i can move,' the brunette said once he was, about halfway into the other.
a groan fell from quackity's lips as he re-positioned himself on his elbows, which had caused even more friction and pain.
through his pained whimpers, the younger breathed out a faint: 'it hurts too much.'
'hey, it's alright, i'll wait a bit 'till you're ready. i promise i'll be gentle, to start off, at least. take your time, really, we can't really go out as soon as it turns light anyway, people will question it. we've got time,' wilbur assured the other.
and the other just nodded in response, not having had to wait much longer to nod another one instance, grabbing one of wilbur's hands in his as a way of saying: 'i'm ready,' but without any words.
‘good boy,’ wilbur cooed, slowly backing out a bit again, before making his return and having slammed back in.
soft and loving thrust turned into rough and needy touches, wilbur grabbed the other’s hips with such force that it’d sure leave a bruise or two, not that either of them cared.
angling his hips certain ways, it seemed as if the brunette had been looking for something, which he found the second his thrusts faltered to grab the smaller’s neck. He had sloppily thrusted back in, being caught off guard when he heard quackity moan a: ‘god, sir, f-feels so good, thank you.’
and from that moment on, all kinds of sounds got milked from quackity’s lips; whimpers, whines, moans and pleas filled the dark cave.
wilbur loved the new-found spot that came with these sounds, and the small movements it caused quackity to make. he was flinching and turning underneath the older, thrusting up his ass to get any, more friction.
gasping for air, the black-haired man realised he hadn’t notice his throat being pressed down on, he hadn’t realised the other was preventing him from getting just enough air to function normally. ‘what, do dolls need to breathe too, now? you’re so spoiled, you should be happy i wanna help you out here,’ groaned the brunette.
wilbur didn’t take enough pleasure in just these small reactions, instead choosing to have placed his free hand on quackity’s cock and skilfully sliding his hand up and down.
which seemed to work, because the sounds intensified but, before he could even take pleasure in it, he took notice of a warden being close.
‘do you want us to die,’ the brunette asked, to which the obvious response had been: ‘no!’
‘then do not make a sound,’ said wilbur, ‘or we’re both dead.’
quackity hadn’t realised his sight got taken away from him, because he closed his eyes due to the pleasure he found himself experiencing. he found his ass being caressed once again and, just as he thought wilbur would stop to make quackity keep quiet, he thrusted into him in a different position.
with this new angle, it seemed as if everything was a hundred times more sensitive. it felt like, with every thrust the younger was closer and closer to seeing stars, because god, did this feel good.
heavenly, almost, but not quite, because wil's pace seemed more, careful again.
whatever the reason was he couldn't make a sound, it sure was scaring the other.
for a while it just, stayed like that: quackity strugling to having kept quiet and wilbur just faltering his movements ever-so-slightly at times.
until: 'it's gone, sweetheart. you can be loud again.'
he didn't need any more reassurance, or the shorter boy was already whimpering and begging for more again, which made the other chuckle behind him.
'good boy, so desperate and needy,' said wilbur, roaming his hands over quackity's chest whilst keeping the smaller up, as he'd lost control over his limbs due to the pleasure that was, building up in his stomach.
't-too much, sir, ne-need to cum,' quackity stuttered, failing to sound, even slightly okay. because he wasn't, he was failing to keep the pleasure in and had to let go, it was painful at this point, he just needed to release. 'cum for me, baby,' wilbur cooed.
the younger moaned out a faint, 'thank you, sir,' before doing as he'd been told to do, letting the dam break and releasing all the built-up pleasure.
'good boy,' was whispered, 'you did so well, sweetheart, so good, i'm proud.'
again, through his whimpers, the boy mumbled something about the brunette having to cum too, to which he assured: 'i will, dear. i'm close, too, i promise you made me feel good. just a little longer.'
the cries and whines spilling from quackity's mouth, the way he'd let himself fall to the ground and the way his body moved every time wilbur thrusted in, it was enough to make the taller cum, right then and there.
he did, painting quackity's walls white as he pulled out to the sight of - fuck - his cum, spilling on the harsh cave's ground.
Hey! can you write headcanons about living with ash kabobsu? Can be platonic or romantic it’s up to you 💜
living with ash kabosu!!
fluff
-The unspoken obvious of how your excuses of money purposes you'd come up with to tell family and friends was just that, an excuse, quickly revealed itself to anyone who even barely steps foot in your shared home. It wasn't a decision made to spare money, waking up together every day was really just the only way you both knew to say 'I love you.'
-Honestly, neither of you had talked about living together, ever. You'd just started crashing at Ash's place and started calling it your shared house, before you two decided to actually move into a new apartment, now legally shared!
-He's that one person to seek out a house with a laundry room, only to have it be the messiest room in the place. Seriously, you can barely see the floor at this point because there's clothes and bottles spread all across the room. But you're honestly vibing with it, you kinda love how everything in the life of Ash is just, one hot mess. Like him!
-You both have your own rooms but only use one out of the three the room has, really. You never really slept in the separate rooms, it's just a little space where the other cannot go into without permission, a space the owner of that room designed. It's somewhere you can escape to when you need time and space, a way of saying sorry for being so distant without speaking those difficult words.
-The house's bath rarely ever gets used (it only really gets put to use when Wilbur spends the night) as Ash just, doesn't like taking baths. He's more fond of showers, especially when they're with you because he gets to wash and play with your hair!
-Our silent bass boy loves nothing more than to snuggle up to you at the end of a long day, watching a movie or talking about the day with a blanket on the two of you.
-Ash can't fall asleep without that. Well, without you. Wilbur once tried taking in your role when you had been on a trip, in hopes his friend would finally sleep again, but it wasn't really the cuddles that helped him fall asleep. It's you, he just needs you next to him, not Wilbur, not anyone else, you.
-You find peace in the other's silence. Usually, you cannot stand it when nobody says a thing, but it's different, it's comforting with Ash. The meals aren't awkward, you find that the small nod you always get greeted with in the kitchen is enough. You don't feel the need to fill the silences with laughter or smiles, the presence speaks for itself and the quiet allows you to forget about your worries for a moment.
-You crafted a 'worry-box', which is basically a small drop-box, in which Ash can put letters in with things he wants to tell you, or is worried about and want to share with you. Communication is difficult coming from his part, but he trusts you with this system and he makes sure to include in the letters if he wants you to talk about this to him again or forget about it, or if he's just not ready yet to talk but will tell you if he is.
-He would definitely make you go out with him at night to get snacks, whether that be from a drive-thru or a sketchy night shop, he's always excited to go for late-night drives and or walks with you!
-Mans would 100% draw you stuff and randomly hang the drawings up around the house for you to find. He's his own proud mother frfr
but seriously, he'd show you his appreciation for you through silly little drawings and you adore it, keep every single one of them and look at them whenever he's not home and you miss him.
your twitter gave away you're hyperfixated on ash kabosu, so am i. could i possibly request some angst headcanons of how he'd react to your death (preferably su!cid3, but if not that's completely okay!)
ash kabosu grief headcanons
sui mentions, angst.
-after your completely planned, yet unexpected death, ash would always stop to ask their loved ones if they were okay, or perhaps need a hug. he's more than scared to lose another loved one to depression.
-wilbur suite forced him to seek personal help, but all he ever does during a therapy session is stare, and sometimes cry.
-at your funeral, his speech. it'd been the last time someone had ever heard him speak, because it hurt too much. every time he trusted someone with the sound of his voice after, he'd be reminded of you and the way he trusted you with it.
-the man keeps your favourite pair of sneakers and keeps it stored with his other shoes so, just for a second it feels as if you're still there, living with him.
-ash cannot sleep without texting your phone and telling 'you' about his day. yes, he knew he wouldn't get a response, but he liked to believe that just for once, you'd tell him something about yours, too.
-he often reads back the conversations you two held, to figure out where it all went wrong. guilt, he could've saved you. if only he'd noticed how off you were acting.
-every day, he waits for the front door to open and for you to walk in. for you to hug him and smile at him and he waits until he can smell you again, can feel you again. but you're never there. your car doesn't show up and the lock doesn't sound. he's all alone.
-he's never been good at keeping in touch with people and, especially now he rarely ever answers texts, which is worrying to a lot of his friends. he's losing touch with reality.
-ash swears never to get another partner and never move out, he wishes to keep all of you for as long as possible and doesn't want the memories to fad eaway, let alone think of 'replacing' you.
-the man doesn't know how to grieve and give this a place, so he simply doesn't allow it. he doesn't allow it to get better because in a way, the pain is comforting and he's gotten used to it.
The cold wind was blowing your hair everywhere as you tried quickening your pace.
You'd just finished your shift and had been walking home when you realised how long this path suddenly seemed to be.
It was the only way to get home, through this barely illuminated alleyway.
It was really small, the width could have fit just two people walking next to each other, but the length was quite long.
You always got chills when you walked here, having been thinking about how almost nobody ever uses and nobody would hear a thing if something were to have happened.
It was silent.
Too silent.
You swallowed and moved your feet, but with every step you took your legs seemed to feel heavier.
You hadn't been able to take any more weight, thus decided to sit down and took a break.
Your back had been resting against a fence, it felt as if it was judging you, watching as you had taken out your phone, having been desperate for more lightning.
Your bare back stung against the metal and, on top of that you also still felt watched.
Just as the flash had decided to flick open, you felt a fluid running down your spine.
You had gotten up quickly and shone your light on the fence, which lead you to the realisation that, only on the place you'd been resting at, was there a sharp piece of metal sticking out.
In horror, you'd put up your hand to your back - you could feel the wound, it was a displeasure to have felt your pain like that and, when you'd pulled back your hand it had been covered in blood.
‘What the fuck,' you whispered, all thoughts having left your head once you'd seen that figure behind a tree.
As the thing ever-so-slowly circled around the trunk of nature, you had started backing away, towards the fence again.
The creature looked like a shadow, it was foggy and didn't seem to have had any facial features of some sort and, when you looked for them too long at a time, your vision would have started to blurry and you'd hear a high-pitched noise.
Having paid attention only to that thing and what it did to your mind, you'd been startled to find yourself having stepped right against the fence.
And though, due to the adrenaline you hadn't realised at first, you'd been even more startled to find the back of your leg had been pushed against the sharp metal, and it hurt.
The blood once again, had been rushing down your leg and everything now was spinning.
Vaguely, you took in how you fell to your knees, barely having felt how you ripped open your skin even more whilst having done so.
At that very moment, the piercing sounds faded to the background, instead having made place for a soft voice now.
You couldn't make up what it said, no matter how hard you had tried concentrating.
Your eyelids had shot open once you felt something resting on your shoulder - it seemed to be a hand, or at least had the shape of one.
The world seemed out of place for mere moments, before you had been able to see its glory again.
You could see how you had been collapsed onto the harsh pavement beneath and finally, you had been able to make out what the voice was saying and what figure it belonged to.
It was a person, a boy.
His brown eyes held a look of worry in them as he spoke: ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Please tell me you’re okay- I mean, not that you aren’t allowed to not be, you can feel things, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that! God sorry I’m talking I shouldn’t be why am I talking, just- are you okay? Are you hurt?’
You had tried to tell this person you weren’t okay, tried to ask him who he was and why he’d been hiding behind a tree, but your throat didn’t seem to have felt the need to cooperate.
All you had been able to get yourself to do was to smile softly because, as confused as you had been, the poor guy just seemed a tad bit more out of it.
‘You smiled! Why did you smile? Is all good or is it not? Can you not talk? Can you- can you move your fingers? Please do! Alright that was- yeah, you moved your hand, okay! So, okay, one finger up for a yes and two for no, got it?’
You had nodded your head in a weak manner, and he’d immediately asked if you were okay.
Two fingers.
He then had asked you if you were in physical pain.
One finger.
He asked if you were able to pinpoint where you had been in pain.
One finger, and a hand towards your back and down to your leg, just under the knee.
‘Oh that is not looking good, that is, oh god- how did that happen?’
Your hand disappeared behind you, pointed towards the fence.
‘Did you climb that fence? That’s really dumb why’d you-‘
You had grabbed the other person’s hand in an attempt to get his attention, which you had succeeded in quickly.
You shook your head no and looked behind you, to where that sharp piece of metal should have been, but it wasn’t there so you couldn’t have shown it to him.
Why wasn’t it there anymore?
You clearly had hurt yourself with it and were carrying the consequences of it.
So why and how had you not been able to point it?
‘No? What happened? Can you- oh wait you can’t talk. Well now what? Can you- do you uhm- I don’t know, I don’t know- wait I do, I have got a friend, he can- he’s a nurse, he can make you better! You can, you can stay with us and then go home! No pressure, I mean, yes pressure to your wounds but no pressure to- to go! You can do whatever, I mean, I’m a stranger ooh, stranger danger, I would understand if you refuse, I could also just leave you alone, I’m probably scaring you off, aren’t I? God I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to strangers in a while, I’m not allowed to, orders from above, but you’d know! I’m making an exception for you because you’re hurt and- oh yes! The finger system, do you wanna go with me? That’s what I was gonna ask but I got distracted so I didn’t immediately ask and now it’s happening again, just do the fingers,’ said the strange boy.
You had put up one finger, because what could you have lost?
The answer was a lot.
Immediately, the stranger asked you if you’d be okay with having your sight taken away by means of the bandana that had been around his arm, because the location of where you would’ve been headed was highly confidential.
You nodded your head, maybe this guy was a celebrity, or perhaps his friend was a popular doctor.
Whatever the reason behind it had been, you didn't think it'd been weird or creepy, just friendly of this stranger.
Which was, even for that naive person that was you, odd.
Yes, you had always been one to trust people easily, maybe a little too easy, but never before this quickly: you could've been tricked into horrible things, but you had trusted this person talking to you and he also seemed to trust you.
This could've been the end of you, but it wasn't.
You, after the stranger had helped put on your 'blindfold' had safely arrived at a mansion, as you'd been able to make out once you- could take off the bandana.
The brunette refused to put you down and thus, had still been carrying you on his back when, out of the purple double doors appeared another boy's face.
'Thank god it is you, Ben,' said the boy whose back you were positioned on.
The new boy had blonde hair, it was messy and you had caught yourself wondering how long it'd been since he last washed it.
Whilst you took in the mysterious boy's features and, wondered if this kid was the one that would help you, you had picked up a bit of the conversation the two strangers held.
'I do not care that this person is hurt, if we let this person in they aren't going to be the only one that got attacked here,' the blonde boy had argued.
Wait, attacked?
What had he meant by that, were you attacked?
By who?
The brunette?
No, that wasn't possible, he'd been helping you, not hurting you.
Why would he have decided to help you if he was the reason you were hurt?
No, this couldn't have been.
It wasn't him, you'd been sure of it.
'I'll take all the responsibility, Ben, just let us in they obviously need help,' said the other stranger loudly, having shut down that one thought in your mind that he was the one who had hurt you.
And though these words were comforting, you had felt yourself flinch just slightly at the sudden change of tone that'd held place.
'Don't raise your voice, it scares your lover,' the boy, seemingly named Ben had said, and his voice sounded teasing, but if you'd heard that correctly it was softer, more caring now.
'Shut up and let us in will you,' the brunette's tone had been demanding, he probably hadn't found the joke all that funny, but quietly apologised to you.
He was lucky the kid hadn't heard him, you thought, because from what you'd seen he probably would have been teased for it.
'Fine.'
Inside, the stranger had warned you about his friends, some of them looked inhumane, and he had told you that, whatever it was you would do, not to mention it.
One of those friends, you quickly had realised was that one friend was meant to take care of you and the wounds you'd developed.
It was yet another male, he had seemed to be a bit older than your brunette friend, and his skin had a grey-ish glance to it.
Its face was covered by a blue mask which the creature had immediately pulled down a bit more at the sight of you, having been carried inside by its friend.
'Food,' it had whispered, confused and in a questioning manner.
'Why did you bring a strange human?'
A sigh before: 'Jack, don't go and interrogate me right now and just help this person, okay? Friend, not just a normal human, my friend! If you hurt them you are dead, if you do not help us you are dead. Do not play with me, got it?'
The creature sighed, mumbling a question to which the answer had been; 'leg and back, LJ.'
'Got it. Human, i'll stop the bleeding and then I'll stitch it up. I can't numb your body because I used it all on another human but you should be able to handle it.'
'Is that okay for you,' the brunette softly asked.
'Ooh baby are you strong enough baby? You're my little baby boo, precious little baby,' the creature named Jack, according to your friend had mocked him.
The male pushed the other away whilst rolling his eyes, which had made you chuckle.
The pair turned towards you, which in return had made you look down and slowly nod.
'What, now you're shy?'
'Jack come on-'
'I'm not shy! Besides, that's a weird word. I just don't like being looked at, especially not by strangers,' you spoke.'
'If only they knew-'
'We can change that stranger part! Also, nice to hear you got your voice back, i'm glad to hear that! But yes, strangers, change that, we can get to know each other while you're being taken care of! I would love to get to know you, what's your name?'
A smile had formed on your face: 'Y/N. What's yours? You told me the names of people i saw here but I never catched yours.'
'Sit right here,' Jack told you, and you'd done as you got told to do so, sitting down on the examination bed that had been in front of you.
'I didn't tell you? I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten! My name is Toby!'
You had stayed silent for a while, only having nodded to his response, before: 'Toby. That fits you, it's gentle and child-like. Speaking of, what is your age?'
Jack came back with some towels and silently lifted your leg up, before having put one of said towels around your limb so it would stop the blood that was running out of your wound even quicker.
The creature had stepped behind you and also put pressure on the wound on your back, resting his hand that had been covered with gloves on the towel beneath it.
'I am 19 years old, what is your age Y/N?'
'I'm 18! You look younger than me, in my opinion.'
Toby smiled at that statement and, even though he had tried to keep his face like that, it was obvious, the way his facial expressions had changed when you'd asked another question.
'How did you do that, back in the woods? How'd you make me see stuff and hurt my head,' was said question.
'Poor Y/N must be so confused,' Jack suddenly spoke, 'Toby didn't do anything, nothing happened in those woods. You're not hurt.'
Your head snapped towards Toby, the one person you trusted here: 'I'm not?'
'Oh, you're not, I think that food poisoning really messed with your head, mate.'
'I'm not hurt,' did you agree.
'What were you doing in those woods in the first place,' asked Toby.
'I was walking home from work. I always use that path!'
'Ooh what do you do for a living,' Jack decided to join in.
'I work as a barista. It's hard to make ends meet sometimes, especially since i'm still a student, too, but I love what i do!'
Whilst Jack had mumbled something about you having been ready for the stitches, Toby spoke: 'I think that's the most important part of- of having a job and pursuing that career: love and passion for it! Because at the end of the day yes, you may get paid a lot, but if you go to work reluctantly, then I hope you do realise it's for the rest of your days. While, if you enjoy what you do and your job makes you happy, then i would think you're settled for life and, unrelated to that, you're probably putting in more effort thus is there a better outcome. Because i don't know about you but i work faster when i like the thing i'm doing!'
'Exactly! I'd rather work with the most amazing people on earth than the richest! Oh speaking of, do you have a job,' you had asked toby.
'Yes! I mean, no! I mean, it's complicated i must keep it a secret. You can't know, why do you ask? Is there something wrong? I didn't do anything, or did i? No i didn't, what-'
'Woah there calm down it was just a question. You know you don't have to respond to those, right?'
Toby stayed quiet, before having nodded softly: it was the first time someone had been so respecting of his boundaries and he hadn't known how to respond to that.
Just as you had been meaning to ask another question, EJ once again had come back to you, this time with something that could have passed as a half-round needle and some thread.
The sight of this had been beyond terrifying to you, which you guessed was obvious as Toby had been quick to pat you on the shoulder, mumbling a soft 'it'll be okay, i promise.'
'Yeah don't worry too much little one, I've done this many times before and the worst that ever happened was a certain someone passed out because of fear and, it might hurt a little but if your friend here can handle it you can too, I'm sure of it!'
You had laughed at the way it'd looked at Toby whilst talking about the passed out person.
'Hey what's that supposed to mean Jack,' Toby complained, unknowing to the fact his friend had hinted it'd been him who had passed out.
'Nothing, i promise. You keep the conversation going bud,' Jack chuckled.
'If you say so, bud.'
Just as the brunette spoke those words, you'd felt an intense sting at your back - it hurt and, god how you'd wanted to cry and scream and show in how much pain you were but you didn't, and you couldn't.
You felt you had to stay strong, even if nobody would've said anything about it.
'Sorry, should i tell you when it's going in next time?'
It had stayed silent for a while.
'No, that's even more stressful. Just wasn't prepared, is all. Can someone- please keep me distracted though,' you'd softly asked.
'Ofcourse! I'll do it! I love talking, but you probably noticed that already, didn't you? Ofcourse you did, you're very smart! I wonder what you do in your free time, do you do smart people stuff?'
'I don't really know what falls under the category smart people stuff, or what you even mean by it, but i can tell you what i do in my free time, so you can be the judge of that. I like reading. I spend most of my time in the coffee shop i work at, which is also a library, if you focus only on the contents of stuff there and not what you'd deem a typical library: there are books and places to sit, plus there's cofee and plants! I also like journaling, both in a scrap-book and a blog on the internet and, that pretty much is all. Reading, journaling and going on walks is about all i really do in a day. Well, then there's also school and work but i don't suppose that goes under free time, does it now?'
'You seem passionate about these things, i can appreciate that. What kinds of books do you read, if you don't mind me asking,' said jack.
'English literature and poems,' you had answered without missing a beat, 'I think it's very interesting, especially in older writing, how the authors all play with words, shape them to their liking and are able to make such simple, yet never before seen art.'
'You have a way of playing with your words too. It's really cool, you talk so chique,' Toby's attempt at the French accent had made the three of you laugh and, though you'd laughed the comment off you could only admit to yourself how much it had touched you, what the older boy said.
'Lay down slowly, we don't need those stitches getting loosened already. You, Toby, are very carefully going to hold up Y/N's leg for me, so i can easily access the wound, got it?'
'Aye-aye captain,' said toby, immediately having gotten to doing what he had been told to do so.
'Who owns this place and do you all live here? How many people do you live with? Also, isn't that Ben guy just a kid? Are you all family?'
'That's a lot of asks in one sentence, typical Toby move! Good job Y/N, way to go i'm proud! Our boss owns this place, we all work for him and live under his roof. We live with a lot of people, I lose count sometimes. Ben isn't a kid, he's been here longer than you exist, it's just an illusion! And we're not family by blood but we're so close, most of the time at least, that it's started to feel like a family! It's nice here, I love the people. Yes that includes you, my sweet little jack! Come and give me a hug!'
At the realisation of what had been about to happen, Jack backed away instantly: 'touch me and Y/N isn't the only one who'll be needing stitches Tobias!'
Jeez, they really seem to like threatening eachother here.
Toby's eyes had widened and, for a second it looked like he was genuinely scared, but he'd been quick to shut that thought down by having burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
'You are so lucky I'd finished your stitches before stepping away,' said Jack.
'I guess I really am lucky,' you had agreed with the odd creature.
You had only known these strangers for, no longer than about three hours but you already felt safer with them than you ever have before.
Something had drawn you towards this odd bunch of people and, you honestly believed you would grow to love these people even more if you'd been given the chance to stay.
You weren't ready to go home yet, because this was a home more than your home.
Like why would you havr the reader in the sapnap cheating fiv be open to a poly relationship after he cheated like wheres the self respect that was so awful lmfoa
that's really disrespectful towards the poly community, from where i see it. of course i could be wrong and see it another way you mean it but for now you get just as much respect as reader has for theirself, zero.
it's my fic and i choose what happens, i happened to really like the fact that reader could get so desperate for their nick that they'd do anything for him.
i hadn't given it much thought, but perhaps reader is poly theirself n would've been open to that any day, but the way i thought of it when i wrote the fic was; they're being overwhelmed with emotions, they keep quiet until it's impossible and then they break.
the way it was intended was, they didn't want an open relationship, they were so in love with sapnap and couldn't handle one person changing that, so they told him they wouldn't care, as long as he's happy and they don't break off contact.
garrett watts still has benjamin and it touches me it makes me want to cry if you will why does a human and a posessed doll's friendship make me so emotional
fluff. cc!wilbur x gn!reader . exactly 300 words . 100dor masterlist
Your fingers slid along the back of old books as you took in that sweet smell of an old library.
You can smell it can’t you, reader?
The woody smell hung around in the air of the room with a hint of vanilla, and something about that odour felt safe to you.
Almost but not quite as safe as the feeling of your boyfriend's arms wrapped around your waist as you were sitting in his lap, listening to him read the words of a book aloud.
You looked up at Wilbur, resting your head against his chest.
You could see the man's stubble just above you, the way he looked down at you when he noticed you were staring at him and the soft, genuine smile he gave you.
Go on, close your eyes.
Imagine being able to hear Wilbur's heartbeat as you're falling asleep, trying to focus on the book he's reading because it reminds him of you.
You can hear his voice, his heart's rhythm, and his soft laugh every time you got startled out of that state between sleep and consciousness.
He would play with your hair as he's explaining the plot of a book to you, who would be sitting next to the brunette, back against a bookshelf as you listen with great interest.
Or, falling asleep on top of Wilbur in one of those couches, the book you were reading he's putting on the ground and he smiles, because he's so in love with you.
He had been missing some inspiration for a new song and you, you were the perfect muse.
A cheezy love song, but it would all be true.
He does love you, even if you don't always want to believe that.
paper rings . fluff. cc!karlj x gn!reader . 546 words . 100dor masterlist
You grew up in a small town, lovely neighborhood.
It was the kind of town where everyone knew each other, one that held memories of places and people, one would never forget.
One person, in particular, you found yourself never even wishing to forget, had been your childhood friend.
His name was Karl and you remembered him vividly.
His hysterical laughter anytime he was excited, scared, or nervous, that smile that could light up anyone's day, and those grey eyes that lit up when he was talking about something he was passionate about.
You did everything together, from homework to sleeping, playing Minecraft after building forts together, and, most importantly, spending hours in the shared treehouse.
You remember that one day, you were both sitting by the lake and throwing rocks, talking about everything and nothing whilst listening to some music.
Unfortunately, like all good things it had to come to an end.
You would be moving for your last year of high school, as you were only 17 and had no other choice than to smile and agree with your parent's decision to move to the other side of the globe.
The day you would have been leaving was hard, a lot of tears were spilled and you couldn't help but think of ways to convince your family to stay.
Karl was stood next to you as you both watched the car being filled with stuff.
As the brunette noticed your teary eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, going through your hair in a soft, comforting manner with his free hand.
'Y/N. Hey, I know it's hard to leave me, to leave us and this behind, but you'll get over it! You're gonna learn to live without me and with the memories, it's gonna be all good, I promise. I love you so much and if there was an option to stay here, I would! I'd leave it all behind to be with you, but that's not possible. I made you, uh, I made you a ring and it's, it's stupid but I hope it's enough. I wish I had a cool impressive gift, but I don't. To be fair, I spent so long trying to figure out how to make this, really those dumb tutorials are not of any help, so it is quite impressive! But, just... Promise me you'll think about me and wear this, please. Promise me that, if there ever is a random guy telling you you're the one and points to your stupid paper ring that you'll marry him. That random guy is gonna be me, Y/N. I'm promising you now that you're the one I wanna be with for the rest of my life and, if we meet again later, I want to marry you and make what I feel real! Just, promise me you'll wait at least 10 years. I'll come back to you.'
You're looking back to that moment now, losing yourself in the memories as you fidget with the paper ring around your ring finger.
If you ever do cross paths again, you know you've given him your heart, and you have his'.
about: 100 days of romance is a project i'm working on. basically, it's exactly what it sounds like. i give you dear people sickening fluff for one hundred days!
libraries remind me of you | AFAB!reader x C!simpbur
2k words, nsfw
He had been interested in you ever since he had seen you walk around the campus. Simpbur. You had caught him staring at you a few times - his gaze was intense, always causing you to look away first.
He was a tall guy, seemed organised yet chaotic at the same time - he would often wear a white, formal shirt, but the buttons would be incorrectly done. He would also wear those worn-out sneakers of him that somehow really complimented his usual formal wear and went well with his messy, brown hair.
Simpbur seemed like a messy person, but it fit his doing.
No doubt Simpbur realised you, too, had noticed him.
He liked the attention you gave him once in a while, cherished that smile you had given him one day, and thought about you every second he wasn't sleeping. Well, he would sometimes think about you even when he was asleep, by means of dreaming.
It seemed innocent, and it had been!
Just not anymore.
Simpbur had studied your schedule and mannerisms. Knew when you had which classes, knew where you lived and where you would be at any given time.
God, he even knew when you had last been on your period.
The man spent hours researching government files and the internet - looking for you.
Because it had always been you!
It's you he needed, you!
Not everything had been as innocent as wanting to hold you close to his body and to hug you, because he also had sexual fantasies.
Ones that, if were to come out he would definitely have been oppressed for.
You see, Simpbur had never really been a popular person, always had been a loner and this would have ruined his reputation.
He would have never even dared to think you might be into these fantasies as much as he had been, but when he had finally gathered enough courage to ask you for your number, as the two of you had gotten talking, it didn't seem so unlikely anymore.
Late-night texts turned into sleep-deprived-person thoughts, and maybe Simpbur had told you a bit too much and maybe you shouldn't have been okay with it.
But you had been and Simpbur had done.
Overnight, it seemed you knew Simpbur like he had been a friend of yours for years, but over overday, you both just couldn't have seemed any less interested in each other.
Simpbur was sure of it, 'it' being that you hadn't known how obsessed he was with you, how he had wanted to manipulate you and make you his'.
You hadn't known, but you soon would.
Like the man always did, Simpbur was once again following you around campus after school hours, finding himself wandering through the library.
He had been here countless amounts of times before, back when he had been living a life, back when you weren't the only thing he lived and longed for.
Simpbur watched as you put your coat around a wooden chair behind one of the desks and started one of those old, typical library-like computers.
The desk was located at the very back of this old, familiar place, and behind the large bookshelves, making it easier for one to watch without being noticed.
The brunette had watched your every movement; the nervous tapping of your feet, your hands playing with the pen between your delicate fingers, and every scrolling-down movement the computer's mouse detected - nothing went unnoticed.
Hours of spectating had passed, when all of a sudden a thought flashed through Simpbur's mind: 'ruin them,' it sounded.
He tried, really did, but just couldn't get himself to ignore this one thought.
The simple 'hello' that the man in question had decided to speak, seemingly startled you.
'Simpbur, hi,' you said, chuckling at what had been your own reaction.
'Did I scare you? Are you a scaredy-cat, Y/N,' the man behind you asks, chuckling along.
'Yes,' you had said without thinking, 'wait, no! I wasn't scared, just surprised, I swear! I just, I hadn't expected to see someone here and- Hey what are you even doing here? Classes ended long ago!'
Simpbur stayed silent for a while, because should he lie or tell you the truth?
He hadn't known, just knew he shouldn't have even come here in the first place.
'Hello?'
He's pulled out of his thoughts by your voice that called out his name.
'Yeah, sorry! I, uh, I may have been following you,' the man says, anxiously waiting for a facial expression to paint your face and let him know how you felt about this.
Nothing, only a 'go on.'
Right.
'Thought you looked pretty and I couldn't help myself.'
A puzzled expression, ' Simpbur what are you trying to say?'
Once again, it stays silent for a while.
'I wanna fucking ruin you.'
The man had needed no more than that little moment after he spoke those words, no more than the fear and excitement shown in your eyes.
And immediately, he shoved away all that had been resting on your desk, before lifting you up on that table.
You were positioned in front of Simpbur who, by pulling you into a rough kiss, hadn't given you any time to react.
'Simpbur! Not, not here,' your attempt to sound calm and reasonable had failed miserably, you only looked so much more desperate.
'Shh,' the brunette cooed, putting up his finger to your mouth, slowly tracing over it as his point had been made.
He slowly let his finger trail over your body; from your lips to your exposed neck, going down to circle around your covered nipples and towards your thighs.
Simpbur's fingertips explore your thighs and eventually went up a little and made their way towards your covered cunt.
You had tried to buck up your hips, tried to get more friction, but it was to no avail.
Simpbur's hands were almost breaking your thighs, holding them down with such pressure.
'Please,' you softly whispered.
'Patience, darling.'
You started ever-so-slightly kicking your feet in the air to get out of Simpbur's tight grasp.
'Please, please daddy, please,' you began whining.
'Begging already,' the older asked in a mocking tone, 'you wanna get caught, don't you? Want me to undress you and spread your legs, for everyone to see, hm?'
Your eyes had lit up: 'yes, yes, yes, yes, please!'
You had felt Simpbur's hand lose its grip, before he seemingly changed his mind: ' please, who?'
'Sir, daddy, master, please! Please I just, I need it, please.'
'You're being such a good and obedient little thing, just as needy as a little puppy, aren't you?'
A grin spread across Simpbur's face as he slowly pulled down your jeans whilst watching how you had reacted to his words.
It almost seemed as if you had wanted to prove his point by becoming so much more subby now, attempting to wiggle out of your trousers and mumbling faint agreements to his statement.
'Hey, stop that. I can take off your pants perfectly fine, Y/N. Or do you think I'll need help, hm? You questioning my abilities?'
'No, no! I'm sorry sir, I won't move unless you tell me I can! But...please just don't, please make it fast I want you and I'm so wet and-'
Simpbur chuckled at the way you had struggled to come up with words that made sense, but gave you what you wanted as he pulled down both your panties and jeans in one swift motion now.
'You know what? No. If you wanna be so much of a slut for me, why don't you get off that desk and go sit on the floor for daddy and beg for me, as good pets do? Go on then, show me how much you wanna get ruined.'
You let out a whine when your feet hit the ground, wasting no time to go sit on your knees in front of Simpbur.
Your legs were spread just enough for the man to be able to see the slick running down your thighs - it seemed as if being in the open like this, turned you on even more.
'You like being so exposed, don't ya? Fucking whore. You're disgusting aren't ya? Yeah, you are. Look at you, so desperate to get fucked,' the brunette chuckled, 'go on. Beg.'
You take a deep breath, before-
'Please, I need you so bad master, please. I'm so disgusting for you, I just want you to use me I'm all yours! Please, ruin me, please. I'm your puppy, you own me, do whatever you want please, make me cum again and again and again, I need it. I want it!'
'There's a good girl. Come on, let's get you back to a good height, yeah? So it's easier for me to fuck you, okay,' Simpbur asks, not actually giving you an option as he'd already lifted you onto the desk once again.
Your eyes held a look of innocence in them, not quite matching the view Simpbur had of you - your now bare cunt was just in front of his face as he had kneeled onto the floor, ready to give you some of the friction you longed for.
The man's finger was rubbing circles on your clit and, you could only watch as his lips would twist into a smile with every squirm of your body, with every moan, every whine, and whimper that rolled out of your mouth.
Oh, how he loved seeing you like this.
He loved seeing the way you reacted when he started licking your clit, instead of rubbing it, and most definitely loved seeing your reaction, your face when he had made you cum.
Your head was lolled back, your tongue was hanging out of your mouth and, due to the fact that your eyes had been closed shut, you had been caught by surprise when you heard a belt unbuckle in front of you.
That sound, followed with a: 'you look so pretty with your tongue sticking out like that, just like a needy little puppy. Aren't you so cute?'
Your eyes had immediately opened, following Simpbur's movements closely - your eyes didn't leave his side for a second, taking in the way the man positioned himself in front of your entrance.
Simpbur's eyes were focused on your face when he thrust in, focuses on the way you squirmed underneath his touch, focused on you the moment you realised the pain was slowly morphing into pleasure.
Pleasure, not only for you, but for the man whose cock you were taking in, too - because your pain was his pain.
As lewd as he might come across, he would have hated to see you in actual pain, at least not when you hadn't been warned.
So, he had made it his job to handle you with care, started off with slow and caring thrusts, and had held your hand throughout it.
But it wouldn't be long before he had found himself longing for more, wanting you deeper and more.
So, he began going at a faster pace, quickening his movements and tightening the grip he held on both your hand and your thigh as he, at the same time, pressed his lips onto yours so you would keep quiet.
He looked almost animalistic, groaning and moaning little words of nonsense, finding a way to get closer to you and deeper inside of you each time he repositioned himself.
He didn't even care about your pleasure anymore at this point, all he could focus on was the feeling of your walls that had been dragging along his cock and finishing.
'Can I, cum inside,' you suddenly heard between Simpbur's groans, to which you had nodded your head yes too maybe a tad too excitedly.
And with your permission, he finally let go of that pool of heat that had been building up inside of him, releasing it all within you.
telling dream he's not worthy of your touch, telling him to get off by humping your leg like the dog he is. watching as he obediently goes to sit on the floor and looks you in the eye, making sure you're dead serious and not just trying to humiliate him.
he wastes no time getting to what you had told him to do.
the degrading words he hears coming from above him, the friction of his cock against your legs and the feeling of being watched, all making him so much closer to relief, so easy and fast.
description: in the afterlife, you have the decision to choose between joining a passed loved one in their after-realm, or you wake up in a reality you have always wished was yours. when the people that cared about you most finally realise you chose the last one, they all have to deal with the realisation that they didn’t make you happy. slowly but surely they accept your decision.
It has been ages now. Not really, it just felt that way.
~
Counting down the days until it would be one year, Ghostbur realised that mark soon would be hit. You would come back then and be happy again, be able to laugh with the ghost again.
That’s what Phil had promised.
He had told Ghostbur you had been going out to look after Friend - which did not make any sense because Friend was right there with him. But Ghost hadn’t questioned this, trusting that you would find your way back, because you always did! You had gone out of your way to look for Ghostbur too a lot of times - so much so, that you would often joke about being his living compass.
Ghostbur had told Friend all about your soon-to-be-returning, about how the three of you would be able to fall asleep listening to his guitar’s tunes again, and how he had so much to tell you.
On the other side of the wall, Philza had overheard his ranting - he found it quite sad, the way Ghost kept hoping. The old man knew. The old man knew everything there was to know, actually.
You had always believed he had some kind of magic ball, but as you grew older you had realised this was only because of his crows - they were everywhere. Phil had found himself thinking back about you once again, like he always did.
Everything he had done since your passing had been for you, to make what was left of you proud or attempt to re-live you. He had quickly found that the memories faded away though, found that he couldn’t even remember anymore how you had met his son. It was all slowly slipping away from him.
And just as Philza was, you had been scared too. Scared to be forgotten when you would die but, as you were seated on the floors of what once was a crowded train station, you noticed how the board of arrival kept lighting up. Your afterlife had been set in an abandoned train station with merely a board of arrival to keep your sanity.
The board of arrival is a board that would light up every time someone thought about you and that would display a name every time a loved one would pass away, too. The only other being that had ever joined you there had been Tommy. Tommy hadn’t lost all of his lives that day though, so the two of you had only a year together before the blonde would get to rejoin society - now with one life less.
Your memory had been getting worse but even so, you still remembered the conversation you shared with Tommy on his last day in this afterlife. He had asked you why you chose to wait an eternity for a train to come instead of joining Ghostbur in his sewer. You could’ve remained life in L'Manberg and he wouldn’t have had to miss you then.
You had told him it had been for his own good and that you honestly did not deserve it. You didn’t deserve happiness after the life you had lived, thought eternal torture was all you deserved. He had assured you that nobody blamed you, that they only wanted you to return and nothing more, but you had just laughed it off.
Tommy had returned to the world you knew it as that day, and had immediately told his father, Phil, about that conversation and all he had seen.
That is why you remembered that day so vividly. Because Phil would think about all this a lot.
He often blamed himself for not having told you all you needed to know - never telling you how much he respected you.
Because he did and, that title of respect you held wasn’t because he feared you, it was because the man was thankful for you just being there. You had been there to patch up both Tommy and his friend, Tubbo, after the disc wars. Had helped Techno appreciate his life and showed him how good of a person he was, after all. You had been there when Wilbur had his rough nights and had helped Phil get through all those hard times.
The old man had never liked it when his friends - friends he saw as his very own children - got hurt and now you were hurting.
Ghostbur was too, he realised as he had overheard him talking about your return, the spirit just didn’t know that yet. “You can’t just let him find out himself, Phil. He’ll be hurt either way,” a sudden, monotone voice speaks. The man had mumbled a faint “I know,” turning to face his pink-haired son.
Technoblade had known you would die that day and had accepted your will to die. He agreed that you had lived your life to the fullest, yet he still didn’t allow himself to mourn. No tears had been spilled after your death, only bottled-up emotions. Those had spilled quite a lot, he would be frustrated and annoyed a lot easier than he would be normally.
It had been so noticeable that Tommy had once asked him if he was on his period, which had left a confused Ghostbur behind as well as two fighting brothers. As Phil had watched this all unfold, he had truly smiled. For the first time since you had been gone.
And the board of arrival had lit up - Phil had been thinking about you then.
Back to where his thoughts had left his mind, he realised he’d been standing here for quite a while but that, only now his eldest son had been looking at Ghostbur too.
“I just can’t be the one to tell him-” A sigh, before- “so you’re just letting him find out for himself? That’s not something you do, Phil.”
And with another faint reply having echoed down the hallway, the two men had parted ways to their own rooms.
Ghostbur had been oblivious to the fact that this conversation had been happening outside of the room he had been sat in.
The ghost had no idea of time’s existence, only knew that when his dad said good morning to him that he could cross another date off.
And he had been just about to grab his guitar, when his father had knocked on the door and yelled a faint “good morning.” Another date crossed, another day of whispering to Friend about you.
And as much as Phil would have liked to hide it, to Ghost this also meant another day closer to having to find out the truth.
As it had been doing since the beginning of time’s being, it passed by in the form of hours, days, weeks and even months, until that morning Ghostbur had been looking forward to had been hit.
The Ghost had happily drifted off to the living room with Friend followed suit. A gaze that could only be described as terror on Phil’s face after Ghost had whispered your name, and an all-too-knowing-laugh from Techno, before he had excused himself.
He had whispered something to his father, who had turned to his other son, the friendly ghost-son. Phil too had excused himself, using the excuse that you must have been quite disoriented after a year of searching, so he would have to guide you back home.
But Ghost wasn’t dumb. He realised that once the moon had made place for that ball of lightning he was pretty sure is called the sun, his dad would always tell him good morning. It meant the start of a new day and, not only were you not there, his dad was gone too, now.
No, he wasn’t stupid, didn’t believe his dad when he had come back, saying the day still wasn’t over, despite it having been longer than a day past now. He hadn’t said anything about it, even though he didn’t understand why Phil would lie about a subject revolving around something as serious as time being. That evening, merely hours after his father’s return, the older man had sat down Ghost to talk.
“I need you to understand that Y/N wasn’t happy here, Ghostbur. Sure they could laugh and smile, had fun from time to time, but deep down they were always sad. You know, their quiet sobs- would keep me up every single night. I got used to the sounds of them struggling to keep quiet as I fell asleep. As shitty as it may sound, I miss that, the comfort it brought me. The comfort Y/N brought me. In a way, I hope this house, the people and friendships it brought with was comforting to them, too. Part of me believes that, another part of me knows. Knows what they were going through and knows they are happier like this. All persons want to feel loved, everyone needs that feeling of being loved. But in this world we live in right now, I fear that only the dead are shown appreciation. Perhaps that’s all suicidal people long for, a bit of love. And perhaps more love and appreciation would’ve saved you a friend. Saved us a friend. But we cannot change the way things are, only the way we look at them and handle those views and beliefs."
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Those words played in a loop in Ghost’s mind. He heard his father’s voice on repeat, over and over again. Staring at his ceiling, Ghostbur realised that in the afterlife, tears sting, but the realisation that you were gone, never to return, stung even more.
