8k words | 29/3/21
Hi :)
sorry for thelack of updates I haven't been
feeling my best. I'm trying n if you're wondering
I was just put into therapy to deal with my super
sexy main-character-like trauma!!! Woo go Chalk!!
Anyway, I got around to publishing a story exclusively
for smut. Enjoy . I'll prolly delete it so y'know </3
"Whats his name again."
"Jason dean, J.D. Its that chicks boyfriend."
"Wait why is J.D actually daddy."
Schlatt and I are sat at the kitchen counter that L's off the part attached to the wall. Its pretty quiet other than the movie playing from my phone. My lover doodles in a notebook with his blue-and-white mechanical pencil.
Basically everyone in the soot household (feat: Schlatt) is in the little kitchen / dining room / opening to the backyard. Everyone but David dearest, hes with Clay upstairs and has been for the past two days with no sign of return. Then again, it is pretty early. Either or - I wish I gave him a condom or something before going to bed.
He nudges my arm with his elbow.
"Wil." He tilts the notebook slightly so I can take a look "I drew you."
I hum and peer at the paper. Its a stickman holding a ukulele, or a very round guitar. But Schlatt is a good artist, so a very good stickman, holding a very good ukulele/guitar.
"Printed." I yawn into the back of my hand, despite how disinterested this action may come off as, I'm really flattered.
He chuckles breathily, subtly trying to slide my bowl of ravioli over to him so he can stuff his fat ass (WITH MY FOOD) even more. I subtly try to take his grimy filthy hands off of the bowl. He subtly calls me a greedy whore.
I feel a gentle tug on my pant leg, I look down at the floor and am met with Tommy peering innocently up at me. He decided to take the spot right beside me on the hardwood floor instead of at the table with dad or beside Schlatt on the last stool.
"Wilbur." He whispers to me.
"Yes." I whisper back.
He hands a paper up to me wordlessly.
Tommy and I have been exchanging letters in the slow way the morning progresses. Although he isn't as literary skilled as I am I can't help but be a little impressed - and by extension proud of how (almostnotreallykinda) easily he's able to get the point across. Honestly, the conversation topics aren't all that crazy or anything so far.
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ᵦyє wᵢᵦₑᵣ
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚,
𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏. :)
𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚
𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍.
-𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒓
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yₒᵤᵣ ₘₒₘ ᵢₛ dₑₐd
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It takes him a tad longer to write since he really hasn't found a dominant hand yet, but I'm sure when he does he'll be really good at writing. I think so, anyway.
I brush the ravioli bowl off a bit to the side so I can unfold the paper handed to me neatly onto the speckled counter. Schlatt happily takes this as an opportunity to take my fucking food, I try and pay him no mind.
dₑₐᵣ wᵢbₑᵣ
ᵢ ₗₒᵥ yₒᵤ :)
-ₜₒₘₘყ
I can feel Schlatt disinterestedly reads the paper over my shoulder. I mentally 'aw.'
"Lame." He yawns, resting his head on my shoulder and continuing to watch the movie "What should I draw William."
I don't respond (mostly in spite because he took my fucking ravioli) and begin to write up a response for the little blondes note.
"Ok fuck you I'm drawing a self insert warriors oc, ashfur here I come."
"Are you cheating on me with a cat."
He snorts "You wouldn't?"
Touché.
Tommy was the first to notice Daves arrival, letting out a little delighted gasp upon our brother stepping into the kitchen. He didn't get far, halting as his eyes landed on Schlatt - who paid him little mind, scribbling in his lil notebook where he draws porn n shit.
"What is he doing here?" Dave sounds genuinely concerned by my boyfriends appearance in our home after a month or so hiatus. Schlatt certainly looks up at that comment.
"Whats the matter?" Dad yawns from the table, pretty uninterested.
My brother stands there a few moments longer. I can't decipher his expression, its certainly not neutral - he looks troubled.
"I thought he was-" he hesitates, seemingly wanting to bite back whatever remark is trying to let itself loose "..A fag?" He squints.
Dad sighs and shakes his head, setting the book he was reading down and folding his hands on the paper neatly "we talked about this, David." He doesn't sound necessarily mad, almost guilty.
Have they been talking behind my back?
"Wi'ber what happened-" Tommy whispers to me, tugging gently on my jeans again. I don't answer him for a few moments, I shake my head.
"Nothing."
"It wasn't nothing, it was alot actually-"
"It was nothing, Dave." I assure, deadpanned.
"Boys-"
"Did I address you, Phil?" Dave snorts.
"Hey now-"
"Don't be fucking rude what did daddy do." I force a frown.
The room falls silent. Dave huffs a bit, god I fucking hate him. I hate him I hate him.
Tommy stumbles to his feet and totters over to Dave with little caution, he tugs on Daves sleeve gently.
"Are u ok?" The blonde mummers, fumbling with the cuff of the others sweater.
Dave hesitates before shaking the child off him and turning away. Whatever he originally wanted to say had been forgotten, I guess.
...
Dad sighs.
"Sorry-" Schlatt clears his throat. I don't know why he's apologizing, really. It isn't his fault Daves being a little bitch.
"It's okay Schlatt." Dad sighs again "He's just being moody."
Moody. Yeah.
Moody.
Dad waves a hand, trying to dismiss Daves ill-mannered behaviour from teenage angst 'n shit (although Dave isn't much of a teenager anymore, however I digress.)
"It'll pass."
Dad says this alot. It'll pass. It's basically just an excuse not to acknowledge any sort of problem at hand.
I look at Schlatt to intake what his reaction is. He hesitates, then shrugs at me before going back to draw his edgy kitty cat, seemingly my dads words soothed him. If he's unbothered so am I.
Schlatt doodles boredly, staring at the paper through thick eyelashes. It's pretty amazing how gorgeous he can be even during mundane tasks, how little effort which is required. I'm not much of a poetic man, but shit bro. Mans boutta make me act up 🥴.
Tommy knocks me out of my day dreaming by stomping over. Once beside my stool, he puts his hands on his hips and frowns.
"I CANNOT believe this." He muttered "Why is Dave so mean now?!" He hisses under his breath.
I shrug, thats really all I can do. Theres not much to say.
Tommy scoffs and rolls his eyes "WhatEVERR." He removes his hands from his hips and crosses them over his chest, scuffing at the floor with a foot "Can you walk me to Tobys? I'm literally bored right now." God forbid.
I cast a glance to Schlatt to see his input, he merely shrugs. Fair enough.
I haul myself off the stool and wait for Schlatt to get himself situated. Tommy hoots in triumph.
My father hums in approval "Maybe you can take them to the park or something rather." He suggests.
I shrug a bit. I'm sure Tommy would like that. I wait for Schlatt to shove all his shit in his bag as the little blondes already run off to put on his little velcro spider-man shoes, and Tommy takes awhile to put those on (he insists on sitting down while doing it because for some reason children can't just bend over and have to crouch or sit down like what) So we're in no rush.
"Put on your coat, child. It's like- cold." Although the weather is warming up, that doesn't mean it isn't a lil chilly.
"I'm trying!!" He snaps, struggling to do up his zipper. I kneel beside him and zip it up with ease. He huffs, however doesn't thank me.
Tommy is visibly excited to go to his friend. Which makes sense considering usually he's only ever around people who are twice his size and talk about concepts he doesn't understand. We don't go to Tobys often (For good reason, sheesh.) but when we do he's always happy.
Snow still lingers on some ledges and tucked away in corners of yards. Its mostly melted, leaving room for the ugly unflattering dead grass to make its appearance. A chill creeps up my spine, I kinda wish I wore something more than my usual baggy hoodie. I miss the sun.
Tommy runs ahead when we near their home, only to stop dead in his tracks and stare on at the lawn in horror. I have to hurry forward to make sure my lad didn't just walk into a murder scene, I'm pleasantly surprised to see just Toby a few companions sitting on the lawn.
"What the heck is this!?" Tommy gestures to what I guess is an outragoius scene. I don't see anything wrong with it. Toby and some kid I've never seen before are sitting together on the crinkled grass, happily chatting about something rather. Tobys younger sister - whatsherface - sits beside her brother, clinging onto his arm. She doesn't seem to be very included in conversation, however doesn't look angry with the fact. Their older sibling just stares off boredly, I guess she's the one supervising them.
"Wow! W-wow!" Tobys head jerks to the side, it takes him a few moments to gather himself properly to greet us, Teagan takes this as an opportunity to say hello.
"What the fuck are you doing here."
"Teagan!" Toby snaps at his sister "You can't say bad words around me I might pick them up! I've told you this many times!"
I'm genuinely not surprised to hear her swear so blatantly, and seeing the other kids lack of reaction this is probably a common occurrence. Y'see, since Teagan turned 12 she truly believes shes now one of the older kids. Dave says I shouldn't burst her bubble and just let her have her fun but I hate it when twelve year olds have fun. I guess that whole 'awkward middle school phase' is SO 2016 and now middle schoolers are like.. Funny?? I don't know. She taught me a tiktok dance once and that was the most pleasant interaction we've ever had. Even if shes okay I will still kill myself if she ever talks to me again.
"I was going to take you to the park but now I will NOT!" Tommy you're six (and a half 😍) you literally have no say over anything and even if you did you're too fucking stupid to even form an opinion by yourself you're so young you just have to piggyback off of the adults around you if one day i walked in and was all like surprise shawty we're selling you to the black fucking market for weed money you'd be all like ohhell yeah 🕺🕺 because you can't even understand words yet tommy you just say literally and actually all the time and think thats a good job no you know what it isn't your vocabulary is very limited speaking of limited vocabulary lets talk about your grades i know you failed your fucking spelling test you spelled because bcous tahts so fucking stupid everything i thought about earlier in my super sexy inner dialogue about you being a skilled writer was a lie yeah i fucking said it you dumb bitch maybe go to school idk get older stop thinking you have any sort of impotence ever im the main character
God I'm so fucking great.
"W..why not??.." Schlatt squints at Tommys decision.
"He's hanging out with him!" Tommy glares at the scawny ass kid beside Tubbo. He just waves a bit "And didn't even tell me!"
"It never came up," Toby shrugs before wincing, apparently not as angry as Tommy "Plus, you don't even like Ranboo (for some reason) So you wouldn've wanted to come over."
"An invite would've been nice!"
"I don't have to tell you anytime I wanna hang out with someone." Toby rolls his eyes.
"Yes you do!" Tommy stomps "What if its someone I don't like?!"
Toby just straight up ignores his friend, turning to the other kid beside him "So ranboo, how are you?"
"I'm-I'm uhm-" his voice is pretty quiet, I have to practically strain to hear him. He casts little glances to Tommy while speaking "Good!"
"Thats nice."
Schlatt wraps an arm around mine, my immediate reaction to smack him away, then immediately regret said reaction. He narrows his eyes at me and all I can do is quietly apologize. He's probably used to split-second-decisions by now but I wouldn't be put it past him to be a little upset by my sudden rejection. Sorry.
"Ok." He drags his gaze off me. sorry, sorry.
"Plus, I can't even go to the park I have piano at five." Toby blinks rapidly and shudders a bit.
"P-" Tommy looks flabbergasted "PIANO??? Toby are you living some sort of double life!?"
"You know very well I play piano!"
"You literally can't play soccer AND piano!"
"I can so!" Toby snaps.
The children bicker and everyone is just forced to watch.
"Five? We won't stay out till five. Its something to do in the mean time." Schlatt interrupts the argument. Tommy just scoffs.
"H-hey!" A yelling alerts us all. Charlottes standing on the porch, struggling to stuff herself in a jacket. She looks alarmed, only to ease when she realizes it's just her favourite soot child Wilbur Soot and his stoner friend talking to her kids and not some random fucking teenagers.
She stands at the top step, trying to pry on her boot as quickly as she possibly can before hopping down the chipped wooden stairs.
She greets us with a happy sigh "Oh, Wilbur! How nice it is to see you." She sighs, combing her fingers through her frizzy, blonde - almost white - hair. I wonder if shes aware brushes exist "I wish you would've called, then I could've told you Tobys friend was already over-"
Charlottes sweet and all (except when she isn't) but I hate her with a fiery passion. She doesn't like me because I play so roughly with Toby and Tommy, its hard to explain to her they wanted to play fight it isn't my fault they're 3' six year olds.
She puts her hands behind her back and straightens up a bit, clearing her throat "Sorry for the hassle, boys." She dips her head.
"Wilbur wants to take us to the park." Well, actually I just wanted to take Toby but Lani and Teagan aren't that much of a trouble— and so far this other kid is seeming like a real loser.
"Ooh! Isn't that sweet of you Wil." She smiles at me with round eyes, her hands resting on her chest above her heart to express her gratitude "Would you?"
Yes?? Did you not listen to what she just fucking said?
Schlatt gets absolutely no say in this, so I nod. She sighs in relief
"Oh, thats brilliant. Give me a call if they're any trouble," she turns to her kids "You all better be good for Wilbur and his friend, okay?"
Toby isn't paying attention, neither is Teagan. Lani just gives her a little meek nod.
"Six children." Schlatt whispers to me.I shrug, doubt anything outrageous could happen with the Smith children.
Toby groans and stands up, assisting Ranboo very graciously by the arm,
Teagans already started walking before I collect all my new children. Toby and Ranboo are discussing something quietly, Tommy glares at them in dismay. The little blonde growls when Toby gives him a look and turns to Schlatt. He grabs my boyfriend by the hand and starts to drag him away off in the direction of Tobys sister.
Toby scoffs and follows, holding his new bestie by the hand. I watch them hurry off down the street as Lani quickly has a chat with her mother. I don't really blame her for being nervous about walking away with two complete big scary strangers, especially considering shes like four.
Her mom puts a comforting hand on her back and herds her towards me. I watch the child eye me like I'm from a completely different planet. She gives me a little hello before running off to probably hide behind Toby or something. I just sigh and follow.
"Be back by four!" Their mom hollers after us.
God. Charlottes pretty fucking annoying. I'd probably like her more if she wasn't always thirsting over an 18 year old. (I'm SHOCKED she didn't ask where Dave was.)
"I don't like your mom, Toby." I tell the seven year old.
"You've told me." Sounds about right. Toby still sounds kinda pissy, holding hands with Ranboo while Tommy very obviously (and loudly) angsts about it to Schlatt.
Lani looks around like a lost toddler for a few moments (which she kinda is) before going to latch herself onto Toby.
Tubbo shakes her off "Go away Lani."
"Hey! Don't be rude to her shes a child." Teagan snaps at her younger brother, who just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Ayo Tubbos pissed ‼️
"Its okay," Teagan picks up her younger sister, who happily clings onto her "You can walk with me."
Man, having sisters must suck LMAO.
The rest of the walk is pretty uneventful. Teagan keeps trying to walk beside me, which is funny because I'm fucking huge and take up quite a bit of the sidewalk (or I just refuse to move over and want to walk in the middle) so she keeps awkwardly stumbling off the curb - much to Lani's dismay.
Finally Teagan just settles for walking really close to the sidewalk on the road. I don't discourage this.
Her gaze wanders awkwardly "So," she clears her throat "Read any good books lately?"
"Not really." Its not that I'm bad at reading, I'm just bad at focusing on the reading "Et toi?"
She gives me a little confused look and I sigh "And you?" She makes an 'oh'.
"I'm reading the baby sitters club books, just the comics. I don't really like to read novels." We meet eyes for only a second, Apparently I look too intimidating or something because she immediately looks away "But they're baby books I'm honestly just rereading them—" I doubt this.
"Man, I'll have to check them out."
"Yeah they're okay," she shrugs nonchalantly "Its about these girls'n shit. It's alright — I guess — currently reading one about Stacy and her diabetic ass, its booring." Waiting till Teagan finds out I'm not gonna judge her for reading books in her age range.
"Yeah man, Fuck Stacy bro."
She smiles at me from my involvement.
Lani squeals when Teagan tries to hold her better. She's kinda struggling, I don't comment.
"You're in.. Middle school? Like, the one beside Tommys school? Hows that?"
"Almost. The elementary school's K-6 so I gotta wait." She quickly realizes she just revealed she wasn't a super mature cool middle schooler like I thought she was "But we get special privileges! We- uh, we get to go out to the pizza place for lunches and no other grade can." She explains hurriedly.
"Sounds nice." I shrug "I'm in highschool. Sucks to suck, I guess." I hate sixth graders.
"Thats cool—you're cool- thats really- wow." She chuckles nervously, I'm oh-so flattered this 11- oh! Oh my god! 12 year old (😳) just complimented me, teehee!!
The park isn't a long walk away. Almost immediately after we enter the playground Toby and Ranboo disperse. Lani letting out a little gasp and then insisting to be let down to follow, this request is granted with little thought.
I put a hand on Schlatt's head as I yawn, he grumbles as I push down increasingly untill I'm done. My hand falls to my side as my eyes scan the playground, I'm already bored lmao. Theres literally nobody else here, which I suppose is understandable because its pretty early. I catch sight of Toby sitting on one of the playscape platforms we sat beside when Schlatt first accompanied us to to the park, now he's only with that Ranboo kid. His sister happily sitting at his side and innocently enjoying the scenery as Tommy stands a few steps infront of them with his hands on his hips, probably being mean.
Much to my surprise, Teagans still beside me. She seems a little lost, just eyeing the playground too. She jumps a little when meeting my eye.
"You gonna go play?" I gesture to the park.
"Oh-" I guess she assumed I was willingly going to hang out with her "I don't want to play with six year olds." Hint hint, nudge nudge.
"You didn't seem to have a problem with it when you last came to our house." I quirk up an eyebrow.
"Because you weren't there!" She whines and I just shrug, she groans slightly "I'll just- go on the swings or something." I was gonna go on the swings (specifically Tommys favourite swing.)
"Okay. I'll be on a bench I guess. C'mon man whore." I walk away, dragging Schlatt by the sleeve.
I find a nifty looking wooden bench where I assume moms sit to watch their kids, its placed just under a trees shade and has a good enough view of the park. I feel like a Milf right now.
"Schlatt we can be like those couples with troubled relationships who take their kid to the park so they can argue for an hour!" I beam. Schlatt sits beside me and just shrugs, manspreading a bit. (don't ask how I noticed.)
"Oh. Yeah, I guess."
"What do you wanna argue about?"
He hesitates before shrugging again. I rock a bit and hum pretty aggressively to his response. I'm excited, seeing how conveniently the bench was placed for some reason made me really happy. Or- I don't know, its just one of those things. One minute I'm elated and the next I'm crying because I ate a purple skittle or something. (Speaking from experience.)
I drum my fingers on my boucing leg as my gaze wanders for a few moments before getting caught on the very handsome boy next to me. He meets my eye and gives me a peace sign before letting his hand fall lazily on his stomach, back to surfing the web (or something) he does. I shuffle closer to him and now am content.
I really like Schlatt.
I focus on some ants crawling around at our feet on the pavement. Its pretty sunny today, I'm surprised theres still snow lingering. The shifting of fabric makes me look up, only to be horried to see Schlatts taken a picture of me, still wearing his content grin. I try to peer over his shoulder once hes brought his arm down to marvel at the image but its already gone. I think hes in some sort of group chat dealy thing.
"Wot." I furrow my eyebrows "What the fuck was that for? Lemme see-"
"Well I can't look at it anymore, I'm in snapchat." He shrugs calmly. What?? I don't want weird people I've never met to know what I look like.
I swiftly remove the phone from Schlatts head to inspect further. (Or, I suppose he kinda lets me but-)
GOD HATE GROUP
ME
🟥opened
COOPIE </3
oj my fycking god
die
actualy die pelase im begging you kill yoirself
dog water 😀😀
TED 😀😈‼️
Tw// Wilbur 😰😰
TRAV 🥺🤞✨
jsjsjsjjs
"Cooper? You still talk to Cooper? Why on earth-"
"Not really. Me and my buddies have a groupchat, they're arguing because Cooper refuses to leave. I'm not involved or anything, its mostly Ted."
Schlatt watches as I scroll up in the conversation some, and Christ is there alot. Most of the messages are from the cyan person and the purple one.
TED😀😈‼️
There is literally no logical reason
why we should keep him in here,
he doesn't even talk to us anymore.
Keeping him in the chat would just
be embarrassing.
COOPIE </3
😐😐😐
TED😀😈‼️
Thanks for your input, Cooper! 🤩 Really showed me!!
COOPIE </3
u mad bcuz i fucked ur bitch LMAO
TRAV🥺🤞✨
ok
I furrow my eyebrows but don't ask any questions, my good mood is slightly soured from the fact that my boyfriends friend is a c*ber b*lly but I try to brush it off to the best of my ability.
"That sucks." I shrug, handing back the phone. Its really not any of my business (although I really do like making things by business, but maybe this time I'll leave him be.
"Why'd he get so pissed off at the mention of me?" I quirk up an eyebrow.
Schlatt just scoffs lightly "He doesn't like you."
"Right."
Right.
Rright
Risheytdytd.
Cooper is mean.
It makes me feel kinda angry that they thing to stop the bullying was just to get someone else to fix it. I love Schlatt and all, I probably can say I owe him my life on some occasions. But really?? I'm not some scared fucking toddler. I can deal with issues myself I don't need my boyfriend to bark at my bully till they leave me alone.
Okay, yeah. I did get my 'revenge' on Cooper in a way, but I don't feel satisfied. It felt.. Anti-climatic, I guess. I only had enough courage to beat the shit out of him after he got the highschool equivalent to canceled. Its pathetic.
I huff lightly.
This is certainly worse than eating a purple skittle.
"Ayo??" Schlatts confused mummer makes me raise my head. I scoot closer to see what happened now on his cellular device but he puts a hand under my chin and makes me look up at the playground. I only really notice the screaming now. The really loud screaming.
Ranboo is standing a little off to the side, watching Toby pin Tommy against one of the play structures polls and scream at him.
I just exchange a little surprised look with Schlatt before leaping to action. I rush over to the scene, tripping up on sand. Ranboo seems to notice me before either of the other boys do, he quickly tries to discourage their fighting. Toby just shakes him off and continues to yell.
He has Tommy by his shirt, pressing him against one of the wooden pillar thingys, Tommy can do nothing but watch in horror (He's alot smaller than Toby, so it obviously doesn't take alot to keep him restrained) his head jerks to the side for a moment before he gives the blonde a little shake, slamming his back into the wood "I-I-wow! Go away! GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY. I Don't want to play with you! If I had-had- woo!' if I had to pick betwee-nn-woof!-you and Ranboo g-" he's cut off as I grip him by the back of the shirt and yank him backward, separating the children pretty easily. My next course of action is to crouch down and make sure Tommy didn't get the shit beaten out of him.
I cup his cheeks to inspect him, hes (luckily) unharmed. Seemingly Toby just startled him. He chokes on a sob and stumbles into a hug, cowering against my chest. Little hands ball into my sweater as he nuzzles his face deeper into me.
I glance over my shoulder at Tubbo, whos grumbling and scuffing at the dirt - pretty unapologetic. Ranboos beside him freaking out asking why the heck he did that.
"Why the heck did you do that??" The dirty-blondes gaze switches from Toby to me, whos busy trying to calm Tommy down.
Schlatts kinda just standing off to the corner like 🧍👁👁.
Tobys mood seemingly shifts pretty quickly when he realizes Ranboo isn't thanking him for saving his life from big mean Tommy "He was being mean to us-!" He looks away, scuffing at the sand with a velcro-shoe "He was being mean to you."
"I don't care if Tommys being mean to me! Let him! Nobodys conditioned to like me, plus Tommy doesn't like anyone-!" Ranboos foot drums at the ground as he stares worriedly at Tommy and I, I've since scooped up Tommy and have just been watching the scene unfold as Tommy sobs into my sweater.
Ranboo is still staring down at Tubbo disapprovingly.
.."It's kinda funny he got beat up by a person with tourettes though. He could've just like-- made a loud sound-"
"It isn't." Ranboo shakes his head "It truly isn't."
Tubbo huffs before turning away and leaving. It seems like he's just going to hang out with his sisters, who've been warily watching the scene unfold.
"-sorry." Ranboo mutters to me before turning away and following.
I bounce Tommy lightly in my arms as he hiccups and chokes, Jesus Christ. Schlatt just walks over to my side and looks at me, startled.
He glances at the group of kids behind me before whistling "Tea."
"Oh shuddup." I chuckle under my breath, rubbing gentle circles into Tommys back.
I retreat to the milf bench, Schlatt trots after me.
"I didn't think Toby had it in him, he's kinda a soy boy."
"You probably shouldn't call seven year olds soy boys."
"IT'S BECAUSE TOBY HATES ME." Tommy wails.
"He doesn't hate you, Tommy, you know that."
"Imean-"
"Schlatt." I scold.
This just makes Tommy cry more.
I set Tommy down on my leg, he has enough room to rest his feet on the wood between my parted legs. I really don't know how to deal with crying children, Daves told me you should try and just let them express themselves and not scold them but this is kinda awkward.
"Tommy can tell me whats the matter?" I guess I kinda know, lmao I don't know I'm 16 and trying ok
"NO UGLY HEAD!!!!" Tommy growls, burying his face into my chest and screaming.
Schlatts really helpful "I don't think you're an ugly head, Wilbur."
"Why're you sad?"
It takes Tommy a few seconds to collect himself enough to reply, he wipes his eyes furiously with his sleeve.
"Toby ha-hates me an'- and- an' I l-literally didn't dO anything!" He bites his lip and stares up at me. Rapidly blinking as tears fall down his cheeks.
I brush Tommys cheek with a hand, the skin is rough - unlike the rest of his young body which hasn't yet formed that second sort of rough layer, he's quite babyish. I run my thumb over the tattered skin and he leans into the touch, hiccuping. It's kinda funny because hes only really crying from one eye - The other tearduct must be torn.
"I think he just wants to be left alone, you shouldn't take it personally."
"He-he-he-but what about Ranboo!?" He gasps in a sob, I'm probably not helping.
"It's kinda like when I just want to hang out with Schlatt but you want to play so I threaten to eat you."
"i'sss not fAIRRggzgHH." Tommy chokes.
I just bounce Tommy on my leg, my gaze trailing to Schlatt. He's busy dealing with his group chat drama (I guess.)
I hate seeing Tommy sad, I really do.
"I mean, fuck Toby." I shrug "We're the two pretty bestfriends anyway, Tommy. Who needs 'em?" This sentence is kinda ironic, it still seems to lift Tommys spirit a little.
Tommy sniffles and hiccups "I know.."
"Good." I retort, brushing his fluffy blonde hair out of his eyes. He retaliates from shaking his head rapidly to mess it up again, giggling a bit.
I hesitate for a few moments, just staring down at the blonde in my lad fondly before glancing up at Schlatt"We should get going soon, eh?"
"Doesn't really matter to me," Schlatt shrugs, but stands. I assume he wants to leave, too.
"Oi! Teagan!" I shout to the pre-teen chatting with the children near the swingset. She raises her gaze and I cock my head to beckon her over as Tommy tries to nip at my hand, I flick him on the nose.
Teagan takes a moment to slide her little sister out of the little baby swingset before coming over to us, Toby and his friend following in suit.
"I think we should bring you children home now," I explain, nobody seems to complain. I guess we're all a little done with the park.
I cradle Tommy as he curls up in my arms, his eyes shut contently. His breath is certainly still all shaky - but less. I shift the boy into one arm so I can use the other hand to hold Schlatts hand. He appreciates this. The child yawns quietly, I guess crying is tiring.
The walk is pretty quiet, Schlatts gently humming and swinging our hands.
He glances at me.
"Fag."
"Bro.." </3
Tommys already snoring gently. I glance down when I feel a gentle tug at my hoodie.
"I didn't hurt him, did I??" Toby mutters, he looks embarrassed to be asking. Although I can see the concern glint in his eyes.
I shake my head "No, I think you just gave him a fright." I yawn "Maybe don't be so rough with him next time," I will not hesitate to stomp on you 🤩‼️
Toby huffs lightly "Yeah." He doesn't say anything else.
Much to Tobys dismay, I end up telling his mom what happened - It felt right. She was understanding enough.
I'll certainly have a talk with him.
We finally arrive back home. Schlatt sighs in dismay.
"Whats the matter?" I turn to him, releasing his hand and putting the hand, instead, on Tommys chest. The blonde yawns and shifts but doesn't fully wake.
"Moms PMSing and making us clean to make her feel better." Schlatt huffs.
I chuckle "Sucks to suck." My moms dead.
Schlatt rolls his eyes and snorts. He puts a hand on my arm, having to stand on his tippy toes to kiss me on the cheek. Usually he'd just very aggressively grab my sweater and tug me down but now I'm handling a sleeping child so y'know, we have to settle.
"Bye shawwty." I remove my hand from Tommys chest to wave. Schlatt flips me off and leaves.
•••
We sit at the dining room table playing go fish. Its a nice atmosphere, calm. Its good to see Dad, Dave and I actually getting along for once. No Tommy getting in the way (its way past his bedtime.)
It might sound kind of dumb. But sometimes when we're all together being nice to eachother I like to pretend that we're actually still a normal family. I find comfort in just pretending moms at work or something, or sleeping, and its just like when Dave and I were kids and dad actually made an effort to play with us.
I wonder if they still think about that.
Now these scenes are so very rare, someones always pissed off. But now? Now we can pretend to be normal — I can anyway.
"PHILLIP. Give me your FUCKING kings."
"Va péche." Dad yawns
"Die." I proceed to go fish.
I do a happy little wiggle accompanied by an excited gasp when I stare at I new card I drew.
"Its the one I wanted!"
Dads eyes widen "You're joking."
"No I'm literally— look, look I-" I flashed my card at Dad. Dad whistles in wow.
"Christ Wil, you're too fucking good at this. Getting 'yer— what does this game even teach someone??— whatever that is, you've got it.
Dave chuckles "Woooo, go Wilbur." He says sarcastically.
"You're NEXT motherfucker." I snort.
Its nice, really nice.
Its my turn, I puff out my chest and confidently begin go speak. Y'see, Dave accidentally flashed his cards at me without even knowing! And now I can get the card I wanted GUARANTEE "David—"
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end — for me anyway.
Theres a quiet sniffling in the doorway. All our gazes are met with a little trembling Tommy, clutching his little black stuffed dog.
Dads lips make an 'o' shape "Whats the matter, champ?"
They've already forgotten about me.
"D-nghh-" He hiccups "Dave said he'd lay with me till I fell asl-asleep!" The little blonde hiccups.
Dave looks nervous. Once he realizes dads gaze isn't mad (he'd usually be eaten for something like this without a chance to explain himself, but dads feeling nice today.)
"I did—"
"And then I woke up!" Tommy sobs.
Dad and Dave exchange a glance, neither of them moving.
"I'll—" I clear my throat "I'll just sit with him till he falls asleep I don't- I don't really care." I offer.
Dad raises an eyebrow "You sure? I'm sure Dave—"
"No, its fine."
Dave smiles at me thankfully and I smile back.
I walk over to Tommy and take him by the hand, he leads me upstairs, still sniffling quietly.
He pulls me into his room and shuts the door behind him, mumbling something about the hall monsters and how you should always lock your door. Kids are weird.
"Um-um ok." He mutters, crawling onto his sheets and waiting for me to follow, I guess.
Funnily enough, Tommys bed is the exact same size as mine. It isn't hard for me to squeeze beside him. See, Dads bed is the biggest in the house because it used to be shared with mommy — but now hes got it all to himself. Tommy likes to get lost in the massive sheets.
Tommy clutches the sheet and just studies it carefully before growling "I don't think Dave likes me so much anymore."
Oh, this again.
"He doesn't."
"Then why is he so mean to me?!" Tommy snaps "He doesn't like me because Clay probably told him not to! Anytime I talk to him suddenly he has to go to Clays!"
I kinda noticed that too, honestly. Anytime Dave gets put under even the slightest bit of pressure suddenly hes packing his bags.
"Clay didn't do anything, he's just been frustrated recently and we have to respect that." I mutter, putting a hand on Tommys comfortingly.
"O-ok." He mummers, leaning against my arm and sighing.
"I think you're the only person who actually likes me anymore." He mutters. I can't respond because I don't know what to say, because I dont like Tommy. I hate him.
Don't I?
Tommy curls himself up in my side and I just stare at the ceiling. I'm unsure how I'm supposed to know when hes really asleep, so I guess I'll just have to guess.
I turn to face Tommy put have to pause, his scarring distracts me. I guess I just forget about it alot — and then when you're finally aware of its kinda like– sheesh. Today its been more apparent to me — heaven knows why. Wonder what disgusting monster would've done this to a poor defenceless child (haha.)
I sit there for another ten or so minutes, trying to not weirdly watch Tommy sleep but enough so when he finally does I'll be aware of so. I give his cheek a poke to make sure hes actually asleep, he stirs and growls but doesn't open his eyes.
I sigh happily and slide from off the bed, that was easy enough. I'm glad to be able to get back to my family and play the game.
I pause at the bottom step.
"-I just hate how dependent he is on me."
Oh?
"I know you're worried about how sad he'll be when you leave, Dave. But what do you think'll hurt more? You leaving on good terms, or you leaving with he believing you hate him?"
Theres a silence
"I don't know."
Dad sighs.
Something tells me that we aren't playing the game anymore.
"This is your fault."
I shuffle down the very last step and to the wall. I try to not raise my feet very much as to make any sound that could disturb the conversation being held.
"What is?"
"Tommy. He's so fuckin' attached to me because of you you made me raise him and now we have this weird unhealthy relationship! I'm sure when- I'm sure when Schlatts brother left he didn't have a fuckin' heart attack. That isn't normal."
"It isn't normal for a brother to miss his sibling?"
"You know what I mean."
I probably shouldn't be listening to this conversation because, well, its none of my business. However..
Dad inhales slowly, then exhales "I'm sorry if I let that happen, I didn't know it upset you."
After Dave doesn't respond, I guess dad takes that as an invitation to continue "Raising Tommy was a team effort."
"A team effort??"
"We all were dealing with moms death in different ways, and you seemed to take a liking into taking care of Tommy. Wilbur already established he wasn't very fit to help out for.. Obvious reaons."
"I just thought- It was just us and— we were all coping in our own ways, I decided to just let you be."
"You kept doing it though!"
"I thought you were happy."
"No you didn't!" Dave snaps.
Theres a thick silence now, Daves audibly worked up. I can imagine him holding his face in his hands, letting out frustrated labored breaths.
"Nevermind this is stupid I didn't mean to snap I'm sorry-"
"No, no Dave is alright- please talk to me, son—"
"Don't touch me please-"
I decide I've heard enough.
I turn around and step up the stairs again, my feet feel slightly more dragged. I've gained amillion pounds just by standing there, listening to our broken family and our old broken dad try and fix his broken son. I wish we had a normal family.
I don't give Dave enough credit for all he deals with, he had to watch his makeshift son bleed to death in his arms, tattered from the cruel hands of his 13 year old brother. And then, that same 13 year old now constantly threatens to kill himself and do terrible things to the people around him to get pampered with attention for the next three years.
I stumble into Tommys room, hes still in his bed - but not asleep. Hes just staring boredly at the ceiling, only to sit up as I walk over to his bed.
I slide in beside him, wrapping my arms around the six (and a half) year old boy. I hug him. Tightly.
"I love you Tommy."
I think hes a little confused, but hugs back anyway - his little stuffed dog sandwiched between us.
"Are Daddy 'n Dave having a bother?" Tommy whispers
I nod.
He 'oh's.
I huff once we separate, just staring down at the sheets. God. I hate this.
"Hey," Tommy mutters.
I raise my gaze to glance at him, hes looking a little sad. He glances up quickly to meet my gaze and gives a shy smile.
"Remember when I said all those stuffs 'bout how I'm sad that you hate me 'n that Daddys all rude 'n stuff?"
"I think you should forget that — I didn't think before speaking and I probably shouldn've told you that. I hate being a bother, I'm annoying. Sorry." He shrugs.
I guess I kind of remember him acting all ansty at breakfast that day, I think he was scared I would bring it up and expose him for having basic human emotions. I wouldn't do that.
"I don't care anymore." He completes, looking away.
"Its fine Tommy" I mutter in response in my brothers worries "I wouldn't tell — I'm on your side, anyway."
He smiles and nods meekly.
I decide its better to sleep in Tommys bed tonight, we'd both like that.