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luvhq · 2 years

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── 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

eddie munson x reader

summary ; when hawkins labels eddie as a murderer, he leaves you a letter to explain everything

warnings ; mega angst, crying

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before you were worried if the rumours were true, the only thing that concerned you was if eddie was okay. he had been missing days before you had received the news of chrissy cunningham, you and the group unable to find him in all the corners of hawkins you had searched, every spot you thought he might show up. he had vanished out of thin air.

“y/n, you know he’s not going to be here, we’ve looked a thousand times,” dustin groaned as you ducked under police tape and unlocked the front door to eddies trailer. you sighed, making your way straight to his bedroom. “i know, dusty. i’ll only be 5 minutes.”

you weren’t there to look for new leads on where ed might be - simply only to try and grasp at his lingering presence again. but this time something was different. as you sat up on his bed, gripping onto the sheets that held the musky smell of his cologne, you noticed something. behind his pillow there was stashed an envelope, small and neatly sealed with your name scrawled on the front in eddies distinct, scruffy handwriting. in all the times you’d revisited this place, how hadn’t you noticed it before? you held it in your hands, running your thumb along the slightly crumpled paper before quickly stashing in your pocket and heading back to the car.

“find any ‘mind-blowing evidence’ in there then, y/n?” dustin sarcasticly grumbled, hopping into the passenger seat as you revved up the engine. “maybe not, but..i think i found something.”

-

“what is it?” steve asked, sat beside robin and dustin on your bedroom floor. “a letter, dipshit,” robin rolled her eyes, as you stared at the paper in your hands. part of you didn’t even want to open it - what if it was something you weren’t supposed to find? “do you mind if i read it..alone?” you asked, pulling your eyes away from the envelope. they all nodded in agreement, getting up to leave the room. “just let us know when you’re done, okay?” dustin smiled, before closing the door behind him.

pulling your legs into your chest, you took a deep breath in and opened the letter, pulling out its contents and beginning to read.

y/n,

i’ve never really written a letter before, so i’m not quite sure how to start. you’ve probably found out what happened to chrissy by now, and i’m sorry. i understand if you never want to see me again, but i promise you with my whole heart that i am not a murderer. i’m begging you of all people to believe me.

i put this letter somewhere i knew you’d find it, because i know you’ll probably come back to my trailer at least once. that’s what you did when i left town for a couple days back in summer. and i think i’ll be gone a little longer than just a couple days. i already miss you a lot. i always miss you when you’re not here. i hope you miss me too. i would have said goodbye in person, but i think by now the cops are already looking for me. but i swear i didn’t do a thing. i wouldn’t hurt chrissy. i wouldn’t hurt anybody.

if i don’t come back for a while, i love you. but you already knew that.

please forgive me for what i didn’t do.

yours truly, eddie munson

you hadn’t even realised you’d been crying until small damp patches began to form on the paper in your hands. even though you knew eddie didn’t have time to write anything more, part of you still wished for a longer letter. he could have said anything, anything in the world so that you could pretend he was there in your room, talking to you in person for just one moment longer. but what hurt even more was the fact that he thought you could ever hate him - nothing he said or did could ever make you feel that way.

wiping your eyes with the back of your hands, you opened the door of your room, to dustin, robin and steve standing outside your door.

“have you been crying?” robin asked, as you looked at her with reddened eyes. knowing you wouldn’t be able to answer without more tears bubbling over, you just embraced her, burying your head in her shoulder and closing your eyes.

“we’re going to find him y/n. i promise you that.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #stranger things x you

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luvhq · 2 years

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

fluff ✦ | angst ✧

coming soon .ᐟ

#masterlist #marvel x reader

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luvhq · 2 years

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── 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

fluff ✦ | angst ✧

&&. eddie munson —

yours truly, eddie munson ✧

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&&. steve harrington —

coming soon!

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&&. lucas sinclair —

coming soon!

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&&. max mayfield —

coming soon!

#masterlist #stranger things x reader

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luvhq · 2 years

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•. 🕯𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

— i will not write about self harm, suicide, pedophilia, full on smut or any graphic themes

— please check if requests are open before sending one in! writing is one of my passions but i also have other things going on

— this blog is multifandom, so i may start or stop writing for people as time goes on

— some of my stuff will have implied nsfw or sexual themes

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luvhq · 2 years

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•. 🔭 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

— this is the library - come in and get comfortable, you’re welcome here any time ❦

📂 stranger things

➥ eddie munson, steve harrington, lucas sinclair, max mayfield

📁 marvel

➥ all characters

📂 mcyts [ discontinued ]

➥ dream, georgenotfound, wilbur soot, quackity, jschlatt, sapnap, tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, c!technoblade, karl jacobs, jack manifold

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#masterlist #stranger things x reader #marvel x reader #mcyt x reader

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luvhq · 3 years

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Could I request gn reader and schlatt

So like reader is helping him re cover right and is trying to help him get better. So they get a good bit done, get him to stop drinking so much and everything.. So they bring his son, Tubbo to the light. Insisting he apologize and try to rebuild their relationship?

── 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

c!schlatt and c!tubbo

summary ; read req

warnings ; crying, implied child neglect/abuse, mention of alcoholism

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“i’m different now,” schlatt turned to you. “you of all people know that.” he slipped your hands into his own and gripped them tightly.

you smiled, and squeezed his palms. “i might know that, but tubbo doesn’t. i mean, you can’t really blame him for not wanting to see you again. you weren’t exactly the greatest father when he was growing up.”

schlatt simply sighed - he knew it was true. he stood up and began to pace slowly around the room. “but i reached out to him, right? that’s different. i’ve never done that before. god knows i wanted to, but i didn’t. can’t he see that i’m making an effort?” schlatt stopped in the middle of the room and looked right at you. a few tears began to well in his eyes. you’d never once seen him cry before. “i’m sure he can, but he can’t just forget who you used to be. give him time,” you walked over to where he stood and embraced him, laying your head on his chest.

-

and the two of you did give tubbo time to think things over. you didn’t know the ins and outs of what occurred during his childhood, but you knew enough to understand his hesitation. but he did come around eventually, choosing to reach out to you instead. you talked things over and explained to him just how much schlatt had changed. rehab had worked for him, and he hadn’t touched a single drop of alcohol for over 2 years. he was clean. you told him how badly he’d wanted to see his son again, and that he would always talk about how he acted around him with regret. but you didn’t push anything onto tubbo - you wanted him to make his own decision.

-

schlatt sat with tubbo on a park bench, each on their respective sides. the space between them felt so large, even if it was only a few inches. it was as if there was an invisible barrier between them. tubbo wanted to meet in a public place, and schlatt was happy with anywhere that he could finally see him again. he turned to take a glance at tubbo, who looked straight on.

“tubbo.”

“schlatt.”

he should have known tubbo wouldn’t call him dad, but it still hit him like a ton of bricks. he swallowed harshly. “it’s nice to see you,” he smiled half heartedly, to which he received no respond. that smile quickly faded. the silence was too loud, and pressure was pushing down around schlatt’s head. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“why did you come if you aren’t even going to say anything?” he burst out, now fully facing the boy next to him. “i wanted to see if it was true. if you really had changed.” tubbo looked his father in the eyes. “i’m still not sure you have.”

“i’m not gonna make any excuses about what happened when you were young, but i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. and i understand if you don’t accept that or if you don’t want to see me again but-” schlatt was stopped in his tracks when he felt a tightening around the middle of his torso. tubbo had his arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly. and was he..crying? he hesitantly held him close to his chest, a few tears threatening to fall behind his own eyes. the two of them sat there for a while, just taking in the moment - basking in the sudden new found proximity. tubbo eventually pulled away, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand with embarrassment. “i can’t remember the last time i hugged you,” he sniffled.

right there, sitting in front of him, tubbo looked so..young. so vulnerable and small. he was just a child again.

and while the barrier between them still stood tall, it was now chipped, slowly ready to break down and crumble. they could be something of a real father and son, for what might be the first time in their lives.

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luvhq · 3 years

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hi maya!! i hope your day is going great :) i was wondering if you could write some relationship headcannons with irl!jschlatt?? i love the way you write him (it’s spot on tbh) & i love the little “hot and bothered” blurb u wrote 👀 love uuuu

── 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!jschlatt x reader

summary ; read req

warnings ; none

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HES SO IN LOVE WITH YOUU

the longer you’re with him, the deeper he continues to fall

honestly didn’t think he could ever feel this way for someone

i think he’d probably be the first one to say he loves you

it’d just slip out one day, and he wouldn’t notice until you pointed it out

gets very flustered

“schlatt, did you just say you love me?”

“what? pff..no, that didn’t fuckin’ happen! you’re hearing things.”

you obviously say it back, and he has to play off how happy he is

the both of you enjoy spending time together and just doing mundane things

domestic schlatt >>

he likes to cook with you, and you’ve brought him out of the habit of eating mostly takeout food

all of the chores get done together, or you’re both feeling too lazy to do them at all

he’s starting to like the kind of person is when he’s around you

“you make a better person, dollface. y’know that?”

“shut up, you big softie.”

he absolutely LOVES seeing you do the things that he does

you’re basically a mini schlatt now

playing video games with him, wearing his hoodies (which are obviously way too big on you)

it just makes him smile

he always laughs at you for how small you are compared to him

i mean, come on, the man is a straight up tree so most people are small compared to him

“look at you, you little gnome. you’re so tiny. what are you like 2 foot tall?”

but then you kick him in the shins and that shuts him up

he does love the size difference though, and the fact the he can just throw you over his shoulder or have you as his personal teddy bear when cuddling

it’s safe to say schlatt is very much smitten

wants to put a ring on your finger v badly

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luvhq · 3 years

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could you do like a dream x reader grease/50s au! it’s okay if you don’t wannna lol xx 😳

── 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞/𝟓𝟎’𝐬 𝐚𝐮 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!dream x reader

summary ; read req

warnings ; none

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babe, dream is the definition of greased lighting

he’s smooth as a mf but also kind of shy when it comes to someone he genuinely likes

*cough cough* it’s you

tries to pull his cool guy persona on you but you see right through it

eventually he does ask you out

very cheesy

buys you a big bunch of flowers

surprisingly polite, you thought he would be like a lot of the other greasers

asks for permission before he kisses you

an absolute gentleman

gives you his leather jacket if you’re cold

DINER DATES

definitely sharing a milkshake together

he’d try and act cool but you can’t stop laughing at him because he has whipped cream on his nose

very confused

“why are you laughing at me, doll? have i done something wrong?”

eventually he figures it out and laughs with you

takes you dancing

the two of you might even go to a roller disco together

you have to teach him how to skate because he’s never done it before

he’ll act as if he doesn’t like it, but in reality he just loves spending time with you

his friends might try and tease him for being soppy but he’s never been in love like this before

literally wants to marry you

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luvhq · 3 years

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I have a request,, a Tommy x artist!reader where the reader is drawing while hanging out with Tommy as he messes around on his computer and Tommy bugs them about what they're drawing and he finds out they've been doodling him ajfjfjfjf (platonic ofc!!)

── 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!tommyinnit x reader

summary ; read req

warnings ; none

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it had to have been past midnight by now, yesterday’s sunlight far away and tomorrow morning seeming all too distant. but right now was perfect, you and tommy together at whatever twilight time it might be. he was busy editing, hyper off of the caffeine of a coke, and you were nestled in the corner, sketchbook in hand. your pencil lined the paper lightly, shapes beginning to form as you worked in a focused silence.

tommy noticed you had stopped talking, and spun his chair around to face you. you weren’t looking up, not seeming to notice his gaze on you. what were you drawing?

he knew you loved all things artistic, constantly doodling on your hands and arms, or whatever medium you could find. your spirit was creative, and he loved that about you. but he couldn’t just leave you to it, his curiosity eventually getting the better of him.

“y/n?” you looked up to see tommy was now standing, walking over to where you were sat. “can i see?” he gestured towards your sketchbook. eyes growing wide, you pulled it into your chest protectively. this was not an effective tactic, tommy now ever more intrigued. he lurched forward to grab your sketchbook but you dodged to the side, leaping up across to the other side of the room. “it’s private!” you giggled, still grasping protectively onto the object in your hands. he gasped with fake offence, pulling a laugh out of you. he began to put on a highly unbelievable act, weeping and sobbing in between sharp inhales of air. by now you were weak with laughter, giving tommy the chance the snatch your sketchbook out of your hands with ease.

he didn’t exactly know what he was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t what was on the page in front of him. it was a portrait, in your style. a portrait of him. tommy looked up from the paper.

“y/n, this is amazing. why would you want to hide it?”

you grinned like an excited child, and tommy grinned back. he placed your sketchbook onto his desk, and slumped back down into his chair. “remind me to frame this in the morning.”

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luvhq · 3 years

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── 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!jschlatt x reader

summary ; schlatt makes you nervous, and he loves it

warnings ; bit scandalous innit

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back against his chest, your mind was drunk off the desperate heat between the two of you. that, and the alcohol long in your system. who knew schlatt was a good dancer?

his hands sat comfortably on your hips, swaying them to the rhythm. his head sat tucked in the crook of your neck, your hands raised above your head to grasp at his hair. against your skin, his breath was hot and sharp. your heart beat was quickening. your mind buzzed furiously. everything about the man exhilarated you.

“i make you nervous, don’t i?” he hummed. and though he did, your stomach knotting almost dangerously whenever you were in his presence, he didn’t need to know that - even though you were sure he was very much aware. you pulled away from schlatt in order to turn around and face him, your chest now pushed against his. he was tall, and you had to tilt your head upward to look him in the eye. “you don’t have any affect on me.”

however your eyes said differently, and the slight tremble in your voice was a dead give away. he chuckled, grip tightening around you. you inhaled sharply.

“see? you’re practically melting in my arms.”

#mcyt x reader #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #dsmp jschlatt #mcyt jschlatt #jschlatt mcyt #jschlatt fanfic #mcyt scenario #mcyt reader insert #mcyt fluff #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine #schlatt x reader #schlatt

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luvhq · 3 years

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── 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!multiple x reader

summary ; going sky diving w the idiots that are tommy tubbo and jack

warnings ; minimal swearing

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it would be absolute chaos

tubbo getting bullied by the boys the entire time

jack and tommy are making jokes while tubbo is on the brink of a panic attack in the corner

the equivalent of when wilbur told tommy he was going to die at alton towers

“can you remind me why i agreed to this?”

“because you love us tubbo!”

when it came to actually getting on the plane, you could tell tommy was starting to get nervous

slyly checking in on him

“you alright, tom?”

“yeah yeah yeah, i’m cool, i’m so cool. doing absolutely spiffing y/n, don’t you worry about me.”

(you were slightly worried about him)

meanwhile, jack is in his own little world, just looking out of the plane’s window

but then he snapped out of it and got back to abusing tubbo with tommy

“it would be such a shame if your parachute broke, wouldn’t it tubbo?” - tommy projecting his anxiety

you offered to be the first to go, and everyone else followed shortly after

jack tries to shout something to you midair but you couldn’t hear a thing

tubbo was smiling and enjoying himself after all

tommy, however, was not

“WHAT THE FUCK!! I’M GOING TO DIE, I’M GOING TO DIE, I’M. GOING. TO. DIE!! WHERE’S MY MUM?!”

he received all the bullying once the four of you landed

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luvhq · 3 years

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hello!! I see your requests are open and i was wondering if you would be able to write Tommy with a reader (she/her or they/them pronouns) with anemia and they're streaming and both of them get up to fool around and whatnot and the reader passes out and Tom just helps them recover and when reader comes to, shes like embarrassed and Tommy just comforts her and makes sure shes alright thank you !! :)

── 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!tommyinnit x reader

summary ; read req

warnings ; reader fainting

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the two of you were fooling around (as you do)

you and tommy were doing a ‘forest adventure’ stream, and everything was going well so far

you’d made a somewhat stable den

and a failed attempt at a fire

tommy knew about your anemia, and what you could and couldn’t do

he kept checking up on you every once in a while just to make sure you were okay

but when you went to get some more wood to rebuild your fire, you got up too quickly and collapsed

tommy had his back turned, and only knew what had happened when he heard you hit the ground

didn’t hesitate to turn off/pause the stream

made no jokes about what happened, and when straight to he help you

was by your side when you woke up

“hey, hey. you’re okay, it’s okay”

offered you some water

was very gentle and careful with you

assured you that you didn’t need to continue with the stream if you didn’t feel comfortable

you told him you were worried people were making fun of you, and he felt terrible

he went onto twitter and showed you all of the lovely people that were worried about you, and anxious about what happened

when you saw that, you cheered up and said you’d be up for trying the stream again

everyone was so sweet when you guys returned

the chat was being so nice to you and got so worried when you fainted

“they’re fine now guys, don’t worry! i think it was my good looks that made them pass out.”

the stream continued and it just was much fun as before

now, tommy always makes sure you’re okay, and drink enough water/take meds if you have any <3

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luvhq · 3 years

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could you maybe do sapnap with a fem reader where the reader is feeling really ignored by sapnap bc he’s been really busy so then she confronts him and he comforts her ?

── 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!sapnap x reader

summary ; read req

inspired by the song focus by her

warnings ; reader feeling ignored

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all the time. day and night. he was always on his computer. or at least, that’s what it felt like. editing, filming, streaming - every second of every day. it was like you and sap were in two separate time zones.

today was no different. it was raining, cold air laying stagnant throughout the house. now more than ever, the need to be wrapped up in sap’s arms, to feel his body heat, was unbearable. but his door stayed closed, the muffled sound of conversation and laughter coming out from behind it.

dressed in your boyfriend’s hoodie, you sat up in bed, messy sheets askew. a draft brushed over your legs and you shivered, pulling them under the covers. little droplets of rain tapped on your window, and the trees outside moved vigorously in the wind.

was he mad at you? no. he couldn’t be. you didn’t remember doing anything wrong. he must be busy. really damn busy.

i’ll leave him be.

you continued to sit quietly, until the sound of the rain grew too loud to ignore. it began to crash into your windows aggressively and pound down hard onto the roof. the outside was no longer visible; glass panes foggy and coated in a layer of rainwater.

couldn’t sap hear it?

rising from where you sat, you left the lonely comfort of your bedroom, and travelled over to sap’s recording room. you knocked twice, but with no response.

“baby?” you called out, a long silence drawing out afterwards. he was in there. you knew he was in there. and you knew you spoke loud enough for him to hear you. opening the door, he sat with his back to you, headphones around his neck. he turned to see you standing in the door frame. “hey hon, i’m really busy right now, can you come back later?” you stared at him, brow furrowed.

“no, i can’t come back later. i feel like you’ve been ignoring me. i mean, how much work do you even have?” sap stared at you, with a blank expression on his face. “are you upset with me?”

“a little bit,” you sniffled. “i don’t want to sound needy, but it feels as it you don’t have time for me anymore.” sap’s face morphed into a now worried expression. “of course not! i’ve missed spending time with you these last couple of days. i’m trying to get everything done, i promise.” he pulled you into his lap, and you moved to bury your head in the crook of his neck. carefully, he kissed your forehead, his stubble gently scratching your skin. “i love you.”

you looked up at him. “i love you too.”

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luvhq · 3 years

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Hi, darling!! How about the cc!trio bench and reader making a wicked blanket fort and having a movie night? thanks so much in advance 💗

── 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!bench trio x reader

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warnings ; none

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it was all ready - the four of you had been planning this night for weeks, and the time had finally come. tubbo was in charge of snacks, ranboo on movies and you and tommy were busy building the fort in your living room. blankets were draped over the sofa, cushions piled up everywhere you looked. a blow up mattress was positioned on the floor, covered with a large, fluffy duvet. the lights were dimmed, bowls of popcorn sat in various places in the room. everything was perfect.

the opening scene of the night’s first movie was playing, until being abruptly interrupted by a loud crunch. all heads turned towards tubbo, a bag of monster munch in hand. he grinned childishly, crumbs coating his lips. you all couldn’t help but laugh.

“tubbo, why would you make popcorn if you’re just going to eat your own crisps,” tommy sighed, trying to keep a straight face. “i selflessly made the decision to leave it all for you guys. you should be thanking me,” tubbo pleaded, continuing to stuff his mouth full of crisps. his obnoxious chomping eventually died down, and the you continued to watch the film, tommy cutting in frequently to talk about what you could all already see happening onscreen.

as midnight rolled around, none of you were tired except ranboo, whose eyes you couldn’t help notice were closing. conferring with the others, you decided to put on a horror movie to startle him. you settled on a crappy 80s film with terrible effects and cheesy scares, that you were still sure would wake him up in no time. but as the minutes rolled by, the sleazy scares bored you all, and sleep began to take over.

and so, the night ended, the four of you falling asleep in one big pile, all cuddled up together under a blanket.

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luvhq · 3 years

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── 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

c!karl jacobs x reader

written for @dreamcatcherrs 5k event!! that’s absolutely crazy, i’m so proud of you - congratulations <33

prompt - “if it means anything, i love you”

warnings ; general angst, memory loss, crying

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you were simply a blur. somebody faded; like the shadow of a person. karl tried his best to remember you, he really did, but your face just didn’t make sense anymore. and it killed him.

slowly but surely, any memory he had of you began to die. your smile, your laugh - it was slipping out of his reach, falling through the cracks in into the abyss. his library may be filled with books of the past, ancient tales and legends, but his mind remained stale and empty.

“karl?” there you stood, a few feet away from him. his name sounded so sweet coated in your voice - it was familiar, likes was a memory he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

that’s my name. i remember that. i’m karl.

he smiled half heartedly, and began to walk towards you.

you’d known for a while that karl was beginning to forget who you are, but that didn’t stop you from standing right beside him the whole time. after all, you could never forget someone like him.

where am i? how did i get here?

he was close to you now, an arms length away. the both of you quietly sighed, a slight breeze pushing karl’s hair to the side. “karl.” you spoke his name again, expecting some kind of answer. any answer.

come on. say it. say my name.

he stared at you, searching wildly in your eyes for some kind of clue. who in the hell were you? the calm wind died down and left only still, silent air behind. it was hot, yet cold, and burned your cheeks, a sharp sting lacing your skin. but in that long moment, his mouth stayed shut and yours curled slowly into a frown.

“you don’t remember me, do you?” karl’s heart ached - he wanted to remember who you were, but all that he had left was the feeling you always provided him with. it was warmth. it was safety. it was home.

he reluctantly shook his head. a few measly tears began to bubble behind your eyes. “then why did you stay?”

“i could ask you the same question. you knew that i was forgetting who you were, didn’t you?” your eyes grew wide, as you tried to wipe away your tears without being noticed. “i was hoping your memory would come back. but at some point, i knew you were too far gone. i didn’t want to leave you, though. i was still hopeful.” you paused to look up at karl, who was patiently standing before you. he took your hand into his a gave it a gentle squeeze, allowing you to continue.

“i can’t do this anymore, karl. i can’t keep watching you fade away. i’m sorry.” he didn’t say a word, but his expression spoke volumes. it was a mixture of understanding and pain, the want for you to go, to be free from him, but the need for you to stay, to be there when he needed you most. the side that craved seeing you happy was too powerful.

“okay. but, if it means anything..i love you,” his voice was pained, and made you weak. turning away, you mouthed the words ‘i love you too’ then walked away for good.

his shadow of a person was departing.

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── 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!wilbur soot x reader

summary ; you never thought you’d meet the love of your life in a record store

warnings ; none

masterlist

coming here felt nostalgic, in a strange way. it wasn’t necessarily a pretty record shop - that was probably why you’d never took the time to go inside. but now, you’re glad you did.

wilbur was different, however. he came to this place all the time, but he’d never actually bought anything. he didn’t even own a record player. most of the time he would hang around and try and seem like he knew what he was looking for, because record shops are where you find the ‘cool’ people, right?

but it had been so long since anyone new had come through the shop door. only ever the same customers, and the same man at the front desk who was obviously bored out of his mind. but wilbur still continued to visit almost every week, collecting dust in his own little corner of the shop. it was almost like he came with the place.

that day was a particularly boring one - a rainy thursday afternoon, the sun barely able to pierce through the thick veil of clouds. will came in through the door, a dull bell ringing as he did. his hands were cold and trembling as he shook his hair to get rid of any stray water droplets. nodding politely to the cashier, he retreated behind a small shelf.

flicking through a tattered box of vintage records, he didn’t notice the bell ringing again, some else entering the shop, and walking over to where he stood distracted.

“oh, hi! i’m sorry, i didn’t know anyone was back here,” your voice made wilburs eyes go wide, as he turned to see you standing beside him. someone new. “yeah, i was just looking at this..” he stopped to look at what music was on the vinyl. “..country record.”

you both laughed, the two of you hidden from view of anyone passing by. “are you going to buy that..” you paused to let him insert his name. “wilbur. i’m wilbur. and no, i don’t think i will be buying this.” he smiled, and you did the same. after some more small talk, gradually cleansed of awkwardness, you exchanged numbers and left, walking out into what was now heavy rain.

will lied - he bought that record as soon as you disappeared into the darkened street. he didn’t intend on ever getting a record player, but he kept the vinyl stashed away somewhere - because who knows when he might want it one day.

-

your head lay comfortably against wilburs chest, his hand gently stroking your hair. you smiled, the both of you enjoying this peaceful moment. you lived together now, calling a small, but cozy apartment your home. rain battered down against the windows, like the day you met, the sound of a smooth record playing from the corner of the room - yours from when you lived alone.

“hey, i need to go and get something, but i’ll be back,” will assured you, before suddenly hurrying out of the room - it had to be somewhere. he rooted around countless shelves, opened and closed boxes before finally finding the dust covered country vinyl.

“look what i found..” he swiped off the dirt and cobwebs before handing it to you. “is that..the record? from that old shop that we met in?” you grinned at the sight of the tattered case, then at wilbur. he nodded. “we have to put it on!”

you picked up the needle from the disc that was already playing, and slipped it back into its case, before placing the new record on. it was worse that you could have imagined it to be - the cheesy pluck of a banjo and strum of an acoustic guitar filling your room as you both burst out into hysterical laughter.

it didn’t get any better as it continued to play, but the two of you danced until it was over and a comfortable silence filled the room. by this time, the rain had stopped, but a thumping heartbeat filled your ears instead - your head pressed against wilbur’s chest as you swayed slowly to a non existent rhythm.

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luvhq · 3 years

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hola!! i saw you had reqs open for platonic! smp minors and with what tommy said abt lesbians ("i understand lesbians" "i resonate") how would tommy, tubbo, and ranboo react to a afab! (she/they non-binary) bisexual! best friend? maybe not a minor but they're all really good friends and maybe yn is a streamer as well? maybe they tweet out like "wow i love women" and tommys in the replies like "yes yes i agree. mostly my mother and the queen"?

── 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ݁ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .

irl!bench trio x reader

summary ; read req

warnings ; none

masterlist

&&. 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

you guys both love women

when you’re in public together, pointing out the pretty ladies

“she’s cute.”

“i know, right?”

tweeting out: ‘i get lesbians and also @y/n’

you are the provider of all advice on females, not just for tommy but tubbo too

tries his best to respect your pronouns and doesn’t make a big deal of it when he messes up

you guys are the famous four because you’re all complete lunatics, it’s so entertaining

&&. 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨

vv supportive of you

“YOU GO Y/N, WOMEN ARE GREAT AND SO ARE YOU!”

when you came out to him, he was so happy

really glad you knew you could tell him

if you’re from the us, you can’t meet up with tubbo or tommy irl yet :(

trying to help tommy be normal when having conversations with you

ranboo and him tag team to try and protect you from the chaos

always respects the pronouns, and feels bad when he messes up

you assure him it’s fine because he tries his best and that’s what matters :)

&&. 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐨

sending him random tiktoks of pretty women on your fyp

or the cosplays of him that you see

if you’re from the uk, it’s really sad when you can meet up irl with tubbo and tommy but not ranboo

coming out to him was so comfortable, because he wasn’t judgemental at all

he’s definitely proud of you

“you know i still love you y/n, i never stopped.”

always respects your pronouns on stream and whenever he refers to you

corrects others or those in chat who deliberately try to misgender you or make you feel uncomfortable

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