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Yooo hello there :) If it is possible I would like to request a hc for Team dream where reader is exciting talking ab something they really like but then someone snaps at them saying "omg don't you ever shut up?" And reader just get quieter in general for like the next days? Thank you a lot darling ♡
My brain currently does not want to write a fic today so I hope it’s cool I did this in head cannon form! Also I felt this, I’ll be talking about something fun I did at school and my dad is just like “will you stop?” And I’m like “no” and keep talking like the girl boss I am 😙✌️
Dream team telling reader to be quiet
Tw: upset, meanness (?)
So the four of you were chilling in vc after a stream, cutting up and telling stories, just hanging out like friends do.
Someone had mentioned something that reminded you off a topic you really enjoyed
You began your rant, explaining the relevance of the topic before hand to what you were talking about.
As you happily ranted, you noticed it was dead silent from the other end, it was very loud silence which is weird assuming how much they had been talking previously.
“Oh my god y/n, you never stop talking do you?” Sapnap said sassily, causing you to go quiet.
George hummed in agreement but not saying anything else.
Even if it was just a joke, it still hurt that he would say that.
You let out a soft “oh sorry.” Before shutting off.
Dream picked up where he had left off continuing as if nothing had happened which rubbed salt in the wound.
You listened to the rest off their conversation silent, not daring to speak and have them mad at you. You decided you didn’t want to be in call anymore.
“Hey guys, I have an appointment, I gotta go bye.” You said quickly leaving before anyone could say anything.
You leaned back in your chair feeling the pit in your stomach grow, they really thought that of you? That you just never shut up and they didn’t enjoy the topics you were interested in?
Despite how much you chalked it down to you overthinking or being dramatic it still hurt.
For the next couple of days you didn’t talk to anyone, and if you did it was very short and brief.
They were all worried about you, anytime they called you wouldn’t answer or would only talk for 5 minutes tops.
Even other friends noticed your absence, example being Ranboo.
Ranboo had been talking to dream and he let it slip about you not answering his or sapnaps calls.
“Huh thats weird, I talked to y/n earlier and they seemed just fine.” Ranboo said, which made everything click in his mind.
“Oh Ranboo I fucked up.” Dream said explaining what had happened a couple of days ago.
“Wait so Sapnap really said that? And you all just rolled with it?” Ranboo questioned, trying to further investigate your strange behavior.
“yeah...“ dream admitted, sound as guilty as a misbehaving puppy. He knew he had to talk to Sapnap and George so they could properly apologize.
“Well I’d suggest trying to explain or at least apologize to y/n, that would probably make them feel better.” Ranboo stated. Dream agreed and thanked Ranboo for his help, leaving to go talk to George and Sapnap.
He called the other two and got right to the point.
“I think I figured out why y/n has been avoiding us.” Dream started, fiddling nervously with his fingers.
“I don’t think avoiding is the right word, maybe they are just busy.” George defended, but ultimately was ready to listen.
“No it’s definitely avoiding; remember when all of us were in call with them and they were talking about the topic they really enjoyed?” Dream question causing a moment of realization and regret to swarm all of them.
“Oh. I definitely should not have said that. I forgot how passionate they felt towards that.” Sapnap said, wanting to slap himself across the face.
“So what are we going to do?” George asked, feeling equally as bad for agreeing.
“We have to get them in call so we can apologize.” Dream concluded began to add you to call.
It rang a couple of times and finally you answered.
“Hello?” You called out, they all felt a pit burn their stomach, they honestly hadn’t know what got into them for them to say that. But they did know they felt extremely guilty about it.
“Hey y/n we need to talk to you.” Sapnap said weakly, he hoped you could forgive him.
“uh oh, whos in jail?” You joked trying to chase away the tension from the awkward situation you all were in.
“Look I’m really sorry for basically telling you to shut up. I really don’t know why I said it. I don’t agree with it all, I think you are a great person to talk to and I love hearing about the things you are passionate about.” Sapnap said apologetically, you could hear the sincerity behind his voice. He truly was sorry.
“And I’m sorry for agreeing, I just too worried about making things awkward to say anything else.” George explained softly.
“And y/n I’m so sorry for not sticking up for you, I know you have and would if it were me and I feel terrible that I didn’t do the same. I’ll be better in the future.” Dream said firmly as if to prove he had learned his lesson.
It made your heart feel overwhelmed that they had realized the error of their ways and apologized.
“It’s okay. But please don’t do anything like that again. It kinda hurt my feelings.” You say, causing them to agree profusely.
“And I guess I’m also sorry for not talking about it before and blocking you out.” You admit.
“No don’t apologize, I would be hurt if someone shut me down when I was talking about something I enjoyed to.” George sympathies, voice sounding kind.
“espically if they are supposed to be your friends.“ Sapnap cut in, adding onto what George said.
“Hey it's alright now, I forgive you guys. Now who wants to play bedwars?” you aske excitedly, happy that you finally have some of your best friends back.
“ME!” dream shouts, followed behind with George and Sapnap.
After that you found that communication between the 4 of you was much better and the boys became super protective of you and your interests allowing you to talk about what ever you wanted!
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okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. as much as want it to all be angst I can't so could you do it from angst to fluff
heated (sfw)
dream x reader
a/n: ofc i love arguing angst tbh
“he clearly likes you and you’re just to much of a attention whore to notice!” dream yells at you throwing his hands up. dreams words filled with spite and anger hurt.
“we’re just friends.” you responded, tears filling your eyes.
“don’t you just friends me. you know we used to be just friends.” he tells you with a sort of irony in his voice.
“i think we need to-”
“take a break? i bet you’d like that. so you could go be a slut?” he turns for the door and leaves, dropping your breaking heart on the floor. dream slams the door as you fall to the floor sobbing. you can’t stop crying the flood gates have been opened and the action cannot be reversed. after you try and pull yourself together moving yourself to the couch, hoping he will come back to you. patches hops up on the couch and cuddles around your stomach. you start to cry again holding yourself as you pass out.
eventually dream comes back to your shared house regretting all of his words. he opens the door and starts to look for you and finds you on the couch. your face is red and puffy especially around your sleeping eyes. your shirt stained with tears, he feels his stomach drop.
he caused this. he did this to you.
you start to wake rubbing your eyes, you see dream waiting on the loveseat watching you. he has tears in his eyes that aren’t falling down his face.
“you’re back.” you speak softly from just awakening.
“yeah.” his voice is raspy and quiet. “i didn’t mean a word i said and im sorry. i was projecting my insecurities on you and that’s not fair.” you move from the couch onto the loveseat and lay your head on his shoulder.
“i should’ve respected your boundaries and i forgive you.” he leans down and kisses your forehead his lips lingering. “i love you.” you whisper into the air.
“i love you more than you’ll ever know.”
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okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. as much as want it to all be angst I can't so could you do it from angst to fluff
heated (sfw)
dream x reader
a/n: ofc i love arguing angst tbh
“he clearly likes you and you’re just to much of a attention whore to notice!” dream yells at you throwing his hands up. dreams words filled with spite and anger hurt.
“we’re just friends.” you responded, tears filling your eyes.
“don’t you just friends me. you know we used to be just friends.” he tells you with a sort of irony in his voice.
“i think we need to-”
“take a break? i bet you’d like that. so you could go be a slut?” he turns for the door and leaves, dropping your breaking heart on the floor. dream slams the door as you fall to the floor sobbing. you can’t stop crying the flood gates have been opened and the action cannot be reversed. after you try and pull yourself together moving yourself to the couch, hoping he will come back to you. patches hops up on the couch and cuddles around your stomach. you start to cry again holding yourself as you pass out.
eventually dream comes back to your shared house regretting all of his words. he opens the door and starts to look for you and finds you on the couch. your face is red and puffy especially around your sleeping eyes. your shirt stained with tears, he feels his stomach drop.
he caused this. he did this to you.
you start to wake rubbing your eyes, you see dream waiting on the loveseat watching you. he has tears in his eyes that aren’t falling down his face.
“you’re back.” you speak softly from just awakening.
“yeah.” his voice is raspy and quiet. “i didn’t mean a word i said and im sorry. i was projecting my insecurities on you and that’s not fair.” you move from the couch onto the loveseat and lay your head on his shoulder.
“i should’ve respected your boundaries and i forgive you.” he leans down and kisses your forehead his lips lingering. “i love you.” you whisper into the air.
“i love you more than you’ll ever know.”
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coffee girl 🧁☕️ [karl jacobs]
[karl jacobs x fem!reader]
masterlist
“good afternoon, what can I get you today?” she asks, glancing up to who she hoped to be the last customer of the day.
he looks up to see her; his cheeks tinting rosy pink as she made eye contact.
he messes with his hair, running his hands through them, giggling nervously.
“um..fifteen lattes please” he bites his lips hesitantly, as if he did something wrong.
“wait am i your last customer?” he asks frowning. he didn’t want to ruin her night.
she smiles, slightly shaking her head. “that’s not a problem, don’t worry about it. fifteen lattes coming right up.”
as she turns around to leave, he stops her.
“no, no I’ll make that a five.” he giggles.
“thats sweet of you. but I promise that I don’t mind, really.”
“no I insist, five lattes please.”
“alright then, five lattes coming right up.”
he waits in front of the counter, glancing up towards the girl every few seconds. she was really pretty.
“I like your sweatshirt by the way” she says.
“thank you..it’s one of my favorites”
even though her back was turned to him, she could hear the smile in his voice.
his voice, she really, really liked his voice.
his hair, his smile, and his eyes. his eyes that looked like he came out of a tim burton movie.
god, she really, really liked his eyes.
soon, he leaves the store. five lattes in hand; trying to wave goodbye with the other whilst he made sure that he didn’t tilt the lattes. he was smiling too.
it was a mess, and she liked every single part of it.
✦ ♥︎
EPILOGUE
“karl, we told you to get fifteen, why’d you only get five?” jimmy asks, laughing.
“I must’ve heard you wrong, I swear I heard five.” he giggles.
“the latte is really good though” jimmy says, nodding his head.
“yeah I think im gonna start going there more often.”
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Yooo hello there :) If it is possible I would like to request a hc for Team dream where reader is exciting talking ab something they really like but then someone snaps at them saying "omg don't you ever shut up?" And reader just get quieter in general for like the next days? Thank you a lot darling ♡
My brain currently does not want to write a fic today so I hope it’s cool I did this in head cannon form! Also I felt this, I’ll be talking about something fun I did at school and my dad is just like “will you stop?” And I’m like “no” and keep talking like the girl boss I am 😙✌️
Dream team telling reader to be quiet
Tw: upset, meanness (?)
So the four of you were chilling in vc after a stream, cutting up and telling stories, just hanging out like friends do.
Someone had mentioned something that reminded you off a topic you really enjoyed
You began your rant, explaining the relevance of the topic before hand to what you were talking about.
As you happily ranted, you noticed it was dead silent from the other end, it was very loud silence which is weird assuming how much they had been talking previously.
“Oh my god y/n, you never stop talking do you?” Sapnap said sassily, causing you to go quiet.
George hummed in agreement but not saying anything else.
Even if it was just a joke, it still hurt that he would say that.
You let out a soft “oh sorry.” Before shutting off.
Dream picked up where he had left off continuing as if nothing had happened which rubbed salt in the wound.
You listened to the rest off their conversation silent, not daring to speak and have them mad at you. You decided you didn’t want to be in call anymore.
“Hey guys, I have an appointment, I gotta go bye.” You said quickly leaving before anyone could say anything.
You leaned back in your chair feeling the pit in your stomach grow, they really thought that of you? That you just never shut up and they didn’t enjoy the topics you were interested in?
Despite how much you chalked it down to you overthinking or being dramatic it still hurt.
For the next couple of days you didn’t talk to anyone, and if you did it was very short and brief.
They were all worried about you, anytime they called you wouldn’t answer or would only talk for 5 minutes tops.
Even other friends noticed your absence, example being Ranboo.
Ranboo had been talking to dream and he let it slip about you not answering his or sapnaps calls.
“Huh thats weird, I talked to y/n earlier and they seemed just fine.” Ranboo said, which made everything click in his mind.
“Oh Ranboo I fucked up.” Dream said explaining what had happened a couple of days ago.
“Wait so Sapnap really said that? And you all just rolled with it?” Ranboo questioned, trying to further investigate your strange behavior.
“yeah...“ dream admitted, sound as guilty as a misbehaving puppy. He knew he had to talk to Sapnap and George so they could properly apologize.
“Well I’d suggest trying to explain or at least apologize to y/n, that would probably make them feel better.” Ranboo stated. Dream agreed and thanked Ranboo for his help, leaving to go talk to George and Sapnap.
He called the other two and got right to the point.
“I think I figured out why y/n has been avoiding us.” Dream started, fiddling nervously with his fingers.
“I don’t think avoiding is the right word, maybe they are just busy.” George defended, but ultimately was ready to listen.
“No it’s definitely avoiding; remember when all of us were in call with them and they were talking about the topic they really enjoyed?” Dream question causing a moment of realization and regret to swarm all of them.
“Oh. I definitely should not have said that. I forgot how passionate they felt towards that.” Sapnap said, wanting to slap himself across the face.
“So what are we going to do?” George asked, feeling equally as bad for agreeing.
“We have to get them in call so we can apologize.” Dream concluded began to add you to call.
It rang a couple of times and finally you answered.
“Hello?” You called out, they all felt a pit burn their stomach, they honestly hadn’t know what got into them for them to say that. But they did know they felt extremely guilty about it.
“Hey y/n we need to talk to you.” Sapnap said weakly, he hoped you could forgive him.
“uh oh, whos in jail?” You joked trying to chase away the tension from the awkward situation you all were in.
“Look I’m really sorry for basically telling you to shut up. I really don’t know why I said it. I don’t agree with it all, I think you are a great person to talk to and I love hearing about the things you are passionate about.” Sapnap said apologetically, you could hear the sincerity behind his voice. He truly was sorry.
“And I’m sorry for agreeing, I just too worried about making things awkward to say anything else.” George explained softly.
“And y/n I’m so sorry for not sticking up for you, I know you have and would if it were me and I feel terrible that I didn’t do the same. I’ll be better in the future.” Dream said firmly as if to prove he had learned his lesson.
It made your heart feel overwhelmed that they had realized the error of their ways and apologized.
“It’s okay. But please don’t do anything like that again. It kinda hurt my feelings.” You say, causing them to agree profusely.
“And I guess I’m also sorry for not talking about it before and blocking you out.” You admit.
“No don’t apologize, I would be hurt if someone shut me down when I was talking about something I enjoyed to.” George sympathies, voice sounding kind.
“espically if they are supposed to be your friends.“ Sapnap cut in, adding onto what George said.
“Hey it's alright now, I forgive you guys. Now who wants to play bedwars?” you aske excitedly, happy that you finally have some of your best friends back.
“ME!” dream shouts, followed behind with George and Sapnap.
After that you found that communication between the 4 of you was much better and the boys became super protective of you and your interests allowing you to talk about what ever you wanted!
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Adam and Eve
Techno x hanahaki! reader
Cw: blood, puking, angst, reader dies
Part 2
Who knew love could kill? Everyone knew. You could die from a broken heart, sadness, and depression. You should've known better than to fall for your best friend, The Blood God. He doesn't do love, it makes him gag, he once told you.
You knew not to fall for him but you couldn't help it. He was irresistible.
Anyway, I think I met him some time before
You don't know when you had fallen for the brute piglin. Maybe it was from day one when you had met him through his longtime friend Phil, or the way he had subconsciously protected you from hostile mobs the first time you accompanied him to the nether, or the day he was to be executed he was protecting you and cared for your well being as much as he did for his horse, Carl, before lifting you onto the horse and rode off back to his cabin as you wrapped your arms around his waist leaning into his warm body. Whatever it was your fate was destined to fall for the hybrid, he really was the death of you.
In a different life or where I record
When Phil had moved in with Techno you had moved in as well. having your own Cabin next to your two buddies. That's when the sickness began. It started off as a little cough and wheeze but it soon became more violent, your chest tightened every cough and your lungs feel like it was getting stabbed every once in a while, it became harder to breathe.
You brushed it off as a simple flu, Phil and Techno weren’t as worried either but they still brought you some medicine as Phil activated dad mode when your sickness failed to die down. He made you meals, teas, and had you bedridden. It been almost two months and the two men were beginning to worry for you. Techno hardly showed his emotions and hardly cared for peoples well being but with you and Phil it was different, Phil could read Techno like a book and knew the Piglin was worried for you. The way his ears popped up, his facial muscles barely moving a centimeter and his eyebrows slightly pinching together every time a violent cough ripped through your throat. He really was worried for you. However Phil failed to notice that Techno was slowly falling for you too.The winged hybrid of course knew that you were slumped for Techno, you didn’t really hide it well especially now that you’ve moved in with them.
Your symptoms seemed to grow worse every time Techno came around or you caught sight of him it would triggered your coughs and every cough came back worse and worse, so had begun avoiding him. It wasn't noticeable to Techno at first, but he soon began to take notice the lack of your presence, he had tried to visit you on days he wasn’t busy which was every few weeks but you came up with an excuse every time, it had managed to keep him away for about a month into your sickness until he had approached Phil about your sudden distant behavior, the blonde had assured the piglin and agreed to talk to you. Phil had came to your cabin seeing you reading a book by the fireplace. He asked about your sudden change in behavior with Techno, that when he was you body, more specifically your torso flinch almost like in pain the second you heard Technoblades name.
Before you could say anything violent coughs ripped at you throat. Your body curled in on itself with your arms wrapping around your stomach. Phil panicked as he saw blood splatter from your mouth to your clothing, you were surprised too. You’d never coughed blood before. Phil was quick to rush to your side and help you sit up, your throat and lungs were burning, you head was pounding, and it felt like something was caught in your throat. Another wave of coughs came through and something came out. A single pink petal few out. Gently gliding down and landing onto your lap. Phil freaked out as you just say there in shock. You’ve heard of a diseas like this in books at the old village library but you didn’t think it wa real. Let alone the fact that you’ve coughed technos favorite flower just made the situation worse. Phil was confused and freaked out. You can’t let him know. “Phil get out.” You croaked out. You couldn’t move, your body was worn out with all that coughing taking a number on you. “I don’t want you getting this. Get out.” You lied, you never did but anything to stop him and anyone be from knowing. But Phil simply shook his head as he helped you up and began leading you to your bedroom. Setting you down and tucking you under the covers he sat down on the end of the bed by your feet. He could hear your suffering and felt you trembling body shake the bed. He was stressing out. “I’ll be fine-“
“Shut up.” He cut you off, you looked at him taken back by the sudden aggression in his voice. “I’m sorry… It’s just- its just that you’ve been sick for almost three months and you’ve e been acting like its nothing when it’s clearly something, you’ve gotten pale, and look more and more weak as the days pass. And know your coughing petals. A fucking flower (yn)!!” You looked away from and suddenly taking interest in the wall. “You know what it is. Don’t you?” Crap. He knows. You still refused to look at him. “(Yn). Tell me. What is it. I’m not going till you tell me, or else I’ll just ask Kristen myself.” You sighed and finally turned to meet his hard gaze. “There’s a disease I’ve read about but I didn’t think it was real until the moment I coughed out that petal.”
“It’s called Hanahaki Disease, it’s when you have fallen in love for someone but they don’t love you back. It starts off with small coughs that eventually grew worse, then you start to grow your vines that sprout into the flower your crush likes, you start coughing them up and eventually throwing them up, the flowers continue to grow and you’ll begin to cough out blood from the vines penetrating your lungs, they’ll grow out of your lungs and wrap around them tightening as the flowers fill your lungs and eventually suffocating to death with the flowers, vines and blood. It’s a terrible experience and the process and Dow fast you die due to the disease varies with different people. Sometimes it’s slow and sometimes it’s quick.” Phil was silent, he heard of it years ago but never thought of it. He stared down at his lap. “How do we cure it?” He asked. “As far as I know your crush must reciprocate and confess their feelings to you. You’re done for it they don’t love you back.” You fumbled with you fingers playing with the loose string of thread on your blanket. The room grew silent for a minute which felt like forever.
“Techno?”
“Yea…”
You could feel tears prick your eyes, you were gonna die, Technoblade was a man who couldn’t love romantically. That wasn’t his parte. It wasn’t on his list, his list was to overrun the government, he and anarchist and subdue the voices needs for blood shed every damn day. Love just isn’t for Technoblade.
“You need to tell him. He’ll understand.” Phil started but you were quick to shake your head, “No I never will, I was the idiot that fell for a brute that care for nothing but anarchy and blood lust. There’s nothing I can do.” You looked at Phil. “Please don’t tell him. You’ll only make it worse, it hurts enough already.” You could tell he wasn’t convinced. You knew he was still going to tell techno. “At least wait till after the war. Please. He already he’s enough to deal with, he doesn’t need this right now. Please Phil!” If you could you would be begging to the man on your knees if you could. Like you were begging for mercy. “Ok, ok- but the moment we come back from war you have to confess. Deal?” You frantically nodded. “Thank you Phil.” You relaxed into your bed sheets. Now you can have more time to prepare yourself but you knew when dooms day comes you’re still going to be mentally unprepared.
The day came. Dooms day. Phil and techno had been preparing a ring since dawn. Now it was at least 10 am, you spent all morning in your room until a knock erupted the silence in your home. Phil stood there when you opened the door. His eyes looked rather sad as he smiled at you. “We’re heading out. We’ll see you in a few hours. We’ll probably be back by nightfall, I’ll be leaving some of my crows here to look after you. If you get into trouble or something happens they’ll fly over to me amd I’ll come as fast as I can here.” You could only nod, your throat was so dry and scratchy you couldn’t bother to speak anymore. Phil lifted his hand setting it on top of you head amd ruffled your hair a little before turning around and walking down your porch giving you one last look over his shoulder he and Techno got settled onto their horses and rode off with the army of dogs following behind. Some hauling boxes on sleds packed with weapons and potions the boys couldn’t carry.
You decided to watch them ride off walking out to the edge of the wooden porch. Your eyes landed on Techno and Phil’s distant forms on their respected horses you eyes then met with crimson ones. You froze and quickly turned away and headed back into your house feeling your lungs tightened. You left so quickly you missed the pain hidden in those blood red eyes.
A few hours of being alone you had decided to chill out on your front porch and drink some tea watching Phil’s crows play around and fight each other some yelling ‘POG’ and whatnot. Steve sat next to you, chewing on a thick and sturdy bone from Techno's last hunt. Suddenly the silent peace is disturbed when Steve begins to nuzzle your arm, he began to huff and puff almost like he was worried. You grew confused as you patted his head when a cough ripped at your throat, blood spattering out of your mouth, onto your clothing and floor. Steve whined as he stood up beside you, you had leaned on him feeling your knees grow weak. You continued to cover your mouth as blood seeped through your fingertips, you stumbled off the porch, the blood dripping into a patch of pure white snow staining it.
the next wave of coughs caused your knees to give in and cause you to crash into some snow on the ground, the blood spilling into a pool standing out in the snow, suddenly a clump of substances was forcefully coughed out of your throat, landing into your hand. you examined it and saw its bright color stained with your blood on different places, it was a cherry blossom flower, Technos' favorite flower, you had remembered that Techno and you had been hanging with each other under an apple blossom tree, petals had fallen from the tree above you two. It was beautiful scenery, you remember a petal fell on your hair but you didn’t bother with it as you continued to watch the soft shower on petal around you both, it wasn’t till you felt the gentle pull of your hair stands on the top of your hair. Turning to the side you meet technos eyes and the blow tal that landed on your head in the palm of his hand. He chuckled as another fell into your hair again which made you laugh, your faces feeling warm. Although technos blush was invisible compared to yours. The scene looked like it was straight out of a romance novel that you read, two acquaintances feeling in love with each other. If only. You don't know why but you began to walk towards the cherry blossom tree you were surprised some had sprouted but then again. Spring was arriving soon and majority of the snow had melted around the tundra. Your coughs and puking out the flowers had interrupted you once in a while on your way.
I mean
He was Adam
Techno and Phil began walking back to the tundra, soot and gun powder had covered had covered the pair. Techno of course was covered in a bit of his own blood but mostly in the blood of others. They had a casual chat, cracking a joke once in a while, when the approached the cabins. It wasn’t numerous caws echoed. It sounded distressed. Phil had a bad gut feeling the whole day the moment he left you back at home but catching sight of his crows flying straight for him and techno yelling out their names his stomach felt like it was aching. “HELP! PHIL TECHNO! (YN) NOT WELL!” They all began yelling out. Phil didn’t waste a second as he began running back home. Techno following not long after running past Phil as he made his way to you. His heart began racing and his heart hurt with a slight sting, and his voices weren’t helping either, they were making his worry even worse as they yelled for you.
Techno soon caught sight of the cabins and his eyes automatically caught sight of the red standing out in the medium sized patch of snow, but he grew confused with the sight of cherry blossom petals scattered in one pile with blood splattered on them. He soon grew worried as he rushed out to the woods following the trail as Phil checked your house seeing the blood starting from your porch and out into the forest. Techno took noticed that it seemed like Steve followed your trail his paw prints next to your, he couldn’t have attack you since your trail didn’t show signs of being thrown off and showings a fight but maybe he attacked you at the house first which made you run as he trailed behind. Techno quickly turned around and yelled out for Phil to get some regeneration potion and a medical kit as he drew his sword and ran off with Phil yelling out ‘ok’ as Techno followed the trail of blood. If he has to kill Steve then so be it.
“(YN)!!!” He called out his voice echoing far out all the way to where you were. You sat by the shore of the lake, behind you the cherry blossom that was surprisingly still blossoming and thriving now that spring was slowly arriving. You still had some strength but you’re sure to bleed out, you’d rather die out here then at home and have techno see you in this state. Bleeding from your mouth and nose you gave up on wiping it away with your clothing already drenched in fresh and dried blood. Your body weak, shivering, and covered in blossom petals. Techno will definitely know what you died of and with Phil telling him who the cause of it was he’d sure be ashamed of you for falling in love with him. At least you had Steve to comfort you on your last moments, he curled behind you, providing you a soft fuzzy and warm place to rest on his side belly. His head resting on your lap, he could tell you were dying too, he would whine every few seconds as he looked up at you, his eyes showing sympathy and sadness.
I think I was Eve
You could tell he was getting closer, his booming voice growing louder, he can run fast. His voice sounded worried. You wished you had time and the strength to cover up your trail of blood so you could die with only Steve by your side but Phil’s crows had arrived resting on the floor and up in the trees around you. Some of them few away not being able to handle the sight of your weak form practically on deaths doorstep. You sighed before slowly getting up, Steve helping you as support, you slowly dragged your feet up the hill, towards the cherry blossom tree. Reaching the tree you leaned all your weight on it, coughing out another handful of whole cherry blossom flowers, the cough taking a hit on you, your knees gave out once again, for good you were sure. All your strength wasted walking up the hill, as you fell back Steve whined out approaching your face softly nuzzling your temples, you lean onto your side feeling another wave of flowers rush up your throat. You grew them up constan for a whole minute, loads of blood that you didn’t even think you had left In you was now all spilt out of you and chunks of the flowers began to pool beside you. You body was done now for sure. You were gonna die here. You mind blurry and body just dead. Your world began to grow dark. Your breathing shallowed and your eyes fluttered starting straight up the beautiful cherry blossom above petals falling around you some into the pool of blood the petals you had puked out blending in. Maybe Techno won’t realize it was Hanahaki that killed you. He’ll just think you bled out. Speaking of which, you’ll miss him, sucks that you won’t get to see him one last time and apologize. But at least you can watch over him from afar. Although it won’t be the same as being right next to him.
With one last exhale your eyes went dull, you had left the world staring up into the cherry blossom tree, another reminder of Techno. No matter how hard you tried you can never escape him, not even on your last breath.
But my vision ends with the apple on the tree
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Sorry that really sucked. I just thought of this and did it. :p
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all my gogy lovers are crying rn because of u nonnie </3
▸ a stream of tears from your one true love | George ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ
＃ʚĭɞ warnings shit load of angst, 'fucking' is used multiple times, feeling of neglation sort of?, bringing up unhealed wounds, yelling , hitting things , crying
ʚĭɞ＃ author's note(s) haha u bitches are in for it. lol. this story is inspired by Malcom & Marie but Reader and George aren't crazy- I listened to these two playlists while writing ;P and shoutout to @echoteaa for editing <3
＃ʚĭɞ others word count (1k), writing time (2hrs), Rq (open)
HUFFING YOU OPENED your front door to you and your boyfriends shared loft walking off to the bedroom not caring you had left the front door open.
It had been a long night of talking to people, putting on a fake smile no one could see through, but it seemed the person you had wanted to see through it the most didn’t notice anything.
When George had been graced with being nominated for the Best Streamer award, and by no surprise he won. You knew he would. His natural ability to make someone smile just with a stupid little joke or a smile of his own could light up the entire room.
Since day one of his streaming career you were there. From when he got affiliated to when he got partnered. You were right there. Cheering him on from the sidelines, you were his number one biggest fan. When he got his first hate comment the two of you went down to the frozen yogurt shop down the street from your uni. When he got his first paycheck he bought you your first promise ring.
Though it seemed none of that had mattered now, not when he got up on that stage and thanked every single fucking person ‘even the mailman’ except you. Thinking nothing of it you brushed it off and smiled, and when he came back apologizing profusely you told him that ‘It was fine and you were proud of him’.
In all honesty it was fine, until his two best friends came up to you with sad smiles on their faces saying “I wonder how it feels knowing he didn’t thank you, you’ll be okay you know he loves you”.
The pity smiles were what sent you tumbling off the edge.
“Y/n what’s wrong?” George sighed untying his tie as he took off his suit.
A scoff left your lips as you shook your head slamming the bathroom door behind you signaling you didn’t want to be followed.
“Is this about the speech? I told you I was sorry and you said it was fine.” His muffled voice traveled through the closed door. Anger bubbled inside you as you flung open the door, your eyes darting to where he sat on the bed taking off his black velvet loafers.
“I was fine George! I was fine when you thanked your fucking cat and your viewers and everyone else before me.” The words began to flow out of your mouth before you could stop them.
“Where were all these people when streaming began to get too much and you wanted to quit? Where were these people when you almost broke your monitor because it felt like you were suffocating? Huh!?”
Immediately your mouth clamped shut realizing you brought up times in your boyfriend's life you knew he’d rather forget. George’s tongue ran over his bottom lip as he nodded his head slowly.
“Real mature of you, Y/n.” Trailing after him a spew of apologies filling the air. You were never one to let anger get the best of you, nor were you ever the type to bring up past wounds that still needed time to heal because of how you felt.
Your love for George ran deep as did his for you, but communication was never something that came easily for the two of you. Neither of you were the jealous type but you both had moments when you wanted to rain hell on the other, except it never happened.
No, instead you let the thoughts linger over your heads, deciding not to tell the other how you felt, because dealing with your feelings had to be harder than saying absolutely nothing at all.
“You know I didn’t mea-.” The brunette in front of you cut you off with the slam of his hand to the kitchen island counter. Your breath hitched at the sudden noise.
“It doesn't matter if you didn’t mean it! You fucking said it, and it’s too late to take it back fucking now.” A shiver ran down your back. George was never a yeller. Usually when he got upset his initial reaction would be to slam a few doors or leave the house to blow off some steam. But never ever to yell.
An eerie silence fell over the two of you as you took a step back giving the man before you some space. Running a hand through your hair you decided against saying anything and made your way back to your bedroom.
Changing out of your outfit from the night you’d love to cut a few parts out of your memory you put on one of George’s hoodies moving quietly to still be able to hear what was going on in the other room.
You heard a cabinet open and close before a glass hit the counter and the sink tap turned on. Space. Something you both desperately needed for a little cool down. Taking one of his pillows for comfort you trudged across the hall to the empty guest bedroom closing the door quietly behind you as to not alert the boy in the kitchen.
George knew he shouldn’t have yelled, or hit the counter. It wasn’t him whatsoever and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had scared you. But god how you pushed his buttons. Inherent
He knew you were upset, and you had every right to be, yet bringing up such a low in his life hurt.
Exhaling knowing he had to apologize, George made a beeline for the bedroom, though confusion crossed his face as he realized you weren’t in there. Going into a silent panic his mind playing out the worse situations.
Checking the closet and bathroom about to yell for you, he stopped himself when he heard a small sniffle come from outside the room.
Heading towards the noise the brunette cracked open the guest bedroom door just a bit to find your huddled figure underneath the duvet covers. Hanging his head George lifted the covers laying down behind you laying a trail of kisses from the bottom of your ear to your neck. Little hushes left his lips in an attempt to calm you down.
“I’m sorry, I love you so so so much. I’d never do anything to purposely hurt you or your feelings. You know how much I’m thankful for you and wouldn’t be where I am right now if it wasn’t for you and your annoying obsession with ducks and fluffy socks.” He joked trying to lighten the mood.
A smile adorned his lips when he obtained a little chuckle out of you. Turning in his hold your head dug into his chest allowing his lilac smell to infiltrate your senses as it always did.
“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have said something like that in an attempt to hurt you.” George pressed a kiss to the top of your head murmuring how much he hated when the two of you fought.
“Do you actually find my duck and fluffy sock obsession annoying?”
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OKOK scenario 6 (Person A accidentally reveals a secret or something involving Person B or somehow embarrasses them and feels horrible when they realize, and Person B has to reassure them it’s fine; person B= reader, person A= wilbur) buuut wilbur streaming, w/ dialogue 10, and a bit of 2 (“is there anything i can do?” & "do you want to talk about it?”) + HAPPY 600!!!
oooh i like! excited to be at 600!!!
The Hurt/Comfort Drabble Event!
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Summary: Wilbur accidentally embarrasses y/n on stream and feels terrible about it when he realizes. (dialogue: "is there anything i can do?" and "do you want to talk about it?")
Word Count: 1k
You loved being on stream with Wilbur.
Watching him streaming to his audience was cute- getting to see him in his element, seeing him interacting with his fans, and being able to laugh at himself and have fun on camera with his lovely group of thousands and thousands of fans in chat. So the day he asked if you wanted to play a game while on a discord call with him, you said yes immediately.
Today, you were playing Minecraft together. Wilbur had started a series on his channel- that was beginning to grow longer and longer as the weeks went on- where he taught you how to play the game and guided you through it. You weren’t too good at Minecraft, and Wil wanted a way to bring you onto his channel frequently, so he decided that a little cute series about teaching you to play might be something that his fans would enjoy watching. You loved it, you loved just being about to play and hang out with your boyfriend on his streams, and although you were slightly nervous about being in front of so many thousands of viewers, but Wilbur was great at putting you at ease. You were never uncomfortable around him.
Except for right now.
Early on in the stream, you had drifted into conversation about parkour, about some Minecraft parkour you’d seen someone do on Youtube. Wilbur had spent a while showing off by doing daring jumps and building little obstacle courses. He’d dared you to try, took time to build you an obstacle course to run through, and urged you to try, laughing at everytime you fell. You were laughing too, at first. You and Wilbur were comfortable teasing each other and playfully fighting, and you knew that’s what he was doing right now. But for some reason, it was hurting so much more. Each time he laughed and said “go again, go again!”, you felt your smile drop. You really were trying, and it hurt that he just thought it was a funny bit.
“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me, not laughing at me?”
On the other end of the call, he was losing his mind, laughing harder than you swear you’d ever heard. “Yeah, but I didn’t realize how bad you were!”
It’s a joke, it’s a joke, it’s a joke, he doesn’t mean it. But it really really hurt you, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your face was red- you were so glad you didn’t have a camera on and his viewers couldn’t see- and you were nearly on the edge of tears. Why did he have to make fun of you so much? With trembling lips, you muttered. “Wil, can you stop?”
He held back his laughter for a bit, but a few minutes later, a joke passed his lips that was your final breaking point. In tears, you left the call and left the game, sitting back in your desk chair and leaving WIlbur wondering what had happened. In the middle of chuckling at the joke he made, he noticed “Y/N left the game”, and stopped. “Hey, (Y/N)??” He spoke up, hoping you were at least still in the call and maybe your game had just crashed or something. But he didn’t see you in the call either. You had left. “Oh, where’d they go?” He glanced at his chat out of curiosity, and a few messages immediately caught his eye.
‘you were mean to them!!!!”
‘WIL! >:(‘
‘Stopppp you’re not being nice to (y/n) :(‘
“No, chat, we always tease each other like that…” He was mostly speaking to himself, trying to convince himself he hadn’t done anything wrong. God, had he? Maybe he did take it too far. “Was I too mean, chat? Did I take it too far?” He watched the confirmations fly by, feeling his cheeks get redder and redder by the second. God, even his own chat was telling him he was being mean… he was so ashamed. He nervously ran a hand through his hair, all traces of his previous smile gone. “Okay… I’m going to call them. It’s been a nice stream… well, maybe I was a little mean…” he quickly ended his stream and didn’t even moe from his seat before calling (Y/N). He waited in dreadful silence for them to answer.
“Hi.”
He heard the pain in their voice, and immediately knew he had been wrong. “Hey, (Y/N).” They sniffled over the phone, and Wilbur immediately felt bad. Without even asking, he understood why they were upset. “I’m really sorry.” They still said nothing. Wilbur leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. He hadn’t messed it all up, had he? His partner, the person he loved so much, they were upset because of him. Because he was being an ass. Desperate for any sign of forgiveness, but guessing he probably didn’t deserve it yet, he pushed. "Do you want to talk about it?”
“You were being kind of mean. I was embarrassed. In front of your whole audience.”
“I know, I realized… I went too far. I’m sorry.”
They went quiet again, and WIlbur wanted nothing more than to be there with them to wrap his arms around them and show them just how sorry he was. “It was really embarrassing. It hurt a lot.”
“Ohh, baby,I’m truly so, so sorry, (Y/N), trust me. I feel like an ass. And my chat was telling me too.” He thought back to the fear coursing through him when he saw those messages, when he realized just how much of a bully he was being to the person he loved the most.
“It’s okay. I forgive you.”
“Is there anything I can do? To make it better?”
“No, Wil, I promise. I believe you didn’t mean it. I know you wouldn’t purposefully be mean. Just… don’t do that again please.”
“Never. I promise.” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his body finally relaxing, and glanced to his ceiling. “Do you want to play more? Without streaming. Just us two?”
“I would love that, Wil.”
“Okay, great.” A smile finally lifted onto his face again, “(Y/N), I love you so much.”
He could practically hear their smile through the call, and felt his heart swell at their next words. “I love you too, Wilbur.”
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#5, reader is B & Wilbur is A! with #15 dialogue? Maybe reader has some sort of past where being shouted at is extra scary for them?
i related heavily to this one, shouting hurt/comfort tropes are my favorite cause i know irl they would hurt me a lot. i have another ask that’s this scenario but with Wilbur as B instead and I have a good idea for that one too! enjoy your hurt/comfort!
The Hurt/Comfort Drabble Event!
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Summary: Wilbur is busy a lot lately and (Y/N) is lonely and begs him to hang out until Wilbur loses his composure, and they cower away from him. (Dialogue: “shh, don’t be afraid. it’s me. you’re safe.”)
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For the most part, (Y/N) and Wilbur had a peaceful, tender relationship.
Sure, they had their little disagreements here and there and silly arguments that were always solved that same day, they had little rough patches where communication wasn’t great, but never anything quite like this. (Y/N) had been feeling a little lonely for the past few days, as Wilbur was so busy streaming and frequently away at rehersals, and whenever he got home he seemed to want his alone time. They understood his want for some time alone, they got it, and they were willing to let him have it, but it seemed like it had been days since they actually spent time with him, and it was starting to bother them.
“Wilbur, please.” The second Wilbur left his desk where he was editing a video to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, (Y/N) was out of their seat on the couch, following him like a lost puppy hoping for some attention. They stood behind his tall figure by the sink, waiting for him to turn around for a hug. He didn’t. “Come on, don’t you think you’ve worked enough tonight? Take a break.”
He sighed. “I can’t, (Y/N), you know I have to get things done.” He sounded frustrated, and stepped to the side to walk past his partner without a hug.
Ignoring how much that hurt them, (Y/N) continued. “Wil, you’ve done so much already. I- I miss you.”
“Well, it’s still not finished. I’ve got a lot more to do, and I need to get it done soon. I can’t take breaks right now. Just go to bed, (Y/N), don’t stay up for me.”
“No, I’ve barely seen you in days.” They pouted up at him, wanting him to know just how much he was missed.
He sighed again, scowling down at them. “I don’t know what you want me to do about that. I can’t do anything about it. I can’t spend all day with you! I have things to get done! I have other things to do, I have friends, I have a life! I can’t drop everything to spend all my time with you. I’m busy!” He was angry now, they could tell, and they should’ve stopped there, but when Wil turned to head back to his office, they couldn’t help but reach out to grab onto his sleeve in a final hope that he would stay.
“Wil-”
“Fucking leave me alone!”
(Y/N)’s words stopped in their throat, dropping the sleeve they had grababed hold of, as they jumped back in fear. Fear. They had never in this relatinoship been afraid of Wilbur, he had never given them a reason to doubt that he would never hurt them, but the anger in his words spat in their direction made them forget about all of that and cower back against the wall. Where had their sweet, affectionate, doting boyfriend gone? They could feel how quickly their heart was racing, and for a second the frantic beating was all they could hear, a harsh reminder of their past, being shouted at, hurt over and over. He’s not going to hurt you, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t he-
Wilbur stopped for a moment after he shouted the words, the anger sizzling off his face slowly as he watched his partner cower away from him in fear, sliding down the wall and looking up at him with big, scared eyes. They were afraid of him? He had scared them? They thought… they thought he was going to hurt them? Immediately, regret filled his body. What was he doing? He had yelled at the person he loved, he had scared them, and they were practically shaking on the floor in front of him. Y/N) had opened up to him about their past, about how much shouting and fighting and fear had hurt them, and how still to this day, yelling was like a trigger for them.They told him this, trusted him to never hurt them, and what had he done? He had yelled at them. And over what, some work he was doing? He was a little frustrated with how busy he was, and took it out on (Y/N)? Why? Shit, shit, shit. He hadn’t been thinking.
“Oh, hey, (Y/N), I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” All frustration now gone and replaced with worry, he slid to his knees on the floor to gather them into his arms. He saw them flinch away again, whimpering sofly as he gently pulled them into him. His heart broke hearing their little sniffles and shaky breaths. “Shh, don’t be afraid. It’s me. You’re safe. I’m not going to shout again.” He held them for minutes that felt like hours, there on the floor, until they seemed to calm down and finally melt into his touch. They wrapped their arms around him as well, rubbing their wet, tear-streaked face against his jumper-clad chest. “(Y/N), I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”
“W-why?”
Their meek little voice had Wilbur’s heart breaking even more. “I was just frustrated, I do have a lot of work, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, sweetheart. I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have… neglected you, like I’ve been doing lately. I could easily take the night off to spend time with you, or at least not have been so cold… I was just stressed, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I’m not used to having such a loving person with me telling me to take care of myself. But that’s no excuse. I’m sorry for losing my cool. I know how much that hurts you, and I don’t want to scare you, ever.”
“I know. I know you didn’t mean it… it was scary, though.”
“Oh, baby.” Wilbut ducked his head down to their shoulder, laying kisses across their skin. “Can I make it up to you? I’ll spend the rest of the night with you. And tomorrow we’ll do something you like too. Even if I have to do work, you can sit and talk with me.”
“Really?”
“Really. Anything for you, my dear. Again, I’m so sorry. I would never hurt you, or intentionally scare you. I love you.”
(Y/N) snuggled in close to their boyfriend’s chest, finally feeling safe again. They knew he would never hurt them, even if he was frustrated and snapped at them tonight, they could tell he genuinely meant it from his heart that he would never mean to scare them. They trusted Wilbur, and they knew he loved them.
“I love you too, Wilby.”
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cc!georgenotfound x gn!reader
summary: the four times george wanted to kiss you and the one time he did
word count: 1.7k
warnings: fluff, touch of angst
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You knew George well. His mannerisms and the emotions that were always hidden behind nervous laughs and how he liked talking to his friends. Knowing him so well scared him sometimes, it always felt like you knew what he was thinking at all times.
George had moved to Florida less than a month ago. You had known him, Dream, and Sapnap since you were all younger. It was no surprise that you had come to stay with the three boys as soon as George got to America. It was nice to have you around, somehow you were always the person who kept the peace between the three best friends.
George had never known he liked you until he met you in person. The little smile you would give him at random points when you two would make eye contact or when you would always sit in the room with him when he was editing his videos. Things he never noticed about you when the two of you spoke through Discord or over FaceTime.
1 - George goes in for the kiss, thanks for ruining it Sapnap.
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‧₊˚ ꒰ prettiest girl i’ve ever seen ꒱ ‧₊˚
tommyinnit x fem reader
❥ summary : “I’ll give you my number,” I cut him off, finding it cute on how nervous he was. I looked over my shoulder to see my friends were watching our interaction. “You’re sort of the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen- wait what?” He stopped himself after he processed the words I just spoke. I blushed at what he said.
❥ a/n : this was based off this clip and i found it really cute :>
❥ warnings: unhealthy amounts of fluff
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I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips, tipping it over as the warm brown liquid surged down my throat and I hummed in satisfaction. The cup knocked against the table as my eyes flickered around the coffee shop. It was pretty early, sun shined through the windows of the café with everyone getting their first meals of the day.
I was sitting with my two friends, both of them talking about a class they had together as I vaguely listened to them, resting my cheek against the palm of my hand as I looked around the room when my gaze settled on a certain boy two tables away from me.
He was chatting with someone across from him, curly blond hair atop his head and blue eyes wide with joy as he grinned at his friend. The boy appeared to be as of my age, couldn’t be older than eighteen. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I took another sip from the beverage in my hand as I looked away from the boy, not wanting to get caught staring at him.
“Helloo, earth to y/n?” A voice snapped me back to my thoughts and I looked up from the hard wood table we were sitting at. My friend was staring at me, a knowing grin sitting on her face.
“What?” I asked, eyes glancing between my two friends. She discreetly nudged her head towards something behind her as she wiggled her eyebrows.
“The blond back there is staring at you,” She said. I glanced back towards the boy to find him already staring at me and our eyes locked. I quickly looked away and took another sip of my coffee–in what I hope was a casual manner–to cover the blush spreading my cheeks. My eyes widened as my friend turned her head to look at the blond as she smirked.
“He’s pretty cute,” she said, looking at me expectedly. I glared at her before I mumbled, “I suppose.”
She gasped, dramatically placing a hand on her chest as she teased, “You suppose? Damn, he must be really cute then.” I let out a laugh before I shook my head, looking back down at my coffee.
“You should go up to him.” It was my turn to gasp.
“Go up to him? Are you crazy?” I asked, astonished.
“Yeah! What’s the worst that could happen, he’s totally into you!” I shook my head frantically. No no, she’s crazy.
“We have to get going anyway,” I mumbled, “I’ll be late for my part time job.” She rolled her eyes.
“You have like half an hour!” She exclaimed, but I just stared at her. She huffed. “Fine. Let’s go. But don’t come running to me when you die alone with your 50 cats.” I bursted out laughing. The three of us stood up, my friends going to throw away their empty drinks as I collected my bag, I turned around to see the boy staring at me. I smiled at him, his eyebrows raising and his mouth forming into an ‘o’ in surprise as I giggled. I swung my bag over my shoulder, looking back one last time before I walked out the coffee shop.
I stepped out, hearing the bell chime as the door swung open letting the cool Brighton air in as I saw my friends chatting in front of the cafe’s window. I was about to approach them before I heard the bell behind me chime again, along with a “hey!” I turned around, and my eyes were met with a teal jumper, I looked up to see the same blond right before me. Woah he’s tall, I thought.
“Uh… Hi?” I asked, looking at him expectantly. The boy’s eyes widened before he smiled awkwardly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
“Uhm, hi! My name is Tommy, Tom Simons,” he said. I bit my lip to keep myself from grinning. Cute.
“Hey, I’m…y/n,” I said, keeping my hands behind me as I laced my fingers together. We stood looking at each other in silence before Tommy decided to speak up.
“I was wondering if… I could… get your number?” He asked sheepishly. I raised up my eyebrow in amusement. “Well- it’s totally okay if you don’t want to though- you’re just really pretty and I was just-”
“I’ll give you my number,” I cut him off, finding it cute on how nervous he was. I looked over my shoulder to see my friends were watching our interaction.
“You’re sort of the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen- wait what?” He stopped himself after he processed the words I just spoke. I blushed at what he said.
“Prettiest girl you’ve ever seen?” I asked teasingly and bit back a grin at the sight of his face flushing.
“Uhm… Your phone?” I asked, cocking my head to the side and giggling when his eyes widened again before he scrambled for his phone, fingers fuddling with the device as he handed it to me. I took it and put in my number before I handed it back to him, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
“I’ll see you around I guess?” I asked, my heart fluttering when he threw me a boyish smile.
“Yeah! I’ll see you y/n,” he said. His head momentarily whipped back around to grin excitedly at his friend, and I made my way towards my friends.
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⤷ dream x f!reader.
⤷ genre: angst, fluff
⤷ word count: 8.4k
⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!
— summary: dream asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a day. things only seem to go downhill from there.
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I CANNOT WAIT OMG
dance battles | dancer!gnf x dancer!reader
(implied female reader, but they/them pronouns used)
summary: george and y/n are the champion dancers of their company, so when the company wants to expand to compete couples dances, they are the first ones nominated for the job. only problem is, they both hate each other.
trigger warnings: themes of domestic abuse, disordered eating, and workplace sexual assault.
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prologue
y/n is called out of their contemporary rehearsal only to be thrown into a whirlwind of complex rehearsals with the man she hates the most…george davidson.
jive
week one: the jive! kicks and flicks galore, not all of them directed at the dance floor. can y/n and george even bare to be in the same room for more than an hour?
salsa
week 2: the salsa! after the disastrous rehearsals from last week, george and y/n try to be on their best behavior. their chemistry is undeniable, both of them can see that, so they both decide to suck it up for the sake of their careers.
contemporary
week 3: contemporary! specifically a dance that depicts the struggles of domestic abuse, which sends y/n into a spiral. george is tasked with the job of finding out what’s wrong, and saving this weeks dance.
paso doble
week 4: the paso doble! a routine of immense passion and anger, in which george seems to be holding back much to everyone’s surprise…
ballet
week 5 (p1): the ballet. the dreamiest dance of them all…
showstopper
week 5 (p2): the showstopper! a dance jam packed full of action, drama and surprises, much like the state of y/n and george’s lives as they wrap up on their dance season…
extra scenes
bonus
a glimpse into the perspective of george
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headcannon: when they raise their voice at you during an argument for the first time
requested: yes
note; i had to write this request because you guys are strangely addicted to stuff like this
genre: angst to fluff
included: dream, george, sapnap, quackity and karl.
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‧₊˚ ꒰ brownies ꒱ ‧₊˚
wilbur soot x fem!reader [fluff]
❥ summary : y/n and wil do a baking stream together and chat is totally freaking out over how adorable they are with each other
❥ a/n : fr so close to 1k thank you so much guys
❥ warnings: the amount of fluff may cause the heart to melt
masterlist | wilbur soot m.list
I laughed as I aggressively waved around the whisker I was holding, dancing around the kitchen as I sang along to the song blasting from the speakers as I waited for the brownies in the oven to bake. Wilbur was watching me, trying to pull an unimpressed look on his face but I could see the amusement in his eyes.
“This is why I never let y/n in the kitchen by herself chat,” He said as I continued singing along to the song in the background. The kitchen was a mess, flour was everywhere and there were bits of chocolate and cocoa powder all over the counters.
“You are the one that nearly spilled the mix!” I retaliated as I pressed a hand against my chest in faux offense. Truth be told, we could cook, just not doing it together. When the song ended, I looked down at my apron– which had not served its purpose as my shirt was covered in brown brownie mix.
“I need to change,” I said as I furrowed my eyebrows together, trying to untie the apron behind me. I vaguely heard Wil’s voice talking to chat as my fingers fuddled with the strings behind me, unable to find the ends to untie them.
“Can you- Do you need help?” I heard Wil ask. I turned around to see him, feeling myself flush before nodding. I turned around, facing chat, as I felt Wil’s hands carefully untie the knot behind me. My eyes flickered over the messages.
user: i’m melting
user: they are literally soulmates, you CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE!
user: he is literally being so gentle with her ohymgod-
user: i want that.
I felt myself flush even redder as I read the comments, turning around when I felt the apron come loose. I smiled up at him, biting my lip when I saw his face was stretched into an adorable grin. I watched as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine in a short kiss, my eyes fluttering close before we pulled away.
user: I AM SO LONELY
user: THEY ARE SO CUTE SDFHAKWEHF
user: LOOK AT HOW SOFT HE IS FOR HERRR!!!!!!
I turned around and went to go change, Wil continuing with the stream as his voice faded away as I walked into my room, softly shutting the door.
After I had changed and fixed my appearance, I made my way back to the kitchen smiling softly when I heard Wil quietly singing along to my favorite song. Wil had spotted me by the doorway when he walked towards me, pulling me back to the stream and turned me around to face the camera. I looked at the laptop where the chat was, feeling Wil wrap his arms around my waist and swayed us from side to side.
“Chat, this is y/n’s favorite song,” I heard Wil say, resting his chin on the top of my head. I nodded in confirmation before an idea struck in my head. I turned around, offering my hand to him as I mockingly bowed.
“May I have this dance?” I asked in an overly poshed voice, causing Wil to laugh. I grinned as he took my hand, immediately twirling me around as I giggled. The next few minutes were just Wil and I gliding around our kitchen, Wil guiding me around the counter as I tripped on my own feet.
When the song finally came to an end, we both burst out laughing, Wil turning towards the chat with his hand still grasped in mine.
user: THE WILBUR AND Y/N CONTENT TODAY RTOYEOLDKFCMN
user: THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER <333
user: where do i sign up for this shit
“Okay, I think that’s enough dancing for today,” I breathed out, placing a hand on my chest when I heard the timer go off. I perked up and turned to Wil, a grin on my face.
“THE BROWNIES!” I exclaimed as I rushed towards the mittens, quickly slipping them on as I opened the oven and took the brownies out.
“Careful love,” I heard Wil say. I placed the brownies on the counter and took off the mittens.
“Look, chat! We finished the brownies! They don’t look half bad, yeah?” I said as I gestured towards the brownies with both my hands, turning to Wil to find him already looking at me with a fond smile on his face.
“You’re so cute y/n,” I heard him mumble before he shook his head, making my face flush.
masterlist | wilbur soot m.list
#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot imagines#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur soot x you#wilbur x reader#wilbur fluff#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x y/n
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00. dance battles | prologue
pairing: dancer!gnf x dancer!reader (implied female reader, but they/them pronouns used)
summary: y/n, the star dancer of the dance academy they dance at, gets pulled out of a contemporary rehearsal only to learn that they are being thrown into a five week intensive rehearsal process with their worst nightmare; george davidson.
word count: 1.3k
cw: swearing
saturday dance rehearsals were everyone’s least favourite. they were excruciatingly long, from eight o’clock in the morning extending all the way until five-thirty at night. it was the longest day each of the dancers at the hyde academy for dance, and it was also the day that group routines were choreographed. it was absolutely mandatory.
group rehearsals had its ups and downs for you. one of the good things about group rehearsals was that you would get to see tina, and that after these rehearsals, the two of you would go back to tina’s flat, eat takeaway food and dissect everything that had just happened in that rehearsal. it was the highlight of your week.
a not so great thing about group rehearsals was having to deal with the boys, half of them not even possessing so much as an ounce of talent in their bodies. and yet despite this, they were the most pretentious, cocky bastards you had ever come across.
however the absolute worst of them all, you hated to admit, was the best male dance in the company. you couldn’t even attribute it to be the best of a bad batch, unfortunately he was actually good. and the worst part was that he knew it.
of course, we’re talking about george davidson.
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