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I just want them to be happy together 💕
#oh my god I’m doing Hazbin Hotel fanart???? yes#huskerdust#has my literal fecking HEART#I wil not shut up im sorry#hazbin hotel#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin angel dust
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Here to say that i've started Beyond Evil (currently on ep 3) and i will be insane about it i can already feel it
#so sorry everyone#i will NOT shut up about it once im done#might even make posts during my watchthrough#also the posts wil lbe tagged with the following#beyond evil#kdrama#<thats it#if you wanna block tags there you go#aiden originals
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Can I request a Trent Alexander Arnold x reader gf! Trent goes to Milano fashion week & surprises his gf with a ticket for her since her birthday is coming up soon (inspo is bc my birthday is Wednesdays lolz). This trip is big for them since they’re not super public since she’s just a uni girl but one things for sure is that they’re in love & Trent want to takes the next step with her & asks her to move in with him.
HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY BABY🎊
Surprise ~ TAA66
Warnings ~ none just fluff
A/N ~ this is super cute and I wrote this at 12am so bear with me, also didn’t have the energy to write about the actual show or whatever you want to call it.☹️☹️ sorry.
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Your we’re currently on your way to your boyfriends house, he had said he wanted to send the day with you before he leaves for Milan in a couple days. He and his brother Marcel going together.
You got to his house, locking your car and walking up to the door. You walk in taking your shoes and coat off. “Baby I’m here” you shout out into the house. “Hey baby” he says walking over to you in grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. “Missed you” he said hugging you. “Missed you too baby” you said rubbing his back up and down. “Trent man I know you miss you girlfriend mate but we’re playing the game” his brother Marcel shouted from the living room. Trent rolls his eyes at you. “Marcel shut up, just mad you don’t have a girlfriend” he said walking with you back to the living room. “Hi Marcel” you said with a little wave. “Hi y/n” he said with a nod.
You sat next to Trent cuddled into his side watching him and Marcel playing the game and scrolling on your phone. “Alright im gonna go take a shower and we can play after if you want” marcel said setting the controller down. “Yeah sure” Trent said setting his down as well. Marcel walked up the stairs and to the guest room.
“Okay I’m sorry baby my attention is all on you” Trent said kissing your head and watching your phone. “I’m gonna miss you while you’re in Milan” you said closing your phone and looking up at him. “I’m about that” he said with a look. “What did you do trent” you asked knowing he did something. “I got an extra ticket if you want to come, I know your birthday is coming up and I want it to be a surprise/birthday present, and I know we haven’t gone public but we can make up something if rumors start, I just want you to come with me, even if you don’t go to the sho-“ he started rambling. “Trent of course I’ll go with you, plus I’ve been meaning to tell you I’ve wanted to go public” you said with a smile.
“Perfect, I’m glad you agreed to come with me, so when you go home later pack clothes and come back tomorrow and you can spend the night so we can leave in the morning” he said. “Sounds perfect baby, can’t wait to see you in all these different outfits” you said with a smile. “I forgot to ask how uni has been, how’d you do on your exams” he asked as he softly ran his hand up and down your arm. “I passed all my exams, I thought I was gonna fail at least one but I didn’t” you said with a smile. “My smart girl” he said giving you a kiss.
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Trent, you, and Marcel just arrived in Milan. Currently heading to your hotel you’d be staying at for the next couple days. “I’ve always wanted to visit Milan, so beautiful” you said looking out the car window. “Beautiful like you” Trent said kissing the side of your head. “Gross” Marcel said with a fake gag. Leading Trent to smack his arm lightly.
You and trent signed into the hotel while Marcel went out to adventure. You and Trent go up to your room, placing your bags on the floor and throwing Marcels on his bed. You plop yours and Trent’s bed, tired from the jet lag. “Can we take a quick nap” you asked Trent, he looks at the time and sees that you both don’t anywhere for a while. He quickly texts Marcel saying what room number were in and that you and him are taking a nap.
“Before we do though I have a question” he said laying next to you. “What is it” you asked. “Will you move in with me, we’ve been dating a little over a year, it’s your last year at uni, and the apartment you have is just enough for you, and I’m ready for this next step” he said slightly nervous. “Of course I’ll move in with you Trent, I’d be the best thing” you said kissing his forehead,then his nose, then his lips. “Now let’s take that nap” he said closing his eyes cuddling closer. “This is the best birthday present ever by the way” you say before also drifting off to sleep.
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#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander x you#trent alexander arnold smau#trent alexander arnold fluff#trent alexander arnold blurb#trent alexander arnold x reader#trent aa#trent alexander imagines#judes-hoe😚
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Bruised
part 3
summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.
warnings:18+ (all parts), sex, getting caught, love, pet names, language, alcohol, smoking, pregnancy
”come, let’s go home” Eddie look down at you with soft eyes, you could see them because of the bright moon light.
“That guy is a asshole” you huff and look at your feet.
“tell me about it..” Eddie sighs and sits next to you.
“what do you mean?” You look at him again.
“he used to bully me and the guys back in high school, like spit in our lunch, put things on our lockers, bumb us against the lockers and he even stole things”
“I’m sorry for that Eds” you lay your head on his shoulder, you’re exhausted.
“You’re tired aren’t you?”
“mhm..”you nod.
“I’ll walk you to the van already then I’ll get the boys” he gets up and helps you after, you both walk to the van and you wait there for him to come back with the others.
—2 days later—
“so why you think you can work hire?” The boss of the coffee shop asks.
“I’m very friendly to people, I’m really patient and I can handle mad people” you nod agreeing with yourself.
“hmm… alright tomorrow wil be your first work day” he said. “What’s your size?”
“normally a medium but it will be a couple sizes bigger because of the baby”
“uhh.. let me look for you” he gets up from the chair and walks somewhere. You sit in the little office, you can’t belive you just got a proper job.
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“got the biggest one” The man gives it to you, it was not the most ugly outfit. You take it and get up.
“I’ll pay you some more for the baby then, deal?”
“deal” you nod and shake his hand.
“see you tomorrow” he smiles.
“bye bye!” You wave and walk out of the building, heading to Eddies van. You get in meeting Eddies exited face.
“and?” He says.
“I got a job!” You smiles.
“I told you, congratulations” Eddie smiles. “I got something else while you were gone”
“Thanks and what is that?”
“this….” Eddie pulls his shirt up showing nipple rings.
“no fucking way” you gasp “I just know that hurts so much dude, they suite you tho” you look at it.
“Yeah? You like it?” He puts his shirt down.
“Love it” you nod.
“Don’t tell my uncle tho” He chuckles while starting the van.
“You think he’ll be mad?” You look at him still.
“possible” he nods.
“Ill keep my mouth shut” You and Eddies relationship what’s difficult, sometimes he calls you sweetheart or other things but he also said you’re like a sister to him, you didn’t have sex since that night, ofcourse you wanted to, he was the best you had but you two were just busy.
“I can’t wait for Christmas” you say looking at the road.
“You like Christmas?”
“It gives me happy memories with my parents, we used to go to the mall to eat stuff and that same night we’d have dinner together and unpack presents” you smile thinking about the memories.
“You miss that.?”
“I miss it really much” you nod.
“Im sorry, i miss Christmas with my mom too, Alan would never give me presents but my mom always gave us something little”
“I hope i can afford a big present every year for the little one”
“A little thing is okay too, it’s just.. the little things mean the most” Eddie shows a ring on his necklace.
“Your mom gave it to you?”
“Yes but it doesn’t fit anymore” he looks at it.
“I bet your mom was a nice and gorgeous woman” you smile.
“she was” he nods, you sat in silence in the car when you suddenly spot something.
“should we get a Christmas three?” You smile.
“I don’t really have money for that right he now, I’m sorry..”
“o thats fine, sorry for asking”
“You don’t have to be sorry” He smiles and kisses your hand.
— 2 hours later —
You hum while cooking dinner and suddenly two arms wrap around your hip.
“hey Eddie” you smile. “are you nervous?”
“yes, I can’t play it right I’m fucking it up all the time” he sighs. Corroded coffin has a Christmas gig somewhere at a bar tomorrow and Eddie is atleast an hour in his room busy with practicing.
“You gonna be great” you smile.
“Yes thank you but I’ll finish dinner you can take a bath”
“okay” you kiss his cheek and walk over to the bathroom.
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After you took a bath you put bodylotion all over your body, you just shaved (this was probably the last time you could reach because of the babybumb) hoping you could make some love to Eddie tonight.
After you did you put on your pjs Eddie got matching ones for you and him that looked so adorable. You walk out of the bathroom to the kitchen again Eddie puts dinner on the table, Wayne is on a date with some woman so you and Eddie eat alone.
“you smell good” Eddie smiles while sitting down and you sit down too.
“thank you Eds” you smile and start eating.
“you have a very gorgeous smile you know that?”
“you have too, your smile makes me happy” you tell.
“Really?” He blushes a little.
“reaaaally” you nod.
“how nice of you” he eats too.
—after dinner—
You walks outside to Eddie and he’s smoking on a wooden chair. You sit on the one next to him and you watch him smoke when suddenly that terrible smell hits.
“ew.. weed?” You chuckle.
“mhmmm” he lays his hand on your leg.
“You smoke weed often, hm?” You just say it in a flirty way.
“Yeah” he nods “it’s chill”
“Every day?”
“mostly yes, twice a day” he nods circling his finger over your leg. You bit your lip looking at him.
“having plans for tonight?”
“And why are you asking?” He smirks.
“just interested” you smirk back. He nods looking down while thinking for a second, you didn’t look away and when he looks up again you had eye contact.
“fuck it” he mumbles and pulls you in for a kiss. Your heart was racing ofcourse it’s not the first time but still, you love him. He kisses softly but with a combination of needy. He lays his hand in your neck pulling you in even closer. You kiss him deeper and more personally. Eddie pulls away and looks at you.
“go inside it’s cold” he smirks.
“I guess I just wait in your room then” you wink while getting up.
“Oh yeah?” He smirks.
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When he closes the door he immediately pushes you against it kissing you rough and hard. He pushes his boner against your thighs.
“mmmh, so gorgeous” Eddie rubs your belly and continues with kissing your neck. You look up to make that more easy for him to do. He pulls away and takes his shirt off and wanted to continue but you were quickly enough to kiss his neck. He puts his hand under your shirt unclipping your bra already.
He takes it off and throws it somewhere in the room. Now his hands were on your boobs squeezing and rubbing them slowly, it hand my moaning against his neck every time he touches your sensitive nipples. You suck a couple bruises in his neck, some where darker then the others but the looked hot.
“let me..” Eddie grabs the hem of your shirt and you help him with taking it off. “God..” he picks you up after admiring your beautiful body and gently lays you down on his bed. He kisses your boobs and up to your neck leaving hickeys all over your chest and neck.
“need you” you whisper while playing with his hair.
“i know…” Eddie starts taking his jeans off and your sweatpants. You wore your prettiest pair of panties and he smirks while seeing them. “I love these” he kisses your belly. “Look how wet you are”
“For you..” you silently say.
“Im hard for you.” He smirks taking off his boxers and taking himself in his hand.
“i see, such a big cock Eddie” you say biting your lip. Eddie seems to not expect those words coming out of your mouth.
“that was so hot.” He bites his bottom lip and grabs your panties. “Gonna make love to your perfect body, doll” Eddie says while going with a finger through your folds.
“n-no” you stutter after a moan leaves your mouth.
“don’t want me to.?”
“your dick Eddie..” you whine.
“I’m not really a big fan of just-… pushing inside I’m scared to hurt you baby” he strokes himself.
“please” you take his hand.
“Okay…” He jerks himself up a couple times and lines up and after that he slowly pushes through you soaking hole. “What pose baby?”
“L-lay..” you moan when he’s still trying to push his cock inside of you. “Hire..” you say out of breath.
“you want to ride me?” He looks confused.
“n-no” you groan.
“okay…” Eddie carefully lays infrond of you still having his big cock halfway inside of you. “Like this.?”
“y-yeah” you nod with your eyes closed and you lay your leg over his hip. Eddie seems to understand what you were trying and he lays a hand on your back and pulls you closer.
“You feel so wet and warm” he whispers while he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you, when he’s inside he doesn’t even go halfway he doesn’t wanna hurt you. The sound of his moans and your soft whimpers together turn you on so bad.
“Touch you.?” You ask silently.
“O-ofcourse” he takes your hand and lays it on his hip, you didn’t notice the tattoos last time, he has a skull, spider, snake and a dragon on his chest, stars, roses, bats, another dragon, Iron Maiden, guitar, tiger, and much more on his arms. They all fit him so well, you go with your hands slowly over his body and tattoos. You look further down at a tattoo on his belly with the text, suck it. You look back up at his face again and he was already looking at you. He had a hand on your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss. It was messy with teeth and tongues together.
Eddie slides a hand down and lays it on your ass to move your hips with the rhymn of his, the string in your belly is about to snap already. He squeezes your ass and kisses your throat, that sends you over the edge and has you spilling your load all over his dick.
“Good girl-… g-gona… fuck-“ he cums inside of you. You moan and sit up taking his dick out of you carefully.
“W-what are you gonna do.?” Eddie looks at you with half lidden eyes.
“relax” you whisper while grabbing his cock and stroking him, he let out a groan and he started to become hard again. You start to jerk of he buckles his hips up and starts fucking your fist. “Be patient” you giggle and you slowly push his hips back down.
“S-so good baby.. so g-good fme” he mumbles. You slowly bend over and take his tip in your mouth, he absolutely didn’t want expected that from you, he buckled his hips up again and you pull away.
“Sorry, you don’t want it.?” You look at him while taking your hands off him. He takes your hand calming you down.
“hey, its fine not gonna hurt you remember? And yes I would love a blow job from you.” He kisses your hand and lay back down.
“Thank you..” you whisper before kissing his tip again. You never felt so safe around a dude, you believe Eddie is the one for you. Taking his tip in your mouth had Eddie moaning your name, that was definitely the most sexiest thing you ever heard.
Eddie lays a hand on your ass and looks at you sucking his dick. You pull away kissing down to his balls and you take one in your mouth sucking on it while jerking him off.
“holy-“ he moans. You take the other one in your mouth now still jerking him off, you use your tongue while sucking. Then you slowly kiss up to his tip and now you take more length in your mout bobbing your head up and down. Eddie looks at your lips wrapped around his hard cock. He wishes he could keep looking but his eyes keep falling shut.
You take more and more of him until he hits the back of your throat. You continue taking him further but you couldn’t help but gag. That eventually send Eddie over the edge and he loads his cum down your throat. Eddie had kind of zoned out so you sit back on your knees and start fingering yourself slowly. That’s what you always do while giving man a blowjob or after it.
“don’t touch yourself.” Eddie his arms came your way and you were quick enough to look away waiting for the hit and hurt that never came. You slowly look back at him and he looks at you with big eyes. “I’m sorry… fuck…fuck” he sits up and pulls you on his lap carefully. He rubs your back, kisses your head and kinda treats you like a baby. “I keep scaring you and I hate it.”
“its fine” you say softly, you are safe on his lap and he’s actually comforting you.
“no its not baby...” it was silent for a moment.
“I love you” you whisper.
“hm?” Eddie wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly.
“love you..” you say shyly. Eddies heart is racing and he puts a finger under his chin and make him look up at you.
“I love you back.” He smiles and kisses you softy.
—later that night—
“You look so hot while you riding me” he groans. You and Eddie are having sex for god knows how long. It just keeps going because after every round you look each other in the eyes and start making out again and you know how it ends up. You had five round and six organisms. You tried so many poses but there are also so much to still try.
“I love you” you lean down at kiss him again he kisses back while playing with your nipples.
“does it still feel good for you.?” He had ask that already a few times he just want to make sure you were okay.
“s-so good” you nod leaning up again bouncing harder on his cock, your big tits are bouncing and Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off them. He leans up to kiss them and….
“hey Eddie i-…” Wayne walks in… his eyes staring at the two of you Eddie quickly wraps the blanket around you and he gets up putting his boxers on.
“We need to talk.” He walks back into the living room slamming the door shut. It was completely silent in the room, Eddie is putting his clothes on and he walks out. You sit nervously on the bed thinking he was mad at you but not much later he walks back into the room with a towel.
“sorry” he mumbles while pulling the blanket off you and cleaning you up really carefully taking the time for it.
“Im sorry too” you whisper while you look at him. He gives you a kiss on your cheek and gives you fresh panties and your pyjamas back. You smile a little and put it on.
“don’t worry I’ll talk for us” he takes your hand and walks to the living room, you just follow him like a lost puppy. You both sit down on the couch in silence.
“so what is this Edward?” Wayne looks at him.
“like you saw. We were having sex”
“are you paying her for it?” He asks.
“no, we are in love.. atleast im really in love with her.” You couldn’t help but smile a little bit.
“If you don’t stop this you need to get out in a week.” Wayne looks mad.
“Okay sir, I’m sorry.” You look down at your feet and Eddie rubs your back.
“are you serious Wayne?” Eddie looks mad too now.
“Good night.” Wayne gets up and walks into his bedroom.
“asshole” Eddie mumbles and huffs while Wayne closed the door.
“I understand him, I mean… I’m a slut”
“you aren’t, you were and it was not even really your fault” he kisses your head and gets up walking to the kitchen. “water?”
“oh uh, yes” you nod, was this a good idea? Maybe you should just go already, you don’t want cause any problems between Eddie and Wayne.
“What’s going around in that pretty head of yours” he kisses your head and gives your water.
“Do you really love me?” You look up at him taking take glass.
“really.” He nods sitting down next to you.
“then I have to get out in a week” you lay your head on his shoulder.
“no you don’t, if you do, I’ll go with you” he starts rubbing your side.
“maybe we can buy our own trailer when I work really hard for it”
“first you gonna buy baby stuff” Eddie smiles.
“Right” you nod taking a sip of your water and putting it back on the table, Eddie smiles and kissses the side of your face multiple times.
“Eddie stop” you giggle “it tickles”
“come hire” he picks you up and walks over to his room. “Don’t wanna be tired on your first work day”
“You’re right” you give him a little pec.
“that’s what i thought” he nods and lays you down on your side putting the blanket over you.
“stop kicking, silly” you smile looking down at your baby bumb. Eddie takes your pants off and you’re sleeping in the shirt. “Thank you”
“don’t thank me sweetheart” Eddie turns the light off and lays down next to you. You turn around with a smirk. “Oh no” Eddie chuckles.
“No I was just thinking.. you should get a coffee tomorrow” you look at him.
“I will, when me and the boys are practicing in the morning we’ll get a coffee, alright?” He kisses your forehead.
“thanks” you cuddle him and he cuddles back. “Do you have a boner?”
“I hoped you didn’t notice”
“I would do something about it but your uncle will kill me”
“I can’t be silent… as you know so probably not a good idea” he chuckles.
—the next morning—
Eddie cooked breakfast for you and Wayne, you ate together in silence, when you showered and were dressed up in your work uniform Eddie laughed at you. The two of you kissed goodbye (secretly) and there you were.. at your work.
“oh hey you must be new girl?” A girl with short blond hair asks randomly.
“Am I late?” You smile.
“no, don’t worry, I’m Jade” she leads you the way to the back and explains how you need to make to coffees with the first couple of customers. She was really friendly.
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“you think you can do it alone now?”
“I guess” you chuckle.
“good luck, I’ll be right next to you take other orders so if you need help I’m hire” she smiles.
“thanks” you nod, you turn your head to a customer that walks into the shop.
“good morning, what can I get for you?”
“hey, I’ll just get a coffee with caramel” She says.
“Small, medium or large?”
“medium”
“And just the regular milk?” You look at her.
“yes please.”
“Okay, was that everything?”
“uhh can i have a cookie too?”
“the chocolate, vanilla or red velvet?” You look at the ones she’s pointing at.
“Just the vanilla, and that was everything”
“okay, that is…7,70 dollar” you look at her, she nods giving the money. You count it and put it in the cash desk.
“okay you have order numberrr… 17 well let you notice if its done.” You smile giving her the receipt. She takes it with a smile.
“thanks” she walks off and sits down. You grab a cup making the coffee ready.
“you did great” Jade smiles.
“you think so?”
“I know so.” She nods making her own order ready. You mix the caramel and milk through the coffee and up the lid from the cup on it and you add a straw. You walk to the cookies and you get the vanilla one putting it in a bag.
“order number 17?” You look around.
“yes thank you” the woman takes it.
“have a nice day”
“same for you” you smile.
—2 hours later —
You met two other of your coworkers, Jake and Grace, they are also really nice. You and Jade are having a lunch break, you’re just eating a sandwich and drinking some water.
“so how you got pregnant?” She asks with her mouth full.
“oh that’s a long story, something with my old job” you smile.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“sure, I used to be a sex worker, and well as you see not everyone uses a condom..” you shrug your shoulders.
“no way, that’s such a shame, are you not on birth control?”
“no, my parents both died and well, I’m not like… rich..” you chuckle.
“well I bet it’s much better working hire then”
“absolutely” you nod. “Without Eddie I could have never do this.”
“Who’s Eddie?”
“He’s my boyfriend, since yesterday, but the guy who got me pregnant was kinda… a dick” you chuckle “turns out to be his dad and he’s a criminal and just shot me, because I actually got pregnant and Eddie kinda saved my life, now I’m living it’s him and his uncle in a trailer.” You explain
“He shot you?”
“yep, it hurted like a bitch, but baby is still alive” you look down at your bumb.
“to be honest I would love to be friends with you, you seem like a very nice person to me” she smiles.
“thank you, i would love to be friends with you too”
“y/n?” Jake asks walking in.
“Oh yeah?” You turn around.
“Some guy long hair is asking for you” he shrugs his shoulders.
“Okay tell him I’ll be there in a moment” you smile and Jake nods walking off “speaking of the devil, Eddie is hire” you get up taking your last sip of water.
“Long hair huh? Rockstar?”
“he plays in a band” you nod.
“Cool I wanna see him” she gets up walking behind you. You look around seeing Eddie brighten up as he sees you.
“hey sir can i get you something” you joke.
“Yes ma’am, I would like four coffees”
“normal ones?”
“just give us the best” he lean against the wall.
“alright, something else?”
“Your number” he jokes.
“Well its the same as yours sooo” you smile.
“okay okay”
“give him a free cookie” Jade interrupts.
“you can give him a free cookie, I don’t wanna get fired on my first day.
“okay, hire” she gives a heart shaped cookie. “Act like she gave it herself”
“I will, thank you” Eddie chuckled.
“That’s gonna be 18,71 dollar” you look at him. “you have order number 67 by the way.”
“Hire, you can keep the rest” Eddie gives 20 dollars and walks back to his band mates. You wave at them and they wave back and Gareth points at you and Eddie then does an impression of a moan while having sex.
“he’s childish”Jade looks at him.
“I know right” your roll your eyes.
“he’s kinda cute tho” she smiles.
“he’s Gareth, Drummer” you smile while making the four coffees ready Jade helps you.
“he’s cool, uhh what kind of coffee?”
“mixed with white chocolate and sugar, they can use some for tonight”
“they doing a performance?”
“yes” you nod while adding a few pumps of a white chocolate flavored mixture in two of them and Jade does the other two. You mix sugar in it too and put the lit on it, adding the straws.
“number 67” you smile looking at Eddie while Jade bring the other two. Eddie and Jeff get up to get the coffees.
“what is it?” Jeff looks at it.
“White chocolate” you smile handing them. Eddie smiles taking two and Jeff does the same.
“sounds really good, thanks sweetheart” Eddie smiles.
“Wait I want a hug before you go” you walks around to Eddie.
“come hire then” Eddie wraps his arms around you carefully not to spill any coffee on you, you hug him back with a smile.
“success with practicing you guys” you look at the rest, pulling away from the hug.
“thanks” Gareth smiles.
“thank you” Eddie waves and they all walk out.
—later that day on 8 pm—
you’re in Mary Harrington her room, you two called a couple times and Eddie told you could bring a friend if you wanted too. So now you’re wearing a pretty silvery glitter dress.
“that looks really pretty on you y/n, i should wear it” Mary stands behind you in the mirror she found some old clothes from her mom when she was pregnant.
“Is your mom okay with it?” You look at her.
“mhm, you can even ask it again, she is okay with it” she smiles. “And you should put on this shoes” she shows dr martens. “And are you wearing pretty panties, Eddie is definitely gonna fuck you.” She smirks.
“Shut up” you giggle.
“hire” she puts a necklace around your neck. “Can I do your makeup?”
“Sure” you look at the neckle with a smile.
“sit down” she points at the chair behind you.
“okay” you nod sitting down on the chair.
“uhhh, let’s start with this” she puts something on your face and spreads it out with her hands. She grabs concealer and puts it under your eyes and nose. “I’m not gonna use too much cause you’re already pretty”
“Thanks sweety” you chuckle. She smiles while blending it out.
“so tell me about dating Eddie”
“So I had my first work day today and he came to get a coffee with the band specially for me” you smile.
“what did you make him”
“I guess it was one with white chocolate”
“those are good, i will definitely go there any time” she smiles too.
“fine by me, i work everyday except for the weekend”
“how many hours a day?”
“seven”
“it seems like a fun job” she puts on some pouder and blush.
“it is except for those bitchy customers with a attitude” you laugh.
“I can imagine” she does your eyeliner and mascara.
“How is your boyfriend?”
“good, he is on vacation with his parents now” she grabs a red lipstick and puts it on.
“fun, you’re done?”
“yep” you look into the mirror with a smile, she actually made you look pretty, you’re sure Eddie is gonna love it.
“wait” she adds some glittery black eyeshadow. “Better”
“I love it thank you”
“now let’s go” she grabs her bag and you get up, ready to go see Eddie play with his band.
Hay Hay, i probably will not post anything before Christmas anymore so happy holidays 🫶🏻🎄
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#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#mom!reader#sex worker#whor3
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also a thing for you if you ever want to ramble about hw- what's emu's story for this? how did she get into illustration, and how did she meet the troupe?
RAUGH I ALWAYS WANT TO RAMBLE AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS TY FOR ASKING!!!! also took a while this time my bad man. the route my bus takes has very very shit internet so i couldn’t continue my draft during my ride 💔
anywayyy. good lord this is fucking long. im sorry.
for emu, i’m still figuring stuff out with her, but i’ve been thinking about her a lot more recently, and so far what i’ve got is that she has a little bundle of issues including grief over her grandpa, toxic positivity and not letting herself feel negative emotions properly, some internalized hatred of herself and how childish she is following an argument w shosuke, and generally feeling kinda lost, like the rest of hw, after wonder stage closed bc she doesn’t know what to do w/o shows. yknow.
so like. she still has her whole thing w/ her grandpa. and she while she wasn’t doing the *best* she wasn’t doing that bad in the mental health department. still wasn’t letting herself like. grieve properly. but she wasn’t the worst. she performed a lot on wonder stage and knew that the stage was in danger of being closed down, so she tried really hard to keep it from happening. but the actors for wonder stage began to leave as time went on and the ones who stayed didn’t really get why she was so persistent in keeping this stage open when the others in the park were better and shit. and she didn’t have much help. so unfortunately despite her best efforts wonder stage was kinda doomed for closure. butttt she’s not giving up yet. so she tries to convince her brothers to not close it, or at least to just give her some more time. which Does Not Go Well. shosuke gets real frustrated with her and starts yelling and shit. and while keisuke shuts him down once he gets too heated. well. it’s kinda too late. with what he said about her being childish and demanding that she just grow up already and stuff like that, my girl takes that to heart. and then with the official closure of wonder stage…yeah…she’s not doing the best…
emu’s grief here is made worse w/ the wonder stage closure. cause like. that was her and her grandpa’s favorite stage. girl feels like she failed him. she loved that stage. she loved doing shows there. it was something she had to remind her of her grandpa. and now it’s closed. :(
since then she’s been. different. like it’s just barely noticeable to a lot of people but she’s definitely changed. she smiles and acts cheery and seems like her usual self but like. her smile isn’t quite the same. she’s not quite as talkative. she avoids her brothers a lot more. and her brothers have noticed btw and they both feel AWFUL. especially shosuke. they done fucked up and they know it.
also like technically she could keep doing shows, after all theres the other stages in pheonix wonderland, and she has experience in doing shows + is related to the people who literally own the place so it wouldn’t be hard for her to join one of those stages. but she doesn’t bc after all that, she thinks her goal of just wanting to bring smiles to people is childish. shows make her so so happy but she thinks it’s immature and naive of her to still want to pursue that, especially considering she failed last time. it’s a silly and childish path to pursue, and she needs to pull her head out of the clouds and grow up already, like her brother says. so despite loving shows with all her heart, she gives up on doing them. but since shows are so important to her, she doesn’t rlly know what to do without them, so that’s where that feeling lost stuff comes in. yknow.
for her art, i just think she enjoyed art in general, and with her grief and the wonder stage closure it helped her cope. i have a very specific idea in my head of her style. but i cant remember the artist here on tumblr that i think she does art like. if i can remember their name i will though. i might actually do a post dedicated to what i think her art style is like….
not set in stone just yet, but what i’m thinking for the original meet up is that she meets nene first. nene does music and emu finds it, and it gives her some inspiration for some art. she posts it and credits nene’s music as what inspired her, and nene is so fucking honored. through some light encouragement from rui nene gets the courage to dm emu to tell her thank you, and they start chatting!! they get along pretty well and emu starts making art for nene’s music. eventually rui has the idea to start animating them, so they can make music videos for the songs, and boom hw gets its beginnings online.
this happens before wonder stage closure btw. when it does close, emu disappears from their group chat for a bit. she comes back like nothing happens and while she doesn’t tell them what happened, they both notice she doesn’t talk about what shows shes doing anymore, or shows in general. nene and rui are both very sad at this btw. seeing emu have so much love for shows and be able to talk about them like she did was really nice, so to see her stop with that and seemingly not enjoying shows anymore after something happened, just like they did, it sucks. :(
anyway i think my timeline is like. during nene’s last year of middle school when she transfers to home schooling, she starts doing music -> everything i just mentioned here happens -> eventually they meet tsukasa, and he joins the group -> hollow ☆ wonderland does its thing as a group for a while -> main story shit happens. yeah. 👍
uhhhh. dear god i’m so bad at explaining my thoughst. augh. i hope this made some amount of sense. and that i wasn’t too repetitive lsajdkhfgyfdhsj. anyway miscellaneous emu thingies now.
like i mentioned, wonder stage hasn’t been replaced yet, it’s just closed down and sectioned off. so emu still visits it all the time. there is nothing being done to maintain it. so it is absolutely unsafe. but does emu care. no. girlie wants to disappear and while she’s not *planning* on dying, if she had to die anywhere she wouldn’t mind if it was at wonder stage. she draws there a lot.
a lot of her drawings are traditional!! with lots of bright colors and crayons and colored pencils. she has lots of fun drawing.
this applies to non-au emu as well but she has gifted stickers to all her friends. nene’s synthesizer is covered in them.
wonder stage was closed off at sunset. btw. just to give her another reason to hate sunsets.
#asks#hollow ☆ wonderland#i dont have as many miscellaneous things for her unfortunately. i am thinking stuff up though#jesus fucking christ this is long#oh my god#im unwell about them all if you couldn’t tell. dear lord.
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i have a silly little dad!bur angst things that i wrote in ten minutes that is entirely self indulgent (but like, everything in this is just me recalling what has happened to me) don’t call cps.
you had covered your daughters ears and eyes as soon as wilbur started to raise his voice. it had started when you had asked him to keep her warm while you put your phone on charge and tucked yourself in, but he flat out refused to comply.
now here you are, in a shouting match with your husband because he can’t keep his end of the deal in line.
“you leave me and your daughter at home all day! you left me and her to have breakfast by ourselves, left us to have lunch by ourselves, left us to have dinner by ourselves, left us to do everything around the house so you didn’t crack a mickey when you got home! and what was your excuse! i have band practice! christ, wil! band rehearsal was finished at lunch, but you were too busy jerking off with the band to realise your family is at home!”
“what! what do you mean! i texted you saying band rehearsal was going to be a little bit longer because there was a miscommunication! you said ‘okay, that’s fine’! i had some lunch with the boys because we got hungry and then i came home and laid down because i was tired! you asked me if i wanted dinner and i said that i wasn’t hungry because of lunch! you have a problem with everything!”
“all i want is to not be a repeat of my mum and for you to not be a repeat of my dad! i don’t want to be the mentally unstable mum with a heart condition at 33, left to look after her kids 4 days out of 7 while you are prioritising music over your family! i don’t want you to become the work obsessed dad who had shitty mental health because he barely saw his kids that i had! i want our daughter to have a good childhood, that was nothing like ours, and to actually have a family that loves her! i don’t want her to have the mum that throws shit around the house, that breaks wooden spoons over the stove, that has random mental breakdowns over nothing that leaves her daughter sobbing in her room, that throws boxes of cd’s and other things that she values at her daughter to ‘teach her a lesson’! i don’t want her to have the dad that is constantly in his room, playing games, that complains when his children want something because they don’t have enough underwear or shirts even though he has thousands of dollars, that strives to make his daughter as uncomfortable in herself as he can when he knows she hates her body, that has shut mental health and doesn’t talk to anyone, that has a creepy, pedophile dad and gladly leaves his daughter alone in a room with him! i don’t want her to have withdrawn parents!”
you paused your arguing, seeing wilbur looking distant or zoned out.
“are you even listening! numbnut! are you paying attention!” you shouted.
he didn’t reply, just pawed at your his sweater, attempting to get you to lay down. seething with anger only moments ago, you slowly let yourself relax into his hold.
“my love, please calm down. she won’t have your parents or my parents. i’m sure we’ve both made it clear with each other that we are not going to give her what our parents gave us. we’ve both decided long before this moment that we are going to be the best parents she could have ever asked for. i’m sorry for being so distant and away from you both, but i love my baby’s dearly. i love the one that will gladly wrap me in their arms as soon as soon as i come home from anywhere, and i love the one that cries in the middle of the night that i will always get up to take care of. i love you both so much, and id never even spare the thought of being a bad parents a glance. please understand what im saying, sweetheart.”
“okay.”
you relaxed into his chest, your daughter swaddled in the blankets and cradled against your chest. wilbur watched closely as your breathing slowly came to an even pace and made sure your face was peaceful before manoeuvring your daughter out of your arms and making sure she gets all the love she could ever ask for.
This makes me want to cry
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lee!Wil and ler!tommy for 20? idk sorry-
ANOTHER WILBUR AND TOMMY? IM BEING SPOILED I STG I LOVE YOU TOO💕💕
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“I’ve met him, chat. He’s 6’1 at most, don’t let him fool you.” Wilbur said matter of factly from his chair.
Tommy squawked in disbelief. “Take that back!”
“Or what? You gonna throw a fit? Baby rage?” Wilbur teased the younger effortlessly.
“Shut up, man!” Tommy pushed Wil away, accidentally landing his hand directly on his top ribs. A smug smile formed on his face.
As if he could sense what was about to happen, Wilbur grabbed his wrist and glared “Tommy.” He warned.
Tommy chose to ignore the warning, instead dropping his free hand onto Wilbur’s stomach and wiggling it quickly. He yelled gleefully at the yelp and laughter Wilbur crumbled into.
“YEAH! Take that bitch! Don’t count the little man out! Not that I’m a little man, I’m actually a very big man,” Tommy continued to rant as Wilbur writhed beneath his nimble touch.
“TohohOHOM STOHO- NAHAHAT THEHERE! NOHO NO NOHOHO,” Wilbur weakly pushed at Tommy’s hands that had begun to explore his sides and ribs.
“Apologize bitch!” Tommy demanded, accentuating it by firmly squeezing a pair of ribs that made Wil squeal and thrash.
Wilbur slid down in the gaming chair he was seated in, refusal on his tongue. That was until Tommy found the sliver of his lower waist that had been uncovered in all of his squirming and took to quickly and lightly scribbling along the sensitive skin. Whatever words he planned to say were quickly lost to hysterical giggles.
#mcyt tickle#ticklecommunity#mcyt tickle fic#tickle fic#ler!tommyinnit#ler!tommy#lee!wilbur#lee!will#lee!wil
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kinda missed the train bc time zones but i just want to say that people angry at tommy for finding and using wilburs name (and comparing it to deadnaming? what? this is obviously so different) just cant appreciate the beauty of your writing
you write messy human characters in situations with questionable moral rights and wrongs, even if this was their first bones fic did they just forget the part where wil tried to kill tommy?
you write from one pov and work so amazingly with the unreliable narator prospects its so cool to read and so interesting to brainrot about
you write a lot of metaphors which is just something im obsessed with, especially the way youre so consistent with them, just like in stars with the sea and pillar, you continously describe wilburs most inner emotions as a bird in a cage and how the bird perks up at hearing the name wilbur while wilburs monologue is against it shows what was beaten into him and how he "wilbur" actually feels about it
also i know that a lot of people expected (and some wanted) a name reveal in the form of wilbur trusting tommy enough to tell him himself (i also expected this ngl) but looking at it, it feels so much out of character for glass!wil at least for a long while, hes nowhere near the amount of trust or even of knowing how much his training for the pythia was to be bale to tell anyone his name and in the situation hes in, kidnapped and in a group of people with completely different religion, i dont think theres space for him to get to that mental space in a completely healthy and right way
tommy finding out on his own and starting to use it on the other hand is just so much like glass!tommy, bc you can see how hes doing it bc he believes it wil help wilbur bc he knows how wrong it is that he was forced to foresay his own name, but also not telling the other deathlings bc he knows that the best way would be for wilbur to tell them himself
honestly im so glad it went like this bc it feels so justificating and deserving from characterisation and storytelling point, not throwing away all the built up trauma and messy relationships and all the mistakes that were made just for some quick and cheap comfort
instead of quick cheap hurt/comfort or angst you get a precisely and amazingly crafted deep and thought out story with deep and full chartacters that feel so human and its THE BEST THING EVER I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH BEE
and im sorry some people cant appreciate it and cant shut up about not being able to do so
lmao you get it i write messy human characters and also wilbur literally tried to kill tommy. this wasn't a breech of trust or anything they didn't have any trust beforehand.
kldsjfkld aaa you're so sweet though!! I'm so glad you like the one pov thing. It's genuinely my favorite way to write long stories now because it makes things so much more interesting to me. unreliable narrator is impossible to avoid when you only have a single pov going on and that's the fun part!!
so so happy you like the metaphors too. I definitely worry sometimes I'm overusing them, but I also like the consistency and the way it gives me a space to explain wilbur's emotions in a way that avoids just saying "he felt sad" or something. it makes it more interesting to describe and can be used in a lot of different ways so it's very fun for me
you see you get it!! there was no way he was gonna reach that place in a healthy way, at least not anytime soon. I know that everyone was expecting the soft reveal moment of wilbur telling tommy his name himself, but that's exactly why I didn't go with it. because subverting that expectation makes things a lot more interesting in terms of how it'll develop from there. it just makes the most sense with the characterization and everything to me so tysm <33
this made me smile a whole lot to read :D
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Imagine it's the Friday before fathers day and quackity sees fundy working on something but chooses to keep quiet. Then at the end of the day when everyone heads out, quackity sees fundy come up to his desk.
"Need help with something kiddo?" Fundy keeps his eyes glued to his shoes.
"I- " Fundy wasn't sure what to say, " Can you give this to my dad?"
Quackity looked over at his desk to see a surprisingly well-colored card to Wilbur with a big "Happy Father's Day" drawn on the top. "Ah,"
"She kept throwing away the ones I made at home."
"Oh..." Quackity had a guilt-ridden face before smiling sadly, " He'll love it, I'm seeing him tomorrow ill give it to him then?" Fundy nodded before leaving the classroom.
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"Visitation is until 9 tonight Quackity"
"Alright" Quackity walked into Wilbur's room and sat on the bed.
" Hey Q" Wilbur spoke softly
"Hey baby," Quackity tucked some hair behind Wilbur's ear, "How was your day?"
"Good..." Wilbur looked down at his hands, "We had therapy circle today."
Quackity laid on the stack of pillows on Wilbur's bed to get his mind off the bandages peeking over the sleeves of Wilbur's sweatshirt, "Yeah? How was it?" He continued to fiddle with Wilbur's hair.
"Nice... felt weird talking though. Bunch of people hearing me talk about him."
Quackity didn't need to ask who Wilbur was referring to. It's been almost a month since he got here but at least Wilbur making progress. Quackity looked over at his bag and saw a piece of paper stick out of the front pocket.
"Hey, I got something for ya." Wilbur turned his head over to quackity who was grabbing something from his laptop bag. Quackity held out a sheet of paper with neat color-pencil coloring.
"This is..." Wilbur took a minute to register the words at the top before feeling tears prick his eyes.
"He really wanted to give it to you himself..." Quackity rubbed wilburs back, "Its been a rough few months for him over there without you"
"I-" wilbur let a sob rip out his throat before crying softly onto quackitys chest.
"Its okay, you'll be okay wil"
"I miss hi-him so much q..." Wilbur whispered into quackitys chest.
"I know, He knows that too" Quackity continued to comfort wilbur quietly as he sobbed.
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"Mr. Quackity."
Quackity looked over at his desk to see fundy picking at the straps of his backpack. It changed from the fox one he had a few months ago. Instead, it was a dark brown bag with beige embroidery.
"Fundy." Quackity said in an equal tone.
"Did you um... did he like my card?" Fundy asked sheepishly.
Quackitys usual apathetic face morphed a soft smile, "He loved it."
"Really?" Fundy smiled.
"Yup, Im positive it made his father's day." Quackity nodded, "How was your father's day kiddo?"
Fundys frown slowly returned, "Alright. We went to this weird breakfast place... didn't really feel like a fathers day though."
"Im sorry about that."
"It's fine. What did you guys do?"
Quackitys brain short wired trying to say something, "Ah well, we went to IHOP with slime before taking him to the hospital to see karl." Quackity regretted the lie as soon as he saw the dejected face fundy wore.
"oh, so you guys had a good time?"
Quackity nodded.
"That's nice I-"
"FUNDY CAN YOU GET YOUR LEECH OFF OF ME"
"SHUT UP TOMMY"
Fundy sighed before running over to dream and Tommy. Quackity thanked anything out there that heard his prayers before yelling at Tommy to quiet down.
//end
- Lol sorry for basically a whole chapter, <3 ****** Anon
Hm.... Do I sense a ring of truth for the future?
Nah :)
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Fuck im so torn on whetevwr i should just give up being friend with this one friend i have or just give up on trying to express my sadness to them and just keep on this sadness cycle because when i want to leave them i have to cut contact with our whole friend group aswell
I cant continue wirh this anymore i feel morw and more resentful eacj time we have a conflict because he just exits the conversation and then comes bacl like nothing happened or when i try to mend this he has a mental breakdown and does something bad to himself and i feel like i was the cause
I feel genuelny horrible all the time so i just bottle up all my fewlings just so he could be comfortable because i know how hard his life is but man i cant do this anymore it seems like his self hatred has circled back into like narcisism?? I havent heard him say thank you or sorry to me in like monhts. When i feel uncomfortable about something he does he spirals and tellls me like lol or skill issue or get over it but god forbid i say something that ticks him off becayse then ihave to apologize and change myself (which is understandable but DAMN id hoped that hed be as undestanding as i am aswell)
Fuck ive had this growing feeling for this whole year i can count things that made me feel bad and theres like 20 dofferent occasions
- when we habged out irl he constantly was pessimistic and angry and hostile towards anything and everything that it got exhausting (talking about how much he hates babies and kids so loudly on a street that everyone heard, when we talked about organizing some things with our friend group he shut me off because it "wont happen pr would be too hard etc"
- i kind pf came out to the gang as nonbinary and he replied with: "huh since when what idc bye" and left the convo (seeing as he is trans k hoped he would be the most supportive so this threw me off so bad
- not only that every time i express my feelings of solitude in our rant chat he either ignores it or answers: how are you lonely ypu have ypur bf
- or he just derails my rant to speak about how he has it harder and then he gets mad when we cant reply to him with anything helpful and exits the convo
- fucking the last one i wanted to draw our firedn group as furries as a cute thing and when i asked him and others what animal they would like to be he answered woth hostiliyy like "no i wil never be a furry" and then when i stsrted jsut drawing and showung it to them he got angry about not being able to choose his species ?? Told him that i was already drawing him i cant change now and he answered "whatever its gonna be dumb anyway"
I got so fickign mad at that that i snapped back at him and then he started spiraling again of course telling me atuff like "whatever im not wanted anyway then ill just kms" and started talking abput all kinds of horrible stuff
I just left our server at that i was so exhausted of his shit im tired man but
Ive never felt lonelyer than now ive been off discord for like 3 days and i feel awful im isolated form my friends ans they dont even seem to care that im missing a d this kid has already forgotten this conflict as alwaya so ill never get the actual fuckigng apology id like
Oeh man i just wish i was treated nicely by the people ive known for 4 years now
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Could I request s/19 and t/20 with cc!wilbur for your 600 followers event? I just wanna drive out to the country side a lay on top of the car while we gaze at stars. Lmao
I absolutely adore your work by the way! <3
@boiled-onionrings my beloved <3 thank you so much for requesting. thank you for the event request! how to request for the event here.
a/n: im combing a bunch of requests with this one because its technically 3 prompts in one! which is great!
{Utopia} cc!Wilbur Soot x Reader
pronouns: not mentioned
word count: 1272
trigger warnings: dangerous acts
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"Today was so off-putting," You commented.
You and your boyfriend, Wilbur, were laying in bed not even cuddling. You two just peacefully laid next to each other, both of your hands folded over your belly, and starting at the popcorn ceiling.
You felt him shrug, "I can see that. We didn't talk much today, even though we both made time for each other."
You sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. Like I said, I've just been feeling off. Like we're missing something here."
Wilbur thought for a second about how to reply. You were right, something was missing and that's why you two didn't have the day that you planned for. It hit him, "This ceiling is incredibly boring. Wanna look at something more interesting?"
You rolled your eyes, "Wil, you're not that much more interesting when I see you everyday."
He playfully elbowed you, "I'm not talking about that. Let's go on a date."
"A date?" You questioned. "It is past midnight? Are you crazy?"
"Are you tired?" Wilbur asked, still looking up.
"Well no but-"
He interrupted you, "Come along then." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and jumped out, not even looking back to see if you were following.
Well, he sure did force your hand here. Oh well, he always did what was best for you, and getting out of the house did seem nice.
You slipped on your nearest pair of flip flops and nearly ran outside. Wilbur was already in the car, engine started and everything. He had the biggest smile on his face and you knew that you couldn't go back now.
Wilbur was always happy to do things with you and told you that he was excited to do them. It was very rare that you could actually see him bouncing with joy because of how excited he was. You chuckled to yourself and shut the car door behind you.
"Can I have aux tonight?" Wilbur asked you.
You smiled and nodded, "Yeah sure, just no country."
"No country..." Wilbur put his own album on shuffle.
"You really want to listen to your own songs?" You asked him.
He nodded back at you. You picked up a sense of shyness, "If that's okay with you. I just really jam out some songs that we both know by heart and I love hearing you sing my songs. I hope that doesn't sound weird..."
"No, no, no," You laughed. "It sounds great! As long as you sing with me because I feel weird singing your songs with your voice but not your voice? Does that make sense?"
Wilbur put his arm around the back of your seat and took his foot off the break, "Yeah, baby. I know what you mean."
After backing out, Wilbur placed his hand on your inner right thigh. In the meantime, you rolled down all of the windows and got the sunroof open. You loved the way the wind felt in your hair, you felt so free. And when you looked over to Wilbur, watching him yell his own words as loud as he could and the wind making him look like a model, you knew that you wanted this forever.
You unbuckled yourself and Wilbur squeezed your thigh, "What do you think you're doing?"
You pushed his hand besides, "I'm living my life!" You reached up, grabbing the sides of the sun roof and pulling yourself up. You dug your foot into the ground to stabilize yourself and allowed yourself to let loose. You threw your hands in the air and couldn't stop laughing, "Go faster, Wil!"
He took his attention off the road for a split second to make eye contact with you. You melted from his smile and felt a warm fuzz in your heart. He nodded and laughed with you, laying his foot down on the gas.
Once your adrenaline rush was over and your hair was going in all different directions, you sat back down. Before you buckled back up, you leaned over and kissed Wilbur on the cheek, "Thank you for that."
He grew red, "Oh the fun's just getting started! I have so much more planned!" He turned into some park that must've been miles away from your house.
"Where are we?" You asked.
He shrugged, "Oh I have no idea." Wilbur parked the car, turned off the ignition, and popped the trunk.
You got out with him. From the trunk, he pulled out two blankets, "You closed the sunroof, yeah?" You nodded. "Good, come up with me."
He followed his lead as he closed the trunk and hopped on top of it. Slowly, he climbed over the back windshield, up to the top of the car. He laid the thicker blanket down first as a make-shift bed, then sat atop of it. He offered you his hand to pull yourself up. You gladly accepted and laid down next to him. He fanned out the blanket across both your bodies and tucked his arm underneath his head, the other offering you to come close to him.
You scooted over, resting in the opening that he created for you. Just like earlier, you were both looking up. This time not at the boring ceiling, but the beautiful, bright stars. You kicked your flip flops off, snuggling closer to Wilbur.
"Ew! Get your feet off of me!" He rubuttled.
You shook your head, "My feet are cold and your legs are warm! You're my little furnace."
No matter how much he objected, you weren't moving. He eventually accepted defeat and pulled his legs closer to him, that way you could have more of the blanket covering your feet. The blanket acted as an insulator with your body heat being the source of energy.
You tilted your head closer to Wilbur's. He tilted his back, your heads now touching. His hand holding you slowly stroked your hair. You leaned into his touch, soaking up the sweet feeling.
He started pointing out some consolations to you. Some you knew, but others you just nodded and pretended like you knew what he was talking about. The more he talked, the more you got lost in his voice. Before you knew it, you weren't looking at the stars anymore, you were looking at your star. Wilbur's hand moved from your hair down to your cheek, gently caressing it. Your chin rested on his chest as you pretended to understand what he was talking about.
"y/n," He snapped you out of your thoughts. "Are you getting tired?"
You shifted back and forth, "Starting to, but keep talking I love your voice."
He blushed, "Can we have a heart to heart?"
You nodded, "Of course."
"Do you know how long I've been waiting to do this with you?" He asked. "I've had these blankets in my car now for months waiting for the perfect time to take you out, far away from the city where there's little pollution and the stars shine bright. I've wanted to experience this for so long with you... I never want to leave. Right here, right now, is my utopia. This is where I want to spend my nights. Just you, me, and the beautiful sky."
You reached up and ran your thumb across his jawline, "I really appreciate you doing this. I want more nights like this too. This is what we were missing. A new experience, something that makes us both feel happy."
"You wanna stay here for a while?" Wilbur asked.
You looked back up at the sky. A shooting star flew across the sky.
"I wish to never leave."
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as the seasons change
C!Technoblade x gn!reader highschool!au
Word Count: 9.1k
Pronouns: they/them
A/N: this is literally so self indulgent, i spent a whole day writing this because im going through my techno feels rn. it basically follows the story of oblivious Y/N and Techno throughout the four seasons :)
Warnings: Underaged drinking, Swearing, Smoking, Drugs (very brief)
Suggested Songs: The State of Grace, Taylor Swift/ MEET ME AT OUR SPOT, THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, Tyler Cole/ that way, Tate McRae/ Falling, Chase Atlantic/ Compass, The Neighborhood
SUMMER------------
The August air was thick with the heat of the almost-setting sun. Her rays beat down on the backs of the group of teens, and mosquitos filled the silences between them with their incessant buzzing.
A small crack of static preceded the soft sound of music, accompanied by the sharp smack of Niki and Jack’s celebratory high-five.
“Didn’t you start setting up the speaker like an hour ago?” questioned Wilbur, who was sunk into a half-broken lawn chair that he had found in the garage.
“Yeah, it would have been much faster if you had asked Techno” chimed Y/N from their place leaning against the above mentioned man’s leg.
His grunt of response was cut short by his little brother, Tommy, bursting into laughter.
“Because he’s TECHno! Get it?!”
Everyone groaned and Wilbur smacked Tommy upside the head, grumbling about “shouldn’t have let you come hang out with us”
Y/N giggled at that, but took sympathy on the boy. “Aww don’t be like that Wil, Tommy, I thought that was hilarious.”
“Don’t encourage him, Y/N” Techno leaned down to murmured to them in his low, monotonous voice.
There it was. The way he said their name! The way his calf felt under Y/N’s back! The way he whispered sentences directly to them, as if it was some closely guarded secret. It was enough to bring butterflies to their stomach as they praised whatever higher being was out there for the heat of the day covering their blush.
“It’s so fucking hot,” Fundy moaned, kicking Wilburs shin from his place lying facedown on the grass. “Can we go to the pool or something?”
His request was met with a spectrum of responses, varying from Tommy’s “YES, PLEASE WILL? PLEASE!” to Technoblades indifferent shrug.
Jack took note of Technoblades open response with a shout of laughter. “TECHNOBLADE IN THE POOL! I WOULD PAY GOOD MON-”
“I’m not getting in, dumbass.”
“Why? Scared you’ll ruin your hair?”
“No, he doesn’t want us to know he’s secretly jacked under the sixteen sweaters he wears.”
Technoblade picked up the hem of his sweatshirt, making eye contact with Niki. She has a point.
“How do you wear that in the Summer?”
“It’s n- TOMMY!!”
Shrieks of laughter follow Tommy’s water gun assault on his brother. “When did he slip away to go get those?” Y/N wondered aloud.
“WHEN ARE WE LEAVING??” Tommy asked enthusiastically.
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A crowded minivan, a stop to pick up Tommy’s friend, and a raid of Phil’s linen closet for pool towels later, the group arrived at the neighborhood pool. The sun hung low in the horizon as people spilled out of Phil’s van and began dragging the pool toys and water guns towards the gate.
The air around the black metal bars barring their entrance to the pool seemed to quiver.
“I think Wil has the pool key.” piped Niki in response to Fundy throwing his weight against the fence.
Fundy, in turn, sprinted back to the car, where Wilbur was taking inventory of snacks (and probably hiding the best for himself).
Technoblade looked down at the two younger boys and Y/N conversing in hushed whispers. All of a sudden, they screamed out in perfect synchronization, in equally high pitched voices,
“Let me innnn! Let me in pleaseeee!”
And promptly burst into giggles. Y/N almost toppled into Techno, both from laughing and the slight weariness from the heat.
The pool noodles he was balancing beneath his arms (laden with tote bags of pool toys and towels) toppled to the ground, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Y/N’s hand steadying themself on his chest, and the way his face began to heat up almost unbearably considering the weather.
“Oops, sorry!” they squeaked, leaning down to pick up the fallen noodles.
Technoblade was burst out of his daze by the return of his brother and Fundy, who triumphantly swiped the access card against the pad before kicking the gate wide open.
The clang of metal against the concrete pool clubhouse sent reverberating waves into the air, and everyone winced as the metal continued to drag.
Pool entrances varied, Niki, on the one hand, took her time tip-toeing into the water by the stairs, while Tubbo and Tommy almost knocked each other out crashing over the edge to the deep end.
Y/N chuckled at their antics, but seeing as they had settled on not getting wet today, they picked out a chaise in the shade and pulled a book and pen out of the small bag they had brought with them.
Technoblade watched them with almost unwavering interest, unless someone happened to look his way, in which case he would quickly turn back to his phone, scrolling aimlessly through his home screen until they turned away.
From his spot under the little roof of the clubhouse, he had an almost unobstructed view of Y/N, and how they chewed at the end of the pen they used to annotate their book. Oh how he wished he could read the little notes they scribbled in the margins, or the drawings they would surround words with when they got distracted from reading. And the way that pen dangled from their lips, their tantalizing, soft lips. Taunting him, almost. And their jewel-like, bright eyes. Always so inviting and playful; like the way they were meeting his right now-
Shit
He hadn’t realized he’d been staring that intently. A small quirk of their eyebrow and a smirk on their lips was enough to make his heart give out. But not now. Not when they were waving their hand so intently to get him to sit next to them. Pretending to ponder the decision and gather his belongings, (when in reality he was just collecting his bearings), he walked over to them.
“See! You don’t always want to be alone, Mr. I’m so antisocial and I hate everyone!” they smiled, patting the adjacent seat.
You’re the only exception, he thought, his brain screaming and pushing to let the words leave his mouth. He couldn’t though, not when they could never think of him the way that he thought of them.
So he answered with a small smile and a chuckle.
“What are you reading?”
“The Picture of Dorian Gray! Remember you said you thought I’d enjoy it?” they answered with enthusiasm, that sparkle still evident in their eyes.
It warmed his heart to know that they had taken the suggestion and committed to the book, which was admittedly a pretty tough read, because of him.
“How could I forget?”
Their smile widened and they buried their head back in the book, that cursed pen once again being squished between their plush lips.
Technoblade peered over their shoulder to see that they were nearing the middle of the book, where Dorian returns from his theater date with Basil and Henry. Feeling satisfied enough that they were invested in the story, given their gasp and furious scribbling in the margins, he felt it safe enough to stare at them under the orange-tinged glow of the sunset.
Of course, he forgot about the crowd of his friends who were nudging each other and whispering about his infatuation with you. The whispers reached Wilbur who narrowed his eyes in his twin's direction and made a mental note to ask him about it later.
Once dark hit and the water began to run a little too cold for anyone's taste, they began to wrap themselves up in towels and raid Wilburs snack stashes. The snack distribution was cut off by Wilburs phone, screen lit up with a zoomed in photo of none other than Philza.
DADZA!!! Read the contact name as Wilbur swiped the screen and held the phone between his shoulder and ear, continuing to hand out snacks.
“OI, where in fucks sake are you lot? It’s an hour past the devils ass why i…”
The rest of Phil’s screaming faded as Wilbur walked away to calm his father down.
“AN HOUR PAST THE DEVILS ASS” Y/N screamed with laughter, sending the entire group into raucous peals of giggles.
“Yep, mhhm, we’ll be there” Wilbur walked back towards the group, motioning for everyone to get in the car.
“Yes dad I know, yes, okay we will drop him off. Okay, bye” Hanging up the phone, he ushered people back into the car, holding Tubbo back by his upper arm so that he could sit with easiest access to the door.
After dropping Tubbo off, and then doubling back and driving around town to drop people off at various houses, Technoblade, Tommy and Wilbur were alone in the car with Y/N.
“Here. Here. WIL! Pull over!”
The van screeched to a halt as Y/N clambered over Tommy’s long legs, almost falling out onto the pavement. They leaned against the door of the passenger seat, thanking Wilbur and bidding farewell to the brothers. Just before they stepped away, Technoblade leaned down and kissed the crown of their head where it was leaning against his open window. Their stunned expression was lost in the dark and the window slid shut as Wilbur slammed the gas pedal to make it back in time before his dad’s curfew.
“What the fuck was that”
Technoblade gave him a glare, which lost its effectiveness when paired with the burning red blush flooding his face and neck, highlighted under the harsh white lights of the car. He turned his face away and resigned to staring out the window, the night air filtering through the small crack giving his face a little bit of relief.
“Okay at least tell me, are you together?”
“No.”
“But he likes them!” piped up Tommy from the back seat, looking up from his phone where he was playing a game.
“No I- I don’t” Damnit The crack in his voice gave it away.
Wilbur, sensing that it seemed to be more of a sensitive topic than he thought, decided to drop the subject for the time being, and Tommy was already absorbed back in his game.
The rest of the drive was spent in silence as they raced against time and the rules of Philza Minecraft.
AUTUMN----------------------
School started a few weeks after the pool night, which was followed by many late nights and summer fun by the friends, the knowledge that half of them would be away to college next year heavy in the atmosphere. To say the least, Junior year was not treating Y/N well. They were almost always working on homework, if not doing SAT prep, and they rarely went out with their friends. The only time Technoblade got to see them was during his AP Lit class, and because of it, he considered himself the luckiest man in the world. Ms. Ren’s Literature classroom was the only place Technoblade seemed to see the old Y/N, the one from over the summer who got enthusiastic over books and gave him playful punches when he was a little too mean to their friends. Now, the only Y/N he saw was a stressed, tired person who was always carrying an energy drink in one hand and a stack of homework in the other. Except for in Lit. Y/n’s eyes would brighten as they discussed the reading from the previous night and their legs would jostle Technoblades from under their shared table to show him an annotation they had made. Technoblade assumed they were just rejuvenated from the literature, never once letting the thought cross his mind that maybe, just maybe, he was part of the equation too.
On the rare occasion that they would hang out with their friends, they would be easily prone to tears and every conversation would be redirected to how tired and stressed they were. Of course, Technoblade wanted them to be happy, and felt enormous empathy for his friend in the harshest year of high school, but he had suddenly become hyper-aware that the clock was ticking on his time left with them. He was a senior this year, and while Y/N still had a year left to go, Technoblade would be on his way to college, perhaps out of the country, in less than a year. It wasn’t wrong to want to make the most of his time with them.
It didn’t help that this internal time bomb was also counting down the opportunities he had left to tell them how he felt.
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He decided to get to them when they were in a good mood, and more likely to say yes. After Ms. Ren had finished assigning the reading due by Monday, he turned to the beautiful person who sat next to him and muttered in a low voice,
“How’s your weekend looking?”
They looked up with a bright smile and whispered back
“I have tons of homework but I should be able to knock it out with a good day of work. Why? What do you have in mind?”
He knew this was the right time to ask you.
“Just be ready by 4pm on Saturday.”
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Technoblade sat on the edge of his usually neat bed, now strewn with almost every sweater he owned. He was picking a stray piece of lint from the sweater nearest to him when he saw his brother walk past, then backtrack out of the corner of his eye.
“What’s got you all indecisive?” Wilbur asked, gesturing vaguely to the sweaters and random articles of clothing adorning his room.
“Wait! Is today your date with Y/N?”
“It’s not a date.” grumbled Technoblade.
“Then why are you so stressed about what to wear?” he replied with raised eyebrows.
Technoblade groaned and threw himself on top of the pile of wool on his bed. “I just need this to be perfect. Y/N needs a break, and they deserve everything to be just right.”
“And you want to impress them” sang Wilbur, now nudging Techno aside to sift through his sweaters.
Technoblades noise of indignation was muffled as Wilbur threw a cream colored sweatshirt at his face.
“What about this?”
“I couldn’t find what to wear it with.”
Wilburs sigh rang through Technoblades room as he opened the closet, now in his proper mindset as the family fashion consultant. Garment after garment was thrown in Techno’s general direction, and he leaned and reached to grab them all.
“Try that”
Technoblade walked out of the bathroom to find Wilbur rummaging through his jewelry.
“When did I say it was fine for you to go through my stuff?” asked Technoblade, shoving Wilbur away. Wilbur shrugged in response, motioning for Techno to open his hand so that he could drop his selection of rings and necklaces into his open palm.
As Wilbur walked out the door, he thought he heard a faint “thank you”, and smiled to himself.
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“This is elaborate”
“I’m a dynamic man Y/N.”
Y/N laughed at his response to the back seat of Technoblades car, which was filled with “supplies” for the evening.
“That outfit sure is dynamic.”
“Why?” Technoblade asked nervously, drumming slightly on the steering wheel. “Do you like it?”
“I love it! I didn’t think you could get any hotter but you somehow pulled it off!”
Realizing what they said, Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep red and they began to pick at their flannel. As soon as Technoblades surprise wore off, and the butterflies faded back to the dull sensation that always seemed to linger when he was around them, he let out a snort of laughter. That sent both of them into a fit which continued until Technoblade hit a pothole from laughing so hard.
Y/N’s momentary fear only made them laugh harder, but Technoblade attempted to quell himself before he no longer had four functioning tires.
“Do I get to know where you’re taking me?” Y/N asked. They had driven a little ways out from the city, to the vaguely familiar areas that one only drives by when they’re leaving town.
“Yes.” He replied, slowing the car into a small parking lot. “Because we’re here.”
The pair entered the small bookshop and a bell rang overhead. The store smelled of dust and books and Technoblade saw Y/N breathing the scent in like a breath of new life. Of course, this ended up in a small coughing fit which he pulled them out of with a few pats to their upper back.
“Okay we are on somewhat of a schedule, so I need you to go get a book. Any book, and meet me back at the register in 10 minutes.” He said, grabbing them by the shoulders and making direct eye contact. “Okay, Go!”
And they both got lost in the mazes of words.
At 4:30 sharp, Y/N found Technoblade waiting for them at the register with a stiff red hardcover. He reached out for their book as they reached for their wallet.
“Tech, no, you don’t have to buy me books I can get it myself”
If for nothing else, the way they shortened the already shortened version of his name made his heart stutter, and he was overcome with the sudden urge to buy them every book in this store. But he wordlessly nodded his head ‘no’ and paid for their two books.
As they walked back to the car, Y/N admired the way his jewelry glistened in the sun. The gold necklaces contrasting against the black turtleneck he wore under his sweatshirt made them think of the summer, when his rings would shine under the sun and in the light of their almost nightly group bonfire. Technoblade opened the door for them when they got to the car, pink hair flying in his face because of the wind. Before getting in, Y/N threw their arms around his neck in a hug.
“Thanks”
They mumbled into his neck.
He blamed his pink cheeks on the cold.
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“Let me carry something!” Y/N argued as Technoblade led them down the path of a park a little ways away from the bookstore.
“No.” he answered, a basket and three bags dangling from his arms.
The argument continued as they made their way down the paved path, leaves crunching underneath their feet. A little ways into the walk, when the conversation had faded to discussing the latest reading assigned by Ms. Ren, Technoblade stopped Y/N by throwing a tote bag-laden arm against their chest.
“Here.”
He parted the branches that covered a small, unpaved path that led deeper into the trees.
“How do I know you’re not trying to lure me here to kill me?” mused Y/N, already a few steps ahead of the pink-haired man on the pine-straw path.
“Yeah hold on, let me just get my axe out from this basket real quick” deadpanned Technoblade, earning a giggle from Y/N.
A few moments later, the path opened up to a clearing with a few fallen logs and a small brook trickling near the edge.
“This is beautiful Tech! How did you find this?” they asked with an awestruck expression.
He hid the way that his ears flushed with his hair and busied himself laying out the picnic supplies he had dragged all the way out here, mumbling something unintelligible.
Once he was done, he looked up to find an empty clearing, Y/N nowhere to be found.
“Y/N?” he called
He received a response in the form of a small yelp and a rather loud splash. “Over here!”
“What the hell were you thinking?” he asked, sprinting over to the edge of the stream. Their giggles calmed him a little bit, but didn’t absolve him of all his worry as he subtly looked them over for any injuries.
“I thought the rock would be steady enough to hold me” they pouted, gesturing vaguely at the rock in question, now shiny with water.
Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at their antics, but hoisted them up nonetheless. Once they were back on solid ground, he curled his finger around the back of his sweatshirt's neckline and pulled it over his head, almost knocking off his glasses in the process. He missed the way Y/N’s eyes narrowed and focused on the way his black knit turtleneck hugged his figure, tucked into the dark brown trousers Wilbur had dug out of his closet just hours previously.
“Are you warm?” asked Y/N with an incredulous look, teeth slightly chattering.
“It’s for you, dumbass. You’re almost sure to get sick in those wet clothes.”
Y/N’s heart stuttered at the gesture, and at the way Technoblade shushed them when they tried to argue.
He turned away as Y/N shed their dripping flannel and replaced it with the sweatshirt, warmed by his own body heat.
When he turned back, he almost lost his breath again. Seeing them in his sweatshirt, the sleeves dangling past their fingertips and their hair a little tousled from pulling the garment over their head, messed with him just a little bit. He ignored the way that his cold-nipped nose was turning redder and redder and instead gently picked up their hand to guide them over to where he had set up the picnic, next to a towering tree with a thick trunk.
Both of them were hyper-aware of the way that his fingers held theirs, and the warmth that seemed to radiate from their touch. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but as they plopped down onto the picnic blanket sitting on the ground, their grip fell apart.
The loss of contact made the October day seem colder.
The muffled crunching of the leaves under their butts filled the air as they settled into a comfortable position and began digging through the picnic basket Technoblade had brought with food. The tension in the air slowly faded as they began to eat and the atmosphere filled with the joyous conversation of the two painfully oblivious teenagers.
When they had both finished eating, Technoblade pulled out the bag that he had brought from the bookstore and handed Y/N their book. The smile that graced their lips as they mumbled out another ‘thank you’ brought another wave of butterflies down Technoblades stomach. He pulled out his own book and made himself comfortable against the thick tree trunk behind him. Y/N reached into their back pocket and pulled out a ballpoint pen, the cap of the pen riddled with chew marks.
The damn pen.
They stuck it between their teeth and let it hang off of the right side of their mouth. Technoblade felt his chest heat up as they nudged him over to share his spot leaning against the tree. He opened his phone and hit play on a mix of Arctic Monkeys and Gang of Youths, before leaning back to where his shoulder was pressed with theirs and opened his book.
Time seemed to forget its rules in this quiet little forest, with just Y/N and Technoblade lost in their separate worlds of words. The peace was only ever disturbed by Y/N occasionally scribbling something down in the margin of their book, to which Technoblade would demand to see, and they would fall into a small discussion about the topic.
These occasions slowly began to wane off until Technoblade felt Y/N lean their head against him with a thud. He looked down to see them fast asleep, half leaning on his shoulder with the pen still clutched between their fingers. He took note of the way the pen was balanced like a cigarette and the small puffs of air following their cold breath resembled smoke. Ignored the way his heart was almost convulsing on itself, he chose to wrap his arm around them and savour the moment.
Because he was aware that before he knew it, it would be over.
WINTER---------------------------
The student media center had a hushed atmosphere to it, as people took advantage of their last afternoon to study for semester finals. Winter break would let out the next day, but for the overwhelmed Juniors and Seniors now crowding the library, the excitement would not set in until they quelled their nervousness over the last final of the semester.
One of the study rooms situated in the back was now crowded with the notorious friend group as they crammed for their last final. Fundy, Jack and Niki were trading around their history notes, Wilbur and Minx were arguing over the proper situation of a unit circle, and Technoblade was flash quizzing Y/N on the Polyatomic ions. Their frantic studying was interrupted by their friend, George, who had gotten bored of watching his two best friends during their last football practice of the semester. He quietly walked in and took a seat in the corner, pulling out a notebook and studying something or the other.
“Why aren't Dream and Sapnap here cramming with us?” Minx asked George.
“They have their ‘weightlifting’ final tomorrow” seethed George, most likely jealous of his friends’ somewhat pointless final.
Everyone laughed, and some groans of similar jealousy rang through the air right before the cracking loudspeaker of the school crunched to life, announcing that the doors would close at 6:00. Y/N looked down at their watch face, which read 5:45.
“Fuck, I’m never going to learn these charges! Don’t even get me started on the fact that I don’t have the solubility rules memorized!” squeaked Y/N in frustration. Everyone gave them a sympathetic look, knowing the rigorous emotional and mental demands of taking AP Chemistry.
“Don’t worry, you still have the whole night to study!” consoled Fundy.
Technoblade felt his heart break at the way their eyes filled with tears of frustration.
“My siblings scream way too much, I can never concentrate at home”
“Come study at our house!” exclaimed Wilbur. “We can kick Tommy out so he won’t bother you!”
Wilbur sensed their hesitation and cut in before they could say ‘no’
“Come on, Dad won’t mind, he loves you! And it gives us an excuse to send Tommy out!”
Y/N turned their head in questioning to Technoblade, who grunted and nodded his head.
“I mean, if you’re sure”
Eager nodding.
“Thanks so much Wil!”
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It was 11:50 and Phil’s living room resembled something closer to an FBI clue board, with flashcards and chemistry notes strewn on every possible surface. Wilbur had retired to bed after reviewing his Calculus notes one last time, and Tommy was spending the night at Tubbo’s. Phil leaned against the doorway and watched his son coach his best friend through the last few chapters of the textbook with a smile on his face.
“Make sure not to go to sleep too late! You need enough sleep for your final!” he called, retreating up the stairs.
Y/N checked their watch and sighed at the time. “I should get going soon.” they mumbled, beginning to collect their notes.
“Stay the night” suggested Technoblade, pulling a blanket over their shoulders to protect them from the December chill that seemed ever-present, even with the crackling fireplace illuminating the room.
“I can’t-” A yawn cut their sentence “I can’t stay, I don't have anything and I’ve wasted enough of your time already”
Technoblade took them by the shoulders and looked them in the eyes, albeit having to lean down. “You can never waste my time”
Shivers ran through Y/N’s tired body and they offered him a weak smile.
He plucked the pen that was hanging from their mouth out and feigned disgust as he wiped it on their shirt, before throwing it in the pile of stationary by his feet.
“How about you stay for a hot chocolate?”
The invitation was too hard to resist so they gave in, as long as it was “only ten more minutes”.
Technoblade filled two mugs from the pot of the beverage that Phil had left on the stove, and topped it with marshmallows and whipped cream.
Y/N took the mug from him with a ‘thank you!’, and led the way back to the living room to nestle under the warmth of the fireplace. The pair were both exhausted from the day of studying, and chose to sip their beverages in silence. Before either of them knew it, they were both asleep under Y/N’s blanket, cuddled up against the cold of the night.
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They woke up to the banging of Wilbur running down the stairs.
“Shit, you two are still asleep?”
Y/N jumped up, knocking over their empty mug in the process. “Fuck, what time is it?” they asked, urgently rummaging around for their bag.
“8:00”
“What time is your final?” grumbled Technoblade, still half-asleep with no intention to get up until his final later that day.
“8:20” they whined, almost breaking down.
“Hey, it’s fine, go get clothes from my room, take anything you want. I’ll drive you.” said Technoblade in a calming voice.
Y/N looked at him with desperate eyes and thanked him before retracing the familiar path to his bedroom.
Technoblade cracked his back and followed Wilbur into the kitchen, intending to make Y/N a nutritious breakfast and pack them a lunch, but was met with Wilburs smirking face.
“What’s the deal?” said Technoblade in his monotonous low, pulling things from out of the fridge.
“Are we going to ignore that you and Y/N slept together?”
“Gross you perv, we just fell asleep studying”
Wilburs smart-ass response was cut off by the arrival of the person in question, clad in one of Technoblades sweaters and sweatpants and ripping their fingers through their hair to attempt to tame it.
Technoblade ignored the all-too-familiar flutter of his heart at seeing them in his clothes and handed them a yogurt bowl he put together. “Let’s go, you can eat it in the car.”
They definitely broke laws driving at breakneck speed, but they pulled into the school parking lot at 8:15 and jumped out of the car, Technoblade following them to make sure they made it to the Chemistry classroom on time. With a minute and a half to spare, they arrived at the door to the classroom, earning a sigh of relief from both of them.
Dr. Yachtrong ushered Y/N into the classroom, but not before Technoblade placed a kiss on their forehead and wished them good luck. They entered the classroom in a daze, which they quickly shook off when the tests were passed out.
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The final bell rang for the day and the cheers rang around the school, drowning out the crunchy loudspeaker announcements to “have a good Christmas” and to “make good decisions”. Y/N had headed off to their last few classes following the Chemistry final, which had gone as good as one could expect a Chemistry exam to go. They were fairly sure they had passed which at this point, was a major win. As they left the History hallway, they saw their friend Karl leaving the art classroom.
“Karl!” they waved him down.
“HEY! Y/N!!!” he giggled excitedly “Schools out!”
“I know!”
Excited chatter filled the hallways and they bumped into Sapnap, Punz, and Dream leaving the weights room.
“How was your weightlifting final?” snickered Y/N
Punz answered with a slight push to their head. The group was shot out at the front courtyard, where almost all of their other friends were waiting.
The celebratory mood was punctuated by Karl inviting everyone over for an “Epic School Sucks Party” at his house later that night.
Y/N looked around, searching for the pink-haired man that had been flooding their thoughts more than usual lately.
He had been acting differently, nervous even, since the day they fell asleep on him at the park. Y/N was only scared last night's incident would make it worse.
“He’s probably finishing up his Latin stuff” murmured Wilbur, leaning down to their ear.
Y/N’s ears burnt a bright red upon knowing that Wilbur knew who they were looking for. They looked up to answer, but he had already gotten immersed in a conversation with Quackity and George.
The man in question came out of the front doors of the building and made a beeline for their cluster of people upon seeing them. Y/N couldn’t help but admire the cuffs he wore on his slightly pointed ears, and the way his long pink hair fell behind his-
“Oi Y/N is that Technoblades sweater?”
Screw you Minx
“Y/N spent a surprise night over last night” snickered Wilbur, wiggling his eyebrows.
“It's. Not. Like. That.” screeched Y/N, punctuating each word with a smack to Wilbur, somewhat drowned in the laughs and gasps of everyone in their group.
“Why are we hitting Wilbur and can I join?” asked Technoblade once he integrated himself into the tangle of people. The laughs hushed as everyone turned to look between Y/N and Technoblade.
“What?”
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The heat of Niki’s curling iron sent warm shivers down Y/N’s neck, a grateful contrast to the harsh December chill plaguing the outdoors. She blew gently on the warm hair before letting it all fall back, tousling it to break up the curls.
“Thanks Niki!” said Y/N gratefully, examining themselves in the mirror. “You’re going to have to teach me how to do this someday.”
Niki laughed, already standing in front of the bathroom mirror to apply her eyeliner. With one eye closed, she spoke to the person now standing behind her, checking their outfit from different angles.
“So really, what’s going on between you and Technoblade?”
She knew of their intense crush on the pink-haired boy, which had started somewhere between 8th grade and freshman year, but she also knew that Y/N tended to be more closed off about their deep personal life.
Y/N sighed, almost in disappointment. “Nothing. And that’s the problem.”
Due to Niki’s sympathetic look thrown their way, they fell down a rabbit hole of ranting which led them to where they were now; on the floor beside Niki’s bed with Y/N’s head in her lap.
“He always acts so weird around me. One minute he’s holding my hand or kissing my forehead, and the next he won't even look at me, or only answers in short sentences. And it stresses me out because I think he hates me, but then he does shit like buying me books just to go read in a forest with him, or staying up all night with me to study for my Chemistry final, and I just-” They took a deep breath, containing their rambling.
“I just get more confused.”
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Karls party was in full swing by the time Niki and Y/N got there. They were met at the door by Sapnap and Quackity, who for some reason were handcuffed to each other, and were both giggling and flushed. Y/N and Niki hung their coats on the rack by the door and walked into the festive atmosphere of the house, seeing familiar faces in every corner.
Despite the rowdy environment and the deafening noise, the party was relatively small, consisting of only 20 or so of Karls friends.
They followed Quackity and Sapnap into the living room where a semi-circle of people was lounging on various couches, passing around a blunt and playing what seemed to be truth or dare.
Ah. That’s where the handcuffs came from.
Niki and Y/N decided to play, Niki offering to go fetch them both drinks in the kitchen as Y/N found their place in the circle. To their surprise, Technoblade was there, seemingly uninterested in the game and more invested in something he was doing on his phone. Upon seeing Y/N, he gave them a smile, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and gestured to the small spot between him and the couch armrest. All eyes followed Y/N as they perched on the armrest, mumbling a small ‘hi!’ to Technoblade.
Niki returned with two drinks in hand and shared a knowing glance with Y/N, as well as a miniscule smile, before handing them their drink and taking a seat on a cushion next to Jack and Minx.
“Okay okay, In honor of our new guests arriving, Y/N, truth or dare?”
Y/N knew by the looks everyone was giving them that choosing truth would not be the best option.
“Dare.”
A small sigh of disappointment left Karls lips before a mischievous light came into his eyes and he perked up again. “I dare you to sit in Technoblade’s lap”
Snickers echoed across the group as Technoblade looked up at the sound of his name. He looked up to where Y/N was balancing themself on the edge of the couch, and with some burst of courage, that was probably induced by the alcohol, he wrapped his arm around their waist to tug them into his lap with a squeak of surprise.
After recovering from their initial embarrassment, Y/N turned to the man whose lap they were in. “Techno, truth or dare?”
He huffed but quietly breathed out “Truth”, suddenly very aware of how close their face was to his. After a few brief seconds of eye contact which seemed to last an eternity, they stuttered out
“Umm, do you,- actually, how did, how did they get you to play? This game... I mean?”
“BOO! WHAT A BORING FOOKIN QUESTION!” called Minx from the cushion she was on.
His response of how he didn’t mean to get dragged in to this “stupid middle schoolers game” was slightly slurred as he took a big chug of whatever liquid was floating around his red solo cup.
This worried Y/N. They never saw Technoblade drink more than enough to get him slightly tipsy, but they brushed it off on end-of-the-semester excitement. In any case, they would confront him when they got the opportunity to talk to him alone.
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Said opportunity arose after the Pizza arrived, and most people began to file into Karls movie room to watch whatever garbage show he decided on running. Y/N stayed back, intending to have full access to the pizza and Technoblade, noticing this, stayed with them. Y/N hopped up onto a counter and pulled the pizza boxes to them.
“Hey Tech?”
“Heh?”
“Are you okay? I haven't seen you drink this much before?” they asked, running a concerned hand through his hair before pressing it to his forehead to check how hot he was.
His eyes closed and he nuzzled into their touch.
“I guess I’m just nervous.”
“Nervous? What do you have to be nervous about? It’s winter break” they answered, a small smile on their beautiful face.
This was his chance.
“I have to start applying for colleges.”
Fuck, he missed it.
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The food brought a new bought of energy to everyone at the party, and by 3 in the morning, the celebration was still heavy in the air. Everyone thanked whatever brought Karl’s parents to buy a house far removed from any close neighborhoods, so the noise wouldn’t earn them a police visit.
Loud music blared from the speakers in the living room, which had been cleared of furniture to make space for the energetic teenagers.
Y/N took turns dancing with Niki, Minx, and Jack before being stolen away by Sapnap who spun them around until they almost threw up. Eventually, Y/N ended up on the outskirts of the dancefloor, where they saw their favorite apathetic pig-boy leaning against a corner, snickering at everyone who was embarrassing themselves in their drunken haze.
“WANNA DANCE?” asked Y/N leaning towards him to enunciate over the music.
How could he say no? When they were looking up at him with those big, bright eyes and a slight sheen of sweat over their face.
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The party began to dissipate nearing the hours of dawn. Around 5, people began trickling out. Except for the select few who had decided to just crash with Karl.
Technoblade and Wilbur parked a little ways away from their house, walking the rest of the way and ushering each other up the tree by Wilburs bedroom to sneak back in.
It was locked.
“You dimwit, didn’t you unlock the window?”
“Of course I did you arse, where do you think I snuck out from?”
Their bickering was interrupted by a small tap on the glass by none other than a smirking Tommy.
“Leave it to him to only wake up when he wants to annoy us”
“Tommy, let us in.”
Tommy made a rubbing motion with his index finger and thumb. Looking at Wilbur and sighing, Technoblade pulled his wallet out and held up a 10.
Tommy made a ‘more’ motion
20. Then 40. Then 50.
“So generous of you lads, come on in!” he giggled, snatching the money from his brother and leaving the window open for the two to clamber in awkwardly.
Technoblade snuck back into his room, stripping off his sweaty clothes and falling onto the mattress. Before he blacked out, he saw two notifications come in.
BitchBur: I took these pictures tn, thought u might want them ;) (8 images attached)
And
Y/N <3: I hope you figure out the college situation! <3 let me know if you can hang out sometime :D
He opened Wilburs text to find a collection of candid pictures Wilbur had snapped over the course of the night. One of Y/N in his lap, a few of them laughing together over pizza, a few of them on the dance floor, and what had to be his favorite: a picture of them kissing his cheek as a ‘good luck’ for his arm wrestle with Dream.
A smile creeped onto his face and he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his brother. He set the last picture as his wallpaper before turning off his phone and falling into a realm of blackness.
SPRING------------------
“That was my very last AP Exam!” exclaimed Y/N, walking through the door of the coffee house where all their friends were lounging.
The small shop erupted with cheers as they celebrated everyone finishing their school year. The cheers eventually died out, though, as the realization sunk in. Tomorrow was graduation.
The seniors in the group, Wilbur, Technoblade, Minx and Fundy were all going off to college.
Wilbur to England, Fundy to the Netherlands, and Minx to Ireland. The one person who hadn’t decided on a college yet was Technoblade.
“Why do you all have to leave the country?” whined Y/N.
A chorus of similar sentiments left the other juniors who were scattered around a few tables that had been pushed together.
As the conversation descended into dorms and expenses, Y/N received a text from Technoblade. The shock of the ‘ding’ made the pen that had been balancing between their lips clatter onto the floor.
Apathetic pig-boy: come outside
Y/N looked around, not having noticed that Technoblade had disappeared from the table. Taking advantage of the conversation everyone else was immersed in, they quietly snuck out, but not without avoiding Wilburs keen eyes, which narrowed upon realizing his brother was not at the table.
They wandered outside, finding Technoblade sitting at one of the outdoor tables covered by the awning.
“My Yale email came in.” he said as soon as he saw them walk outside.
They jumped with barely contained joy. “What did it say?”
“I wanted you to be here when I opened it.”
Everyone knew that Technoblades dream college was Yale. He had talked about it ever since he was a little kid, screaming about Greek mythology on the school playground. Y/N knew that it was Technoblades biggest ambition to study literature at one of the most renowned colleges in the world, but they still felt a twinge of sadness. On top of losing half their friends, they couldn’t lose the one person that meant the most to them too.
“Open it!”
Y/N leaned against the back of Technoblades chair, almost falling over his shoulder as they watched the loading icon on the college’s website.
Technoblade clicked on the notification and they both read it together
Congratulations! We are glad to inform you…
“THAT YALE UNIVERSITY HAS DECIDED TO ACCEPT YOUR APPLICATION! TECH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Screamed Y/N, wrapping their arms around his shocked figure. They placed a million kisses all over his face, gushing about how proud they were of him, ignoring the gut wrenching feeling inside of them.
“What’s the screaming about? Did you two finally get together?” Asked Wilbur as the group flooded out of the coffee shop to see what the commotion was about.
“Yale accepted me.” mumbled Technoblade, just loud enough for them to hear.
The cheers that followed his announcement almost made their small hometown collapse. Congratulations were exchanged and backs were pat, and in the mess, Y/N managed to sneak off to the side. The only person who noticed was Niki, who followed them to the corner of the parking lot where they were kicking at the asphalt with their converse. She sat down, and the two rested in silence, the April wind blowing their hair all over the place.
“He’s leaving.” He’s leaving me. They wanted to say, but they didn't.
Niki gave her friend a small side hug, somehow interpreting the sentence accurately. “He’s pursuing his dreams Y/N, you know he doesn’t want to leave you.”
“How do I make him stay? It’s selfish and I’d feel like a bitch but Niki I don’t think I can live without him.”
“Y/N.”
“Hmm?”
“You need to tell him how you feel.”
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The next day brought sunny skies and the enthusiastic atmosphere of graduation. They had all managed to snag themselves some graduation tickets to see their friends finish high school.
Jack, Niki, and Y/N were sitting in a Wendy’s parking lot, waiting for the clock to hit 11:45 so they could start making their way to school. It seemed empty without the Seniors of the group, as they were all at school getting ready for the ceremony. Y/N voiced this concern aloud, to which Jack responded, “We’ll have to get used to it. This is how it’s going to be next year.”
And the three fell into silence, sullenly dipping their fries into their frostys.
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Jack, Niki, and Y/N let themselves be jostled into school with the crowds of emotional parents and kids who were already bored of the event. They found decent seats, near the front aisle and set their belongings down.
Not a moment later, they were greeted by Philza, who filed in with the rest of the boys extended family to sit beside them.
The dimming of the lights led to hushed whispers erupting from the previously rowdy crowd.
Procedure came and went, the salutatorian and valedictorian giving their respective addresses to the crowd, the speech of the somewhat bored principal, and finally,
“Without further ado, presenting the Graduating Class of 2021!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd as names began to be called.
Within the first five minutes, the boredom began to set in and Jack began a game pigeon game, which Phil demanded to be added to. The four played the digital card game until they were pulled out of their concentration by a familiar name being called. They erupted into cheers as Fundy walked across the stage to pick up his diploma and shake the Principal’s hand. The process was repeated until Minx, her eyes shining as she shook the principal's hand earnestly, then flipped him off quickly behind his back, which sent the auditorium into a fit of laughter.
Person after person was called up, until...
“Technoblade Minecraft”
Philza almost cried. He stood on his chair, screaming in excitement for his son which made the boy in question flush as he collected his diploma and took a rather rushed leave off the stage, but not before seeing the heart that Y/N made with their fingers in his direction.
The same general act happened during Wilburs announcement, except that he laughed and gave his dad a cheering motion with his hands.
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The group spilled out onto the lawn of the school, congratulating people they knew when they saw them. Technoblade and Wilbur joined their family, receiving hugs from a very emotional Tommy. Y/N, Niki, and Jack waited behind for their friends to finish up with their families before tackling them in hugs. Screams and whoops came from the puddle of people on the floor, everyone yelling things to each other. The atmosphere was charged with happiness, and relief, and one couldn’t help but feel elation despite the bittersweet nature of graduation.
“Alright mates, party at my house!” boomed Philza over the noise.
The infamous graduation party. They had planned the two-part party in middle school, when they had had their first sleepover at the group's “hub”, aka Philza’s house. Since then, the party had become a reality and the first part would be executed tonight. The next being, of course, when the remaining half of the group graduated.
A marquis was set up in Phil’s garden, now uncluttered and full of spring blossoms. It was such a different atmosphere than it had been last summer, when their bonfires would stretch out into the early hours of the morning.
Food laden tables were scattered around the marquis, and to everyone's delight, a chocolate fountain rested on one of them.
After collecting food and gifts from various guests, the group found themselves sitting under the shade of a large tree with a rickety old treehouse balancing on it, which Tommy and Tubbo were attempting to devise a plan to get into with the help of their friend Ranboo, who didn’t seem as enthusiastic about the idea as the others.
“My flight leaves next week.” sighed Minx, leaning against Niki’s shoulder.
“I’ll be out of here by July the latest”
“Phil’s taking us to London next week and I’ll just be staying”
Everyone turned to Technoblade to reveal when he would be leaving for college.
“I’m going to Connecticut a week before the beginning of the term”
“So how long will you be home this summer?” Y/N asked, setting down their cookie.
“Between travelling and dorm set-up, I’ll probably only be here for about two weeks total.”
Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as they pushed their head into Technoblades chest.
“I just-” sniffle “I just can’t believe you’re all leaving!” they cried, muffled by Technoblades button down.
This sent everyone into a fit of tears as they all began hugging each other for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
The moment was interrupted by Phil, who came out of the house with a camera and various props. Encouraging everyone to gather around and take pictures. Everyone scuffled around to fix their disheveled appearances and began making their way to Phils makeshift photo booth.
“Tech- wait!” called Y/N, pulling him back by the forearm. “Your hair”
They put pressure on his shoulders to get him to lean down so that they could fix his stray hairs.
Right then, looking at the way Y/N’s shoes sank into the ground and feeling their light touch in his hair, he decided. I have to tell them. This is my last chance.
“Hey Y/N?”
“Hmm?”
“I-” deep breaths, “I need you to-”
“Come on, lovebirds get in the picture!” called Phil, walking over to drag them to where everyone else was.
Y/N gave him an apologetic look, woven with the silent promise of later.
Damnit Dad.
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The pictures had lasted what felt like eons, but between the corny props and the harsh afternoon sunlight, they held valuable memories.
But Technoblade had no interest in them at the moment, as he dragged Y/N behind the trunk of the tree they had sat at before.
The sunlight filtering through the leaves made Y/N’s face all that much more beautiful, and Technoblade struggled to tear his attention away to focus on telling them. He gathered up his courage and opened his mouth to speak.
But the only thing that came out was “OW!”
As a pinecone bonked off his head and rolled away on the ground, leaving chips of it in his hair.
“Look out below!” Called Tubbo from somewhere above them. So they managed to get in. Damnit.
Y/N took his hand and led him to the other side of the tree, away from the boys’ field of destruction. They sat down gently, pulling Technoblade down with them to pluck the pieces of pinecone out of his hair.
“Here. Distraction free! Now tell me what you’ve been trying to say because there’s something I need to tell you too.”
That gave Technoblade the perfect opportunity to gather his nerves. “You go first”
“No, it’s fine you!”
“No you go!”
It seemed as if the stars had collided and sent out particles so many eons ago with the knowledge that everything would lead up to these two kids coming to the same conclusion at the same time.
“I love you”
“I love you”
Their eyes met as they stared, wide-eyed and gaping-mouthed at each other. Overcoming the initial shock, they began to ramble.
“I didn’t think you felt the same way because you always got quiet around me and then you woul-”
“Can I kiss you?” Technoblade interrupted them, not really hearing their rambling through the buzz going through his brain.
They nodded shyly in response as he wrapped his hand around the back of their neck to pull them dizzyingly, tauntingly closer. He looked into their eyes one more time to make sure they were serious, but Y/N was already closing the gap between their lips. They hoisted themselves into his lap and gripped his hair to bring him impossibly closer.
But alas, in this group of people, nothing goes unnoticed or undisturbed.
“EW! TECHNO’S KISSING Y/N!” screamed Tommy from the balcony of the treehouse which resulted in whoops and cheers from everyone at the party.
“FINALLY!” yelled someone amongst the crowd.
Y/N felt their ears burn a bright red as they buried their face into Techno’s neck.
“Yeah Y/N! Get some!”
“Oh fuck off!”
A/N: i hope u guys liked it :D, also this is my first time writing with they/them pronouns so if i made a mistake pls don’t hesitate to correct me!
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Maybe Wilbur x reader where he introduces you to SBI and he’s nervous?
this is so cute and im sorry it took so long to get this out!!!
You anxiously stood next to wilbur in front of his father, Phils, door. A while back he had gotten a message from phil saying he wanted a family dinner with him and all his brothers and that he could bring someone if he wanted to. of course he invited you to go, he practically begged you to go, not wanting to have to be alone at the hell of a dinner.
Phil opens the door with a smile, “oh wilbur, nice to see you! And who might this be?” he said, gesturing to you
“O-oh this is my partner actually. Please be nice, theyre really scared.” phil nods at wilburs words before inviting you two in. to be honest you didnt want to go to this and wouldnt have if wilbur didnt bug you about it as much as he did.
You take a shaky step inside, gripping tightly onto wils hand before looking over at the table where the others sat. there was a tall, brutish man sitting in one of the chairs. He looked almost 7 feet tall when he stood and had a long pink braid under his crown, not to mention that he had tusks that stuck out from soft pink skin of his face. Phil points up to him, “this is technoblade, the oldest. You obviously know wilbur,” you nod and lean into his side as phil keeps talking.
“And this is my youngest, tommy.” the boy he referred to had dirty blonde hair and braces. He wore a dirty white shirt with red long sleeves and some tan pants. It was much different from the one phil called technoblades outfit was. Techno had been dressed as if he were royalty, long red cape, his tusks adorne with golden jewelry.
“Hey pretty girl” tommy says with a smirk. You laugh a little as you are leaded to the table to sit.
“Tommy, fuck off” wilbur says to him, scared of making you feel uncomfortable. The two begin to bocker back and forth as phil puts his head in his hands and you look down.
Finally technoblade tunes in, “can you both shut up, youre making them uncomfortable and overall ruining my dinner.” he takes a bite of the soup that had just been served. Wilbur glares at techno before rolling his eyes and stopping. Phil lets out a sigh and starts up a normal conversation between everyone. Soon stories from the kids childhoods were shared and you were all just laughing and having a good time. A few hours over it was time to leave. As you stood up, techno and the other did as well, tommy getting the bowls and rushing them to the kitchen.
“Thank you both so much for coming, it was lovely to meet you again,” phil hugs you and you smile, hugging back. “Thank you for taking care of my boy,” he whispers before pulling back from the hug. Technoblade also hugs you before wil opens the door, leading you both on your way home.
Once you both get home, he leads you to the couch to sit as he sets up a fire in the fireplace. You just sit and watch him with a soft smile. He finishes up and moves to sit next to you on the couch. “They loved you, ya know?” he says soft to you. “Techno has never stood up for any of my partners let alone hugged them. And i could tell by phils wings that he liked you. Im so in love with you and to have my family love you too just makes you even more perfect.” he leans in and kisses you softly. You both got invited over to dinner more after that.
#c!wilbur x reader#sbi x reader#sbi dream smp#dream smp#dream smp x reader#mcyt#mcyt x reader#c!wilbur#fluff#wilbur x reader
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anything | p!irl!sbi x brazilian!gn!reader
May i ask for a brazilian reader with sbi ? Platonic, like, I'm brazilian and stuff isn't looking too good here, and i needed a pick me up if that's okay! If you feel like that's too heavy, maybe a brazilian reader who's insecure about their accent? Also may i be the ✨ anon? I was the one who complimented your pronouns before jdnwndnw
ofc u can be the ✨ anon :DD ty for the pronoun complement again >.< i tried my hardest with this but sorry if i mess anything up D: i made it irl! where ur a little older than tommy , age not rlly specified , and u met sbi thru tommy !! <3 also can i ask ur prns ? i dont want to misgender u <3
also this is fucking awful im sorry i needed 2 post >.<
> summary: reader is feeling insecure about their accent, sbi picks up quickly and tries to help them!
> type: hurt/comfort
> warnings: swears i think ? self doubt
> irl!
> word count: 531
sitting at their desk, y/n pulled their knees to their chest with a sigh. they rested their forehead against the top of their knees, angrily chewing on their lip to pull their thoughts away from the day. discord notifications rang through their headphones, which were discarded on top of the desk the night before. the noise was enough to make y/n slam their hands onto the desk, opening discord to see tommy spamming one of the many group chats.
tommy: y/n
tommy: y/n
tommy: y/n
tommy: y/n
y/n: dude what the fuck do u want.
tommy: rela x dude!!!
tommy: join vc plz
tommy: plz
Ph1lza: Tommy leave them alone
tommy: no
sigh puffing from y/n's chest, they pulled the headphones over their ears. opening the vc and taking a deep breath in, y/n joined at was met with tommy and wilbur bickering.
"tommy shut up. tommy shut up. tommy shut up." wilbur repeated, voice loud and barely powering over tommy.
"i'm just saying that we are like brothers and you are a liar!" tommy yelled back, quickly getting reprimanded by his mother. "hullloooo." techno finally greeted y/n, breaking the argument.
"Y/N!!" tommy and wilbur yelled at the same time, causing another mini-fight about them being like brothers.
"hi mate," phil chuckled, water bottle clicking. "anyway. how are you y/n?" he prodded carefully, keyboard clicking through y/n's headphones. y/n let out a shaky sigh, trying to fight off the days heaviness on their shoulders.
"nothing, just some school stuff that sucked." y/n lied easily, rubbing their temples. "y/nnnnnn, will you play some minecraft with me?" tommy questioned, starting to type as well.
"i don't know tommy, i have a lot of work and --"
"PLEASEEEEEE!" he begged loudly, mic glitching. wincing, y/n rolled their eyes and sighed.
"alright. get onto hypixel."
soon, tommy, y/n, techo and wilbur were all on hypixel. phil narrated in the background as tommy screen shared, the group laughing as tommy and wilbur continuously fell on every game they played.
"y/n? can i steal you for a sec?" wilbur asked, pulling y/n into a different vc. "what's up wil?" y/n asked, fingers wrapping around their water bottle to soothe their vocal chords.
"are you.. okay? we all noticed you were kinda quiet at the beginning of the call and we wanted to make sure you were okay." wilbur asked, carefully dodging words. y/n froze, eyebrows furrowing.
"yeah, i guess." y/n spoke up after a moment. "just.. is my accent like, annoying? be completely honest, please. i trust you."
wilbur let out a scoff, shuffling in his office chair. "y/n, your accent is far from annoying. trust me. i happen to rather like your accent, much preferred over mine or maybe even tommy's. its on a nice level like philza minecrafts, definitely better than that bloke technoblade." he teased, y/n letting out a small grin.
"i think your accent is lovely, y/n. why don't we get back to the call, yeah?" wilbur asked, y/n humming in agreement.
"of course. thank you, wilbur."
#sbi x reader#sleepy bois inc x reader#wilbur soot x reader#technoblade x reader#tommyinnit x reader#philza x reader#philza x you#tommyinnit x you#technoblade x you#wilbur soot x you#hurt/comfort#dsmp imagines#dream smp imagines#sbi imagine
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hi! can you please write something with Wilbur where his partner is writing a high fantasy novel, like they keep writing things down on napkins, and the walls are covered in post it notes with like, plot stuff? thank you so much!!
Wilbur w/ a Writer!S/O
TW: cursing
Requested?: [Yes] [No]
Note: I honestly really like how this turned out! :)
Masterlist // Rules for Requesting
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wilbur would be so excited for you and your novel
although you haven't finished your novel yet, he still asks for you to read it out for him since he knows it'll be good
also because he's too impatient to wait for the book to be published
"But y/nnnnn"
"I've told you Wilbur! You have to wait for me to finish writing it first!"
"But then you have to get it edited and then you have to get feedback and then-"
"Okay fine, how about I'll read a small paragraph to you tonight?"
"Wait really?!? oh my god, oh my god, you're the best!"
he'll think its cute that you write down ideas for your novel on napkins, post-it notes, on yourself, etc
you guys' shared bedroom is covered in your post-it notes
walk inside and you can already spot a few of them
on the desk? yup there's a few
on the walls? many
computer screen? plenty
in the bathroom? don't ask why but yes there's some on the mirror
he once accidentally threw out a few of your post-it notes that has your notes on it and he felt so bad even though you said that it was fine
"Y/n im so sorry, i didn't mean to i just wasn't paying attent-"
"Wilbur.. we're literally watching a movie right now and like i said many times already, its fine."
"Are you sure? i could maybe go dig it back up, i don't think i took out the trash ye-"
You'll have to kiss him to shut him up
that'll do the trick :)
Or you could let him ramble on and just wait till he’s finished talking
But I dont reccomend that since Wil would ramble on forever
So the the first option is the way to do it then ;)
"First of all, that's disgusting, second of all, i already wrote down the stuff that was on the post-it note already on my computer"
"oh."
i feel like wilbur would be the type of person who would always have a pen and paper on him just for you
need a post-it note? wilbur has some
need a pen to write on said post-it note? boom! in your hands already
need a flat surface to write down the idea for your novel? your boyfriend would literally let you use his back
you'll be so nervous and stressed after sending your novel to a editor/publisher so wilbur would bring you to your favorite places so you could de-stress
It’ll be adorable honestly
He’ll try his very best to make you not think of your novel just so you could not worry about it
also he'll definitely would be that person who's like "Break their heart and i'll break your bones" to their sister's boyfriend except he's like that to your novel's editor
"This is part is good y/n but look at this, you already included how the main character is-"
"Say their writing sucks and I'll break your bones"
*editor raises an eyebrow at you*
"oh my god Wilbur…”
Yeah… you definitely regret bringing him with you to that meeting
You'll have to explain to him that its a editor's job for them to change some parts of the novel anyway so it becomes better
he'll understand but deep down he'll still throw hands if your editor says some mean shit to you or your novel
Good luck trying to stop him in the future
he'll want to be the first person to buy your book so he could brag about how he got the first copy
if you decide to give him the original copy of your novel that you received he'll literally freak out about it
:0 <- his face when he receives it
He’ll even show his stream and if you approve, he’ll read maybe a paragraph or even a chapter to his viewers
“Chat look! I got y/n’s new novel! Doesn’t it look cool?”
Once he accidentally read too much of it on stream since he got distracted by how good it was
There’s a clip of you two when he was reading the book on stream and you barging in to quickly stop him from spoiling the book too much
“And then the-“
*you barging in the room*
“WILBUR I THINK YOU READ TOO MUCH”
“oh no”
Sneak peek to the viewers i guess
when your novel finally gets approved and gets published, wilbur would literally throw a whole ass party to celebrate
he'll invite some of your close friends as well as the sbi fam
he'll even let everyone know about your novel even though you tried to stop him
*que him getting on top of a table*
"DON'T FORGET TO CONGRATULATE Y/N ON HER NEWLY PUBLISHED NOVEL GUYS!!"
"wilbur stop fucking embarrassing me..."
overall, your boyfriend would be very, very supportive of you
Just… be sure to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t read the whole ass book to his stream by accident
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