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lookinghalfacorpse · 1 year

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all these lives and you’ve never learned a damn thing. au where c!dream and c!sam have met many, many times in the past.

tw: mentions of violence, injury, blood, typical c!awesamdude behavior, implied c!awesamdream

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- there’s only one, rotting book in the basement of philza’s cabin that tells the whole story. a god of creation and destruction, sharp-featured and bright-eyed, and the Warden created to contain him. the Wardens are a unique breed-- blind and single-minded, yet with a superior sense of hearing and smell, bound to darkness and skulk. their name states their simple purpose: to imprison. no human could survive in the skulk for long, but for a god, the agony is eternal. even if he escaped, what would he face? the angry and jealous pantheon that locked him away? the mortals who no longer worship? in his hands is the power of revival, and that’s exactly what he does; he recreates himself, later in the timeline, breathing air free of skulk spores for the first time in eons and praying that the future is kinder.

- (the Warden wails and screams, finding his prisoner gone. when the God Prisoner cried, it was beautiful-- when the Warden cries, his sonic shrieks destroy the city around him)

- (what is his purpose now? what name do they call him? he was yours, he was yours, he was YOURS.)

- he is a farmhand, and he is gentle. a young man interested in racing, both on foot and on horseback, and he’s good at what he does. he enjoys the company of close friends who he’s known since childhood. some have moved to the city to study in big school-towns (’universities’, he thinks? ‘campuses’? is there a difference?) but he isn’t interested, and he feels claustrophobic in the crowds. his horses need him. historians discover a mural buried deep underground-- a depiction of a god of creation and destruction. sharp-featured and bright-eyed. the gods of old have locked him away, it says. yet, he appears to be standing and breathing, right there in the stables, wearing muddy boots.

-superstition leads them to send five warriors after him. among them, a childhood friend who studied in the city, mastering forgery, weaponry, and engineering. he doesn’t make it easy for them-- he’s a runner, after all. the chase is long. arduous. he’s hungry, and there’s no time to stop.

- (an arrow through his left lung. he’s gasping and retching on the ground, drowning in his own blood. in his escape, he exploded the mural. he doesn’t know why he did it. spite, he supposes. when the Goddess of Death takes him, she recognizes him, and she wonders if he’ll try again)

- he is a traveler, and he is free. a giant box of oddities and antiques is bound to his back, and he visits various villages to make a few sales before moving on. he spends several days in a busy port town, befriending the locals. he hears rumors of the prince-- an intelligent but aloof sort who spends time in the marketplace, enjoying what’s left of his youth before he inherits the crown. he laughs-- you only hear about disguised princes in fairy tales. he sells a hand-painted bowl from lands far south of the ocean to a handsome man with broad shoulders.

- (’he looks like a god,’ the prince thinks. he’s not sure where the thought came from.)

- (he was yours, he was YOURS--)

- (”bring me the traveler in the green cloak,” he tells his guards, “he’ll be a fine addition to the throne room.”)

- a butterfly and a spider. the spider will not bite, but the web holds strong. starvation settles.

- he is young, and he is in love. he’s also a warrior, and he wears many scars on his skin, but he’s not thinking about that right now. he’s known the blacksmith for years, and he’s thinking of a new way to fluster him. hand-feed him an expensive chocolate from the neighboring town? ask the tailor down the road to make something special? even complimenting his craftsmanship seems to be enough these days. the push and pull of new romance has helped him recover from the bloodshed-- he sees the chance for a new life, and it comes from the same man who made his weapons.

- “your handiwork kept me alive on that field, you know.”

- a piece of a broken mural lies underground. a young king excavates the land, and it’s tossed into the ocean with every other rock and stone. a lab is built there instead, and atop it, a mighty castle.

- "I'm basically immortal! i don't have an heir because i won't ever need one. i'll just rule forever! and look-- the villagers are living much better lives with everything i taught them, and it's only gonna get better!" the king is charming, at least. clearly passionate about his work. but...

- "so what do you need me for?" he asks. he was only passing by, after all. on the run after his own kingdom was ransacked. the defeat was heavy on his shoulders, but he still had his life, and it was all he needed.

- "i-- what? isn't it obvious?" he paces, his hands splayed. "i want you safe inside these walls. with me." (he was YOURS) "just me and you. Don't... don't make me ask twice."

- the power of revival is in his hands again. he feels his heart beating in his chest. he makes plans. he designs a structure-- dark and gruesome (no human could survive in the skulk for long, but for a god--) (starvation settles) (he’s gasping and retching on the ground, drowning in his own blood).

- (praying that the future is kinder...)

- “c’mon, punz,” he says, “sam is the only one who can do this. trust me on this.”

#drabbles #dreblr #my demons speak #past life au #cdream #c!dream #csam #c!sam #c!awesamdude #c!awesamdream #awesamdream

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monsterritory · 8 months

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What are some of your feelings about awamdream? Any writing about it or drabbles? The ppl need food

Ask and I shall feed you. Also you are so in luck I was literally just thinking about them.

Every Dream ship has a very specific dynamic in my head, and I think AwesamDream is the most versatile of them. Because depending on your mood, you could either have Sam hating Dream so much that he loves him, or loving him so much that he hates him. I see him as generally obsessed with Dream. It was probably just an innocent, platonic lil crush before the prison.

But Pandora's Vault introduced Sam to the concept of Dream beaten up and crying under him, and something inside of him switched when he felt like he was in control of somebody else. Ironically this is what Dream feels towards Tommy, which Sam despises him for. How dare Dream obsess over another man? Only Sam is allowed to do that. When Dream stalks and daydreams about hurting Tommy - it's wrong and obsessive, but when Sam does it to Dream - he's not doing anything wrong because he is a good guy and therefore incapable of being wrong.

More under the cut.

Sidenote. The Drunz dynamic in my head is unwavering trust and loyalty. They can trust each other like nobody else. They have killed and revived each other for science, and for kinks. They feel confident putting their lives into each other's claws and being at each other's mercy. But at the same time they have a very healthy amount of life outside of each other, making them a perfect match, spare for the fact that they don't live together.

But let’s say for the sake of this AU I’m crafting here that they do.

Dream moves in with Punz after he escapes. Not into Punz’s house - into a new base far away from the Mainland. Dream is very traumatized, and Punz wants nothing more than to help him. They don’t even have to try hard - they just treat Dream with human decency again, and it slowly starts to remind Dream that he’s a person with a right to be loved.

(Another sidenote. My Dream is an impala hybrid, Punz is a coyote hybrid, and Sam is a creeper/mantis hybrid).

It takes a few months and Dream realizes that he’s doing so much better than he did before. That is until he comes downstairs to find Punz arguing with Sam. God knows how he tracked them down, but the matter of fact is he is here, and Punz is yelling at him to leave before they kill him.

Dream stays hidden by the doorway, listening to what they’re saying.

“You got some balls showing up here without any armour. You know I could just take your last life, right here, right now?”

“I know, I know. I'm not here to fight or harm anyone. Punz, I just need to see Dream. I need him back.”

“Sure, let me go get him.” Punz jokes, sarcastically, “Do you really think he’s gonna go back to the prison just because you’ll ask him to?”

“This isn’t about the prison!” Desperation is apparent in Sam’s voice. “It’s about me. I realized… I need him.”

Punz continues telling Sam to leave, but then Dream interrupts the conversation, saying that he’s actually willing to give Sam a chance. It’s just that…

“I’m not the same guy that escaped that cell.” Dream says to Sam. “I learned what I’m worth now. If you want to be with me - it’s Punz you’ll be competing with for a right to even be around me. And Sam, I promise to you, there will be many hoops to jump through, and there will be rules and expectations you haven’t even dreamt of.”

Sam nods his head enthusiastically. He’ll do anything. He thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t get to touch Dream again.

His desire to hurt Dream has grown into a desire to protect him over the course of the months that they spent apart. To hold him in his arms, and maybe it’s the Warden side of him that has merged in a tango with the side of him that’s obsessed with Dream. He wants to be the right kind of Warden this time.

During the same scene I imagine Sam tries to touch Dream - not with any malicious intent. He just misses him so much. Maybe Dream walks past him, but trips over something on the floor, and Sam catches him before he falls, gripping his hand by the wrist. Dream ends up pushing him off, startled, then suddenly yells for him to leave, now, right now, immediately. Punz stands between them, emphasizing how important it is that Sam leaves now.

Sam doesn’t get it. Until he hears ragged breathing come from Dream. He’s having a panic attack, from something as small as having Sam grip his hand so that he doesn’t fall over.

He may know better now, but some traumatic events are still too freshly engraved in his brain.

Sam can’t help but feel hurt. He’s finally seeing just how deeply he fucked up the man he just realized he loves with all of his soul.

His path to earning Dream’s trust again would take at least a 300k hurt/comfort slowburn. But this is all you’re getting from me tonight.

#Anonymous #Hoops AU #I guess? I can see at least one more drabble I could write for his idea if you ask again #Drunz #AwesamDream #Dreamwastaken #Punz #Awesamdude #Starving nation asks and malevolent god provides #Benevolent*#Eh both

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cherubim-of-vvkastel · 7 months

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💭 + Dancing

Do your characters know how to dance? Who’s the best dancer, and who constantly steps on their partner’s toes? How do they ask someone to dance? What’s their favorite dance style? Etc. etc.

c!Awesamdude

Sam is definitely one of my less coordinated muses when it comes to casual dancing. Depending on whether he's a centaur or bipedal, his ability to dance shifts in many ways. He's never received any official dance lessons unless you want to count swaying from side to side while he's working his many jobs.

After the creation of Las Nevadas, however, Sam had stepped up his game to keep bringing in business and money in any way possible. It's no secret that Sam works at the Las Nevadas club or was supposed to after it was officially opened.

If you ask Sam to slow dance with you, there is a very high chance he will step on your toes or hold onto you so tight his claws tear your shirt. If you ask Sam to show you how he likes to dance, you'll find yourself sitting down while Sam spins and twists around a pole as if it is an extension of himself.

He's far more comfortable on a stage dancing with himself than a partner, so it is incredibly rare for him to ask someone to dance unless it's in the comfort of his own home. In that case, he'll kick on some jazzy country-style tunes and spin you around with no rhyme or rhythm.

c!Luzuriaga

Luzu doesn't dance — or at least that's what he'll try to tell you. Overall, Luzu isn't necessarily good or bad at dancing. He's perfectly average. With a body built for archery and running, he has no issues dipping his partners or catching them if they stumble, but don't expect him to pull any crazy calculated moves.

Luzu's always preferred watching others dance as opposed to getting involved himself, though he has a massive soft spot for holding a partner close and swaying side to side.

He feeds off of others and their energy, so if they're jumping all around, he's guaranteed to eventually laugh and dance with at least a little more energy than before.

c!Punz

Dance is Punz's first language. It is the language they speak before opening their mouth, the language they constantly express despite their pursed lips or deep looks. As a bee hybrid, they often express their emotions and needs through body language — shimmying their shoulders, tapping their feet, and shivering with full body shakes. Dance comes as naturally to Punz as breathing.

Because dance acts more as a language than an art form for Punz, they don't mind any specific style. They can pick up on the subtle intentions between certain types of dance on top of the feelings of the dancers themselves.

Gestures, gestures, gestures, everything Punz does revolves around movements. When they speak, they have to sign it out physically, or else it doesn't seem to have the right emphasis on it. Even when they try to keep still, their wings will rub together in an antsy buzz, and they will shift on their feet.

They will never get upset if someone grabs them and starts swaying (curious, maybe, but never upset). Safe to say, Punz is dancing with everyone every chance they get!

c!Quackity

If you want to keep your toes in tack, do not dance with Quackity. She has the worst duck feet you have ever seen. There is no dancing bone in her body as she stumbles over a chorus or staggers in her heels after a quick spin.

No matter how much time you spend trying to teach Quackity how to dance, she will somehow always find a way to step on your toe or foot or will slip up over her own shoes like a newborn lamb still gathering her bearings. It's quite funny when you consider that she's never on the dance floor save for when she's handing out drinks or encouraging people to give it a shot.

Quackity is a host first and foremost. She will be a pretty face with an even prettier mouth, but don't expect much of a show on the types of dances she's capable of doing. Ballroom? She can't keep the motions. Tango? She'll fall and drag you down with her. Hip-hop? The only thing spinning with her is her eyes when she's landed on her ass in front of a crowd.

If you happen to have the patience to try to teach her, Quackity will prove to be a laughing mess who can't keep a straight face. You'll eventually land yourself jumping around like an uncoordinated toddler and having just as much fun regardless.

c!Sapnap

For the sake of this headcanon, consider that c!BBH is Sapnap's canonical father; I've always thought about how a presumed immortal demon would raise another much younger demon. Sapnap was raised to adjust to the ever-changing history and life of the Overworld. He would have been faced with monarchy sooner or later.

Because of this, Sapnap was taught how to ballroom dance from a very young age. It was one of their pastimes as father and son, spinning around in an open field while BBH hummed a tune for them to keep beat to. As a kid, he wasn't perfect, but it was an excellent way to get his wildfire energy under control.

As an adult, Sapnap doesn't find as much time to dance as he used to, especially since he's separated from his father and had to deal with several wars and the constant shifting of a monarchy to presidencies — he also just thinks no one would want to dance with him.

When he does get the chance, Sapnap is phenomenal. He tends to shift from the follower to the lead depending on his partner's comfort level, but regardless, he is smooth and graceful. He insists that it isn't just the lead who controls the dance but the follower's job to keep pace and compliment every turn to create the right feel.

Sapnap has always been on the more shy end of inviting others to dance. Sometimes, he'll just offer his hand; other times, he's moping and muttering that he's bored, and they "might as well show everyone up." If it genuinely means something deep to him, he'll grin like a dork and mock a bow, "Dance with me, yeah? C'mon, dude, I can't do it alone."

These are just a few of my muses! Thank you for the headcanon suggestion <3

#﹛somebody that I used to know﹜ awesamdude - asks #﹛change the formality﹜ awesamdude - drabbles/headcanons #﹛karma﹜ luzuriaga - asks #﹛backstabber﹜ luzuriaga - drabbles/headcanons #﹛theyre kinda hot though﹜ punz - asks #﹛dirty laundry﹜ punz - drabbles/headcanons #﹛pretty poison﹜ quackity - asks #﹛omerta﹜ quackity - drabbles/headcanons #﹛honeypie﹜ sapnap - asks #﹛monster energy gun﹜ sapnap - drabbles/headcanons #unfounded daydreams

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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blackbird fly

by darkwhitepebble

the house is still empty - the effects of loneliness

Words: 5168, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of take a shot | drabbles

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson, Sam | Awesamdude

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson, Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, very, very sad, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Character Death, Please Be careful, Sad, just sad, in general, i dont know how i started writing this

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40336377

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is

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weird-agender-fool · 1 year

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Keys: ❤️ = Fluff, 🖤 = Angst, 💛 = Platonic, 💟 = IRL

Mcyt

C!Dream:

Nothing

C!Techno: (PLATONIC ONLY)

Nothing

C!Wilbur:

Nothing

C!Niki:

Nothing

C!Eret:

Nothing

C!Quackity:

Nothing

C!Karl:

Nothing

C!Sapnap:

Nothing

C!Awesamdude:

Nothing

C!Punz:

Nothing

C!Badboyhalo:

Nothing

C!Skeppy:

Nothing

C!Fundy

Nothing

C!Tommy: (PLATONIC ONLY)

Nothing

C!Tubbo: (^ PLATONIC)

Nothing

C!Ranboo: (^ PLATONIC)

Nothing

C!Philza: (^^^)

Nothing

SBI family: (^^^)

Nothing

Dream team:

Nothing

Scenarios

Headcanons

Drabble

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Harry Potter

Harry:

Nothing

Ron:

Nothing

Hermione:

Nothing

Draco:

Nothing

Blaise:

Nothing

Pansy:

Nothing

Tom Riddle:

Nothing

Sirius:

Nothing

Lupin:

Nothing

Tonks:

Nothing

Snape:

Nothing

George:

Nothing

Fred:

Nothing

Neville:

Nothing

Luna:

Nothing

Lucius:

Nothing

Narcissa:

Nothing

Bellatrix:

Nothing

Scenarios

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Stranger things

Mike:

Nothing

Dustin:

Nothing

Lucas:

Nothing

Will: (since he is gay I'm only allowing male readers)

Nothing

Max:

Nothing

El:

Nothing

Steve:

Nothing

Nancy:

Nothing

Robin:

Nothing

Eddie:

Nothing

Chrissy:

Nothing

Billy:

Nothing

Vecna/001:

Nothing

Johnathan:

Nothing

Argyle:

Nothing

Scenarios

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Marvel/Avengers

Tony Stark:

Nothing

Steve Rogers:

Nothing

Bucky:

Nothing

Natasha:

Nothing

Wanda:

Nothing

Hawkeye:

Nothing

Bruce:

Nothing

Vision:

Nothing

Thor:

Nothing

Loki:

Nothing

Dr.Strange:

Nothing

Peter Parker:

Nothing

Scenarios

Headcanons

Drabble

#angst #fluff #mcyt #mcyt platonic #mcyt romance #mcyt angst #mcyt fluff #mcyt x y/n #lgbtq #stranger things #Marvel #Marvel x y/n #Harry potter #Harry potter x y/n

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dreamerstreamer · 3 years

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Hi! I’m a big fan of your blog and saw that you were opening drabble requests! I was wondering if you could do some Sam fluff?? Nothing super specific just cuddles or something??

“why are you so tall?”

sam paused behind you, then curled his arms a fraction tighter around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “what do you mean, why am i so tall?”

you traced a finger along one of the veins in his arm, frowning slightly. “i mean what i said,” you mumbled, leaning back against his chest. you felt his toes curl beneath you, and you sighed. “you’re so tall, and it’s just not fair.”

he chuckled against you, the rumbling of his chest sending a shiver down your spine. “you can ask my momma, if you’d like,” he hummed softly in your ear, his voice raspy and low. “i don’t think she’d be able to change my height, though.”

you let out a quiet giggle at that, sliding your fingers into the space between his as you inhaled his familiar scent of fresh linen and oak. “that’s alright,” you said, lifting his hand to press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

“i like you as you are.”

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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year

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Little One | Awesamdude

Summary: Sam worries about his best friend when they disappear to write a 12 page paper.

wc 994

Two days.

You had two more days until your paper was due and you had only written four out of the twelve page requirement. You were beginning to think you would never leave your house again. Chained to your desk, you ignored all phone calls, texts, any mention of the outside world was gone, all you had was you and your essay.

You were certain your friends and family were probably concerned if you were alive so you had tried to check in every once in a while. However, the texts and calls were far and few between at this point especially since your due date was looming over your head now.

Sam was starting to seriously worry about his best friend. You had become so MIA all of a sudden it was scaring him. He vaguely remembered that you had a paper due soon but it didn’t mean you had to shut everyone out and start scaring him. He decides on his free Sunday, he’d come over after stream and hopefully catch you where he thought you were.

You didn’t realize you had been sitting at your desk since the moment you woke up. You were exhausted but couldn’t get yourself to pull away from your work. You lift a hand to rub at your eyes, forcing them open when suddenly your doorbell rings.

You cast your eyes over to your computer before deciding to get up, knowing deep down it was probably your best friend. When you swing open the front door, your suspicions are right as your best friend stands in front of you.

Clad in gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt your heart comes to life for the first time in days. You always felt better, breathed easier, worried less when Sam was around. It was the effect he had on you that never seemed to end.

You mirror his outfit choice, black sweats and one of Sam's merch t-shirts. You watch as his face falls from one of relief to one of sadness, seeing your tired and weary state. He doesn’t hesitate to enter your apartment, shutting the door behind him before turning back around to you.

His gaze falls over you once more before he pulls you in, wrapping you up into his arms. You relish in the feeling of his hands on your waist and your arms wrapped around him.

“Have you eaten today?” he asks, pulling away slightly.

“Uh,” you hesitate and Sam frowns.

He pulls a coat off the rack next to him, draping it over your shoulders before pulling you out of the house. You climb into his car without a word, knowing that even if you tried to protest it wouldn’t work.

“How’s the paper going?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

“Not bad. Not great but it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever written.”

“Can I read it?”

“If I ever finish it,” you joke and Sam smiles, relief flooding through him that you were okay. Since Sam had just recently finished his own degree, he knew how demanding school could be. That’s why he was always so worried about you and when you disappeared doing homework.

He pulls into the McDonalds parking lot and into the drive thru. He doesn’t even ask your order, knowing what you get every time you go. You’re silent as he gets the food and pulls into a parking spot. He distributes the food between the two of you before diving in.

“Other than the paper, is everything else okay?” Sam asks carefully.

You let out a sigh, finally meeting your best friend's gaze and it pierces straight through you. Sam had always been the best at reading you. All he had to do was take one look and every emotion and every thought was revealed to him. It was a miracle he hadn’t caught onto the fact that you were completely and utterly in love with him.

Sam was starting to wonder if it was healthy for his heart to be beating this fast. It was going ridiculously fast, and he was worried if you could hear the steady pounding from the passenger side of the car.

Neither of you say anything, Sam running a hand up and down your leg before letting go. When you finish eating, he drives you home and without a word, follows you inside your tiny apartment.

You end up on your couch, side by side as Sam catches you up on everything you’ve missed. Your focus wavers, trailing over Sam’s features. His scrunched eyebrows as he tells you about stream. His determined but soft eyes as he lights up at the reminder of a funny moment during stream. The curve of his lips as he talks.

It was mesmerizing, enchanting, it was downright distracting. Sam doesn’t seem to notice though, and you’re grateful considering you’d be embarrassed beyond belief if he noticed you staring.

You try to tune back into the conversation but get as far as zoning back out and focusing deeply on his eyes. You must be possessed because before you know it, your hand is reaching towards him.

Your fingers brush over his cheek, causing him to still and turn towards you. You end up with your palm flat on his cheek, your eyes flickering between his and his lips.

You dive into him, his chapped lips meeting your soft silky ones. He savors you, breathing you completely in not letting a breath in or out. His hands find your thighs, pulling you up and over till you rest on his lap.

Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling away for a moment only to press your lips back to his as if it’s the first and last time you’ll ever do this. When you pull back for air once more, Sam stills you, his wild eyes searching yours.

“Are you having trouble breathing little one?” he asks quietly.

“A little bit,” you admit.

“Good.”

#awesamdude x reader #awesamdude x y/n #awesamedude x reader #awesamdude imagine #awesamdude drabble #mcyt fic #mcyt imagine

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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HELLO RAY! I have a sorta cute image prompt for you to possibly do? Idk it's cute to me so ima just day it, it's a Sam x Reader. Now they aren't together in it but actually get together in it, so basically we all know Sam has adopted Tommy at this point, but what if the Reader did the same thing *gasp*! Sort like a mother figure? But anyway, it's clear that Sam and the reader like each other but are awkward about it because reasons, so Tommy does as Tommy does and becomes WingmanInnit and attempts to get the two together, with out actually saying to either of them that's what he's doing. Thank you for doing this if you do💙💙💙 have a good day or night, make sure to eat/drink/take your meds, and have a good nap you deserve it!

HELLO FRIEND! I’m so sorry this took so long to write but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! This is a fem! reader because reader is referred to as “a mother figure” but you can honestly just pretend it’s “parental figure” and make it gender neutral!

Honey Barbecue-Awesamedude

You first met Tommy while you were walking the Prime Path back to your home from a trip to gather a specific type of wood. You quite literally crashed into the boy because he was so beaten up and disoriented that he didn’t even notice you and ran right into you. Your hands immediately reach up and grab onto the younger boy’s upper arms to stabilize him. “Tommy?” His bright blue eyes meet yours and you can tell he’s pretty out of it. “Okay kiddo, let’s get you to my house huh?”

With a little bit of struggle, you manage to get Tommy into your home and into your bed. Once his head hits your pillows, he’s out cold. You carefully clean him up and patch up his wounds before setting a glass of water by his bed and leaving him in the room.

Tommy doesn’t come out of the room until around sundown. He’s yawning, but he looks so confused but when his eyes meet yours, everything seems to come back to him. He gets this really sheepish look on his face and he rubs the back of his neck. “Hey… Sorry about earlier. Thanks for taking care of me.”

You give him a bright smile and nod, “Of course, Tommy. There’s no need to be sorry. It’s something anyone would do. Now come sit down. Dinner is almost ready.” Tommy hesitates for only a moment before seeming to get a whiff of whatever it is you’re cooking and making his way to the table and seating himself.

You force Tommy to stay the night at your house. It was getting really late and you didn’t want to run the risk of him getting into more trouble and hurting himself even further. He left once daybreak came, but that wouldn’t the last time he’d be spending the night at your house.

After that day, you kind of became like a mother figure to Mr. Tommy. You were always there for him and he always had a place in your home. You were one of the only people that was always on Tommy’s side no matter what and was able to remember that he was a liter child that needed to be taken care of. There was only one other person in the entire SMP that looked after Tommy like you did… And Tommy believed that you two would make a perfect couple.

You and Sam were the only ones that looked out for Tommy for no other reason than to look after him. You two had kind of become the young boy’s unofficial parents. Yes, Tommy had his own house, but most nights he could be found in either your’s or Sam’s house.

You and Sam knew each other, of course you knew each other. You two interacted sometimes but most of your conversations were about Tommy. Even with your limited conversations, you both quickly caught feelings for each other. The mutual care over Tommy was something you bonded over as well as, Tommy definitely doesn’t stop talking about you. You both had fallen for each other through your shared love of the boy that you considered your son, but also his words that he spoke about the two of you.

It would have been impossible not to fall in love with him.

However, it almost would be more impossible to tell him that you were in love with him.

And the same goes for him. Sam had feelings for you, but there was no way in hell he would ever tell you that.

This doesn’t make your feelings for each other any less obvious to one Mr. Tommyinnit. Contrary to popular belief, Tommy isn’t stupid. He’s very smart and very observant and he could tell almost instantly that the two of you clicked and that you two had developed feelings for each other. But it was also very obvious that you two knew of your feelings, but refused to acknowledge them.

He was going to fix that.

Sam had informed Tommy that he had made a nice steak dinner for supper that night and that he really would love it to have company over to share it with. Tommy saw this as the perfect opportunity to push you two together. Tommy told you that Sam had invited you two over for dinner that night and you believed him. So you dressed up in a cute outfit and at 10 minutes till, you and Tommy headed over to Sam’s place.

Sam was very surprised to find you standing at his door with Tommy, but it was a very pleasant surprise and one that he welcomed. Sam moved out of the way of the doorway and allowed you inside. You turned back around to face him and Tommy and found an odd sight. Tommy was still standing outside, staring down at his communicator. “Everything alright Tommy?” You ask, a little concerned as to who he was messaging.

Tommy’s head snaps up and meets your eyes, a small smirk forms on his face as he speaks. “Oh yeah. I’m fine… Tubbo not so much. I have to go help him. I don’t know how long it will take. Go ahead and eat without me.”

Not realizing what he was doing, you jumped in, “Oh! Is he okay? Do we need to come help?”

“No, no, no, no. It’s fine. He’ll be fine. You two being there will probably just embarrass him. Seriously, enjoy your time together,” Tommy tells the two of you before turning and running away.

Sam knows what the child had just pulled, you not so much. Sam could only glare after the boy but once he turns around his eyes find your frame, they soften. “Should we follow him? I know he said it’s fine but I don’t want--”

“Y/N. It’s Tommy and Tubbo. They’ll be fine. If not, they have their communicators. But if you want to leave, I would completely under--” “No! No. I want to be here… with you.”

There was a beat of awkward silence before Sam cleared his throat and held out his hand to you. “Well in that case, may I?” You carefully reach your hand out and let him grab it. He gingerly leads you through his house and to his kitchen table where he carefully guides you to sit down in a chair before pushing you in. He walks over to the counter and picks up two plates that he prepared right before the knock on the door and sits one down in front of you before sitting himself down with the other one.

“I hope everything tastes okay. I’m not the best chef but I wanted to do something nice for once,” Sam tells you sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck and looking anywhere but your face. Even though he’s not looking at you, you offer him a sweet smile and a laugh.

“I’m sure it will taste great Sam,” you assure the creeper hybrid as you pick up your fork and knife. Sam copies your motions and gives you a big smile and together you begin to dig into the meal.

The food tastes great. Sam really undersold himself, and you were sure to let him know. You complimented his cooking over and over as you two dined and chatted. It was really cute to watch his freckles light up as a form of blush to coat his cheeks under your heavy praise. A lot of the time all he could manage to get out in response was a small “thank you.”

The conversation flowed naturally between you two as you discovered you had a lot more in common than just caring for Tommy. You two talked about what you did for work and what you did for fun. Some of the conversation revolved around Tommy, but not a whole lot. You mostly used your experience with Tommy as a way to jump from on topic to another.

You two continue to talk even after you’re done eating. You help Sam clean up, despite his protests, and you two take a seat on his couch and talk for a while more. You two snap out of your conversation when one of the redstone clocks he’d made chimes loudly letting the two of you know that it was now 10pm (2200). You’re both shocked about how late it had gotten, and although you wanted to keep talking, you knew you should probably get home.

Sam, ever the gentleman, offers to walk you home, and you still wanting to be able to spend a little more time with him, you accept. Together, the two of you walk back to your house. Sam has his sword just in case but no mobs bother you. You two get to your front door sooner than you would have liked. The two of you stop and turn toward each other in front of your door.

“Well… This is me,” you state after a few moments of silence.

“This is you… I had a really nice time tonight Y/N… Would we be able to do this again sometime?��

A wide smile spreads across your face as you nod a little frantically, “Yeah. Yeah, I would love that.”

There are a few more moments of silence before Sam takes a deep breath and then blurts out, “Can I kiss you?”

You’re surprised at the question, but you find yourself giving him a small nod. Sam seems a little shocked at your answer, but his hand comes up and cups the side of your face and he ever so slowly leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You immediately melt into him, your hands finding their way onto his chest and slowly dragging up onto his shoulders and you pull him a little bit closer to you. His other hand finds itself on your waist, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss.

The kiss ends too soon for your taste, but you also know that if it didn’t end when it did, you’re not sure it would have ever ended. Sam gives you a soft smile after pulling away. He carefully removes his hands from your body, you doing the same.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Sam.”

You stand there, back pressed against your front door, watching after him until he was no longer in your eyesight. You let out a small dreamy sigh before turning around and letting yourself into your own house.

You are immediately startled by the presence of a teenage boy sitting in your kitchen, gorging himself on what looks like some chicken wings. “What the heck are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is Tubbo okay?” You ramble out as you rush further into the kitchen, placing yourself between beside him, your eyes scanning over his body, making sure that he’s okay.

Tommy just rolls his eyes and laughs, “Tubbo’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. I just needed a place to eat my wings. Wings for a wingman. I’d say I’m a pretty successful wingman?”

It was then that it hit you. Tubbo never really needed help with anything. Tommy didn’t leave you two alone to help Tubbo. He had set you up. Tommy had forced you and Sam to be alone together because he knew that this would happen. That the two of you would fall deeper and in turn would admit that you had feelings for one another…. This sneaky, meddling kid.

You wanted to be mad. You really did. But you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at the boy for giving you the opportunity to go out on a date with the man you had been crushing on for many weeks now. So instead of taking the time to scold him, you instead opted to playfully push Tommy’s head before snatching a wing from his plate.

Tommy opened his mouth to complain but fell silent at the sight of your playful glare. “Now, I will be taking this honey barbeque wing and will be heading off to bed. Clean up after yourself and get to sleep soon. Goodnight kiddo.” Tommy gives you a small smile and a nod before wishing you goodnight as well. You turn on your heel and walk out of the room toward your bedroom. But right before you were about to exit, you stop and turn back around.

“Hey Tommy?” You call, drawing his attention to you. You give him a soft smile before raising the wing you had taken from his plate. “Thank you for being our wingman.” And with that you turn on your heel once more and continue on your way to your room. Even though he’s a sneaky, meddling kid, you couldn’t help but be very thankful for the boy that had brought you and Sam close together… You’ll have to make sure he’s the best man at the wedding.

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hey hun<3 i wanted to pop in and ask if you have a headcanon nicknames for the mcyt’s s/o coming up? like i totally can imagine techno calling his s/o “darlin’” in the techno way of no “g” on the end and sam calling his s/o “honey” or any of them calling their s/o “sweetheart” & i know you’d do my ideas justice with your amazing writing<3

+ just yes, anon this is such a cute ask

pet names; mcyt x reader

dream:

baby, doll, mine

mostly uses baby bc it’s the most casual pet name to him

likes using doll whenever he wants something from you

or when he’s feeling cocky and wants to make you flustered

“oh, did I make you blush, doll?”

he usually calls you his when he’s jealous or just feeling some special typa way that day

when cuddle hours are open, he’s all about calling you all kinds of pet names, though

georgenotfound:

HONEY!!, baby (my little baby), cutie

fuck, he loves calling you honey

and definitely makes a pun like “bc you're so sweet😏”

if he’s really in the mood, he’ll practically just shower you with a bunch of random, stupid names

“my wittle baby.��

“you're such a little cutie, y/n.”

kinda cute, not gonna lie

he uses pet names A LOT

even without noticing

sapnap:

babe, cutie pie, sweetie

he calls you pet names very often

like, deadass, every sentence

uses babe more frequently

and mostly only that specific pet name when in front of the bois

where he on the other hand would stick to other pet names in private

especially when he is being a lil softie

cause that’s for your eyes only

badboyhalo:

muffinhead, pumpkin, sweetie

this man LOVES calling you pet names

can literally do all kinds

but I just stuck with these three because I feel like those are his personal favourites

wouldn't mind it if you also gave him pet names🥺

thinks pet names are a cuter alternative to your name and that’s why he likes them so much

technoblade:

DARLIN’!!!, prince/princess, sweetheart

big darlin’ energy right here

quite likes using pet names

they bring more affection to his words

which is great, ‘cause that can be a struggle of his

he’d probably only use pet names on you in private

bc he’s not big on pda

but he is ✨blushy✨ whenever you call him by a pet name

wilbur soot:

love, sweetheart, baby

wilby is all for pet names

wether it’s whispering them to you

yelling them at you (like, if he was proud of you)

or simply just using them in normal conversation

he loves giving you cute little names

and has no shame calling you by a pet name in public

corpse husband:

mine, baby, kitten

waddup baby

need I say more?

I could totally imagine him being all about calling you all sorts of pet names

but these are just his favourites

likes calling you his, just like dream

must be that leo energy…

likes seeing you get all flustered by the names he calls you

skeppy:

baby, sweetie, angel

he uses baby a lot

probably more than your actual name tbh

at times where he really feels the need to show you some love;

he likes using angel

bc in his eyes you are just an actual angel to him

overall really likes using pet names on you

karl jacobs:

honestly, I could see him calling you any pet name

his personal favourite is prince/princess🤭

he can go for any pet name

like, it just sounds good coming from his mouth

calls you shit like cutie patootie and makes it sound good

like, no one gets it

anyways, he’s also a big fan of pet names

fundy:

sweetheart, honey, baby

he’s kinda a shy boi with pet names

but warms up to it eventually bc he finds that even though he gets flustered easily, he likes calling you by a pet name a lot

cuddle hours are where they get used the most

or when you haven’t seen each other for a while

like, literally only a few days

then he can get kinda crazy with the names

quackity:

BABE!!, shorty, sweetie

even if you are taller than him, he will call you short in some way, shape or form

and shorty just does the job

but babe is just what he calls you on a daily basis

at this point it’s become your name

doesn't have a lot of different pet names

but the ones he likes he uses a lot

punz:

babe, baby, sweetie

only really uses baby when he’s whiny or wants something from you

“but babyyy.”

uses babe a lot tho

doesn't use pet names that often

and sometimes even just calls you by your name

but babe is still very famous in his name book

awesamdude:

honey, sweetie, darling

sam wants to call you by a pet name SO OFTEN

like, you have no idea how many times this man just looks at you in complete adoration

of course he’d want to shower you with pet names

like karl, he could definitely use any pet name and it would just work

can be hesitant with using them, but does anyway bc he can't resist

eret:

prince/princess, angel, sweetheart

literally any name that has a special sweetness to it is the kinda name he likes to use

I could definitely see him using pet names when teasing you

or wanting you to get flustered

with a few deep whispers in your ear

he just loves everything about it

tommyinnit:

button, girlfriend/boyfriend, bitch

okay, deadass

he doesn't use pet names a lot

only in very soft moments

but then feels instant regret

he’s a shy boy, let’s admit it

likes being called by a pet name, but would never admit to it

tubbo:

cutie, adorable

at times where he can't hold back his overpowering feelings for you

the names just fall out

he can't stop it, even if he wanted to

usually slips up if you're being clumsy

or if he’s secretly admiring you

but he’s shy about it, too

ranboo:

idiot, babe, sweetheart

calls you idiot a lot that it’s almost a pet name in itself

so it earns a place on the list😌

is a little more open about pet names than tubbo and tommy

but it’s something he has to get used to at first

I feel like he's not really a “babe” guy

but then again he is ???

idk, I could just imagine him saying it a lot

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