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HUNTER’S MOON

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PAIRING: Werewolf!Punz x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve always been fascinated with the stars ever since you were a kid, despite how people may have judged you for it. Sucks to be them, though, because they can’t cuddle with their werewolf boyfriend on a stargazing date.

WARNINGS: Language, implied/referenced child abuse, death mention

A/N: Werewolf Punz holds a special place in my heart, even if I don’t really like the way that I wrote this. I hope you guys like it more than I do!

It was rare to find someone with a hobby like yours where you lived, sequestered between mountain peaks that scraped the sky and a hundred miles from the big city.

Since you were a kid, you’ve always been a little different from everyone else. Not enough that you were labeled a ‘problem child’; you always played nicely with the other kids, were invited to birthday parties, post-prom bashes, went on dates, and the like.

Rather, it had always felt like you were disconnected from the goings-on in your hometown. You floated through life, head in the clouds, feet firmly planted in the earth, and your eyes affixed to the brightest star in the sky.

Since you could speak, your fascination for the heavens had blossomed like cherry blossoms in spring. Glow in the dark stars? Plastered across every inch of wall space in your room. Astronaut stickers? The bane of your mother, who found them stuck in increasingly improbable places throughout the house. Star Wars? Played on almost every family movie night.

You consumed space documentaries with a rabid hunger that could only be quenched by Neil Degrasse Tyson’s calm voice. Every weekend your dad made a point to drive you out to some remote point in the wilderness, indulging your fantasies happily. There are probably pictures of you in your little astronaut costume, decked out for career day, rotting away in the attic of the old house.

Which, of course, is all just a long way of saying you thought stars were really cool.

‘Daddy,’ you’d asked one day as you’d lain in the backyard, staring up at the limitless expanse of the night sky. Your mother had put the kibosh on your father driving at so late an hour, so you had to make do with what you had at home.

You pointed towards a certain star that’d caught your attention, glowing brightly despite the light pollution from town. ‘What’s that one called?’

‘Sirius’, your father had told you, as you lay on your backs in the yard. ‘It’s the brightest star in the sky, besides the sun.’

The long summer grass had tickled at the exposed flesh on your arms and legs, but it was easy to ignore the sensation when you could watch as the Milky Way spread her arms wide across the sky. Fireflies danced through the air, thick with the cool, sweet scent of crushed plant life, and the playful breeze whipped the trees into a rainstorm of sound.

Your father had grinned, cheek pressed to the earth, crow’s feet as deep as crevasses crinkling at the corners of his eyes. All fondness. The stars had glimmered like diamonds in the sky. Even the wind seemed to laugh. For one shining moment, you had been, perfectly, incandescently happy.

Then he died, and everything changed.

It was difficult, even now, for you to recall the months that passed after your father’s death. There were no words that you could express that could capture the pain, the longing, the pure, unadulterated grief that had consumed you. Even the stars that had guided you for so long had lost their appeal.

It was even more difficult for you to recall what had happened with your mother.

You may have been young before, but you were far from stupid. You understood that, while your father may have been thrilled with your hobby, your mother was more critical.

To her, it was a distraction from what you needed to be doing: studying, forming bonds with your peers, and getting a good night’s sleep so you wouldn’t nod off in class. Although nobody acknowledged it, she’d always looked… disappointed, whenever she watched the other parents with their ‘normal’ children. Like she would easily trade one of them for you.

After the funeral, there was no one left to protect you when the dam finally broke.

You sighed heavily, the warm rush of breath doing nothing to assuage your body’s protests as heat coiled through your aching muscles. Shouldering the bag strapped to your back, you winced as you heard the heavy metal clink of the parts inside knocking together, and forged onwards; the winding forest trail ahead lit only by the sun’s dying light.

It had been many, many years since that day, and although you hadn’t seen your mother for the better part of a decade, the half-healed scars she’d left behind still smarted. You had made a point not to think about it too much anymore- what’s done is done, and living in the past only served to ruin your future.

(You would know.)

No- rather than digging up the long-buried interpersonal issues you would like to keep buried, thankyouverymuch, today you were hiking out into the woods to see a rare meteorological phenomenon that you had been looking forward to for the past year: the hunter’s moon.

You bit back a grin at the thought of it, unconsciously picking up the pace. Your second most favorite thing in the world was still looking at the stars and all the celestial bodies found in the evening sky, no matter how much your mother had tried to beat it down with harsh words and a cookie-cutter mold to force you into.

Sometimes you had to remind yourself that she hadn’t won. In the end, the only thing that she succeeded in was driving you further away from the ‘ideal child’ she wanted you to be- the ‘ideal child’ that she wanted to own.

Now? You belonged to nothing and nobody except the wilderness.

The wind raked icy claws through the trees overhead, the rush of leaves a rainstorm of darkening autumn colors and sound. It grabbed at your jacket, your bag; it pushed your body forward, almost as if it was as impatient for you to get where you were going as you were.

Birds flitting through the trees had already begun to transition from the day-dwelling species to the nocturnal- the simple two-note song of the chickadee replaced with the low, sonorous hoo-hoos of owls.

The singing of crickets that you had grown so used to in the summer was notably absent, though not surprising. It had already begun to get colder as the earth drew near to the end of its cycle around the sun, and most of the bugs had either died, migrated away, or started to hibernate.

You scratched at your arm with a scowl. Except for the mosquitos, apparently.

It didn’t take long for you to see the break in the line of the trees, and you stepped out into an isolated rock outcropping that jutted out of the mountainside, looking out over the valley below. No clouds obscured your view of the sky, leaving it an unbroken swathe of blood-orange, amber, and roseate hues.

The sun was already beginning to sink below the horizon line, swallowed by a cragged maw of cliff peaks and finally illuminating the moon’s face as it marched westward towards its zenith. The moon hung in the sky like the pendant of a queen’s necklace, large, pale, and uncharacteristically grapefruit-like- almost as though it had been stained by the last remnants of sunlight.

Gravel and drying grass crunched under your feet as you made your way closer to the edge of the point, where a large, weathered stone was wedged deep into the earth. You were glad that you had chosen to wear pants. As you stepped carefully around the mountainous scrub bushes, tall grasses, and wildflowers that dotted the clearing, prickly vines snagged at the fabric, foiled in their plans to mutilate your legs.

You sighed, a small, secret smile playing at the edges of your lips as you stopped just shy of the drop-off, letting your bag roll off your shoulder and onto the ground with a metallic thump. You could enjoy the scenery later- you had work to do.

Before you could begin to assemble your telescope, however, the sounds of the forest that you had grown so accustomed to vanished. The birds, the gentle swaying of the greenery in the breeze- even the stars just beginning to dot the sky seemed to hush.

And then, a howl.

It echoed through the valley, long and musical, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Your heart began to race in your chest, pounding against your ribcage like a trapped bird might a glass window.

However, you were not afraid. You did not bolt from your spot on the hill, or cower, or even shiver as the sound died out into a whisper of an echo. Nor did you flinch at the dry sound of branches snapping rang out from behind you.

The wind picked up, whipping past you to blow in the direction of the line of bushes and brambles that bracketed the treeline.

You dropped your shoulders and tipped your head back. Sighed breathlessly. Then turned around, hands fisted against your hips.

“Now, I may be human, but I’m not deaf, y’know.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of air whistling around you. Then, a lone figure stepped out from underneath the shelter of the forest’s shadow and into the blueness of the night; a wolf.

It was much larger than any other wild animal that you’d come across on hikes (including the black bear that you’d stumbled into once), towering up to a height that you estimated as a little over a meter, even as it stood a good distance away at the edge of the plain. It was gangly in the way that all young things are, marking it as a half-grown pup instead of a full adult.

Although moonbeams painted its outer coat- the guard hairs- silver, you knew that the pelt underneath was a tricolored mixture of pale gold, dusky brown, and the faintest hint of dark grey. It rippled as the wolf moved closer, shoving its ears forward until they strained against the muscle.

The wolf’s eyes were startling- clear and blue as the alpine flowers that dotted the clearing, and unerringly fixed on yours. What was all the more noticeable, though, was the uncanny intelligence that gleamed within their depths; an intelligence that demanded to be recognized for what it was, and not just explained away as an animal’s predatory gaze.

Your eyebrow ticked up, lips pursing.

The wolf’s tail wagged once. Twice.

You blanched.

“Purpled, no.”

In a blink, you were knocked flat on your back, and you wheezed as a heavy paw pinned your ribcage to the ground. You could barely even begin to fend off a barrage of happy wolf licks as a wet, slimy tongue swiped across your face.

“What the fuck-” you wheezed, spluttering as the young wolf made another attempt at your face. “Dude!”

He licked his jowls smugly, then yelped as you shoved his face away with a hand, wiping the drool soaked into your hands onto his pristine fur coat. Purpled growled without any heat, whuffling at the shiny trails that your fingers at left.

“You’re so gross. I’ve never met a werewolf as singularly gross as you,” you muttered, wiping at your mouth with the collar of your shirt. You glared. “Happy now, asshole?”

Purpled grinned wolfishly, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was, indeed, very pleased with himself.

Pushing at his broad chest, you managed to heave the furry menace off your body and send him tumbling to the dusty ground. Content with the havoc that he’d wreaked, he let you, perfectly happy to lie on his back as you brushed yourself off, grumbling about ‘stupid werewolves and their stupid puppy faces.’

If you hadn’t clued into it by now: yes, werewolves exist. The information isn’t exactly new to you, given that you’d been enduring Purpled’s wolfish assholery for the better part of two years- though, it was certainly a shock the first time he’d decided to straight-up tackle you.

“Every time I see you, you pull shit like this,” you sighed dramatically, tipping your head back. “Makes me feel bad for Punz. I only get to see you like, what? Once every month or so? And I can barely stand it.”

The young wolf made a sharp noise of protest, and, before you could blink, a teenager had appeared in place of the beast. Although he was still eighteen, he was all long limbs and no filling. His dirty blonde hair was ruffled, sticking up in every direction. His signature purple hoodie was rumpled. He was wearing basketball shorts in the middle of Autumn.

You pressed a fist to your mouth in an attempt to stifle a laugh. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed.

Purpled stretched, popping the vertebrae of his spine one by one until he was on his tip-toes. Then, and only then, he regarded you with a cool blue gaze.

“Excuse you, I am a fucking gift.”

“Where’s your brother?” you asked, completely ignoring him. “I thought you two were supposed to travel together.”

Purpled rolled his eyes. “And spend the rest of my night watching you make moon-eyes at each other? Uh, no thanks. I wanted to avoid the romance as much as I possibly could.”

You stared at him, deadpan.

“Then why did you insist on third-wheeling?”

He coughed, the tips of his ears going red, but you were distracted as your gaze flickered behind him, jumping towards the movement of another body emerging from the woods.

Punz halted a foot away watching the both of you with a mischievous expression. They were wearing their trademark hoodie, the one that was always suspiciously spotless despite them basically living in the woods, and a pair of ripped jeans and hiking boots.

His face was flushed slightly, and his breathing was heavier than normal, almost as though he’d been running recently. Which, if you had to hazard a guess, he had, given the knowledge that his pack’s territory encompassed the entire valley. He could’ve been in any part of it and had to hurry to make the meetup time.

You grinned helplessly, your heart doing that giddy little hop-skip stutter it always made when you saw them, and shyly tilted your head to the side as they approached. Their long stride allowed them to cover ground quickly, and before you knew it, they were winding an arm around your shoulder as you sunk into the heat radiating off their body.

“Hey,” you said, aiming for something cool, composed, and collected- and failing miserably. He grinned, all sharp teeth and teasing eyes, and chuckled. “Hey yourself.”

Punz hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest, and pressed a kiss to your cheek, stubble scraping against the tender flesh. Before he could pull away, quick as a snake you grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a proper press of mouth-on-mouth, feeling his lips curl into a grin against yours.

Purpled made a gagging noise, and the two of you pulled away. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“The both of you seemed like you were having fun,” Punz said idly, a hand coming up to cup the nape of your neck.

The teen shot his brother a disgusted look, still somehow able to maintain the impassive facade that he always seemed to wear. You snickered.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

It took only a few minutes to assemble the telescope that you had lugged all the way into the wilderness, but by the time you finished, the moon was already riding high in the sky. The slight color distortion that had turned it from its usual white to pale orange hadn’t faded- rather the opposite.

Looking through the lens, even the craters appeared to be a deep pumpkin color. Fitting for the season, you supposed.

The boys had settled a little bit away from where you crouched, staring up at the sky. While Purpled had pulled out his phone, Punz’s gaze was focused solely on you as you worked, the beginnings of a smile turning his eyes into little crescents.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so excited,” he mused, tilting his head. His hair, so similar in color to his brother’s, shifted with the movement, and you found yourself suddenly overcome with the urge to run your fingers through it. You shook your head minutely. Stars now, snogging later.

You chewed on the corner of your lip. “Really?”

Punz grinned. “Yeah, you’re bouncing all over the place.”

Feeling your face heat, you scoffed. There was no malice in the action, however, and by the stupid, smug smirk on Punz’s face, he knew it.

You hesitated, settling your fingers on the grooves of the telescope dials.

“Come on, tell me about the stars,” he goaded gently. “I know you want to.”

It was easy to give in. It always was.

The air was cool, and the ground had long lost most of its daytime warmth, but you felt perfectly fine as Punz tucked you under his hoodie, face just barely able to peek out of the neck hole. He rested his chin on your head, and you felt his whole body rumble beneath your back; you thought it was an awful lot like a purr, but knew that he would be offended if you compared him to a damn vampire.

“Well,” you started slowly, eyes large and glossy as you watched the stars turn overhead. “I know that full moons are already special to werewolves, but this one is even… more? If that makes sense?”

“How so?”

“You know the autumn equinox? It’s one of the only two times of the year when the day is the same length as the night. The other one is the spring equinox.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, this moon is the one that comes right after the autumn equinox moon, but because it's so close, it’s still affected by it. Haven’t you noticed the color? And how the sky is waayyy brighter than usual?”

Punz shifted, and you know that he was looking for what you’d pointed out.

“Huh,” he murmured after a pause, the hand on your hip squeezing slightly. “I guess you’re right.”

You snorted. “How could you not notice? It’s normally pitch black out here.”

“Maybe to your puny human eyes.”

You turned around (as much as you were able to, anyways) and smacked him in the chest. He made a mock wound of hurt, then a startled laugh as you wriggled out of his hoodie, stumbling away on giddy legs.

Darting away, you ran around the edge of the clearing, taunting him. Like always, Punz was quick to follow, the shift to his wolf form instantaneous.

Purpled looked up from his phone, taking in the scene. Punz nipped at your jacket playfully, each of his teeth about as long as your pinky finger. Unafraid, you bopped him on the nose and danced away.

He wrinkled his nose.

“God, you two are disgusting.”

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fandomlit · 2 years

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neutral, chap. 24 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary you part ways with badboyhalo and punz. tommy and techno have a comfortable, open conversation about their past and present. sapnap brings news to george.

warnings swearing, mentions of destruction and death

a/n i’d like to formally apologize for all the delays in posting, i may be depressed (or just moving into college soon, one of the two)

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“will you be okay?” badboyhalo asked as punz wrapped you in a tight hug.

“yes,” you chuckled as the taller man lifted you from the ground before returning you gently to the same spot. “i’ve lived the nomad life before. for a long, long time.”

punz let go of you to look into your eyes. “don’t be afraid to find us if you need help. and if you’re ever in danger, well..” he shrugged. “you could always come ask the egg for advice.”

“you know i’ve never been able to hear that thing, punz,” you shook your head at him. you saw bad smile at your close pair out of the corner of your eye.

“i know,” he spoke gently. his smile made your chest feel embarrassingly hot. “the egg will lead us if it knows you need us.”

though you didn’t know how much you believed that, you pressed a kiss to the blonde’s cheek. “thank you, boys.” you let bad squeeze you in one last hug.

“stay safe, okay?” the hybrid spoke seriously. “stay away from l’manburg for a while. or anywhere dream would be.”

“that’s the plan,” you smiled, summoning your trident back to your hand. badboyhalo seemed giddy at the sight of it back in your hand; he had always loved that damned weapon, but only when it was with you. “i’ll see you boys soon enough.”

you all said one final goodbye before you could think of getting emotional and turned your separate ways. despite your sadness of parting with another sense of familiarity in your disorderly reality, your heart didn’t ache as you walked away from your favorite cultists. if anything, the interaction gave you more desire to hurry toward the man you could trust above all others.

...

technoblade should’ve been in bed.

but it was yet another late night, post-adventure for spider eyes. when thinking in retrospect about dream, techno thought it best to be stocked on potion materials in case of emergencies in invisibility and other cases. it had been a tired night for the both of them and primarily quiet as a result. but when they returned with enough of what they needed, they sat in the kitchen instead of heading to bed.

technoblade wordlessly made two cups of hot cocoa for them. the silence was no longer awkward as the first few days of tommy’s stay were; it had melded into something comfortable overtime, a comfort only shared by two brothers who understood each other’s thoughts in the moment. except that tommy could never predict the voices--not really.

“you know, i look up to you,” tommy offered after a while. technoblade’s eyes slowly drew up to the younger boy, who had seemed introspective all night. he wondered how long it took him to gain the courage to say those words. and suddenly, tommy looked embarrassed. “i, uh.. you’re my brother.” techno nodded, bringing his cup to his lips. “and you’re a total badass.”

techno let out an amused snort. “i am.” tommy smiled, turning his gaze away from the hybrid’s intimidating eyes. “go on.”

tommy shook his head as his brother snickered. after a moment of considering, tommy spoke, “and y/n always talked about you like you’re a saint, so..”

now he had really caught his attention. “she did?”

“yeah,” tommy sighed into his mug. “you’re a simp for asking, but yeah.” technoblade leaned to shove his shoulder and tommy let out a loud laugh. “she did, though! she always said you were strong and that she trusted you more than anything. and reading her journal, she said you made her feel safe.”

techno nodded. “you’re a creep for reading her journal.”

“hey!” tommy called out defensively as his brother laughed out again. there was a flush rising to his pale cheeks, but he grinned anyway. “she encouraged it! it was my way of learning about the war from someone i could actually depend upon for an accurate account of events.”

the hybrid shrugged knowingly. “fair enough.” he considered for a moment as tommy sipped his hot cocoa. “what’s ghostbur up to?”

if the question surprised tommy, he didn’t show it. “heading to king eret. they say..” tommy’s mind flooded with a thousand questions as he remembered his journeying friend. “they think they can revive him.”

technoblade nodded, “so he took the offer, eh?”

“you knew?”

“phil told me,” he explained. “when eret reached out to him with the idea, phil came and told me before he wrote back.” tommy nodded. “he’s trying not to get his hopes up--i can tell that much, but..” he sighed. “he’s a dad. dads love their kids.” tommy nodded again, gazing out the window to watch the clouds graze over the starry sky. “he’s happy you’re back, for the record.” he watched tommy blink a few times in surprise. “i mean, i’m great to be around, but i think phil gets some empty nest syndrome sometimes.”

“yeah,” tommy agreed quietly. “i mean, he already lost one child, and i kind of parted myself at the first opportunity.. he probably feels better knowing he can see me, that he gets to have me around instead of me running away.”

“and he’s proud of you, too, you know,” techno credited. the boy’s bright eyes turned to him. “ya don’t have the clearest conscience, but phil always finds a way to put a positive spin on everything you’ve done. it’s kinda annoying, actually.” but tommy was smiling too wide for techno to continue his complaints.

“‘m sure he does the same for you,” tommy offered and technoblade shrugged. “no, really! especially through all of y/n stuff, man. it’s hard not to be impressed by how much you truly-” the word love was on the tip of his tongue, but he dared not venture that far, “-protect and care for a person. at least, one that’s not family.” he said nothing as tommy raised his mug to his lips again. “now that’s what a real badass does.” technoblade snorted.

the voices were a dull lull in the back of his mind, but one rose to the front to speak, ‘you make that kid proud to be your brother.’ the idea warmed his chest more than he anticipated.

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you reached a small sign post the following day. it was a helpful little thing, with three small wooden arrows carved with the name of villages, all pointing in varying directions. but your attention wasn’t initially on the signs. instead, your eyes were trained on the crow perched atop the post.

“i thought i saw you flying yesterday,” you hummed quietly, stopping when you were in front of the sleek creature. though the sign post was a little taller than you, the bird seemed to be turning its gaze to you all the same. you tilted your head at it curiously and laughed when it mimicked your action. “what are you doing so far from home?”

the birds neck craned in the slightest, beak jutting toward you. you slowly presented your flat palm, and the crow dropped its jaw. a small golden ring fell into your palm. it was a plain band, and far too big for your finger, but it made you smile. you knew it was more about the item reaching you than the item itself.

though it meant nothing to the avian, you held up a finger before going to rummage through your bag. you found a silver emerald ring at the bottom of your emerald pouch. you recalled philza being present when you had welded the small object, it being your first successful trial of welding jewelry; you had only saved it from the destruction for the sake of that memory. it was janky and uneven around the band, but that just reminded you all the more that philza would recognize it as yours.

you gave the crow a small piece of bread before offering it the ring. it took it into its beak to replace the one it had given you before squawking one last time and flying off.

you took a breath as you watched the crow fly among the tall tree tops before disappearing. you finally took the time to read the sign and assess the familiarity of the village names. you smiled when you saw a name that undoubtedly belonged to the tundra tribe. you took a calming breath before once again continuing your path.

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george was continuously thankful for the way he lived after leaving dream. he was a more secluded man now, living out his days in an attempt at peace in l’manburg. there was little drama (personally, that is) in his life and yet still a lot of care, for and from the community and the people around him. he was beyond happy with his carefree arrangement in the nation he once fought to keep down.

but of course, a community like his did not come without interruptions. and george was less than surprised when sapnap arrived at his door.

“what’s the news?” george finally spoke after sapnap had settled at his kitchen table, watching as the older man brewed some tea for the both of them.

“y/n’s alive,” sapnap began. there was a pause in george’s actions and heartbeat as he continued, “fundy saw her in the nether. she didn’t tell him where she was headed next, but she was alright.”

when sapnap let out a hefty sigh and the water was effectively boiling, george turned to face his old friend. though it was warming to know that y/n was alright, the uncomfortable look on sapnap’s face was enough to unease him. “what’s the downside?”

sapnap finally lifted his eyes to george’s as he spoke, “dream did not blow up neutral, but.. maybe it would’ve been better if he had.” every word from therein was a needle in george’s chest. it looked as if it pained sapnap just as much to be telling the tale. sap looked desperate by the end of his telling, “i mean.. where do we even go from here, george? what can we do?”

there was a tense moment of somber consideration before the ear-splitting whistle of the kettle cut through the room. george was quick to take the kettle off and pour the boiling water into the awaiting cups as he considered his words carefully.

“he’s looking for her; we can be sure of that much,” george spoke quietly as he steeped the bags of fresh herbs. “the only thing we can really do is pray that wherever she’s heading is far outside of dream’s reach.” sapnap nodded as george placed his hot cup in front of him. after joining him at the table with a sigh, george offered, “there’s a few places that come to mind that she could’ve gone.. only one really sticks out, though.”

sapnap raised his eyebrows at him. “care to share?”

george’s lips drew into a thin line. “has anyone heard from technoblade?”

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honketv · 1 year

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★ Welcome !

If you do not have an age indication in your bio / pinned post you will be blocked!

hi!! I go by Valentine or Val, welcome to my page, I hope you enjoy your stay :) Im Multi-Fandom and I like to do art sometimes. Night-time writer vibes (just a heads-up that im quite late with asks / submissions bc of irl stuff! <3)

> ( ask box is OPEN, along with DMs as well <3 )

Boundaries (NO) :

- I will NOT write smut for . . .

- tommy

-ranboo

-tubbo

-drista

-wilbur soot

- Quackity

- BadBoyHalo

-Captain Puffy

-ConnerEatsPants

-Technoblade

- I will NOT write anything nonconsensual

- definitely will NOT write for scat or anything involving that (go somewhere else for that)

( list may update )

Boundaries (YES) :

I WILL write for...

- karl

- foolish

- punz

- Jschlatt

- Awesamdude

- Ponk

- Dream (XD is included)

- George (HD is included)

- Sapnap

- Eret

- Callahan (Fluff only)

- Niki Nihachu (Fluff only)

( list may update )

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#dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream #georgenotfound #sapnap #karl jacobs #punz #c!foolish #jschaltt #awesamdude #c!ponk #dreamxd #georgehd #dsmp eret #wilbur soot #quackity #minors fuck off #18+#dsmp smut

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bivwifeybunny · 2 years

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Alright that's it.

I'm looking for someone to rp with. Specifically an mcyt rp. Preferably someone to rp Sapnap for me. I write for karl, dream, punz, and c!techno. So dm me if ur interested. The rp would involve smut so if it's not your thing then ignore this. idc if the rp is c! or cc! it's entirely up to you. ⚠18+ people only! my minors dni rules are still in place⚠

#wifey speaks <3 #sapnap smut #karl smut #karl jacobs smut #dream smut #dreamwastaken smut #punz smut #c!techno smut #sapnap x reader smut #karl x reader smut #karl jacobs x reader smut #dream x reader smut #dreamwastaken x reader smut #punz x reader smut #c!techno x reader smut

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elmhat · 5 months

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Dreblr Survey Results!

First of all, thanks to everyone who took part in this survey. There were 152 responses in total! This post just covers the statistical side of things; there will be more posts later for the long response questions.

Most popular places

Arctic Commune (64.9% of voters)

Pandora's Vault (63.6% of voters)

Community House (58.3% of voters)

Listen, you don't have to tell me, I already know I forgot to put Church Prime. I'm very aware of my stupidity. But these results—do you even know how strong you have to be to overpower Pandora's Vault? In dreblr? Damn. That was also a last-minute thing, Pandora's Vault was winning.

Fandom behaviors

I'll admit, I didn't give the best options for this question, so thanks to everyone who wrote their own response. Apparently we're all big readers, so that's nice for us! We're also more likely to be a writer than an artist, but far fewer of us are writing meta. All in all, this looks like a pretty good spread!

Joining the fandom

The most popular time to start watching the dsmp was between New L'Manberg and the Disc War Finale, but honestly, it's split into fairly even quarters between the main "seasons" the server was active. To those who joined after the finale streams, hi! I hope you're enjoying your stay!

Thoughts on the finale streams

I'm actually a little blown away that no one rated the finale streams a 1. Not a single person. There's nothing more I can say other than this response is overwhelmingly positive.

Is the fandom dying?

It looks like the answer is no! 82.9% of us are still moderately interested in the dsmp or more, and for almost a third of us, it's consuming every part of our brain. I don't know about you, but for me, this is actually something I really needed to see.

That's all for this post, but there will be more results soon for the questions with longer responses. I'd strongly recommend sticking around for that, some of them are hilarious. Well done for making it through the stats!

As an aside, well done to the 35 people brave enough to put their name to what they said in this survey. Because some of what they said was *ahem* very interesting.

#long post #dreblr #random elm thoughts #elm polls

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Dsmp x reader reactions to reader being interrupted when talking about something they’re passionate about?:))

Hallo, thanks for requesting!

Tw: caps

YOU, ANON, READ MY MIND. I was just thinking about writing something like this actually haha

Hope you enjoy <3

DSMP react to you being interrupted when talking

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle, Aimsey

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Ok, so

Dream, Sapnap, Skeppy and Punz seem like the ones who would either glare at who interrupted you or like call them out for not letting you talk; their anger comes through more then the others

George, Bad, Karl and Charlie don't want to make such a big scene, so they'll just sit close to you and let you continue

Quackity, Wilbur, Phil, Techno and Eret will confidently tell whoever interupted you to shut up and let you continue, because it was disrespectful. Will put who interupted you in their place in they have to

Niki, Aimsey, Foolish and Sam aren't confrontational people, but they'll speak up for you when they have to. So they'll kindly tell everyone that you weren't done

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hi hi!! 🦕 back once again!! i just love your writing :) could i get somethin where the reader is in their first mcc and their cheerleader (can’t decide on who from the cricket crew, surprise me!!) is cheering them on either from the sidelines, they’re on the same team, or on opposite teams and their cheerleader is purposely throwing to increase readers chances of winning pretty please 🦕

(also, yes, 🦕 anon)

(also sorry for request spamming)

omg no dw ab req spamming at all! and welcome to the family 🦕 anon! thank you so much for the compliment <3 ; and I love love love this prompt, hope u enjoy !!! i mixed ur req up a little bc I had to do Freddie bc he's so fucking underrated (and I'm carrying the badlinu fanfiction atm so yk) and I also wanted to include a little friendship bit w tommy, tubbo & billzo and also include freddie 💪💪 (if anyone's interested I do have a badlinu x enby oc fanfic on my wattpad [lowkeyrobin] so hehehhw)

FREDDIE BADLINU ; MCC cheerleader

summary ; freddie, although not playing in MCC, cheers you on from the sidelines while you're paired with Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. The three also throw you some extra chances to win for the group, considering last MCC went horrible for you, and they want you to actually have fun this time!

warnings ; language, fake noxcrew drama/hate, maybe me forgetting how mcc works...

word count ; 1.5k

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Freddie sits next to you, helping you set up before you start your stream. He sets your famous y/f/c water bottle on your desk and sets some small snacks down as well, paired with a sandwich and chips.

You focus on your monitors before starting your stream with the Starting Soon screen, deciding to start earlier than everyone to just chat and then hop into MCC when your teammates join the VC. You talk with Freddie for a moment, making sure you both had snacks, water, and were comfortable in your current clothes. You begin your stream, screaming as the starting soon screen fades out, revealing you two being loud and waving hello.

"Hi chat! I'm starting before everyone else just to talk and eat for a minute!"

"And I'm here!"

"No one cares about you, Freddie!"

"Jesus, okay"

After talking for a solid half hour and eating your sandwich, and interacting with chat, your teammates began to spill into the VC.

"What the fuck is up, Pink Penises!?" Tommy screams as he joins the voice call, being the last to join.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man! Turn your volume down!" You shout, quickly removing your headphones after cringing from the ear-splitting screaming.

"Bitch, you turn your volume down!-" Tommy shouts back, cutting himself off as he hears Molly in the other room yelling at him to quiet down some, as she was trying to watch a movie. "Nevermind, I'll turn my volume down..."

You, Tubbo and Ranboo laugh, and you hop onto the MCC server, making a remark about how this would be your last MCC if you got treated like shit again. Freddie puts his earbuds in and plugs them into his phone, joining the voice chat so he could hear his friends.

"Wait, no, I remember that they said it was because you were blindly following people and you lost fair and square but when I rewatched the clip the arrows never popped up for you!" Tubbo exclaims, recalling one of the moments during Ace Race from your last MCC.

"Yes, dude!" You exclaim, meeting up with the three and crouch-greeting Quackity and Niki, who were with the Olive Ocelots with Punz and Foolish. "You can literally see frame by frame, not once did the arrows appear. It wasn't even a glitch just on my end, they just didn't show up and I dunno how! Even Sapnap defended me because they didn't show up for him either! It stopped the whole thing for 10 minutes and they still wouldn't hear me out, I just wanted to clear my name!"

"They literally said it was your fault meanwhile it was a problem on their end. The whole fucking Ace Race and Hole In The Wall were stolen from you, dude" Tommy nods, going in 3rd person to show off your matching, recolored pink skins, "Funny how the two you trained hardest for, you came in last for due to "your computer lagging/glitching and how it isn't their fault"

"I'm not even mad about it, it's the fact they kept blaming me when it's not my fault that their dumbass texture packs kept breaking" You complain, "Anyways, hopefully this goes a bit better" You lightly smile, feeling Freddie pat your shoulder. "Tommy, look at your shirt in front 3rd"

Tommy switches his pov to 3rd person front, seeing the whole front of his shirt had a large, pink penis on it, thanks to you designing the recolored skin. "You're so fucked up!" He laughs

"I'm the best, I know, I know"

Hole In The Wall had begun, Freddie being your sensei as he sat beside you, shouting out directions and strategic moves for you.

"Go to the left! Left, left, left!"

"On the right, quick, quick!"

"Dude, you got fifth! I'm so proud of you!"

Parkour Tag was next, and Freddie was being your eyes while you focused on being away from everyone else.

"Sapnap is it! He's right behind you, go up the left side!"

"How do I make that jump? That's fucking impossible"

"Crouch at the edge of that, sprint and jump, aim for the closest one, you have to go straight then like curve it"

"Oh my God, fuck yeah! See! You did it!"

"Just spam space, trust me!"

Bingo But Fast was never your strong suit so you let Freddie take a break, letting your teammates try and win that one for you. No way in hell you were gonna be able to find slime balls or an iron axe. Freddie stream sniped Ranboo, seeing their card was similar to yours, not even knowing where to find half the stuff on the map.

"Some others are lost too, they loaded the wrong map I think, you can't get some of this stuff at all on this one"

"Noxcrew..." You put on your best Batman impression, staring into your camera, "When I find you, Noxcrew, when I find you!"

Of course, all the training for Ace Race didn't go to waste, and with Freddie becoming your actual cheerleader, chanting and all, you'd ended up coming in second place.

Sky Battle was hell, and it was basically only you and Tommy after Tubbo got himself nearly insta-killed and Ranboo made the bad idea to try and take on Philza.

The rest of MCC remained with the pink haired boy behind you acting as your cheerleader and helping you out a bit. But, he also made sure you were drinking enough water and weren't getting too stressed out or getting a little gamer raged, considering it wouldn't be good for your mental health.

"Drink the damn water, you're screaming your voice away"

"Nuh uh" You say as you chug down at least half of the refilled bottle.

As Dodgebolt came around, you and the rest of your team were stressed. You had to win against the Olive Ocelots, because a little Twitter drama happened due to your big mouth shit talking Ranboo for the bit. You really just didn't wanna pay them a hundred dollars today, not after that shit loss in Sands Of Time. You swore the other teams were playing shit over the fiasco of last MCC, but Tommy, Tubbo, Freddie and Ranboo all agreed that you were just fucking cracked at Minecraft this afternoon.

Over the course of the stream, Freddie had stolen some sunglasses for you, a Valentines Day stream prop, and had been wearing them for nearly an hour, and he, in boredom, found a pink sharpie and used it to draw a giant dick on your forehead. Tubbo did the same with a washable marker he had laying around, and you guys started a little cult in between games, trying to summon Ranboo and Tommy into it.

You turn around to Freddie, apparently your coach now, "What do you say, Coach?" You ask him, referencing every football movie ever.

"Center left-field, defense on right" He answers.

"What?- Dude, MCC, not American football!" Tubbo exclaims, jumping all over your screen as to speak to Freddie.

The two of you laugh, and you turn back to him. "What's the plan, who should I aim for, Fred?"

"Okay, I think Tommy should go for Foolish because it's a little obvious, and make sure you're the first out! Ranboo and Tubbo could go for either Niki or Punz, and leave Y/n for Quackity. Leave it obvious the first round but totally mix up the strategy"

"Hear that, Tommy? Be quick, shithead"

"I got it, I got it"

The first to three of five wins, and sadly, it wasn't Pink Penises, although it would've been a win to remember.

Freddie stands up and wraps you in a hug anyways, whispering compliments into your ear as you smile.

"Much more fun than last time, yeah?"

You nod.

"We got fuckin second?" Tommy looks almost shocked, not realizing you'd lost the final round.

"We got second place! Hell yeah!" Tubbo smiles, throwing his hands in the air

"Second is the first losers, Tubbo!" Tommy shouts

"Shut up Tommy, you're just a sore second place winner because Y/n carried the whole team, take the L" Ranboo remarks with a smug look, seeing you and Freddie cheering yourself on and dancing over the video call.

After the group had muted and calmed down some, you turn to Freddie and hug him. He warmly accepts the gesture, seeing you a little teary eyed.

"Thanks for being my coach, man, I'm gonna miss you"

He catches onto the bit, sniffling as he nods, "You'll always be a star, don't stop dreaming, man"

You guys dramatically hug again, wailing and sobbing as you do so.

"Why the fuck are they wailing?"

"I swear to God, do you not use your ears?"

"I just undefaned to say goodbye!"

"Use your psychopathic powers, Tommy"

"What!?"

"That's psychological, Tubbo"

"Psychology powers, use them!"

"I'm leaving, fuck all of you and fuck you Ranboo for losing the last round"

"That wasn't even my faul- He's gone"

"I've never watched an American football movie, should I?" Tubbo asks.

You and Freddie quickly turn to your setup, shouting in unison.

"Nope!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #tubbo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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cloverhasnobrain · 1 year

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I'm not sure what you're request rules are since I can't find the page [if you have one] but if it doesn't go outside your boundaries, could I request headcanons of revivebur, c!dream, and/or c!punz (separately) with a brat reader?

preferably a male reader, but if not, gn is alright :]

Ok Im finna go feral on this omg

So this is probably not going to be sfw so please beware lol

Warnings: smoking, sex obviously, degrading, slapping

Dream, Revivebur and Punz x brat! Male! Reader headcannons

C!dream:

Tries not to act like it, but secretly loves it so much

Will love to punish you, discipline you a bit, and will spend hours doing so if needed

At first he will be surprisingly soft about it, but if you keep pushing he WILL get pretty sadistic 😏

Is obsessed over that moment where you finally cave, your pretty little face contorting in the need for him, all for him, just for him.

"I didn't want to go this far, baby boy, but you leave me no other choice other than railing you until all you can think of is how I am the dominant one here"

Overstimulating you sometimes, but loves to edge you more

You don't get release until he says so, and damn, if you disobey, it will be so much worse

After he is done with you, he will do after care, but still whispering to you about how you need to learn your place and to behave next time with the promise of a reward

Revivebur

Oh boy, you don't know what you're getting into

Has a much shorter temper, and it will be shown when you start to act up

But that is a good thing, because this man LOVES hate sex

Will pound into you, calling you a stupid fucking slut

Such a pretty toy, why must you be so defiant?

You don't have to worry about his sanity when being a brat, just be careful to not be too dominant or you'll put him in subspace

Please praise him as you feel yourself surrendering, he will go crazy

"You could have gotten everything. Rewards, kisses, even to fuck into me. But of course you had to be such a little brat, huh? I'll give you some discipline."

Sometimes he will leave you with no aftercare for a while, smoke a cig watching you just completely fucked up, painted white and flustered

But don't worry, after a while he will clean you, maybe even pamper you a bit 👀

C! Punz

At first, he will play into your attitude, only to slap your butt and tell you to behave

Will warn you at first, but you never listen, do you?

Will praise and degrade you, and LOVE to edge you

Teasing you a lot, but then overstimulating you till you're dehydrated lol

Will be so kind as to give you some time to recover though

I feel like between the three, he would have the mildest temper

Pampering you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear after punishing the shit out of you

"Oh, you look so handsome all fucked up like this. Hopefully next time you will know how to behave, right?"

All of them love leaving you all marked up in places impossible to hide, the bastards

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So that was all. I don't know Punz very well, so I hope I captured his personality well-

Thank you for the request, and feel free to leave more if you want!

#dsmp #dream x reader dsmp #canon dream x reader #canon dream x reader dsmp #punz smut #punz x you #punz fanfic #wilbur soot reader #mcyt wilbur #sub wilbur x reader #wilbur soot reader smut #dsmp wilbur #revived wilbur #wilbur x y/n #bad writing #dsmp fanfic #dream smp

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itsfeckinwimdy · 2 years

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*HONK*

c!Karlnapity x Reader (Romantic) (Soulmate au)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: The quartet are soulmates and need help finding their way back to each other. What's better to help them than the Soulmate Goose Of Enforcement?

Warnings: Duck hybrid Quackity, Blaze hybrid (blazeborn) Sapnap, DSMP family canon, Y/n is Phil's kid and Wilbur sibling, angst, mentions of fighting, mention of war, mentions of exile, mention of previous death, ambiguous/open ending, and finally unconscious people who don't want tea.

Word Count: 5.3K (5379 words)

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Published: 22/10/2022

(started writing: 29/05/2021, yes it has taken me over a year to finish this)

Everyone had a soulmate. Sometimes it was easier to find them and be with them. Other times it was more complex and took a bit of time for everything to fall in place.

At least, that's what Karl told himself. But if he was being truthful, it was partly his fault.

The brunette kept hiding secrets from the people he loved. He claimed it was to protect them and that he would tell them if they needed to know, but honestly, he was scared. He was scared his partners, well now ex-partners, would judge him, and that if he told someone about his memory problems it would only worsen. That he would have to face reality, that he would have to stop time travelling, that he would have to stop trying to find a way to fix everything, that he would have to stop before he lost all his memory. Before he lost his partners. His soulmates.

But a part of him knew it was too late.

The night before the Pogtopita-Manberg war, the four had holed themselves up inside George's castle, knowing that two of them would be fighting against the other two in the morning. It was something the four of them were trying not to think about, knowing there was a chance that any of them could be getting injured or losing a canon life.

The entirety of the quartet was tired. Quackity's wings were killing him from being buried under his shirt all day, Sapnap was itching to set something on fire, Karl was fidgety with nerves as he didn't want to fight tomorrow, in fact, none of them really did, and Y/n was cold from their bath they had taken to strip all of the soot and grime from their skin, due to Pogtopia not having the best living conditions.

Y/n's brother, Wilbur, and themself were the cause of all this mess. The two of them teamed up once he arrived on the server to cause chaos but ultimately made a power grab and created L'Manberg from a simple drug van and the shared thoughts and beliefs of others.

But then they lost it.

That caused the new leader to exile Y/n, Wilbur, and the teenager, Tommy, who looked up to Y/n and Wilbur as older sibling figures, knowing the three would fight for their country back, even if they no longer had any jurisdiction over it.

This led to them fleeing, Wilbur losing a canon life along the way as he dived in front of Y/n after Punz attempted to shoot his younger sibling. That night Punz feared for his life after Sapnap threatened to kill him if he ever tried to hurt his partner again.

After setting up base in an abandoned ravine, their dad's old friend Technoblade joined them, promising to help destroy the government.

Whilst planning for this upcoming war and having Tubbo as a spy, for which he, unfortunately, got executed, Y/n would try to spend as much time with their partners, that being difficult to do so as two of them lived in L'Manberg and Quackity was forced to work ridiculous hours for the drunken president.

Therefore, the castle became a safe haven for the four.

This led to Y/n spending most nights closer to the impending day of the war there. They were glad they could sleep in a proper bed with the people they loved, and that they got to have a break from the bickering between Wilbur and Tommy.

Noticing Karl fighting the urge to get up and start pacing again, Y/n shuffled closer to Sapnap, letting the blazeborn's naturally high body temperature warm them up, and they wrapped their arms around Karl's midsection, pulling him into their torso.

Reaching forwards, they managed to get Quackity to join to cuddle pile, Sapnap wrapping his arms around the three of them, or at least trying to.

That night, the four made a promise to always stick by each other's side and to never let each other go. To always talk and resolve problems and that they would be truthful to each other. After all, they were now fiancées.

As they made this promise, the sound of an achievement rang through their communicators.

'The Soulmate Bond' it simply read.

That night they knew it was meant to be.

But then again, that wasn't the right saying on this server. What was it again?

Oh yeah,

It was never meant to be.

Sapnap was worried. And he had every right to be.

First, it was Y/n. After the death of their brother, they had started to pull away from the other three, becoming seemingly distant and only really there at night to sleep, disappearing for hours on end.

Quackity had followed them one day only to find them sitting overlooking a cliff. Apparently, it was where Y/n first took Wilbur on the server, where the two saw their first sunset together. Y/n would sit there as the hours would pass, watching the point on the compass spin, it no longer pointing to their bother. They began to snap back into their old self after Quackity sat with them, becoming who they used to be but more willing to fight.

Then Tommy got exiled. Sapnap and Karl believed they already knew, therefore not bringing it up, and Quackity simply didn't tell them. That sparked one of the biggest arguments they had ever had.

Y/n stayed with Phil that night.

Everything seemed fine for a while, with Y/n coming back home and then the quartet creating Cedar Rapids. And then Ghostbur came back, making it easier for Y/n to move on. Everyone was happy.

But then came the butcher army. Y/n refused to let their dad be pushed around and stepped in, earning themselves house arrest, by orders of Quackity.

That night they left. Sapnap remembers the conversation he had with them before they went. It was seemingly normal, Y/n saying they were staying with Phil for a few days. Except they didn't.

It was two weeks later they returned, hearing that Technoblade had killed Quackity. They helped the stubborn duck with his recovery. The blazeborn remembers the amount of shouting and the arguments that happened that week.

Looking back, he should've stepped in more. But he couldn't have known what was going through Y/n's mind at the time.

See Y/n was planning to blow up L'Manberg again. To finish their brother's job. They had realised how corrupt it had become, now wanting to get rid of the power the people who ran it had.

Sapnap should've seen it coming.

After doomsday, there was the final argument. Tensions were still high, and Quackity still couldn't see why Y/n chose to blow it up. Why Y/n would choose the side of Technoblade. The side of Dream. They explained why though. How L'Manberg was originally a power grab. How it was their idea to blow it up in the first place and that they were just finishing what that had started.

Sapnap should've stopped the fight. He should've stopped it before the words tumbled out of Quackity's mouth, before Y/n and Quackity exploded on each other, before Y/n walked away for what he thought was good.

Everyone's heart broke a bit that night.

Second, it was Karl. He started to disappear for a few days at a time, and when he returned? It was like his brain was scattered, and then he'd started to forget stuff.

At the time Sap had chalked it down to Karl's already bad memory, to his forgetful nature that his fiancée had. It began as small things. Karl forgot what day it was, where he left his book, what time he was meant to be at a certain place, and whether or not he had a meeting with the rest of Manberg's cabinet that day. But then It got worse.

Looking back, Sapnap realised that there were some days when Karl wouldn't say his or their partner's names until someone else said them. He had just thought Karl was messing around at the time, him just being cute and just wanting to call them by pet names but looking back at it, he should've realised sooner.

He should've realised when Karl came up with the idea of creating a new place to live, Kinoko Kingdom, because he said Cedar Rapids held no significate importance to him. Before he said it held no real value and that it was just where he lived because Sapnap lived there. Not because Sapnap, Quackity, and Y/n lived there, but because Sapnap lived there.

He should've realised before Karl completely shut him out. Before Karl would hole himself up in his library which he was forbidden from going in. Before Karl would forget him completely and call him by a stranger's name.

He should've helped Karl sooner. His heart cracked again.

Third, it was Quackity.

See the duck hybrid was stubborn, there was no denying that. Sapnap learnt this early on. If Quackity had his mind set on doing something, then there was a small chance, a very minuscule chance at that, of getting him to change his mind, the chance decreasing if Quackity was the one with the power to do what he wanted to do.

One morning, Sapnap had woken up alone. Karl had gone off again, who knows where, Y/n had just left maybe four days ago, and now Quackity had disappeared.

It stayed like that for a month. Quackity and Y/n were nowhere to be found. Karl occasionally disappeared and returned with his memory shot. Sapnap, probably wouldn't have minded so much if Quackity had told him where he was going, but after another month of no contact?

His heart broke again.

And the worse thing was? Karl had no idea what Quackity or Y/n meant to all of them.

And Finally, it was himself.

He could feel himself slipping away. With Karl coming and going, and no word from either Y/n or Quackity, Sapnap was stuck.

It wasn't like he had anyone to go to. His brother was locked away in a heavily armed prison, rightfully so; his Aunt Puffy was busy trying to deal with the fact one of her sons was locked up and also trying to solve this problem with the egg; his dad had been possessed by said egg, and was currently trying to take over the server; and his best friend was in some sort of deep sleep, only occasionally waking up.

He didn't know how much longer he could be there for Karl. As much as it broke him to ever think about leaving the Jacobs boy, he didn't know if it was worth it anymore, not without his partners. His first love and his third.

He didn't know how he could continue like this.

About a month after the fight, Y/n wanted to go back. Even if everything wouldn't go back to normal, they still wanted to see them, to check that they were doing okay. Because if their partners, well ex-partners were okay, then they'd be okay.

Or at least that's what they kept telling themselves.

The day they went to leave, Y/n climbed down the ladder leading to their room, only to be met with their dad, Philza, in the main room. As they made their way towards the front door and began to pull their cloak on, he stopped them.

"What are you doing?" he asked, nursing the warm mug between his hands.

Y/n sighed, not wanting to have this conversation with their dad but knowing he wouldn't let him go without telling him first, "I'm heading to Cedar Rapids, why? Is something wrong?"

Phil's face fell slightly, "There's a blizzard. You won't be able to make it Y/n."

Y/n's face dropped, and their heart sank in their chest, "How long will it last?"

They hoped it wouldn't be more than a few days at most, however, they were wrong. They ended up spending the next month trapped in the Arctic, unable to get to where they needed to. Unable to apologise for the shit they said.

The day they were finally able to get to Cedar Rapids, it was empty. The land was barren, but the buildings still standing. Their shared house was empty of the majority of everyone's belongings, only a few of theirs and Quackitys left behind.

Where was everyone?

As they stumbled out of the house, tears trying not to fall from their eyes they hit a solid object. Their hands came up to steady themselves, something grabbing onto their biceps. Looking up they saw the face of one of their fiancées.

Pulling back from their grip, Y/n wiped away their tears, wrapping the arms around their torso curling in on themselves. Their fiancée's wings drooped in response and his arms dropped to his sides. The two noticed the obvious distance between them, both physically and emotionally.

Choosing to break the silence between them, Y/n spoke up, "Hey."

Quackity stood still, having an internal malfunction. He was trying not to say anything he didn't want to say, not wanting to screw up again. His wings tightened up behind him, the slits in his shirt allowing his wings to come through, as he stood defensively. His instincts were screaming at him to comfort Y/n.

"Hey."

Looking up at the duck hybrid, Y/n locked eyes with his, and anyone could practically see the awkwardness between the two.

"So, uh," Y/n began, eyes still locked with his, "How are you?"

Quackity's wings fluttered slightly, "I'm alright I guess?"

His response came out as a sort of question, confusing Y/n slightly but they choose not to question it.

"How're the others?"

Quackity paused and Y/n could see them visible tense and him trying to form an answer but not knowing what to say.

"Quackity?" Y/n began, taking a step closer to him, "What happened?"

Hopping through the nether portal, Y/n grabbed a bunch of snow and hurled it at the goose that was following them, it letting out an exasperated honk and flapping its wings in annoyance. They stood up letting out curse words at the animal, beginning their trek back to their shared home. The white feathered animal biting against Y/n’s cloak and pants, attempting to pull the human back towards the nether portal.

The door slammed shut as Y/n walked through it, shrugging off the snow that had landed on their cloak. It felt like their ears were ringing, their mind spinning even though they could see clearly.

"What do you mean you left?"

"I did exactly what they did. What you did-"

Phil looked concerned at them, wondering what had happened, as his kid nonchalantly discarded their cloak and bag.

"What do you mean by that, Q? Where's Sapnap and Karl anyway, shouldn't they be around?"

"Well I wouldn't know, I came back one day to get them only to find they had disappeared along with all their stuff and most of ours."

"What do you mean disappeared?"

Phil's confusion began to grow as he heard the patter of webbed feet on his floor.

"Like gone. I don't even know where they are."

"Y/n," Phil began, walking closer and seeing the white goose standing next to his child, the goose attempting to pull on his kid's pant leg, it hissing at them when they shooed it off, "What's that?"

"This?" Y/n looked down at the goose, letting out a hiss in response to it honking at them, "It's a goose. And it won't leave me alone." They began frustration seeping through their voice, "Apparently it won't die, no matter how many times you push it into lava. So now I'm guessing it's some sort of immortal being that's come to spite me for my wrongdoings."

Y/n turned and climbed the ladder to the upper part of the house, the goose nestling down by the stairs, ruffling its feathers before it seemingly began to settle down.

"It's a soulmate goose."

Philza's head snapped around to face the voice, him calming once he realised that it was only Kristin. She made her way towards him, resting her hand gently on his shoulder, Phil leaning into the touch he could barely feel.

"The soulmate goose of enforcement only appears when there is an obstacle a soulmate pairing needs help to overcome," She continued walking over to pet the goose before it vanished, "It seems as if our little crow needs some help after all."

Upstairs, Y/n stared out of their window, watching the snow gently fall as they played with the three rings that were attached to a necklace around their neck. Each one with an engraving that referred to each counterpart in their past relationship.

"What do we do?" Y/n asked sitting down next to Quackity on the ground. The duck hybrid had finally stopped pacing and was now frustratedly pulling strands of grass from the ground before throwing them down, "How are we meant to find them?"

"I don't know," He began, "I don't know. I just- I keep thinking if we hadn't... You know... Then everything would be okay."

The two looked down at the ground, not noticing the goose begin to materialise in the distance. The silence between them was awkward. Neither of them knew how to continue and say what they wanted to.

"I came to apologise," Y/n spoke up, beginning to rip grass up from the ground. "I tried to come a month ago, but then there was a storm. But-"

"It would've still been too late," Quackity cut them off. Y/n looked up at him only to see him staring at the ground, refusing to look at them. "I left because I thought you weren't coming back, and then I had this idea-"

"What do you mean you thought I wasn't coming back? Quackity, I made a promise and so did you and the others! That we'd never walk away. Ever."

"Well, I'm sorry for thinking that then! It's just after the shit we both said I thought you were leaving this time for good! That you'd finally given up on us!"

"Can we not argue for once?"

"Oh, says you."

He stood up, taking a few steps backwards, before groaning in disdain.

"What now?"

"That fucking Goose is back!" Quackity sighed out, "I swear, it won't leave me alone."

"Okay, and what does that have to do with finding Karl and Sapnap?"

"I don't know okay! It's just this fucking thing won't leave me alone and keeps trying to drag me through nether portals." Quackity sighed, clearly frustrated.

"I'm sorry," he grumbled out, "I'm not good with emotions sometimes."

"I know," Y/n replied before standing up and taking Quackity's hands in theirs, rubbing their thumbs on the back of his palms when he didn't object or try to pull away. "You'd think the blaze hybrid would be the most hot-headed out of the four of us. Turns out, he's the least."

Quackity let out a small smile at their words before enveloping them in his arms, his wings fluttering and encasing the two of them.

“We still need to work stuff out,” Y/n said, voice slightly muffled, from where their head was buried in Quackity’s shirt.

“I know sweetheart, I know.”

Sapnap was outside.

And he was touching grass.

This wasn’t unusual for the blaze hybrid, him liking to sit in the flower fields surrounding his house.

When Karl choose the leave Cedar Rapids, Sapnap couldn't help but follow him, not wanting to lose the last of his partners, even though it felt as if he had already gone. Like Karl had slipped through his fingers and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He thinks that may be the reason why he subconsciously chose this place to live. The flower fields reminded him of the unproblematic childhood he had and the first home he knew.

The loud honk, which came from his left, startled him enough that he dropped the flower crown he was absentmindedly weaving, fire igniting around his horns. The amber flames swirled before dying down.

The goose waddled over to him, attempting to bite onto his sleeve and drag him. Sapnap attempted to swat him away only for the goose to hiss at him.

After a least a minute of this happening, Sapnap sighed at the animal before grabbing it over its wings and lifting it into his lap, the goose immediately settling down but now gnawing on his hand.

“Why do you have a Soulmate Goose?”

Sapnap didn't tear his eyes away from the creature that was nestled in his lap, it was still keen on trying to bite his fingers off.

“Nice to see you too Drista,” he said back, “What do you want?”

“To know why you have a soulmate goose? Duh?”

Spanap gave her a deadpan look, “Well I don’t know. Shouldn’t you know, aren’t you like a god or something?”

The teenager glared at him from where she was floating in the sky, “Just because you’re best friends with my brother doesn’t mean I like you.”

Sapnap rolled his eyes in response, returning to pet the animal in his lap, the softness of the feathers reminding him of the nights when Quackity would let them help preen his wings. The duck usually ends up curled up on his lap, his head on Sapnap’s chest listening to his heartbeat letting out soft chirps of appreciation. Sapnap's heart clenched at the memory.

The teenager let herself land on the ground, sitting down amongst the flowers as she stared to mess with the grass.

“My brother told me about them.”

“Who, Dream?”

“No, XD,” she glared back at him when he interrupted her, “He used to say that sometimes the humans would need help to be with their soulmate and that he and some of the other gods created this being that would help them, the people giving it its name.”

“The soulmate goose? Really?”

“That’s not its full name, idiot. It’s the Soulmate Goose of Enforcement,” Drista deadpanned. “Anyway, I wouldn’t have thought you would end up meeting it, you know. You get along so well with Karl, Quackity, and Y/n, therefore you wouldn’t- Oh.”

Sap looked down away from the teenager, returning to give the now quiet goose more pets.

“Yeah,” Sapnap whispered in response.

Feeling really awkward about the situation, the teenage god thought it would be best that she left, “I’m going to go and find Tommy, bye Snapchat!”

And with that, she teleported away leaving the blaze hybrid alone in the field.

Sapnap began to think about his choices again. About everything that had happened, about everything he didn’t say, about everything he could’ve, no should’ve done.

He knew he should’ve stepped in and stopped Y/n and Quackity from arguing. He knew he should’ve helped Karl more before he began to forget everything. He knew he should’ve helped himself, to stop himself from walking away from his home.

Yes, Kinoko Kingdom may be where he lived, it may be his, or partly his, but it wasn’t his home. Cedar Rapids was more his home, if anything, the Dream SMP was more of his home than this place.

His fiancées are his home, not here. Not anywhere else.

Not this place he ran to when he was scared. When he was terrified of losing the last person who meant something to him.

A few tears escaped his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away as the Goose in his lap let out another honk.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure started to approach him, coming to a stop a few feet in front of him, gentle cawing being heard a lot more.

“She was right you know,” The woman said, Sap looking up at the person standing in front of him, not recognising the figure. He tensed up, ready to fight the unknown person, but only if it came to it, "I didn't expect you four to have him."

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" he asked only for the woman to gently smile in response.

"I'm Kristin, Goddess of Death-"

"You're Y/n's mom," Sapnap interrupted.

"I am, amongst other things," Kristin sat down in front of the young adult, "It's nice to finally meet you Sapnap. Y/n talks about you quite a bit."

One of the few crows flying around came and hopped down on the ground between the two, dropping Kristin a shiny rock, letting the goddess pet them before flying off and joining the rest of its brethren.

"Sapnap," Kristin began, letting the blaze focus his attention back on her, "The best thing I could do is give you advice. Don't spend time dwelling on what needs to be done. Go, find Y/n and Quackity, and talk. If you keep bottling up your feelings, it's going to get you nowhere, and this guy here is just going to get more mad at the four of you for being idiots."

"They left," Sapnap replied, voice cracking slightly, "They left us-"

He tried to continue talking but sobs left his mouth as tears started to fall. His shoulders shook with each shuddering breath he took, his horns lighting with a dull blue fire once again.

Kristin shuffled forward, wrapping her arms around him, letting his head fall onto her shoulder as she ran a hand through his hair, comforting her almost son-in-law.

And as Sapnap let the tears fall from him and his emotions run, he knew he couldn't continue like this. He knew something had to change.

The rain was bad that night.

It didn't rain much in Las Nevadas, it being in a warmer part of the smp, but when it rained, it poured like hell.

It was mainly when thunderstorms would happen in the main part of the greater smp that the weather would really be affected. It was like a cycle. Heavy rain that would cause the river to rise where L'Manberg once stood meant that light showers would last an hour at most and thunderstorms would cause heavy rainfall that would soak anyone to the bone.

Quackity knew it was a bad storm because even Slime was holed up inside.

He had managed to zone out the sound of rain hitting the window, the continuous drone allowing him to block it out as inherent background noise. The occasional flashes of light caused his wings to twitch in anticipation.

There was something wrong.

Quackity didn't know what exactly. It was more of an inherent feeling creeping up behind him, causing the occasional shiver to run down his spine. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Slime was sat by the window, looking out across Las Nevadas. He personally likes the rain, just when it gets too heavy it affects his viscosity too much and throws him off. 'There's always the fountain', he thought, his fingers tracing the raindrops across the window.

Slime was following the raindrops as they fell, his finger reaching up to trace them before he remembered what his friend Quackity had told him the last time he did that.

Slime knew that he was a goopy guy but sometimes he would forget. He knew that he was bones or that he had to be but sometimes his brain didn't connect and say that to his goop. It was something he was working on because he had to seem like a human and that he had bones, even when it was a no-bones day.

Anyway, ignoring Slime's partial existential crisis, the goopy guy in a shirt and pants, and basically an identical outfit to his friend Quackity, he continued to stare out of the window before ultimately attempting to return to his previous task.

Quackity was not paying attention. The paperwork in front of him had been read at least twelve times but he still couldn't take the information in. Something was disrupting him and he couldn't work out what. It was an itch in the back of his mind, an annoying one at that.

He let out a sigh as he dropped the pen onto the table, leaning back against his chair and pushing himself away from his desk. He let out a puff of air, blowing the strands of hair out from in front of his eyes. Quackity really needed another haircut.

He stared up at the ceiling, his mind starting to wander.

How long was it going to take purpled to find Karl and Sapnap, surely not another week right? He couldn't keep living like this. In denial and regret, it was drowning him.

Even if the two decided they never wanted him again, then at least he would apologise to them. It was the least they deserved.

The shadowy figure in the distance continued to draw closer, forcing Quackity, who had unfortunately noticed its presence earlier but chose to ignore it, to rise up out of his seat and head towards the window. It was a person he was staring at, carrying a bundle of something in its arms, but for the life of him he couldn't work out who.

The rain was cascading down now, affecting his vision and the lights of his city did little to unmask them. His heart clenched at the sight of it; that same nagging feeling saying something was wrong hit him tenfold.

He turned to face Slime, having made up his mind he would go see if the masked figure was okay only for the doors behind him to be flung open.

It was Y/n soaked to the bone.

"Q," they began, terror etched onto their face. It made Quackity's feathers ruffle and stand on edge, wanting to wrap them in his arms and protect them from whatever they were afraid of.

"Q, it's Karl."

The fire flickered casting light across the room. It was the only source of warmth alongside the abundance of blankets piled across the four of them.

The bundle held in Quackity's arms was no stranger to him, the mop of brown hair that usually covered his forehead pushed to the side allowing the damp cloth to rest there and lower the Jacobs boy's raging fever.

The duck's instincts kicked in and the other two stepped aside to allow him to swaddle and care for Karl. They knew he was in safe hands and that Quackity was better at dealing with sick people.

Y/n had propped themselves against the wall, a blanket thrown over their shoulders and wrapped around them. The cloak they had donned earlier was in a pile alongside some of the other wet clothes of both Sap and Karl.

They looked down at the duo huddled on the floor, Quackity's wings furling around the star-eyed boy in a protective cocoon. Chirps left his mouth as he changed the water on the rag before smoothing it over the brunette's unconscious forehead.

There was no guarantee that he would wake up. Y/n could only pray that the gods of prime would help him. They couldn't lose him.

"What happens now?"

Both their own and Sapnaps heads snapped up to look at Quackity, he having the courage to break the scared silence that had overcome them all.

Y/n looked to Sapnap, the blazeborn looking worse for wear. It looked like he hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in the past years, like he was soon to be death-walking. Just like Karl.

His shirt was clad against his chest, the white material somewhat see-through but now drying allowing them to see the runes that lined his body. He was hunched forward, his own blanket lying over his shoulders as his hands were clasped together in his lap.

Figuring that he wasn't going to speak up, Y/n pushed themselves off the wall and moved to sit between Sapnap's chair, and where the two were huddled together on the floor. They grabbed the blazeborn's hand in their own and placed their other upon Q's shoulder causing him to sway towards them slightly at the affection.

"We talk." They spoke out, the three awake sharing glances at each other.

A distant honk sounded as the goose settled itself into Slime's lap, the goopy guy petting the animal before it began to fade into dust, blowing away into the sky.

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grace122 · 2 years

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flower field, c!punz x c!dream x fem reader (unfinished)

summary: punz promised to take the reader to a new flower field he found on the server, little did the reader know what lied ahead

(i honestly didn’t know what else to put but there ya go!)

"come on y/n, you can trust me" punz says putting his hands in the pockets of his white sweater "i don't know punz, you've been acting weird lately" you mumble fidgeting with your hands "oh come onnn" punz says starting to walk forward "i promise, the place i found has so many flowers for you to pick" he says as you trail behind him "even allium's" he mumbles making your head shoot up "really!" you say skipping forward to walk beside him, being how small you were it was basically painful to look up at him while you walked beside him and so was keeping up with his fast strides (yeah yeah my size kink is showing i know) "mhm, we're getting close now, it's really nice but i want to surprise you so i'm gonna cover your eyes ok?" he says causing you to nod dumbly too focused on the fact that you were going to see a so called "flower field". He stopped walking and pulling you by the arm lightly so your back was pressed against his chest and his one hand was covered your eyes "there, now start walking" he says fake kindness lacing his voice "did you see any daisys? maybe even some lavender?" you asks as he puts his other hand on your hip steering you to the left "mhm, lots of them" he mumbles walking you into a stone building and through a door "did it just get a little colder?" you ask "nope" he says immediately pushing the idea out of your brain and you come to a halt and you hear a door shut causing you to jump a little "punz what was that?" you mumble starting to feel fear bubbling up in your body, this was not a flower field.

punz only chuckles lightly before removing his hand from your eyes but not waist, you blink a few times before realizing you were in a stone room with a huge table in front of you with a map spread across it and on the other side of the table sat dream sitting in a chair with his feet kicked up, his mask was half broken and dirty giving you a view of his smirk. Your body immediately runs cold as you go to back up or run but punz is keeping a tight hold on your waist so you turn around and bury your face into punz's hoodie "you are so fucking gullible ya know that?" punz says earning a whine from you "what's wrong with you, why would you bring me he-here" you say starting to cry into his hoodie out of fear "because you are the easiest to take on the server, i could tell you anything and you'd immediately follow because your that fucking stupid" he says when suddenly you feel someone press up against your back "hi y/n" dream whispers causing your body to tremble as the two men sandwich you between them "what? are you really scared of me?" dream questions chuckling lightly when you nod into punz's sweater "yeah?" dream asks taking a handful of your hair and pulling you out of punz's chest earning a gasp from you as he forces you to look up at punz "you look so fucking pathetic between us like this" punz mumbles feeling himself getting hard at the sight while dream hums in agreement "no way to escape either, just trapped between us huh?" dream mumbles reaching down to grab your ass "so fucking vulnerable". Your heart start to beat faster when dream pushes his bulge against your ass earning a gasp from you as your eyes widen at the feeling "what? did you not expect that?" dream whispers leaning down to kiss “punz is hard too” he says moving your head down to look at punz’s bulge that was almost pressing against you “does that make you nervous? two bigger men sandwiching you between them while their cocks are rock hard?” he mumbles causing your legs to tremble slightly “or… does it turn you on?”

#mcyt smut #dsmp smut #c! punz smut #c! dream smut #c! dream x reader smut #c! punz x reader smut #punz smut #dreamwastaken smut #graces fics

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SYNOPSIS: Halloween is, quite literally, one of my favorite holidays. Period. So, since I wasn’t able to sate my thirst for spooks last year, I’ve concocted six fresh one-shots in my cauldron of writer’s brew! Do not resist the Halloween vibes. They are not optional.

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10/26/2022

Candlewick | Witch!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader | 2.8k words

You get caught in the rain and Karl comforts you. That’s it. That’s the fic.

10/27/2022

Hunter’s Moon | Werewolf!Punz x GN!Reader | 3.1k words

You’ve always been fascinated with the stars ever since you were a kid, despite how people may have judged you for it. Sucks to be them, though, because they don’t have a werewolf boyfriend.

10/28/2022

Like Ink In Water | Ghost!Eret x GN!Reader | 4.7k words

Get a job as a tour guide at the local historic castle!’, they said. ‘It’ll be fun!’, they said. Well, now a specter of the last monarch to be crowned in its old halls has decided you’re the best thing since sliced bread, and you have to live with it.

10/29/2022

(Call The) Number Of The Beast | Demon!Tangotek x GN!Reader | 2.6k words

You thought it was a joke. A goof. A funny ‘ha-ha’ story to tell to your friends later- how you tried to summon a demon. However, things haven’t exactly gone to plan, and now you’re stuck trying to send a resident to hell back to where he belongs. Too bad that he’s decided that’s wherever you are.

10/30/2022

Wrong Turn (At The Right Time) | Vampire!Ethoslab x GN!Reader | 3.9k words

It was simple, the arrangement you had with Gem. She would let you study in the library before it opened; you would be gone before her boss came in. So… how did you wind up with a vampire for a history tutor?

10/31/2022

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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Hello! If it's possible can you do a punz/foolish x M/GN reader? Early morning cuddles with them seems really nice for some reason. Your work is amazing btw!

^this, loved it, amazing, 10/10, but you weren’t specific about what exactly you wanted so I kinda just, did whatever? I did CC because you didn’t say CC or C and I did for Punz, Foolish, and Punz and Foolish, because I wasn’t sure if you wanted them separate or together, but not you get both! :]

Pairing: Foolish X Reader | Punz X Reader | Foolish X Reader X Punz

Pronouns: None/gender neutral

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

Foolish:

Waking up next to him is either amazing or really annoying, it depends on how you see it.

Foolish is a cuddler, the type to wrap himself around you as much as possible and not let go. So if you wake up before him, you might be stuck laying there for a while.

He’s a peaceful sleeper so if you wake up first, then you’ll be greeted by a sweet sight. If he wakes up first, he’ll run his fingers slowly over your arms and legs, tracing slowly over the details of your face and over any part of you he can reach.

If you’re a late sleeper then he’d wait for you to wake up, he doesn’t want you to wake up without him there because he knows he wouldn’t want to wake up without you.

Foolish is a walking heater, which is great during the winter or if you’re just generally cold all the time. He makes getting out of bed that much harder because of his warmth. He holds you close and keeps you feeling loved and warm. Keeping the blanket covered exactly how you like it while also holding you close to him.

Waking up with Foolish is a little warm and stuffy sometimes but it’s also really sweet and loving. Foolish always whispers in the morning to keep from being too loud and will place light kisses to your nose and forehead before getting up.

Over 8.5/10, amazing and sweet and loving but cuddling in the summer might be too much heat lol.

[You hummed at the feeling of Foolish’s fingers dancing over your arms, his fingertips brushing over every speck and spot he could find. You’d often wake to this, Foolish letting his hands wander amongst your limbs, slowly running over all that he could reach, all that he loved.

“Good morning,” his soft, morning voice reached your ears, pulling you from the warm grasp of sleep and into his warm hold instead.]

Punz:

Waking up next to Punz really depends a lot on you.

Punz is the type to cuddle if you want, but he doesn’t need it. All he needs is to hold your hand or feel your back against his to be able to sleep. He just sleeps better knowing you’re there.

Waking up with him is nice because he usually wakes around the same time as you. Whether it’s earlier or later, your sleeping habits will start to affect his. Either way, he will stay in bed till you get up or will set an alarm to ensure he gets up when you do.

If he wakes up before you, he’ll lay there till you wake. Muttering to himself about how much he loves you, slowly tracing patterns into your palms. Punz will draw little pictures as he talks about all the dates he wants to take you on and where he wants your future together to go. If he wakes after you he’ll greet you with a kiss on the knuckles and a soft ‘hello’

Punz is the type of guy to lay there, staring lovingly at you while you both talk softly about your plans for the day. Talking about lunch or dinner ideas, what errands you guys have to run today, all simply domestic-type things. He just likes knowing how much time he can spend with you during the day, even if he has you all to himself at night.

He loves waking up at the same time as you, it allows him more time to talk and admire you. Punz enjoys these moments most, where it’s the two of you just living and loving. There’s no worry of other people or any responsibilities, just you, him, and love.

Overall, 9/10. He’s a soft and loving guy who adjusts to your needs. He loves you and would let nothing stand in the way of that.

[“There would be lights strung up here, and over here would be flowers,” the voice of your lover fades in and out as you do, slowly rocking forth between asleep and awake, eyes fluttering as you struggle to open them.

“Hello, love,” a sweet greeting followed by a sweet gesture, a kiss lingering on your knuckles. Punz often woke you up like this, a gentle greeting as he waits for you to become fully conscious.]

Both:

Waking up with both is certainly interesting, you’ve got Foolish who’s holding onto you like his life depends on it, slowly trailing his fingers along you. His fingers lovingly touching over every spot, mark, and scar, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. But there’s also Punz, who is watching your eyes slowly flutter open, his lips meeting your knuckles as he asks how you slept.

The bed’s a little crowded, warmer than you might prefer, but cozy. Foolish is snuggling up closer to you, tempting you to fall back into the delicate arms of slumber, and Punz is asking you what you’d like for breakfast, what you’ve got to get done today, and a handful of other questions.

The two men will lay there, holding you and talking to you, about you, anything that comes to mind really. They’ll chat between the two of them if they wake before you, or if one of them is awake with you they’ll chat with you.

When the two wake up before you, they talk about you. They talk about your birthday, anniversaries, anything related to you or your relationships. Occasionally they’ll talk about games or other stuff but you’re their favorite thing to talk about, never gets boring or old or tiring to them.

If you wake up before Foolish and Punz, you’ll find it impossible to escape. Foolish has, basically, a death grip on you, holding you close to him with his strong, sturdy limbs. Getting out of his grip is damn near impossible, but let’s say for the sake of argument that you did escape. The new problem is getting off the bed. You can’t slide off the bed because you’ll bump into their legs, which will likely wake Punz and have Foolish grabbing at you in his sleep. You can’t climb over Foolish because he’ll just grab you in his sleep, and you can’t climb over Punz because it’ll wake him up. Basically, you’re stuck on the bed till they both wake up, or one wakes up (or you wake him up) to let you out.

Overall, 10/10. Sweetest boys, they love you so much and just can’t help it. Might be a little hot during warmer days or a little crowded but it’s so comforting and loving that there really isn’t room for complaint.

[“Well, our anniversary is next month. I was thinking,” Punz began to tell Foolish, in detail, about the idea he had for an anniversary date. He had been thinking about it for a little while now but had forgotten to tell Foolish about it until now. Foolish was quick to hush Punz when he noticed you stirring in your sleep, Punz softly tightening his grip on your hand, coaxing you awake. His efforts were well-intended, but with Foolish’s radiant body heat, it was hard to fully awaken, your mind and body wishing to simply dissolve into the mattress and return to the dream world.]

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dreamersdivine · 2 years

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c!dream x reader. it’s before all the wars start but reader and dream are together and reader starts to see the person dreams becoming and tries to stop him but dream is dream yk. angst :)

Can do ♡ :>

It's a bit longer than I meant it to be T^T

Part 2.

Everything was perfect. You spent countless afternoons running in the fields with your best friends teasing and joking until the sun came up.

You lived with all of them within what you called the community center. Other friends would come and go; Sam, Alyssa, Callahan, but the three that stayed was what you jokingly called the Dream team. It was compromised of three people; George the British one, Sapnap the hot headed one, and of course Dream your lovely boyfriend.

Dream was the best he treated you with such kindness and compassion. He almost treated you as if you were glass ready to shatter if he looked away from a moment.

He knew everything about you. Your favorite book, flower, food. And you knew everything about him. Or at least you thought you did- Every good thing comes to an end right....

The first time you had seen an emotion that wasn't fueled by joy and kindness was when they arrived. Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit. They seemed fairly okay to you. The two setting off into the forest nearby without so much as a glance at you all as soon as they realized you were "americans"

You brushed it off as Dream just being wary of the new people. To be fair you didn't have any reason to trust them but they hasn't given you any reason to not trust them either.

"I don't want those two anywhere near here," Dream said one night. He, Sapnap, and George were huddled around a table.

"Are you talking about the boy? The blonde one and the fuzzy haired one?" You asked curious.

Dream looked up with such distaste you recoiled. Immediately the look on his face softened. He left the table coming to hold you closer. "I'm just worried about our safety is all. I don't know what they're capable of and I don't want anything to happen to you,"

"Right of course,"

You didn't hear anything about the other people in the valley for weeks. You didn't even know more people had come until there was one on your doorstep.

"Hi? Who are you?" You asked softly looking the blonde up and down.

The pose he had taken radiated laid back but cocky. "Punz," a voice from behind you greeted.

"Dream," he smirked.

"Glad you could make it,"

Punz moved in with you all, he then became something of a bodyguard for you. Punz was by your side 24/7. Dream had asked him to protect you, and not only that but teach you sword skills.

Something had changed. The air had an unfamiliar scent.

Suddenly there was no more late night laughing under the stars. It was late nights gathering materials for weapons and armor. Ways to become stronger. The boys had become a bit colder. Of course they were still especially sweet to you but other than that they seemed serious.

Dream was the worst of all though. Something about these new people asking and now demanding freedom had started to change him. You couldn't even begin to describe it but you were watching him unravel before your very eyes and there was nothing you could do about it.

You tried many times

"Maybe you should just allow their freedom,"

"Most of them are children-"

"We shouldn't have to take and destroy what's theirs,"

Each way it ended the same Dream would wave you off and dismiss what you've said.

"Dream I don't like this...person you're becoming. I wish you could just see from my point of view. You're not the same person anymore. These thoughts they're poisoning you," you pleaded.

"Thoughts about being rid of weaknesses are poison?" He laughed. You had decided to confront him one last time.

"I- I mean it Dream. If you don't stop, I'm leaving. We'll be finished,"

He shook his head slowly giving you no verbal response.

"I'll leave to the badlands, I know Sam would be happy to have me there,"

"Go ahead,"

"What?"

"Go ahead. Go to the badlands. Go complain to Sam. One less weakness I'll have to get rid of,"

Those words drove into your heart like a knife. "Get- get rid of?"

Dream turned to face you. "Get rid of," he repeated.

You were stunned. In your brains confusion to reply you found your body moving before you could stop it.

Stumbling through the house, past George and Sapnap's worried echoes, past that fucking prick Punz and out the backdoor

You slammed the door shut with tears burning in your eyes. You attempted to take a large breath of air before you choke on sobs.

It was then you finally recognized that oh so unfamiliar scent, the air...it smelled like the beginnings of war

#onyx●inbox #onyx●scribbles #dream x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader

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bivwifeybunny · 2 years

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someone should really send in an ask... like the person scrolling through these smut tags *wink,wink* *nudge,nudge*

in the mood to write for anyone honestly (aka sapnap, karl, punz, dream, or c!techno)

someone pls brainrot with me

i can't sleep so i wanna write some blurbs

#sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #punz x reader #dream x reader #c!techo x reader #sapnap smut #punz smut #karl jacobs smut #c!techno smut #dream smut #wifey speaks <3 #wifey's brainrot <3 #spicy wifey <3

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im-notbean · 8 months

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Punz x Soccerplayer! Male!Reader

Summary; Your cousin Karl Jacobs invites you to be his plus one at twitch con, let's just say your day got better after you lost your game.

TW; Use of real names, reader had ADHD, reader is tall, Dream get's bullied a lot, reader is V E R Y flirtatious, swearing, kissing (lol), kinda gets ✨spicy✨ at the end, harassment, homophobia, let me know if theirs more!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION- I don't want my work posted anywhere but where it is at.

Key;

Y/F/N; Your favorite number

Y/N; Your Name

Y/L/N; Your last name

Y/H/C; Your hair color

Y/H/L; Your hair length

Y/E/C; Your eye color

Y/T/N; Your team name

NO matter how much you told your cousin Karl that you wouldn't be able to be their on time, he somehow got you to go to Twitchcon. So of course he told his friends who never even herd of you before, which is very unnatural you played forward. They would recognize you based on looks rather than name.

So that's how you ended up losing your game by 1 goal, which pissed you and your coach off, you were team captain and one of your best team leaders, and players for that matter. Being in the top 5 teams, ranked 3 currently, means that all of you teammates cared about the sport to go professional. But today, you guys played like shit to say the least.

Currently you were getting swarmed by fan girls who tried to get you to notice them, you signed a boy's jersey who got his sister or friend to back off that had your number on it, Y/F/N, honestly you liked people like that. Rather than the player they care about the game, and have favorites obviously, but still.

You called your cousin after you got in your Uber, you and him liked these calls it always cheered you up. Maybe it was because you both had ADHD or had similar taste or that you were close in age. Honestly you guys didn't know, you and Karl has always just clicked.

"Karl." "Yes Y/N?" "Help." "Why?" "We lost, and played like shit." "It can't be that bad-" "We lost to the 6th ranked team Karl Jacobs. It's bad." "Oh...well shit then- CLAY SHUT THE FUCK UP IT'S MY MALE COUSIN." "One. WHO THE FUCK. NAMES THEIR CHILD CLAY! Two. Who's Clay?" "Ask his parents, he's a friend of mine Y/N" "Tell him he is named after a minecraft block." "CLAY! HE SAYS YOUR NAMED AFTER A MINECRAFT BLOCK! YEAH? WHAT YOU GONNA DO THEIR 6'4!!" "I am 6'5 actually." "I MENT 6'5!!" "Put Harden Clay on the phone" "Nicknames so soon...make him laugh and then call him a tea kettle." "Understood."

You heard rustling from the other end of your phone, you arrived ar your hotel and took your bag out going into your room on the 6th floor. Putting your phone on speaker as a new voice was put on the phone.

"KARL WHAT THE FUCK." "Danm Hardened Clay don't dish my cousin like that. Very rude ya' know." "Hold up. You single?" "Yes. But I don't wanna date someone who is named 'Clay'" "Just call me Dream." "Ok looking you up now. I get to do more burring if you're faceless that's nice." "Blurring? Do you not like you're face or something?" "Yep. Sheesh I forgot about how much I work out...dang these abbs don't lie." "Ok...I wanna see now." "Put it on facetime Nimrod" "Geez ok. ACK KARL WHAT THE HELL!" "Tell my cousin he needs to chill out" "Karl...your cousin wants you to chill out. Geez fine yeah I won't tell anyone." "So...you want to see my abbs or not man?" "Yeah- Sorry zoned out, ADHD" "I feel you man...not in that way of course-" "You just made it weird, oh well I'mma pull up facetime now."

You sighed, the face came up on the screen with a smile. His brown fluffy hair with his emerald eyes and a slight stubble on his chin. Oh yeah, did we mention that you are a flaming homosexual? Because you are. Anyway, you turned the camera the other way towards the mirror you had in the hotel room. You turned on the light, giving Dream a better look at your abbs.

"Damnnn...how often do you work out?" "Every day, except game days." "Game days? Karl what do you mean...he's who?" "Your dumb as fuck." "What? How?" "Google Y/T/N forward Y/F/N." "Okay...Oh fuck I am dumb...how did I not realize you were Y/N Y/L/N." "Because your really fucking dumb." "Karl asked if your going to Twitch con, says your his plus one." "Yeah I am, your smart in this shit. What do I wear?" "Probably a tee-shirt and pants" "Great advice. Give my cousin his phone back." "Why?" "Because I need to know where to tell my uber to go for this...place?" "The event?" "Yup."

༺ T I M E S K I P ༻

You stepped out off the Uber and located Karl and some of his other friends. You toward over most of them except for one, Ranboo. You didn't know him that well, but you two instantly became best friends. You also met Dream, who you very often bullied through out the night. But out of everyone you met, their was one person who you fell head over heals for. Punz. You asked Sapnap about him.

"Hey Sap." "Yeah, what's up Y/N?" "Who exactly is that?" "That's Luke, also known as Punz." "He's kinda...cute"

You were sober with a cup of alcohol in your hand. You sipped at your cup absentmindedly as you looked at Punz face immediately becoming dusted with red. He was talking to Dream and obviously you had to bully him some more. You started walking over to him and slaped Dream in the back of the head.

"Someone who is as dumb as you should not be talking to most pretty boy in the room, Dream." "Oh...WAIT WHAT?" "You heard me idiot. Your amount of dumbness will rub off on him. He's to pretty to be dumb." "I'm right here-" "I'm saving you. Trust me." "Damn, hey I'll take it." "Punz really?!" "What? According to him I am the most pretty boy in the room, and who wouldn't take that as a compliment." "Your outnumbered Dream~" "Ugh, Y/N you don't even know Punz." "I know his name and that he's hot. That's all I need to know really." "That's gay." "I am gay though-" "What the fuck." "Dream. I have been flirting with Punz the entire time. I made it plainly obvious that I was gay." "I am really am that dumb." "Yeah yeah, shoo bitch." "Fine. Nice chating with you Punz."

Dream started to walk away from you two and you swung your arm around Punz's shoulders and started laughing. Punz was also trying to not laugh but he obviously was failing. You moved your arm off Punz and the two off you started talking and drinking more and more, this went on for an hour or so. You both were drunk by this point and decided to go to Punz's room, since it was closer, obviously. Once you two drunkenly walked into Punz's room you started talking again, but this time it was much more... heated. And I mean much much more heated.

"No no no, 'cause *hic* I've had girls like grope my *hic* ass before. And I'm s-standing their, all sweaty and shit 'cause I just like finshed a game *hic* and I'm all like I guess were doing this now and my teammates *hic* they know I'm gay and stuff and they just *hic* push me along as I move away the girls hand from my ass. But she gripped it even tighter and now this bitch's nails are diggin into my skin so *hic* my teammate gets security and she now has a retraining order." "Damn, *hic* that mudt suck balls for her." "Eh I guess, but I didn't really give a fuck *hic* as long as she's away from me and shit." "Hm, has anyone told you that you're really fuck'n hot." "Why you wanna know eh? *Hic* You think I'm hot shit innit." "I do." "Wanna make out." "I'm down" "...m'kay"

You moved so you were in top of Punz, you looked for any sign of discomfort to which you saw none. You tipped Punz's head up and slowly moved your lips to his and you kissed Punz. Punz threw his hands around your neck and pulled you closer to him and you grabbed his waist and set him on you lap, Punz groaned into the kiss and started tugging at your shirt trying to rip it off you. You broke the kiss to say something to Punz.

"Want- my shirt off?" "Please." "Pull it off yourself." "Wha-" "You heard me bitch. You wanna see me with my shirt off take it off yourself." "Uh- okay..."

Puns started to undo the buttons on your shirt and wasn't getting very far, his hands were sweaty and shaking. He managed to get the first button before you got fed up from waiting and placed your hands up his hoodie tracing his nipples. Punz's breath hitched at the contact and groaned again placing his head in the crook of your neck.

"Hurry the fuck up." "I'm t-trying- fuck don't do that *groans* t-to give me a minute." "Good boys don't keep me waiting, your a good boy eh?" "Y-Yeah." "Then Hurry." "Yes- *moans* s-sir." "Oh~ call me that more often" "Y-yes sir"

༺ T H E N E X T D A Y ༻

You woke up in Punz's hotel room with just your boxers on and while cuddling Punz, his neck and chest was littered with with hickies and he only had on shorts and boxers. Your head was pounding, how much exactly did you have to drink last night...oh whatever. You moved to get out of the bed but an arn was thrown around your waist stopping you from doing so.

"Don't leave....warm." "Luke, Darling I need to go." "Whyyyyy." "Because I gotta go home." "But why." "Because my teammates will be wondering why it's taking me so long to get ready." You reached for your phone, thank god your powered it off before you left. "I say fuck them." "Like how I did to you last night?" "More harder than yeah." "Are you wanting me to go again?" "Nah, I'm fine just...stay please." "I'm only going to LA, I should be fine Luke." "Fineee." "Just give me your number." "Alright it's xxx-xxx-xxx" "Thanks."

You quickly texted your teammates that you weren't at your hotel and were Ubering over. They all swarmed your door went you finally got their and stared at your collar bone and neck. You finally said that yes you did have a hook up and yes you knew the person and yes you did have their number, they finally left you alone. You quickly changed and packed you bags and brushed your teeth. And you meet up with your team downstairs. You would be riding with one of the least accepting of your sexuality. Zach. This motherfucker was big on regularly tormenting ypu with "It was Addam and EVE. Not Addam and STEVE." Thanks for being an asshole I guess. You and Zach places your bags in the trunk of the car and got in the backseat and Zach sat down next to you. You decided to ignore him until he said something about Punz.

"Y'know I bet whoever that fuck you hooked up was ugly. Probably fat as hell." "Dude what the fuck. You don't even know them, don't make accusations you can't prove." "Then who you texting eh?" "Your dad. So I can fuck him 'cause we all know he definitely ain't straight." "My dad is 100% a heterosexual." "How do you know?" "Cause he's with my mom." "But whatif he's bisexual? Or pansexual? Or Omisexual-" "Don't go spreading false information about people! Especially people you don't know." "But that's what you to me, it's only fair innit." "Fuck you." "Nice talking to you to."

You arrived at the airport and met up with some of your closer teammates, your phone dinged in your pocket so you picked it up and it came up with an unknown number that said...

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Missing you already :(

You- Luke??

-ye

You- alr

You- miss ya too darling

-its actually so boring here ://

You- damn tf u want me to do 🧍

-idk

SAVED CONTACT AS "Luke🩷"

Luke🩷- Y/N respond to meeeeee

You- i was adding u as a contact chill your tits-

Luke🩷- what is it :D

You- *Sent an Screenshot*

Luke🩷- 🤭

You- im about to board da plane

Luke🩷- noooo dont leave meeee

You- I bought the damn plane wifi on the way here, what makes u think im not gonna do it on the way back :|

Luke🩷- dunno

Luke🩷- im just dumb like dat

You- ur not dumb luke

You- u can suck a cock pretty good 😉

Luke🩷- thats gay

You- no really?

Luke🩷- 🥲

You- please dont cry- im sowry :((

Luke🩷- Y/N wtf

Luke🩷- "sowry"

You- i feel attacked rn

You- alr i actually gott go

Luke🩷- damn talk to u soon babe

Luke🩷- luv ya ❤️

You- love you to darling ❤️

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AGHHFJSHSBAB IM DONE IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR MONTHS JESUS CHRIST 😭😭😭😭

yall want a part 2 (cuz i do lol)

#punz #dream #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp #dsmp #y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt #x reader #x y/n #fluff #male reader #punz x male reader #karl jacobs #sapnap #punz x reader

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