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nerdysleepybunny · 11 months

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If someone doesn’t write a fic where reader is absolutely WORSHIPPING Eret and is just a total simp for her then I’ll do it MYSELF. 😡

LOOK AT THIS QUEEN. THEY DESERVE TO BE WORSHIPPED AND DROWNED IN AFFECTION AKDJANDNANDMSNNDCJ

Eret is so perfect and ethereal I physically and mentally cannot. 😔💗

#eret x reader #dreamsmp eret #dsmp eret x reader #eret is underrated #king eret #dream smp eret #eret #eret x you #dsmp eret #eret myct #queen eret #i want to worship them so bad #i love them so much #made my heart go 💗✨💗✨💗#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x y/n #mcyt #bun rambles

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z107xx · 1 year

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☆Stardust - Eret x Space born reader♛

Eret had always been fascinated with you. She found it oh so very intriguing, how you seemed to have the very cosmos above embedded in your skin. He loved the way you blushed, because it looked like a pink nebula had gathered on your cheeks. On top of that, you floated a few feet off of the ground, and your tail got all puffy at the end. However, they also loved teasing you because of these reactions.

So when you were simply fixing their favourite dish that you had introduced them to, (a bulbous purple plant that looked absolutely disgusting, but once tried, tasted like the best steak ever made, along with some slimy chartreuse tubes, that tasted like a fully prepared salad) the last thing you were expecting was for your royal lover to come up behind you, snake her hands around your body, and under the waistband of your pants, cleverly positioning their lips right by your ear, as he dropped his voice in the way that always made you melt for her.

“Hello, my precious little comet~ What are you doing, if I may ask~?”

As soon as the words were spoken, your grasp on the plates you had been holding was lost, and they clattered to the ground. As this happened, your cheeks flushed and your feet lifted off of the ground. Eret chuckled at your response, her rough, but perfectly manicured hands grabbed onto yours, to prevent you from hitting your head on the low hanging ceiling lights, as had happened in the past. “Comet, are you alright?” She chuckled, rubbing circles into your palm to try and ground you, as your tail wrapped itself around her wrist.

“Shush.”

The abruptness of the statement took the monarch by surprise, but a smile soon crossed their lips. You pulled yourself back down onto the ground, before simply going back to what you were doing before your lover had interrupted.

“Shoo. I’m busy,” you huffed, flicking your hand at them as they laughed.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you later, comet,” the queen chuckled, as he walked away, leaving you with a smile on your face, and a mess to clean up.

#eret #eret fluff #bisexual #dsmp #dsmp eret #royalty #trans writers #mcyt eret #the eret #I promise this won’t turn into angst #eret my beloved #eret x reader #Zion writes #Dsmp x reader #s p a c e #Z107 Writes #Dsmp eret x reader

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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DSMP reaction to being kissed when they ramble

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

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Reader: GN - They/Them

A.N: Did I get this idea from watching Heartstopper again? Yes.

Dream: He just rambles more. Like full on panicking, stuttering and blushing. Man isn't used to someone being overly confident and/or flirty to him cause he's usually the one doing that;

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Georgenotfound: I take everything I said about George back. He'll be flustered at first, but hide it after with his cocky little attitude. The blush is noticeable tho 👀;

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Sapnap: Quickly hide his face, you don't need to see him in this state. Even if you try to, man will have his face burried into your neck until his flaming cheeks cool down;

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Badboyhalo: Bad gets all smiley and happy, and will proceed to pepper your lips w/ happy kisses!;

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Quackity: I feel like he cherishes these moments w/ you more then anything in the world. So he'll just hold onto your face and stare into your eyes just for a bit...letting time fly by as he gazes in the eyes of his lover

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Karl Jacobs: Giggles. Just the happiest, cutest ones and will then begin to kiss your entire face for hours w/ no end

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Wilbur Soot: For some reason I see him being a gentleman in moments like these, so he'll take your hand just so he can leave a soft kiss onto it;

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C!Technoblade: Techno will pull you into a tight hug right after, as a way to keep you close but also to hide his face. You two will stay like that for a while as the voices make fun of his "soft" side;

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Nihachu: your kiss last more then you expected and then you'll both pull apart but keeping your forehead on one another. As a way of calming down your beating hearts and taking in the beautiful moment;

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Eret: They give you a small smile and connect their lips to the top of your head, lingering them longer then they should just to make you feel how much they truely love you and all you do for them;

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Punz: Man doesn't let you pull away, no sir, he'll pull you right back into the kiss and will pull away only when you are both out of breath. Literal breathtaking kiss 🤭;

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FoolishGamers: In moments like these he is usually caught of guard, but instead he just holds onto your face so that your kiss could last a little longer. He's a needy boy when it comes to kissing you;

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Awesamdude: Sam holds onto your face as you two pull away, his lips quickly going for your cheeks and covering both of them in kisses. Mumbles of how much he loves you being thrown in between them.

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thek1ngtalks · 2 years

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Prompt: Touching your soulmate leaves a temporary mark that fades after a few hours.

Dream, Tommy, Niki, Wilbur, Eret, Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy

Dream loves leaving thumb stokes, swirling over your cheekbones and brushing down your arms. His hand leaves neon green stains and sometimes he traces obscenes pictures onto your palms just to make you laugh when you notice a few minutes later.

Tommy leaves pastel red smears. Across your back and neck, where he had pulled you closer with his arm. Handprints against your palms, because he really likes holding your hand. He'll draw hearts on your arms and dicks on your face if you fall asleep near him.

Niki draws flowers on your crown. A gentle watercolor pink. Hand prints on your face from where she cupped it, just to admire at you. Your hands are entirely pink because she loves fiddling with them.

Wilbur's handprints are on your shoulders, because he sometimes just claspes them to lead you around in public. They are a soft and dewy blue, a little bit of sunshine. There are spots of blue peaking through your hair because he also likes setting his chin on your head, patting you, pressing his thumb to your crown in a mock simba moment.

Eret is a bright pink mixed with soft hues of purple. They swirl together around your waist. When his hands trail mindlessly over your arms, they're stained magenta for hours. He drops soft kisses on your nose and leaves a bright pink lip stain on your eyelids.

Quackity presses his arms against yours, leaving dewy yellows and deep blues marks that layers over themselves. There are soft brushes across your forehead and over your ears after he tries to push away every strand of baby hair's blocking your face. There are imprints of his head from when he slept across your lap.

Ranboo leaves red and green fingerprints on the back of your hands and arms. Brushes across your back, a few odd spots on your legs when he pokes you with his feet. He likes leaving two stains under your eyes, like eyebags but distinctly unnatural.

Fundy has handprints on your back and knees, because he likes slapping them just to mess with you. Soft rising sun orange lines tracing over your knuckles, wrapping around your palms. A blob with a tail rest on your collarbone, you think he mightve been trying to draw a fox.

{《☆》}

[I really quickly wrote this during passing periods and I will admit, I am starved for affection. This is definitely a cry for help. Please feed me internet likes to curb this horrible medical condition plaguing me.]

[Anyways I have a whole hunking load of soulmate prompts that I apparently wrote down months ago for 500 followers special that I never ended up doing and is now dying in my main acc's drafts. I might go through a few more for fun like I did this one, with short answer prompts for a handful of cc's. Or maybe I'll write official ones longer than 1k, only God knows (and me ig).

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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When you cup their face

Dream: He is very happy and calm, feeling safe and being able to calm down if he’s feeling anxious. A nice, sweet, tender cupping would make him feel loved and that you are there for him if he needs you.

Sapnap: He’s probably be very surprised because they'd never done anything like that before, I think he’d feel really happy and loved, and probably smile a lot. He’d probably just hold your hand for a while, or put his arms around you, just because it feels good, he might end up blushing a bit too, because it'd be a little embarrassing to have someone do something like that out of nowhere. But he’d definitely enjoy being with someone who was comfortable showing their affection in that way.

George: He would be so confused, He’d would be like woah.. then probably laugh a little because it would be so funny. It really depends on you, he is not too big on physical touch. I think it could be nice for him to have a partner who likes physical touch so he’s happy but surprised.

Wilbur: He would probably have a mixed reaction of confusion and some form of happiness. He would be confused as to why you would do it and what you would do after but at the same time he would probably enjoy the feeling of your hands on his face.might just try it on you too and see how you liked it

Fundy: He would probably blush a lot because he’s very easily embarrassed about it. But he would really appreciate that. It would truly make him feel loved and I’m pretty sure it would put a smile on his face. He would probably try to cup your face too if he was brave enough. It would be the perfect moment to do so.

Karl: He would feel his heart swell with love. He feels like he’s waited forever for someone to be this interested in him. For you to cup his face shows you really know and appreciate the real him. He would think of all of the people who were doubtful, and say to himself, “Haha, I made it! They were wrong!”.

Eret: Feels like it would be an affectionate gesture coming from you. Would most likely blush and not know what to say or do. It would probably make them feel loved and special. It would be a very sweet moment that they would not want to end.

Foolish: He would be flustered as he would not expect you to do this suddenly to him. He would smile and look at you with love, then he would then give you a kiss on the cheek just wanting to show you the same kind of soft love you gave him along with the warm fuzzy feelings.

Niki: She would be so flustered! It would be the cutest thing ever. Like she would immediately blush and smile and her heart would beat really fast. She would also be so happy knowing that you wanted to be so close to her and hold her face. She just wants to be loved and for that to happen would be so cute and amazing to her.

Ranboo: The most realistic answer here is I would say he’s shocked for a moment but he would let you. He would just stare back, then smile a little. After that he would ask "what was that for?" then laugh a little and say "but it was cute" then go in for a hug.

#dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur x reader #fundy x reader #karl jacobs x reader #eret x reader #foolish x reader #niki x reader #ranboo x reader #dsmp #dsmp headcanon #dsmp imagine #dream smp

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

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[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

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birdystars · 1 year

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Dsmp Headcanons: Being Chronically Ill

little headcanons for different dsmp characters and how they help you with your needs being Chronically Ill/A spoonie Characters: Ghostbur, Karl, Quackity, Eret, Sam, Foolish, Ranboo Most can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

A/n: I tried to make it general but of course mainly went off my own experience as a spoonie and I can’t cover anyone in the community as much as I wish I could. Might go in-depth with a Chronically Ill reader with one of the characters some other time if I get the inspo for it.

Ghostbur

-This guy would bring you so much blue

-Offers to let you cuddle friend if you’re having a bad day since he can’t hold you

-You can also have all of his big sweaters if you ask

Karl Jacobs

-All I can say is cuddles cuddles cuddles

-Flare up? cuddles, no spoons? cuddles

-Loves to take you traveling but if he knows you aren’t up for it he will force you to stay home

Quackity

-This man works a lot, but he always makes sure to check in on how you’re doing

-Flare up? I guess he can miss one day of work to take care of you

-If he cant miss work he would make sure you are stocked with anything you can think of, food, pain meds, heating pad etc.

Eret

-Will always check to make sure you drank water and took your meds

-If not he will watch and make sure you take them

-Will pamper you, he is the king after all

-But if you ever say its to much they will back off immediately, he doesn’t want you to think he is treating you any differently.

Awesamdude

-Brings you to the prison when you aren’t feeling well to care for you

-Never wants to leave your side in a flare up even if he has other duties

-Would make you any mobility aids you may need and would do research to make sure he make it perfectly

Foolish

-Probably doesn’t fully understand what you mean by chronically ill

-”What do you mean it doesn’t get better?”

-He means well I promise

-Will try to make you laugh whenever you aren’t feeling the best

Ranboo

-Will carry you anywhere

-Legs hurt? Lightheaded? forgot your mobility aid? He will carry you around as long as you need

-Always try to make sure you’re comfortable in every situation and will constantly check up on you even if you’re having a good day

And none of them would think lesser of you or care about you any less cause of something you can’t control. You are loved and valid!

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp ghostbur #dsmp karl #dsmp eret #dreamsmp #ghostbur #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #the eret #eret x reader #awesamdude #awesamedude x reader #foolish x reader #foolish gamers #ranboo #ranboo x reader

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ravenxd · 10 months

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size kink goes through the roof when you realize how tall dream, eret, and sam are. ✨️💕💞💓💖💝💘💟❤️‍🔥💔💫💥‼️

#dream smp smut #dsmp smut #dream smp x reader smut #dream smp #dream smut #awesamdude smut #the eret smut #eret smut

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prrism · 8 months

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Maybe Eret for the babysitter shenanigans??

Thank you so much for the ask 😁 It sure has been a while since I last posted anything (*cough* almost 3 months now *cough*), but I promise I’m still around and writing, just been taking things extra slow lately

Young Heir

Summary: You just wanted some time for yourself but instead get dragged off to aid the SMP’s king…

Characters: Eret x Reader, feat. Foolish

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You made sure your daily chores were done early today so you could kick back and relax with a new book you’ve been dying to read, and yet just as you’re settled and about to crack open the book the sound of large footsteps shakes the entirety of your house. You hoped nothing would break from such shaking before the it stops and there’s a minute pause before frantic knocking is heard. With a sigh you place the book into your inventory and get up to see who was there. You barely have a chance to say hello before you’re practically snatched from the doorway and dragged away from your house.

“Whoa! I don’t appreciate the kidnapping! What’s with the rush?” You shout unamused, trying to pull away from their iron grip. They halt their movements and you now get the chance to notice the totem body and shark-y head.

“Sorry! Sorry! I just sorta grabbed you in a panic, but I really really need your help with Eret.” Foolish apologizes.

“My help? What for?” You ask as you both start walking at a much less panicked pace. (similar to Bad, I headcanon that Foolish can shift his size at will)

“Well…” Foolish chuckles nervously, “while I was helping Eret, we were discussing about some new expansions for the historical museum, and we sorta got on topic about that strange… ummm… moss? I think? That’s been appearing around the SMP.”

“Oh no… alright say no more, I get it.” You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “But why my help? You know how to take care of children, you have two of them.” You point out.

“Yes, and they’re doing very well,” Foolish smiles proudly. “But no, the reason I need your help is because I can’t find Eret anywhere.”

“YOU LOST THEM!”

“It’s not my fault! I swear! I got distracted when Quackity asked if I was free to return to the casino and…” He trails off feebly. “Please, I really need someone I know for a fact is trustworthy to help.”

“Okay! Look you already dragged me out of the house and we’re basically to the castle so there no harm in helping.” You sigh

“Thank you thank you thank you.” Foolish smiles giddily, you chuckle to yourself at his own childish antics as you continue towards Eret’s castle…

“I’ll start by checking to make sure Eret didn’t somehow get outside in the time I was gone. You could check the throne room, I guess, that’s where I last saw him.”

“Sounds good to me.” With that the two of you split up, you immediately heading for the throne room. Stepping in you take a second to admire the decor, from the fine craftsmanship of the structure itself, to the multicoloured stain glassed windows and of course the throne resting elegantly at the far end of the room. Your gawking comes to a halt when you pick up the sound of shuffling, it was faint but it was there, that’s when you noticed the little head peeking around one of the curtains before darting behind it again. You smirk at the idea popping into your head.

“Now where oh where could Eret be? Maybe he’s by the throne?” You walk over and pretend to look around the throne, you hear a soft giggle. “Nope, not there. Hmmm, maybe she’s on the ceiling?” You have to stop yourself from laughing as you look up. “Darn it, not there either. Where could they be? Oh well, guess I’ll just have to walk away and look somewhere else.” You say this slowly as you walk away from the throne towards the curtains, pausing a moment before pulling them back. “Found you!” A surprised but excited shriek comes from Eret before it quickly turns to laughter.

“Again! Again again!” He claps.

“I don’t know, Foolish had a hard time finding you the first time, that’s why he got me to help.” You sigh, she pouts a little but it doesn’t last long as they start tugging your pants in an attempt to get you to follow him. “Oh? You want me to come with you this time? Hmm… alright, I see no harm in it.” You say this more to yourself then to Eret, nonetheless you follow her to a room full of different clothing.

“Dress!” They bounce on his heels pointing to the array of clothing.

“You wanna play a bit of dress up with me?” You already knew the answer but the eager nod she gives you is that extra confirmation.

You completely lost track of time while modelling the many different outfits in Eret’s closet. From suits to dresses to casual wear, you tried them all chuckling to yourself at how much bigger their own clothing looked on Eret. Now the two of you, dressed to the nines so to speak, were enjoying a lovely little game of tea party, making sure to be “extra proper” by sticking your pinkies out the entire time.

“Shall that be one sugar or two my good friend?” You ask in an exaggerated accent, this earns a small chuckle from Eret as they hold up two fingers. “A splendid choice my good friend.” You’re about to continue your game when the door bursts open, an almost panicked looking Foolish being the culprit. You all stare at each other for what feels like forever. “Right… Foolish, I forgot you were looking for Eret…” You trail off awkwardly before, “you… uhh… you wanna join our tea party?” He looks at you bewildered for a second before calming down.

“…… sure.” Is all he says. You all sit together and continue with your tea party, you and Foolish ending up having a little contest to see who can make the funniest accent.

“My verdict is… you both sound ridiculous.” You pause at the voice, having gotten so wrapped up in your little competition you failed to notice Eret was finally back to normal.

“Eret! Glad you’re yourself again… I guess you’ll be wanting the outfit back.” You say, heading over to change out of the outfit you had been borrowing.

“Actually, you can keep it if you want.” Eret waves off like it’s nothing.

“Really?! But I couldn’t-”

“It’s fine, (y/n), really. I don’t wear that one a lot anyways and it looks good on you. Think of it as a thank you for the help.” Eret encourages.

“Umm, thank you. I promise I’ll take real good care of it.” You pause awkwardly for a second. “Well, I guess I should head home. Good luck with your museum renovations.” You wave to them as you collect the rest of your things and head out.

“Thanks again for the help! And sorry for dragging you out of your home!” Foolish thanks and apologizes, you wave him off as a way to say that it was fine and continue your journey back home.

……… or you would’ve if not for one complication………

I hope you all enjoyed! Let me know who you’d like to see the childish shenanigans of next 😁

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #dsmp eret #eret x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader

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182-ash · 9 months

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eret and reader fight so they cuddle and make up maybe not angst thou cuz I can’t handle that rn maybe please perhaps

Here ya go anon- hope you like :D

"Darling?" Eret asked softly as he tapped on the door "go away" you fought back- a hint of anger still remained but to your boyfriend you just sounded sad. "I'm sorry love, I shouldn't have said that and I know it was wrong- it doesn't make it right but would a hug help?" You pause for a second and then whisper a "please" so quietly he almost missed it. Seconds later, thet were opening the door laying eyes on your curled up form under the covers. He slips in behind you and wraps her arms round your middle. "Do you want to talk about it?". You turned round and Burry yourself in her chest "no. Just hold me- please?" "Of course love". He slowly starts to move his hands up and down your back, rubbing calming circles as your breathing slows, becoming relaxed and rhythmic, until he feels you fall asleep against him.

#dsmp x reader #x reader #eret #eret x reader #dsmp comfort

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itsonlydana · 2 years

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ok , now mcyts drunk confessing to you, dsmp characters edition

DSMP CHARACTERS CONFESSING DRUNK

pairing: c!Foolish x gn!reader / c!Wilbur x gn!reader /c!Eret x gn!reader / c!Schlatt x gn!reader

words: 6k

warnings: alcohol & being drunk, hurt/comfort, fluff

an: this took a while for me to write, whenever i started it i got distracted. You guys don't know how often i was this close to confessing everything to some of my crushes lmao. Don't do that, just because it's maybe romantic here :,)

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🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

FOOLISH:

Foolish and you had met through Quackity in Las Nevadas, an initially awkward first encounter in which you were both late for different reasons and ran into each other entering the hotel

as you quickly found out you both had an affinity for building, a love for architectural masterpieces and a tendency to make every building project a friendly (completely serious, depending on the result and victory your whole personality for the following week) but definitely only friendly competition

besides the competitions, raving about building styles and materials you often entertained yourselves by swimming in the sea, because you both wanted to avoid contact with hotel visitors during a trip to the pool and thus often found yourselves on the beach after a long day/night at work

Foolish's way of showing his affection were not only expensive gifts in the form of a new, faster pickaxe or a chest filled with marble blocks and other materials, all a pain in the butt to get, but also touches

when you first met he was reluctant to do this, unsure of how to place you as a new person in the social construct of Las Nevadas, but as you spent more time together these touches became more frequent

him putting his arm around your shoulders as you sat on the beach watching the sunrise/sunset after swimming, resting his head on yours when you were bent over blueprints, holding your hand as you climbed the scaffolding. Often you feel his hand light as a feather in your back when he's guiding you somewhere or you're walking through a door together (he always lets you lead the way) and it becomes especially frequent when he's completely overtired and overworked

most of the time he drops down on top of you, of course not wanting to bury you completely under his muscles, but then as soon as he is lying on top of you, one arm wrapped around you and his nose buried in the crook of your neck, he falls right asleep.

Sometimes he reaches for your hands for no real reason and he never explains himself either. He intertwines your hands and gets on with whatever he's working on at the time

The ice clinked against the rim of your glass as you twirled the crystal straw around in the cocktail. It wasn't on the menu yet, "a secret just for you," as Foolish had explained to you with a wink after you'd dropped tiredly onto one of the now-empty barstools in Las Nevada's club with a desire for something strong. Foolish, whose wink had glistened just like the deep red drink in front of you, stood behind the bar, a glass of his own in his hand, leaning wearily against the countertop. He had his eyes closed, exhaustion after a long night of filling the thirsty mouths of countless tourists and probably turning down hundreds of chat up lines on his face.

He looked good enough to eat, though, you thought to yourself, and let your eyes slide over his relaxed figure, shamelessly and bold now that he rested his. The tight black pants flattered his well-toned legs, especially thighs very much and also the vest, which he had taken off after the last customer and thrown over the bar, had stretched over his chest. The self-confident Foolish, easily showing off his good looks and fishing for tips, was through the door, in front of you was a picture that only you got to see.

His white shirt which he wore under his vest had slipped at the hem in some places out of its tidily smooth form tucked into his trousers and hung over the shiny gold belt loop, he had rolled up his sleeves carelessly, well as far as the fabric would allow with his strong upper arms, and two of the many small buttons were unbuttoned so that you could see the calming rise and fall of his chest. His long hair, otherwise tied in a braid, was now messily twisted behind his head, presenting his tense jaw and sharp cheekbones in the dim light of the bar.

You tilted your head, propped on your left hand, and took another sip of the cocktail. You knew the warm feeling in your stomach wasn't just from the alcohol, you felt it too often for that when you were sober.

The jukebox in the corner crackled softly as the record was changed and a new one was automatically put on, this time a much slower one. The first notes echoed through the empty bar, filling the comfortable silence between you and Foolish with a tune familiar to both of you, at which Foolish opened his eyes.

Your gaze was still on him when his met his, and for a moment you just looked at each other before Foolish's voice quietly drowned out the melody and the loud thumping in your chest:

"Would you like to dance?"

Normally you would have teased him for such a question or made a joke about your lack of dancing skills, but something was different today. You couldn't put your finger on what it was. Maybe it was the warmth in the rosy red sunrise that bathed Las Nevadas pink and fell through the glass doors into the bar. Maybe it was that something in Foolish's gaze as he walked around the bar and you accepted his outstretched hand with a smile. Or maybe it was the weariness of a long night, doused with many drinks, the taste of which made your lips taste sweet and your stomach do cartwheels.

Foolish led you to the center of the room, into the warm cone of one of the last remaining switched-on spotlights that bathed you both in its golden light. Any eye ogling was forgotten as soon as Foolish put his hands at your sides. Never looking away from his loving gaze you raised your hands and placed them in his neck, at the touch of your hands cooled by the glass and ice you felt the goosebumps on his skin under your fingertips, but your tongue was numb and another teasing comment remained unspoken.

It wasn't really dancing, just a slow swaying back and forth so lost in each other's gaze that you didn't even hear the record stop and none follow.

As your fingers unconsciously began to trace indefinable patterns, circles and gentle movements on the back of Foolish's neck he exhaled a quivering breath that shook his chest. You felt from his tight grip, not tight enough to hurt you, how hard he was straining to stand up straight, his head probably heavy with fatigue, alcohol, and the many thoughts that had just made themselves known at the bar in a furrowed brow and contracted eyebrows.

You repeated the movement in his neck, wandering your fingers higher to the base of his hair where it was slightly twisted for his braid. Without giving it much further thought, you released the clasp that had pinned the black hair far too tightly. As you began to carefully comb through the thick and velvety hair, his arms pulled you closer to him until no sheet of paper would have fit between you.

Foolish's head tipped forward slightly as he let himself fall completely against you. With a tired sigh and a yawn, he leaned his head against yours before sinking forward even further and resting his forehead on your shoulder. His breath hit the free skin on your neck hotly. You felt the words even before they reached your ears, the movement of his lips against your neck almost more distinct than the actual words.

"I love you."

A tremor ran through your body as his arms slipped from your sides and wrapped completely around you, pressing your clearly smaller body against his broad chest as he clarified the meaning of that great confession with every touch.

And you loved him too with all your heart and every thought, but you would tell him that tomorrow. Now you were showing him by holding him.

ERET:

even before Eret was officially crowned king of the SMP by Dream, you had made it your mission to always be at his side

not only because of his good looks, but also because you had often enough talked about a shared vision of freedom, your hearts far away in the distance while lying in front of black and yellow walls and imagining what it would be like to be somewhere else

one night he had taken your hand, pulled you with him on the caravan and pointed to a spot in the darkness, between tall fir trees swaying in the night wind and promised you to run there as soon as the walls were gone

that night you probably felt it for the first time, the leap in your heart and the tingling in your stomach, but these feelings had no place in the revolution and you repressed them - later

life went on, time took what it wanted and fate played with events as if they were a part of a play and not reality, where every action had serious consequences. Eret won something, Eret lost something and you stayed by his side no matter what happened and the tug in your heart became sometimes stronger, sometimes less - later

he declared you his most loyal knight on a lukewarm summer night, a grin on your faces as he struck Ted's wrath on your shoulders and gave you a sword in netherite, which you never took off since then

you were inseparable, finding comfort in each other's presence even when his touches set your skin on fire and the reality of your platonic relationship dipped your head in icy water

sometimes the lines between friendship and work blurred, ending up in unattractive expressions shouted in the heat of the argument, which you regretted afterwards in the lonely silence

to always remind you of your position, not as desired as a lover, but as the most faithful friend and protector, you always carry a photograph, clamped in the breastplate of your armor, on which you kneel before Eret, one hand placed on your heart, the other on his black shoe tips, and on which he, in his voluminous red coat and golden crown, places Ted wrath on your right shoulder

To say you were running through the castle would be an understatement, you were sprinting, your feet barely seemed to touch the ground and only one question was burning in your mind:

"What if I'm not fast enough?"

When one of the maids had stormily knocked, no hammered, on your bedroom door in the early morning, you had immediately been on your feet, the book in which you had lost yourself had been left open on your bed, neatly made for the sleep you didnt get in the night.

That's all she had to say, that's all you needed to hear. You flew like a whirlwind around the last corner where several servants stood with nervous looks in front of the high, closed doors to the throne room and you snapped at them with a slightly sharper, "Don't you have work to do?" that quietly dispersed the crowd chattering. Now alone in front of the door, you raised a hand to the doorknob and slowly pushed it down.

"The king," she had stammered when you had invited her in.

"What about Eret?" you had asked, your heart loud and hammering in your chest

"He is drunk and has thrown everyone out of the throne room. We fear a little for him, he had seemed upset after the ball"

"I have told you to leave," Eret's deep, slightly slurred voice rang out as soon as you opened the door. He didn't sound as angry and threatening as he might have hoped, though; the words trembled, pronounced much more through grief than anger.

You pushed through a narrow crack in the door and shut it quickly behind you, not wanting any of the servants to catch even the slightest glimpse of the almost pathetic sight of their king, for that would make for rumors spreading like wildfire beyond your control to suppress.

Immediately, your concern reached its peak, and you rushed across the room to drop onto the steps in front of him. His red dress flowed like water down his slender form, the same color as that in his cheeks stained by tears and most likely alcohol. On the floor lay an empty bottle of wine, also red.

But it was truly pathetic.

The walls were still adorned with the decorations of the previous night's ball, scarlet curtains and banners, red rose vines scrambling up the walls, milky cloths through which you had danced only a few hours ago hung ghostly in the room, which looked like an abandoned painting without the mask-clad people and the violin music, and in the middle of it all Eret. He was stretched out on the steps in front of his throne, his crown and his blood-red mask lying on the seat, to which he had turned his back. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and though he rested his head on one arm and hid his face slightly in the crook, you saw the telltale wet glisten on his cheeks.

"What's wrong, Eret?" you tried to bring him out of the thoughts he had probably plunged into, as he so often did. He disappeared into this world where he was getting caught up in things and worrying about events that were completely different. It was a place you couldn't follow him to, no matter your promise to be with him always and everywhere. To you, it felt like a breaking of that very promise, a betrayal and simultaneous heartbreak that you couldn't be where he probably needed you most, that you could never be there.

Eret's response to your question was absent except for an aborted sob. You slid closer on the step, placing an arm gently on his shoulder. "Eret? Come on, it's me, you can talk to me, can't you?"

"That's the problem" Ouch... "You're part of my problem" Double ouch "I don't think this problem would exist without you" You were sure your heart couldn't break into smaller splinters and yet Eret proved you wrong in this hope. He opened his eyes, stared at you through his pearly white pupils and stood up with a jerk. The dress rustled with the frantic movement, falling down on him no longer smooth and noble, but crumpled and moistened with alcohol and tears as he staggered trying to find his footing. You had jumped up with him, puzzled and hurt at the sudden cold shoulder, when just hours ago you had been dancing together.

"Eret-," you took a step toward him, he stumbled back two. "Eret cut the bullshit and tell me what's going on now!" you commanded in a shaky voice, you didn't know how to deal with all the emotions that were bubbling up inside you and threatening to sweep you off your feet just thinking about how he had flinched away from you and the warmth in his gaze had been replaced by a cold, impenetrable wall, but something was very wrong with Eret. It had been your promise, your oath to be faithful, where you had given yourself to him completely, with all your heart, and you couldn't ignore that because of your own weakness for him. He needed you, even if his words went through your feelings like sharp knives.

Eret fell backward against his throne and raised a hand waveringly, pointing at the doors with a stone-hard facade. "Go, leave me alone, that's what you're going to do anyway".

"I beg your pardon, what?" You thought you were the one who had been drinking, because what he said definitely made no sense. Confused, you looked at him. "Where did you come up with such nonsense? Why and where would I go, please?"

He laughed out, but not in the deep and full laugh full of joy, he was exasperated. "I know you danced with Sapnap, i saw you two dancing more than you danced with me! You danced with Sapnap and couldn't stop listening to all the great things he said about Kinoko. At least admit you'd rather live there and don't lie to me." Eret took a shaky breath.

You exhaled shakily. Tears threatened to burst from your eyes as you saw the fear in Eret. "I won't leave you," you whispered, because if you spoke louder, you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears and you would both cry, and then you wouldn't be able to help him. Again you took a step toward him, up the steps, until all you had to do was reach out your hand to bridge the remaining distance between you.

Eret looked up, his cheeks wet with fresh tears, and he sobbed out. "I love you, please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone"

The pile of broken pieces reassembled into your heart at the confession you had dreamed of for so long, only to be destroyed again when Eret helplessly reached for your hand, as if you would want to flee from him now that he had laid his feelings openly down to you. But you wouldn't, there was no reality in which you would ever leave Eret, could leave him.

"I love you too," you answered him honestly "I love you and I'm not going anywhere, do you understand that? Nowhere where you are not too. You'll never get rid of me Eret, never again".

It wouldn't be easy to convince him of this confession later, you would have to sit down quietly and talk about all the changes ahead of you, but when Eret pulled you into a desperate kiss that tasted like fruity wine and salty tears, everything was okay, at least for the moment.

WILBUR:

Wilbur was a man of many things, he mastered the power to give uncertain and lost people the feeling of togetherness and family, he could draw the best out of the most hopeless situations and awaken in everyone the desire to want to fight for something

Wilbur was also a man for whom and his words you fell without wanting to ever to be caught, completely and with all your heart

he had picked you up, like everyone else in L'Manburg he had taken you in and given you a purpose

you had supported Wilbur in the election, were hard at work writing notes at every debate, and spent long nights with Will thinking about next steps

after Schlatt banished Wilbur and Tommy from Manburg, you followed them to Pogtopia, packed all your things in a bag and stepped out of your house without once looking back

Wilbur was your constant, your rock without whom you would sink hopelessly in the merciless world, and you became his muse, the cause for which he wanted to fight. Not that you told the other, you showed it in the things you did for each other

there were days when he showered you with affection, told you at every opportunity how proud he was of you and how glad he was to have met you. On those days he reached for your hands, hugged you or blew a kiss on your cheek, after which you always touched the place where just a moment ago his lips had been feather-light, in disbelief.

you never defined what exactly you were, lovers, friends, soul mates, two hearts found in the darkness, giving each other comfort and light for an uncertain period of time, a temporary relationship.

there were nights when Will needed your company, holding you close, and when you were his anchor, his salvation from drowning in fears of the future and the great something that was approaching and lurking in every shadow of the cave that had become your home.

there were moments when you were the only one who could pull Will away from the abyss, moments when he wanted to give up everything or, on the complete contrary, was about to rush out and take the problem out of the world

your "relationship" was a flame, a flaming heat that engulfed everything and to which you surrendered as an escape from reality and a dream of a future for which you both fought

Every evening there is this one moment between sunset and night. A brief moment when the sun has already disappeared behind the horizon, the last pink and purple clouds drift across the sky, and the all-consuming darkness approaches.

A moment when there is no time, just Wilbur and you.

It was quiet in Pogtopia, Techno and Tommy had retired to their beds, with the flicker of a lantern still lighting the cave walls from the corner of Techno's small area, casting your and Will's shadows against the gray stones.

The shadows fascinated Will, and for several minutes he had been raising your interlocked hands and twisting them in all directions, spreading his fingers and laughing in excitement when he recognized an animal in the shadows. He was drunk, the empty bottle of wiskey lying beside him on the crossbar, and his breath with each laugh smelled of firewood, pines, and cigarettes. He was drunk, again, and had been pacing back and forth madly in an office knocked into one of the walls, tussling his hair over mysterious plans. Plans he didn't even share with you. He was drunk, and yet you had followed him up your beam, a sturdy piece of wood that reached across the ravine. It was placed directly under the only gap to the outside, you couldn't see much as bushes and foliage obstructed your view of the sky, but the last golden rays of the setting sun still made their way through the dark greenery and gently brushed your face.

You turned your head to look at Will. His eyes were still focused on the shadows, pupils large and lips slightly parted he looked at the wall until he felt your gaze and turned as well. His brown stubborn hair hung in his face and as you reached out a hand to brush it away, you felt the dust and grit in what used to be hazel brown hair. They had turned gray, lacking the shine and shimmer, just as the spark in Will's eyes was missing.

No, it wasn't missing, it was different.

Once it had been revolution, a stirring power had been in his eyes, sweeping you off your feet like a tidal wave and at the same time holding you carefully when you lost your footing. Today you saw little of that, of the slightly youthful recklessness, the fun, the will to make something happen even when it seems almost impossible. Now there was rage in his gaze, rage that would strike mercilessly over you and everyone in its path, drowning you beneath its waves if you couldn't swim.

"You look sad," Will said after a while.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Do I?"

He nodded, his dark eyes roaming over your face and lingering on your pressed-together lips. "You often look sad," his gaze continued to linger on your lips and he ran his tongue over his own "Is there anything I can do to make you happier?" he asked. He was already turning his upper body closer to you, the beam creaking under the slight movement.

Again you shrugged your shoulders. You ran your fingers over the back of his hand, over his bandaged knuckles and rough skin. "You could tell me what you and Tubbo are plotting for the festival".

The words echoed off the walls of Pogtopia, smothering any sound, and though they were inescapable between you, Will didn't answer, but put his lips to yours. You kissed him back, with the desperation of someone drowning, clinging to anything remaining familiar, because in all the chaos of Pogtopia, the change in the man who leaned over you and put his hand behind your head, the feel of Will's lips was still the same. He kissed you so he wouldn't have to answer, and yet every movement of his lips spoke for what was unsaid.

"I love you," Will murmured into the kisses, the words as raw as his lips and tasting more bitter than the alcohol on his tongue.

"I love you," he repeated those three words and you sensed he meant them, sensed the emotion in his drunken kisses. It's the truth.

"I love you," he said louder as he pressed his forehead against yours and your interlocked hands lay between your bodies.

For a moment, time stands still. The last rays of the sun move across the gap in the cave, illuminating your sanctuary in pink and gold, and you see a spark in Will's gaze, befuddled by whiskey and a dream of a future close enough to touch.

"I love you," Will whispers, and you see tears glisten in his eyes. It sounds like a promise.

The moment passes, darkness takes over the sky and the flicker of Techno's lamp goes out, taking the shadows with it and the last bit of light. Night falls, crushing and harsh and lonely.

The moment becomes the past, and though the sun will rise again tomorrow and set again tomorrow, you know it will never be the same.

"I love you," Will speaks into the silence. An apology for what will come with the sunrise.

You swallow hard, trying to remember the feel of his lips on yours, chasing their trail, and it grows heavier, receding further and further into the distance, like a dream that had slipped from your fingers. "I love you too"

SCHLATT:

the first time you met Schlatt, he had watched one of Will's speeches from a distance, a power in a black suit and a stern expression on his face that had twisted into a grin at your dry "What a load of bullshit"

you didn't make it easy for him, you stayed out of his way when he clearly tried to approach you during walks through Manburg and Schlatt loved a challenge

he invested a lot of time getting to know you, inviting you on dates that sometimes you didn't show up for because you didn't feel like it and other times you knocked on his office door at night, deprived of sleep and bored. You knew he was staying longer in the White House than anyone else, so you enjoyed the time alone, playing a game of chess or poker

you finally let him into your heart, accompanied him to political events, dragged him to museums or on long walks through nature, on which you - far away from the eyes of the world and hungry paparazzi - let yourselves fall into the high grass and just watch the rustling of the leaves above you, your hands intertwined

it was on one of these walks that Schlatt kissed you for the first time. You were lying side by side in the grass, Schlatt propped up on his arm and stroking your cheek with one hand before he leaned down and breathed a soft kiss on your lips. You had put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to you, deepening the kiss

After the kiss everything was different, changed for the better. Schlatt took your hand in public whenever he felt like it, ran away with you from journalists and you spent many nights in his office cuddled up on the couch

he gave you many expensive gifts, jewelry, clothes, armor, swords, everything you looked at or thought about was at your home a few days later, wrapped in white paper with a red bow around it

despite this intimate relationship, you did not know exactly what your status was, or what Schlatt hoped to gain from it. He was an important man who gave daily speeches to the press or the citizens, spoke of Manburg's plans for the future and made promises, but he had never once said a single word about his feelings, about your plans for the future

it was what you had been afraid of when you fell in love with him and let him get close, you hoped it would not be your downfall

Laughing, you slapped Schlatt against his chest with your free hand as he once again took your words and twisted them. "Of course not," you replied, and Schlatt's feigned horror turned into a self-satisfied grin, "I doubted your execution skills," you added cheekily, which resulted in a pecking index finger to your side, which made you squeak away and press closer to Schlatt. The man pressed a kiss into your hair before his previously attacking hand intertwined with yours again. "No, it's really quite fabulous," you handed him an olive branch of peace to avoid being pulled into yet another tickle attack and let your gaze wander over the colorful Manburg Festival.

"I must say, you've outdone yourself"

"Oh, so you doubted me and my fantastic planning skills?"

The meadow in front of the big podium had been transformed into every fair lover's dream overnight. Colorful booths had sprung up like flowers, offering everything from sweets to savory treats, souvenirs and games, decorated with colorful flags fluttering in the light breeze and self-painted signs. You recognized many of the games, duck fishing, can throwing, dunk the man and even some unfamiliar ones were there that almost piqued your interest even more.

Schlatt watched your wide eyes shining with anticipation for a while, giving you time to take it all in while his gaze was on you, warm and full of emotions that would answer some questions if you would just turn your head slightly and look at him.

But that's exactly what you didn't do, you consistently looked at everything but him for the simple reason that you were afraid to tell him the truth about your feelings to his face. Instead, you pulled him in the direction of a booth, Schlatt smiling behind you.

As it turned out, Schlatt wasn't the best at sack races, not even close. While he tried to somehow hold on to the edge of the sack he was up to his hips in, one kid after another jumped past him across the fenced-in meadow. Again and again he looked desperately at you, but you continued to motivate him with loud clapping, which many of the other bystanders joined in when they realized that it was the president who was stumbling across the meadow. Your heart leapt more than Schlatt, the sight of him in the midst of this happy scene spurred fantasies in your head to a future filled with such events and family-friendly games.

The rest of the day was similar... warm, just with a few more drinks and shots that Schlatt wanted to drink everything nicer with, because "if I hear one more kid screaming I'm going to blow this all off," but despite his slightly grumpy demeanor when there were a bunch of toddlers screaming on the mini Ferris wheel behind you, you saw his smile at other moments. It was once again his "I think it's stupid that I enjoy this" reaction to experiences in which he would rather slip into his Mr. Politician role because it was easier, instead of opening up to something new. At the very beginning of what was between you, whatever it was, you had often noticed it, the mask behind which Schlatt hid his insecurity, but slowly it disappeared and you kept getting to know new sides of him. For example, the lack of talent for sack race

You moved from one stand to the next, hand in hand, arm in arm. Time flew by and as you headed for one of the last remaining tents, the sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon and only a few pink clouds drifted across the darkened night sky. Your cheeks were warm from all the laughing and shots you'd had with Schlatt throughout the day, and you felt like you were floating up there with the clouds. Your lips were sticky from the cotton candy the two of you had just shared behind one of the tents, you snuggled into his side while he complained about how sweet the cotton candy tasted and could hardly get enough of your sweet lips afterwards.

At your laughter, he turned, his cheeks pink and golden and his gaze admonishing and playful and full of warmth. He reached for the next ball, which just barely brushed the top can of the largest pyramid, and it fell backwards onto the floor of the tent with a lonely "klank." At Schlatt's exasperated expression, you suppressed another laugh, but ended up snorting, deceived as a cough, which earned you another "Hey!" from Schlatt.

You leaned your hip against the booth's wooden counter, your gaze much more focused on Schlatt than on the pyramids of cans and bottles set up as targets in the tent. As much as you wanted to focus on how he was living up to his promise of knocking over all the cans in one throw -well, doing his best- your heart was running in completely different directions.

The many strings of lights dangling and spun across the square bathed Schlatt in a warm, golden light, and he never looked better. His curls were tousled, a crown of daisies lay between his horns and in the brown hair, and Schlatt had never once made an effort to remove them, not even when you had encountered Quackity. He leaned slightly over the counter, one ball in his hand and the other he used to imagine a wobbly throwing line, which in planning might have worked somehow, in implementation, however, the ball landed neither in the cans, nor in the bottles but fell from his hand backwards into the grass.

"Feel free to buy more throws if you want to win one of the bigger stuffed animals," the young man behind the counter interjected, a money-making charming grin on his lips.

Schlatt grumbled as he took the last of his three balls from the basket and examined it.

You took a step closer to him, gently placing a hand on his upper arm. "You don't have anything to prove, you know that, right?" you spoke softly that the vendor couldn't hear any of it over the din of the still-full festival. "The evening was great enough, I don't expect a cuddly toy, really".

"Bullshit," Schlatt clicked his tongue and stood up straight. You could see the alcohol on him, but also the pure determination now more than ever to win you something. He turned slightly so he could better aim his throwing arm at the cans, then turned to you with a big grin. "I love you, and I'm going to get you that stuffed animal, cost it all the world! Hell, I'll buy out the booth otherwise!"

The muffled tinkling and clattering of falling cans following these world stopping words only reached you dully, in your ears echoed "I love you! he loves me. i love you! he loves me. i love you! he loves me." In one beat with the beating of your heart. You didn't know how you could take the next breath when Schlatt had just completely turned the world upside down. Nothing you could say or do seemed even remotely important enough to equal what Schlatt had just thrown at you.

It wasn't until Schlatt spoke your name several times, each time with a little more concern in his voice, that your eyes found his. Everything was still stopped around you, you heard nothing but your own blood in your ears.

"You love me?" you asked quietly in disbelief, unsure if it had really happened or was a game of your drunken brain.

Schlatt paused in his movement, looking at you with wide eyes and his arms wrapped around a big teddy bear.

"Haven't I told you yet? Don't tell me I've never told you I love you".

Silently you shook your head, but slowly the words got through to you and a smile played around your lips. "I love you," you grinned now, wide and with butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, "I love you too."

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Hi my sleepies! I’ve been dead for a bit so I’ve decided to feed you all a lil crumb. I thought of this whilst in the shower! This’ll be my first time writing for Eret, our beautiful underrated queen. They need some more love, so I’m here to deliver. Enjoy sleepyheads!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: DreamSMP

Character(s): Eret (romantic)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

TW: N/A

Style: Short paragraphs

Summary: You’re helping Eret tidy around the castle, and subconsciously sing a little song. The queen is surprised by the lyrics. <3

“Thanks for helping me, Y/N.” Eret said as he walked up to you. You were dusting the windows, Eret helping get the spots you couldn’t reach. Your lover told you he was planning to clean up the place a little, and you knew it’d be a lot of work due to how big the place was, so you decided to surprise her by helping out! You showed up with some cleaning supplies, knowing you were welcome into the castle anytime, and the king of the SMP was more than grateful.

“Mhm!” You responded, too focused on cleaning. Eret took your duster from you, saying he could take over and suggested you organize chests instead. Your arms were getting tired from constantly having to extend then to reach the higher spots, so you gladly accepted your new task.

The silence was always comfortable with Eret. The two of you could sit and say nothing for hours without it becoming awkward. Just laying and relaxing in their embrace was more than comfortable, and you knew they felt the same. Though at this moment, you wanted something to fill the silence, and since you didn’t have a jukebox on you, you’d have to settle for the next best thing. Singing.

“I heard there was a special place, where men could go and emancipate, the brutality and the tyranny of their rulers…” The king froze. She’d heard this song many times before. They had to admit, it was a beautiful melody. She just didn’t enjoy the newer version of the song, specifically the part where her name was included. He hadn’t heard this song in ages. But he didn’t want to interrupt you, so she instead continued to clean and braced for what was coming up.

“Well this place is real, you needn’t fret! With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Eret! It’s a very big and not blown up L’manberg!” This time, Eret turned and looked at you. Had he heard that correctly? She watched as you were crouched down, throwing some things onto the floor into multiple piles, before putting those piles into their own chests. You felt eyes on you, and had to hide your smile. You didn’t know why this one was the first song that came to mind, but you decided to sing it anyway. Although you decided to switch up the lyrics to see how your royal partner would react.

“My L’Manberg, my L’manberg, my L’manberg, my L’manberg…” You finished, finally finishing up with your chore. You heard the sound of Eret’s boots hitting the wooden floors approaching you, before feeling arms wrap around your waist and your queen nuzzling her face into your neck. You smiled and moved your hand up to play with some of his hair.

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for including me, darling.” You felt him press a kiss to your neck, trailing up to your cheek. You giggled and shifted to place a peck on his lips.

“Anything for you, my queen.” You replied, wrapping your arms around their neck and pulling them close to you. Maybe the cleaning could wait for another day. <33

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

It always makes me sad when I hear the newer version of the L'manburg anthem were they say "fuck Eret" sooo I wanted to give our monarch some love! :D

Honestly, I’m not too sure how I feel about the DreamSMP ending. I’m kind of glad it ended, and I see why they did it, as it wouldn’t have been the same without Techno. But at the same time, I’m gonna miss everything. But like Tubbo said, everything must come to an end eventually. I’ll continue to write for the fandom, so feel free to go all out with DSMP asks once requests are opened again. I want to help keep this fandom alive. Just remember that things will get better, and you can take as much time as you need to heal. The news hit us all hard, you’re allowed to mourn in any way you see fit for as long as you want to. Take care of yourself, for him, for them, and for me. I love you all. Take care. 💗

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wimbledonsoot · 2 years

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- coming out -

how the cc!dsmp and dsmp adjacent creators would react to you coming out to the public *these are all platonic

jschlatt

he would be so supportive istg

like you wouldn't expect it but in schlatt style he'd just be yelling at anyone who doesn't support you

twitter has a field day

because ofc some random anti has to come and get mad at you and schlatt's just there being like:

its amazing

fantastic really

entirely schlatt style

wilbur soot

hahaha

talk about funny

makes the gay jokes

makes the 'that's homophobic jokes'

older brother vibes

gets merch

the stream after you come out he's suddenly standing up and you and the 30,000 other people watching are just gawking as he pulls out a 3 meter large pride flag from some crevice in his office

"hey i like girls too" (or smth along those lines)

philza minecraft

he's such a dad it's so pure

if you're coming out as trans he'll immediately ask you your pronouns

so respectful

will write a rant on twitter if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way

enlists the help of wilbur and tommy

the latter will cuss anyone out

CROWFATHER

makes dad jokes

is wholesome

typical dadza

tommyinnit

mans will get cancelled because he'll make a 'i like lesbians' comment or something

it will be dumb

but meant nicely

twitter will - once again - have a field day and just enact "im better than everyone else let us cancel this child"

but he will also - as previously mentioned - write a long post on twitter if anyone hates on you

twitter shall fear you

also gets a pride flag

actually, he steals wilburs

its hilarious

hashtag wholesome sbi

very nice and good

technoblade

pretty indifferent

like he's not going to act differently or anything

he's just going to be typical technoblade

disclaimer: sarcastic comments about clout will be made in the future

it will be funny however

something along the lines of: "what's your most liked post on twitter? oh, right, your coming out post."

think of the 'roast of tom simons' vlog w. freddie

very funny

but if anyone hates on you-

blood for the blood god, is all im saying

chat will get maaaddd and so will techno

eret

ah yes

she will be with you every step of the way

holding your hand

smiling

kicking people's asses

you guys are known as queer duo

gay besties

matching strawberry dresses?!?!?!?!?!?!

or matching strawberry suits?!?!?!?!

they will be super supportive

sibling energy

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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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rapid-looser · 2 years

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How different dsmp members get your attention:

a/n: This may be bad since it's my first ever fanfic, but remember to get yourself a glass of water, eat (if you want to, if not than that's fine!) and make yourself comfortable!

Request?: Yes/no

DreamWasTaken:

•He will poke you non-stop

•If you get annoyed at him, he'll say something along the lines of "Darling, I just want to spend time with you"

•However if you ignore him, he'll do something to annoy you like tapping a pencil non-stop or tap his foot on the floor constantly

•Will eventually just take whatever your focused on and put it somewhere else

•Or will flatly say "Do you mind giving me your on so precious attention for a minute?"

•He doesn't mean it in a rude way, it's more of a teasing way

•When you do pay attention to him he'll kiss your forehead

•As well as saying something like "So do you wanna get something to eat now that I have your attention?"

GeorgeNotFound:

•He was 100 percent spinning in his chair trying to tell you something about mcc

•When he stopped spinning he noticed you not listening

•Gets very sarcastic

•He'll say something like "Well something's obviously more worthy of having your attention than me"

•If it's an animal that has your attention, he will take the animal for himself

•Like he'd grab the animal, take it back to his chair and start petting it

•If it's your phone/pc on the other hand he'll just reach over you and turn it off

•Excluding if it's something important, then he'll just wait until your finished

•Will mock you if you tell him off/lecture him

Sapnap:

•He'll be telling you some interesting facts he saw off tiktok

•Either that or he'll be trying to teach you val (if you don't know how to play already)

•He will probably lightly tickle your sides

•He'll make sure you don't fall/drop your phone though

•Won't stop until he has your full attention

•Then he'll be constantly checking if he still has your attention

•If not, he'll do the same things over again

Punz:

•First up he wouldn't care if he doesn't have your attention

•However he'll get louder the longer he doesn't have your attention

•He'll probably be laying in bed until he gives up and gets up

•He'll walk over to where you are,.and just grab your shoulders, spinning you around to face him

•He'll definitely say "You realise I'm right here?"

•If that didn't work, he'll mess up your hair

•Or even joke that he's going to divorce you (assuming you both aren't married)

•Once he has your attention, he'll ask you to join him in mc or val

•Overall, he just wants to spend time with his partner

Eret:

•He'd try to do things to get you to notice him

•Like he'll ask you random questions

•Or maybe brush your hair (no matter what type of hair you have, short or long)

•If that doesn't work, he'll simply take you away from whatever is keeping your attention from them, and probably do something different with you

•Like colouring, painting your nails (if you want him to) or ask you to paint his nails

•Or ask you to help him sort out his chests in mc

•In the end he'll do anything to keep your attention away from the thing that was distracting you

Nikki:

•She'll get quieter

•Lets just say you were giving your attention to zuko

•She'll sit near where you are and pet him with you

•Or if your on your phone, she'll gently grab it, And hold your hands

•She'll say "Love, can we please do something together?"

•She'll let you choose what to do

•Or if your tired, she'll just lay you down with her

•She'll eventually make you fall asleep either in her arms or her in your arms

C!technoblade:

•He was probably ranting about Greek mythology, potatoes or how Sam (c!) deserves to be de*d not ranboo

•He probably won't notice your not paying attention until one of the voices points it out

•He'll go silent the moment he realises your not paying attention

•He could grunt in annoyance or he'll say "Am I boring to you?"

•It may come out as rude (because we know c!technoblade has a very monotone voice)

•But he was genuinely curious if he bored you

•That'll probably get your attention back

•If not he'll scoff every once in a while

•Or he'll say "You wanna know the story behind ______?" (a Greek deity name)

•He could also say your full name to get your attention

•The voices will constantly reminding him to make sure your paying attention

#dsmp x reader #dsmp fic #technoblade x reader #niki niachu #dream x reader #george x reader #sapnap x reader #eret x reader #punz x reader #sapnap #dreamwastaken #techno x reader

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

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What they do when your sick

Dream: He takes care of you when you are sick, he does all he can to help you feel better and be as comfortable as possible. He usually makes you soup or tea, brings you blankets and water, and gives you lots of rest and encouragement.

Sapnap: If you are sick, he would bring you tea at 3 am in the morning, care for you when you're feeling under the weather, offer to make you a hot water bottle, sit with you and watch your favorite movie, and be your personal caregiver in sickness. He would do anything to make you feel better because he loves you and he wants to be there for you in your lowest moments.

George: He takes care of you. He brings you soup and crackers, and he makes sure you're comfy in bed. He'll bring you tissues and medicine and make sure you know you're loved. He'll sit by your side and make sure you never feel alone. He'll make sure you have fresh water and feel safe and comfortable.

Wilbur: When you are sick, he takes care of you with the utmost love and care. He always makes sure you're comfortable and have anything you need, and if you need space or quiet he makes sure to give it to you. He tries to cook your favorite foods, help you rest, and just do whatever he can to make you feel better. He also makes sure to be there for you emotionally and give you love and support. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he'll do anything to make that happen.

Fundy: He makes sure you are comfortable and feel taken care of. He'll check your temperature and give you medicine, as well as any other care you need. He wants his partner to be happy and well taken care of, and he'll do anything in his power to make sure they are.

Karl: He thinks it's important to be more patient and supportive with you when you're sick. He would do everything he could to help you rest and feel comfortable. He would prepare meals and beverages for you, watch movies, or read books to you so you could relax, and help with any household tasks you are unable to do. He thinks when you love someone, you want to help them however you can and let them know that you'll be there for them through whatever they're going through.

Eret: When you become ill, he steps in as the primary caregiver. he prepares meals, administers medication, provides emotional support, keeps things clean and orderly, and generally acts as a caregiver and personal assistant. Eret makes sure you receive the care you need and that you feel loved and supported.

Foolish: When you are sick, he likes to spoil you with all sorts of comforting activities. He'll bring you hot tea, watch a movie together, and give you a massage. He really just wants you to feel cared for and loved. He's willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable and taken care of.

Niki: When her partner is sick, she is your go-to person for support. She makes sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. She is there to listen when you need it or simply be present in silence. She is your person in every part of your healing journey, always by your side and ready to comfort you at any moment.

Ranboo: Once he finds out that you are sick, he feels it is his responsibility to make sure you stay hydrated and warm. He'll bring you soup and blankets, and he makes sure to ask if you need any medications. He is there to be your comfort during an uncomfortable time. He will be there to listen to anything you need to vent about, and he will do his best to provide you with whatever you need to feel better.

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