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showf4lls · 4 months

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ʚ ― confessions ; foolish gamers

info! fluff, fic / gender neutral reader

cw! homophobic chicken

request! how foolish would react to his crush spontaneously confessing to him

dedication! @goldenstarofthunderclan (so sorry for taking so long!)

notes! forgive me homie, i just thought that this would be so much cuter as a minific. if you'd prefer headcanons, i can throw some out there! i just think this lil scenario is super cute :> also sorry for the homophobic chicken mention in here, i couldn't come up with anything better that they have in NC. also this definitely turned into a full fledged fic so sorry about that lmao. enjoy :]

you hummed, curled up cozy on the couch while foolish did something in the kitchen. you weren't exactly sure what it was, just that he was making a lot of noise. another sigh, dramatic and loud, as you readjusted on the couch. annoyed at his absence, you shifted again, folding your hands and laying your head over them.

it seemed like it would be a while until he came back. you frowned at the thought, pulling the hood of the too-big sweater over your head. it was foolish's; he had given it to you to wear since you kept complaining that it was too cold. you tried to keep from thinking about it too hard.

finally, you had decided that you'd had enough and sat up abruptly. "foolish, what are you doing in there?" you called, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "aren't we supposed to be hanging out? you've been in there for like 20 minutes."

foolish peeked his head out of the kitchen, frowning. "i know, but i'm hungryyyy," he whined.

"do you not have any food? i swear you went grocery shopping just the other day."

"i do! but nothing snackable. nothing... worth it," he replied.

you stared at him another moment before huffing and letting yourself fall back onto the couch. "foolish!"

he was quiet for a beat. then, "i have an idea."

you didn't sit back up again, just turned your head to face him. "what?"

he leaned onto the doorframe, almost hugging it, still half-peeking out. "do you want to go get food?"

you perked up at that. "ooh! yes, i'd love to! what are we thinking?" you asked eagerly, leaning on the back of the couch, knelt on the cushions.

you both thought for a moment. then he looked up at you, scrunching his nose. "i hate to say it, but is chick-fil-a the vibe?"

"i mean, waffle fries and chick-fil-a sauce do sound really good right now..."

foolish sighed dramatically, throwing his head back in faux exasperation. "fine. get some shoes on and then we'll leave," he said, feigning annoyance even though it was his idea.

you shook your head and smiled as you stood from the couch, searching for your shoes. in just a minute he was hastily pulling a hoodie over his head and ushering you towards his car as though you guys were late to something. it wasn't that far of a drive, but the two of you still sang along to shitty radio music.

soon enough you were parked in the drive thru, humming along to the music as you both looked over the menu.

"hi there! i'll be with you in just a minute," a voice chirped from the drive thru speaker.

"no problem!" foolish responded, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he scanned over the menu.

you didn't think too hard about what you wanted, having already decided before you guys left the house. you mostly looked at the menu in case something else sounded more appealing, but you found yourself distracted by the designated driver and his carefree humming. the way he tilted his head in time with the music. the way his hair hung around his ears in the awkward phases of growing it out. and he was still wearing the bracelet you'd made him for his birthday. for some reason the thought made you blush.

then suddenly a voice was coming over the speaker again and you'd been ripped back into reality. you blinked and foolish was finishing his order, turning and waiting expectantly for your order. "what do you want for dinner? do you wanna order for yourself or do you want me to say it?"

you felt more blood rush to your cheeks at the suggestion, hurriedly shaking your head. "no, no, i'm fine. i can do it," you assured him, almost leaning over him to make sure that the microphone would pick you up. "hi there! could i please get a chicken sandwich combo with two packs of chick-fil-a sauce and an oreo shake?"

a beat of silence. you waited anxiously for the speaker's reply. "would you like whipped cream on that milkshake?"

your gaze flickered nervously to foolish, who almost seemed to be leaning towards you instead of away. "yeah, that's fine," you answered stiffly.

"alright, we'll give you the total at the second window."

"thank you so much," you called impulsively out the window before moving back to your own seat.

foolish watched you from his peripheral, giggling as he pulled the car forward. "you okay?"

you huffed, rubbing at your nose, an anxious tic. "yes. why?"

"you're just actin' a little goofy is all," he teased, still drumming his fingers across the steering wheel.

you rolled your eyes, cracking a grin. "i am not."

he put one hand up in mock surrender, the other staying on the wheel. "if you say so!" he said before mumbling a playful, "just a little bit, though."

you laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder as you guys inched through the line. more singing and then you found yourselves at the final window of the drive thru. the window clerk announced your total and you promptly began digging through your wallet for your card. "can we split the bill possibly?" you asked without looking up.

"no, no. i've got this one," foolish said nonchalantly, handing his card to the clerk with a polite "thank you."

you looked up from your wallet, nose scrunched. "huh?"

foolish looked back to you easily, both hands on the wheel now. "i'm paying for dinner."

"what? no, we always split it-"

"no, listen. i'm the one that was hungry. i'm the one that asked you to hang out. i insist on paying, it's only fair. just let me treat you," he said, and it was so casual that it had you blinking and wondering if you were the one being weird here.

it wasn't super weird for one of you to pay for the whole dinner. if you guys didn't split the bill, one of you would cover it and the other would get them back the next time you guys went out. pretty standard friend stuff. but it was also something that you guys normally talked about beforehand. he'd never sprung something like this on you before. what the hell was happening? why did he suddenly care so much about treating you to some chick-fil-a for dinner?

you blinked dumbly at him. "are you sure?" was the only response you could muster from the disoriented depths of your mind.

he laughed lightly and then nodded, drumming a quick beat on the wheel. "positive. don't worry about it."

you didn't have too much time to think about it before the cashier was back at the window, handing over foolish's debit card and your food and drinks. you scrambled to put the drinks into the cup holders and pull the bags onto your lap; it was the least you could do considering that he paid for everything.

foolish played along with everything as though it was just another evening. and maybe it was. he danced along to the tune of the radio as he drove, singing softly as he navigated the roads back to his house, but you found yourself stuck in your head. did that mean something or were you reading too much into things? was this supposed to mean something? were you missing a cue somewhere? were your feelings for him not as secret as you had initially thought? hope to god he wasn't just pushing your buttons or humoring you.

you turned to face him, eyes squinted as you did your best to analyze his body language. "foolish," you said, tone even.

"yes?" he asked, only taking his eyes off the road to look at you for a second.

"i like you."

and there it was. unplanned, sudden, all out in the open. just a second of silence, the both of you still.

"are you sure?" he asked, gaze moving back and forth between you and the road.

"oh jeez." your palm met your forehead and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"no, wait! that came out wrong!" he rushed, trying his best to articulate his thoughts well while also focusing on the road. okay, maybe this wasn't exactly the best time to be springing this on him. oh well. "what i meant was," he started again, exhaling a loud puff of air. "oh, thank god. i've liked you for like. so long. i thought i like missed my window or something."

you blinked owlishly at him, eyes round and wide as saucers. "what?!"

"what do you mean 'what'?!" he yelled, gesturing vaguely at you. "you're so. ugh!" he paused for a fraction of a second. "in a good way. in a good way, i promise."

"well, you are too!" you yelled back, the paper back of food crinkling in your hands. you smiled, nose scrunched up. "oh god, this is so weird. pull the car over, we need to talk about this."

"no, no! we're almost home, we can just talk when we get there."

"seriously? i wanna know all about this whole 'you liking me forever' thing," you teased, reaching into the bag and blindly stealing a waffle fry.

he inhaled a dramatic hiss, feigning a grimace. "i really shouldn't have said that part, huh?"

you grinned, biting your french fry. "not if you didn't want me to hold it over your head forever."

it was silent for a moment, nothing but the radio and the sound of the car driving down a sleepy road. both of you grinned, looking straight out the windshield.

then foolish turned to you, nearly beaming. "so you really like me?"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "course i do, idiot." you playfully shoved his shoulder. "now look back at the road before you crash the car."

#✩; yours truly #foolish x reader #foolish gamers x reader #dsmp x reader #qsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #foolish x male reader #foolish gamers x male reader #mcyt x male reader #dsmp x male reader #qsmp x male reader

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.

my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart

anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that

completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho

-ˋˏ✄— Bubbling Memories

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Ethoslab x Male! DSMP! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

"You're more home to me than any house is."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of character death

—Implications of self-harm & attempt su*c*de

—Blood

—Derealization(?)

Every second spent in that lawless server—ironic, considering it had been laws that started wars—was spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.

Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portal—it vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pink—shrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.

He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new server—his new server—as the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.

He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisuma—the man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?—coaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothers—though one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy would—!

His hands stopped swinging the bell.

Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.

He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.

Voices rang in his ear—was it his?—as he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.

His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.

No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.

He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friends—friends? He had friends now?—as his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himself—a man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.

He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.

A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellow—now red stained sleeves—sweater.

It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for something—just something—in Y/n's unfocused stare.

"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

"I—Etho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "What—?"

Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."

Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.

Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.

Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."

Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.

He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.

"Let's get you home, shall we?"

"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."

Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.

"My place, then."

"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.

"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Etho."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.

Right now, he was just content to be with Etho.

—PATCHWRK !

#hermitcraft x reader #ethoslab x reader #etho x reader #ethoslab x male reader #hermitcraft x male reader #dsmp reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x male reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp x male reader

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poisonous-lemonade · 8 months

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HII HOW ARE YOU DOING??

Anyways I will be sending you a lot of quackity prompts because I’m a huge simp (hope you don’t mind)

But anyways

Quackity x male reader but he has a FAT CRUSH on reader but reader is completely oblivious and quackitys friends tease him but reader is STILL OBLIVIOUS ASF

Anyways I understand if u don’t wanna do it dw

A/N: Woah there Bee, take a breath, these will take a while, but they will be done

Quackity Quandary: How to Get Noticed by an Oblivious Crush

"Quackity, Jesus, man, is he that bad?" Badboyhalo asked as he sat across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand.

See, Quackity had this problem, well, his crush had this problem at just completely being oblivious to his advances, every advance shut down because he couldn't pick up on them.

"Yes, Bad, it is that bad!" Quackity groan, his face in his hands.

"He can't be that oblivious, I'm sure he has to pick up on it soon," Bad thought, giving Quackity a reassuring smile as he sipped his drink. "Besides, you're meeting up with him, right? For a date?" Quackity groaned at the reminder.

"Yeah, Bad, that's the problem, Y/n, he-"

"Y/N thinks that Quackity just wants to hang out with him and doesn't see it as a date." Skeppy laughed from next to Bad, causing Quackity to roll his eyes with a loud groan.

"Oh! Well, I, I guess that's not good, but I'm sure it'll turn out fine!" Bad stumbled over his words with a small nervous smile.

"Yeah, but Quackity is too pussy to do anything about it," Sapnap said, walking in from the kitchen.

"Hey! Language-"

"Besides, Y/N thinks that you're just teasing him, you know, playfully flirting with him." Sapnap pointed down, sitting down next to Quackity, ignoring Bad's light scolding.

"But how can I get that to stop!?"

"You don't, you just learn to deal with it and move on." Skeppy shrugs, stealing a glance at Sapnap. "Or, you could-"

"Just tell him." Sapnap finished Skeppy's thought before both burst out laughing.

"Hey! Come on guys! Don't be so rude!" Bad scolds with a small scoff, reaching to hold Quackity's hand. "Ignore them, I'm sure he can't be as bad as you say."

"Oh, he is! Remember that one time!?" Skeppy playfully teased with his laughter. "It was so funny, Quackity and Y/N were just "hanging out" and then Quackity-"

"Hugged him and Y/N just said, "Stop hugging me, I'm trying to pick out George's birthday present"?!" Sapnap finished, both continuing to laugh painfully as Quackity's face turned red.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up! And you told Skeppy?!" Quackity groaned, Bad also trying to hold back his laughter and be a good friend.

"I'm sure that was just a one-time thing, I'm sure it was just really close to George's birthday and-"

"Bad, just stop, please." Quackity cut him off with a deep sigh, fixing his beanie subconsciously. "It wasn't-"

"2 months, actually," Skeppy spoke up through laughter, causing Bad to stifle his laugh more harshly this time.

"Oh, well, that, uh, that's-" Bad let out a small huff of a laugh, covering his mouth before continuing to laugh. "I-I'm so, so sorry, that's just-" Bad cut himself off as he continued to stifle his laughter.

"Bad! Come on! Help me, man!" Quackity groaned. "God! Why does he have to be so, so him!?" Quackity stood up from the couch, walking out of the house as his friends still laughed, although it had died down a little. "Forgot this, I'm leaving."

"Wait, Quackity! Come back! We still need to talk about the time you fumbled to bag so hard!" Sapnap laughed before he was cut off by Quackity slamming the front door shut.

He was sure if it wasn't him in this situation, he would laugh too, but it was him so he couldn't help but feel a bit of playful betrayal, it was the only way he could describe it. So he sighed, picking up his pride as he walked home, his ride was Sapnap but there wasn't any way he was riding home with him now. But God he wishes he did.

"Quackity?" A voice said with a confused brow raised. He stopped and looked up from his pity party to catch the eyes of you with his.

"Y/N?" He asked, almost frozen in shock before shaking himself out of it. "What, what are you doing? Walking, I mean?"

"Well, Bad texted me, said to come over to his because you needed to tell me something? Did something happen in between that time?"

"Bad texted you!?" He asked with a small but quite sharp breath. "When!?" He asked.

"Um, not long ago, like 20 minutes?" You said with a small shrug, walking closer to Quackity. "I'm guessing it didn't work out then?" Quackity sighed and shook his head.

"No, no, I guess, you, you are right." He said, cursing internally as he finished his words. "I should get going, I need to get home."

"Well let me walk you, I really only came over because of you so I might as well walk you home." And there was your stupid way of talking about him like you loved him.

"No, no, it's fine, I'm sure Bad is still waiting for you."

"He can wait, I want to make sure you make it home safe." You had a way with words that Quackity couldn't describe and it physically hurt him trying too.

"No, Y/N, it's fine, I got this," Quackity said, shaking his head and walking around you, a bright blush filling his cheeks as he continued to walk away.

In all honestly, he wasn't expecting much or anything at all, but it just had to be you, it had to be you he ran into, it always lead back to you, and like everything else, you had to have the last words.

"Alright, I love you, text me when you make it home safe."

Quackity paused at Y/N's words, snapping his head around to see that you were already walking away like those words did not just leave your mouth. Was it always that easy? What the fuck!?

#fanfiction #writing #imagines #dsmp x reader #dsmp quackity #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x male reader #skeppy #badboyhalo #sapnap #Toxic_Lemon.original

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joviepog · 9 months

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HEYYYYY HOW R UU???????

I have a request 4 a fic or some hcs (whatevers easier!!) with a wilbur x male reader. Reader is trans and wilbur helps them to heal and stuff after top surgery?

Again, if it's too much, that's fine! Remember to drink water, and do something that makes you happy!

Bye bye! 👋 😊

Comforting Tunes

Warning: Cuddling (idk if that would be a warning), crying, pain

Pronouns: He / they

Requests: @corner-of-void

Tag list: no one

Anything else: I dont know much about surgery pains and stuff so its a little bad. If there is anything wrong with this story just let me know! (I got no sleep as usual so please excuse any mistakes.)

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“Here, darling i got it.” Wilbur said quickly, stopping you from getting the door handle. He put his hand on the door handle and opened the door for you. You let put a sigh as you walked in. It was nice to be home again, the smell of hospitals was not a fun smell. You were tired, very tired, and wilbur knew this. He helped you out in anything he could.

But time passed as the pain only got worse, you grunted any time a new shot of pain coursed through your body. You started to tear up at some points. ‘It’s worth it.’ You kept reminding yourself.

Wilbur was off making hot chocolate as you sat on the bed, ice packs on your chest as you sat there. Once you got home, wilbur lied you down on the bed and got you the ice packs. He also turned on your favorite movie and he gave you some of your favorite snacks. He was bustling around everywhere, trying to make sure you were alright. It was comforting.

But as he was making the hot chocolate you moved slightly and the shot of pain coursed through your body once again. This time it felt 10 times worse. You started to cry. But the more you cried the more it hurt. Suddenly wilbur walked in, on the phone with who you assumed was your parents. “Yeah he is feeling better. He’s just-“ he paused as he saw your state. He looked at you and worry washed over his face.

“Hold on let me call you right back.” He hung up the phone and set everything down. He came up to you and hugged you, trying not to hurt you. “It hurts wil.” You said softly, trying to speak through tears. “I know, i know.” He said in your ear, with a comforting voice. He laid down next to you on the bed and gestured for you to come close to him.

You moved slowly, trying not to cause yourself more pain. But soon, you were in his arms. He was humming a small tune as you cried softly. His breathing was slow and his humming was more comforting than he could ever imagine. You both sat there for the rest of the night, your hot chocolate long forgotten.

I hope this was okay! I’m sorry its so short too! I’m also sorry that it took so long for me to answer!

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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cc!Dream x male reader

Dream streaming and his fans notice a load of purple marks on his neck and start going crazy. Twitter and his chat are blowing up with questions and Dream tries to play it off as a big bunch of bug bites but no one’s having it.

Over the next week people do some digging, trying to find out who the mystery person is, they’re just so curious they can’t help it. A few people think it’s George but that wouldn’t make sense since he’s in England at the moment so that theory soon becomes a bust.

As time goes on you just watch the whole thing unfold and get the brunt of Dreams annoyance by having to endure him whining about you not leaving the purple marks in areas that he could hide with ease. You only smiled and ran your fingers through his hair sighing as the smell of coconut filled your lungs.

“Don’t you think we should just come out? We’ve been in a secret relationship for ages you know and-” you paused not wanting to come off as too pushy but Dream only hummed for you to continue “I just wanna show everyone that you’re mine” the last sentence made the other blush and smile, he soon silently agreed.

It wasn’t long before the video of you both sharing a quick kiss with the caption “he was the big bite y’all ;)” uploaded to Dreams twitter and almost immediately went viral, a mix of positive and negative reactions engulfed you two but to be fair you both were just happy to be out and happy together.

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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❤️ DAY 1 OF MONSTER WEEK — VAMPIRE WILBUR

[1400+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: It's in the title. He's just a vamp, you made jewelry, what more can I say?

[Read the rest under the cut]

You brush your fingers down your coat, a thick fur coat Wilbur had gotten you especially for today, trying not to fiddle too much. Wilbur obviously caught onto your anxiety and took your hand in his, leaning down to press a kiss to your knuckles. His fangs ghosted over your skin, "No one will harm you, beloved."

"You will protect me, yes?" You asked softly, twisting to offer him your arm instead.

"Always," His teeth sunk into your forearm like butter, ice flooding your veins followed by a familiar numbness.

You relaxed back into the coach box's seat as Wilbur pulled back and your wound slowly mends itself back together. You bring your arm back to you and drag your fingers over where the wound had been. It's odd, you know you should be feeling something but your touch is dull and there is nothing but skin.

You remember the first time he had bitten you. It felt much different than it does now. His eyes much sharper, teeth puncturing twin holes into your neck. It hadn't been numb, then. It burned, like pressing you hand flat against an iron except through your entire body, a pain nothing could soothe.

It had been an accident the first time. He had gone mad in his hunger, devouring anything to satiate the gnawing desire to feed. You were just lucky that he had devoured a whole house of mice before he had found you. It's likely the only reason he didn't bleed you dry.

When he came to he had seemed so mournful, as if the life of a stranger had meant so much to him as to cry when it's gone. But, by some miracle, you had survived. He had spent months nursing you back to peak health, a better health than you'd been in before he'd attacked, and sometime between then and now, you had fallen for each other.

With your consent he had began feeding from you periodically. Twice a week, supplementing the rest with the animals that had taken over the abandoned house next door. And with this arrangement came a meeting with a witch named Niki, who had given you a few talismans to protect you. They had helped to make Wilbur's feeding easier too.

Now, almost a year after meeting Wilbur and 4 months since you started dating, he wanted you to meet his family. You had, quite honestly, presumed Wilbur had no family until then, as he had brought up not a whispher or mutter of any family.

You agreed to meet his family but now that you were truly on your way there, not simply speaking empty promises, you were anxious. Wilbur had assured you that everyone in his family had a proper control over their hunger but still, you couldn't help but worry. And on top of that, what if Wilbur's father didn't like your gift? Then you'd have made a bad impression on top of being dead, the horror.

Wilbur broke you out of your thoughts with a soft press to your hand. Being brought back to the present, you notice that the coach box has already slowed to a near stop. Your eyes drift to the beautiful five story house (if you can call it that) with a thick, gothic style stone archway, artfully decorated by a budding moss.

The door pops open and Wilbur is on his feet instantly, holding a hand out for you. You're almost mesmerized by the way Wilbur looks back at his home, with hair mused by the wind, a piece of his lip caught between his teeth.

Now it's your turn to press your hand to his, helping him find his footing. Wilbur's face softens and he offers his arm to you, "Shall we?"

"I suppose we shall," You go through the archway and the air instantly feels different. You can't place how but Wilbur just takes a deep breath in, like he's savoring clear air.

You can spot the three men from the steps, though you imagine they've been able to see you for a while. Two of them—the older blond and the well-built pink one— are eyeing you critically, the only one to look happy to see you both is the young, tall blond who's positively bouncing on his feet. Or, more accurately, happy to see your boyfriend.

"Wilbur!" They beam, "You look like shit."

"Watch your language around our guest, Tommy," The older blond tutts before looking directly at you and finally smiling, "It's wonderful to meet you, Wilbur has told us all about you. I'm Phil, his sire."

Sire. Basically his father then.

"It's nice to meet you too," You shake his hand. Apparently age doesn't detract from strength since this man seems to have it in spades.

"I'm Tommy, Wilbur's favourite," Tommy chirps out, already poking at Wilbur incessantly. He looks exactly like an annoying younger brother should.

"I'm Technoblade," The tall, broody pink-haired one drones out. "Wilbur's actual favourite."

"He's my vampire twin!" Wilbur excitedly ushers you towards the door. "We were turned on the same day, only he was turned a few years early. We're basically twins besides that."

"Not how it works, Wil." Phil sighs. He, Techno and Tommy step through the door, while you and Wilbur stop just before the frame. Wilbur hesitates and you take the first step, winding your hands together and pulling him through the door with you.

Wilbur relaxes when he makes his way inside without trouble, as if doubting that his home would ever stop welcoming him. You squeeze his hand when he lingers a moment too long at the doorframe and he smiles at you, pulling you towards the drawing room.

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Phil absoloutely loves the jewelry you had brought him. The dazzling emeralds gleam seem to enchant the old vampire and he made quirk work of wearing them. After a jealous outburst from Tommy, you had promised the rest of the family matching pairs.

Dinner was going wonderful too. Even though none of them needed human food, they all were polite enough to share and eat along with you. No one (besides Tommy) complained and they seemed like such nice people, completely making you forget you had been nervous to begin with.

"So, what type of magical being are you?" Phil asked with a polite smile.

You and Wilbur froze. You glanced over at him, asking with your eyes how he'd forgotten to mention something so important in his letter. Wilbur winced and opened his mouth, only to instantly close it. Honestly, how had you fallen for such an airhead.

"They aren't—"

"They're a witch, obviously," Tommy snorted, as if Phil's question was truly that easy to answer. "Can't you feel the talismans on them. Quite high class too."

Phil rolled his eyes fondly, "Not all of us are sensitive to Magic, Tom." He turned to you, "So, a witch. I always knew Wilbur had a type."

"I do not have a type," Wilbur pouts. Then he looks back to you, tipping his head. You shake your head back and he just nods, trying to subtly mimick zipping his lips. He fails.

{《☆》}

"That wasn't at all like how I planned it to be," Wilbur groans, but he can't keep the smile off his face. "They loved you."

"I wouldn't say love, but we certainly got along," You falter for a second, "but they still don't know I'm human."

"Well, what they don't know won't kill them," Wilbur offers. He frowns when you don't even smile, moving to kneel down, staring up at you. You can't look away as he reaches a hand up to smooth over your cheek. "It's not a big deal, beloved. I could always write Phil another letter, he won't judge you for it."

"And Tommy? He was so excited to find out I was a witch," You mumble, leaning heavily into his palm. "I just don't want to mess anything up."

"You could never, my moonlight, you are perfect." Wilbur fixes you with a strong gaze, every word coming out of his mouth like proven fact, strong and indisputable. It almost makes you believe it too.

"If you really want," Wilbur offers, "I can ask Niki to train any magic potential you have. Tommy saw something special in you besides the talisman, I know it's not displaced."

You melt into Wilbur, feeling pure warmth in your heart, "How did I get so lucky?"

"I should be asking you that," Wilbur leans up and kisses you, lips cold and warmth flooding your face.

{《☆》}

[WELCOME, MY FELLOW MONSTER FUCKERS, TO YOUR SAFE HAVEN!]

[In a more serious manner, I'm going to post everyday (for the next week) leading up to Halloween following a self-made prompt list. On the actual day of Halloween I'm planning on making 3 posts, which is ambitious but I'm mentally ill so I'm going through with it anyways.]

[Anyways, I'm feeling dysphoric so another trans!male reader comfort fix will probably be uploaded soon. Take care of yourselves, you odd, odd folks.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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yettobedetermined7 · 2 years

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Imagine being apart of the Dsmp Vidcon panel

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #dsmp x male reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #mcyt x platonic reader #mcyt x male reader #mcyt x female reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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Could you possibly do a Male God!Reader with 2-4 sets of wings (To show a sign of power, kind of like some goddesses with extra limbs to show power) with C!Quackity where they both just preen each others wings and have a nice fluffy day indoors if you feel comfortable with it and/or have time? Have a lovely day by the way ^^

This was really cute and fun to write (even though i rewrote it like five times lol), i hope you like it! :]

Pairing: Quackity X Reader

Pronouns: none used/gender neutral

[A/n]: Requests are open! :]

“Would you quit moving so much? You’re gonna make me mess up.” Quackity chuckled as you continued to bounce with light laughter. He had made a rather stupid joke, in all honesty, but it made you laugh, now struggling to hold still while holding it in.

“(Y/n), it wasn’t even that funny, I mean, c’mon,” he started to slowly dissolve into laughter as well, his soft chuckles melding with yours. His hands dropped from your middle, left wing as he instead placed them on his legs trying to calm himself down as his wings fluttered behind him. What he hadn’t accounted for was your wings also fluttering with your laughter, something made all the more dangerous by your number of wings.

His sudden shriek and the soft thunk against one of your wings was what finally snapped you out of your laughter. Apparently, you had gotten yourself so worked up that one of your wings had accidentally thunked your boyfriend in the head. Knocking him over and startling him out of his own laughter.

“Oh shit, Quackity, love, I’m so sorry. You ok?” Quackity seemed to lay there for a moment, not fully comprehending what just happened.

“Did I just get slapped by your wing?” A brief snort escaped you as you helped him back into a sitting position, nodding your head as he looked at you bewildered.

“I’m sorry love, your joke had me laughing so hard that I just sorta lost control.” Quackity only stared at you for a moment before tackling you, pinning your larger frame below his.

“First you don’t sit still, and then you slap me with your wing! You’re in for it now.” His hands, smaller in comparison to yours, made quick work of finding your sides and attacking, nimble fingers dancing over your ribs and tickling you. A howl of laughter escaped from your mouth as you attempted to move his hands away, he was determined though, fueled by your earlier actions.

Your hands did little against his, weakened by your current state. Your wings, on the other hand, proved to be a big help. With you laughing uncontrollably, they were fluttering like wild beneath you, the six creating quite a racket as they knocked into everything.

“Quackity, I- pfft, wait- just,” he was relentless in his attack, not allowing you to speak out full sentences. It wasn’t until he was, again, hit accidentally by your wing that he stopped, allowing you a moment to collect yourself.

“You seriously hit me again?”

“It wasn't, it wasn’t on purpose!” You stuttered over your words as you thought about the action, trying not to laugh at your clearly displeased boyfriend.

“Yeah ok.” Quackity playfully rolled his eyes at you, smiling as you scoffed back, just as playfully.

“Your wings do the same thing when you laugh, they just aren’t big enough to hit me.”

“You're lying.”

“Oh yeah?” Your voice held a challenging tone, one that Quackity should’ve taken as a sign to run. Just as quickly as he had tackled you, had you flipped the situation on him, pinning him below you.

“Just watch,” and just as he did previously, you began to tickle him, chuckling as he squirmed and laughed uncontrollably. And just as you said, his wings did the same thing, flapping relentlessly against the floor below him.

“See, my little ducky, I was right.” Your hands raised, stopping the attack on the poor man as he used the chance to catch his breath.

“I’m not little.”

“Nah don’t say that, my sweet little man, my tiny beloved.” What started as preening, turned tickle fight, had now turned into teasing. At this rate, no wings would be finished today.

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 2 years

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Snow Storm

A Techno x Reader because i miss him :(( male reader also a sad/angesty ending will be in bold so if u dont want to read that just skip it! As the chilly winter air nipped at their nose, Yn shivered and pulled his coat closer. Yn had been travelling for three days without knowing where he was headed. He was exhausted, cold, and looked to be going blue. He couldn't help himself and collapsed to his stomach. Weak, he sighed and closed his eyes.

Yn let himself fall asleep or die, he really didn't know which one it was, and to be honest, he didn't really care. The man wanted warmth and somehow the snow gave it to him, making him want to snuggle even more deeply into the white blanket.

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When Yn woke up they felt the steady bumps of a horse and looked down to see that they were somehow sitting on the saddle of a brown horse. Two arms came from behind them holding the horses lead, making their heart leap out of their chest. "We're almost at my house then we'll get you warmed up and get some food in your stomach," the voice said as Yn froze. Yn nodded slowly before whispering "thank you."

"What's your name?" Yn questioned as he moved closer to the man in an effort to get warm. "Technoblade, but please just call me Techno" "I'm Yn," the Yn said as he turned to look at the Techno who forced Yn to turn away "it's best you don't look." Slowly nodding, Yn let out an apology with his blue tainted lips. Suddenly, a house or rather two houses that were connected by a small bridge came into view. Yn sat up straighter and Techno said, "The house with the stable is mine, the other is my father's. Here, let me help you down." Techno helped Yn slowly slide off the horse while he avoided looking at the male. "Go right in the the fire should still be going. I'll be in in a second." Yn nodded. Yn was unable to see the pig hybrid's smile as he told him, "thank you" "go get out of this cold." Yn nodded and hurried up the house's steps.

Warmth welcomed Yn, who kicked off his boots at the door, went straight to the fire, and then slowly sat down on the fluffy white rug. Yn yawned and curled up on the rug, paying little attention to how the door opened or how two voices echoed throughout the tiny cottage.

When Yn opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a bed wrapped up with fur and blankets. When Yn sat up, he saw that he was not dressed in his clothes, but rather was wearing an oversized white shirt.

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It had been a few months since Yn first met Techno. It took him some time before he allowed him to see his scar-covered face, but Yn thought he was gorgeous with his pink hair, which he occasionally braided, and his red eyes, which would look directly into Yn's e/c ones, making the smaller blush.

Yn had met Phil, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Niki, who was basically Techno's sister. Even though his moody pig was, well, moody, Yn found that he was sweet and cuddly and enjoyed taking Yn on short adventures, especially to the flower forest where they would enjoy picnics and sit until nightfall so they could dance under the stars.

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But today, as Yn stood in the flower forest and gazed at a huge monument that Phil had built, which resembled her future husband nearly exactly, he was brought to tears for the seventh time that day.

"I will avenge you, my darling," Yn said as he squeezed Techno's old sword. Before turning away and leaving a trail of crimison fabric in his trail.

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mothraantics · 11 months

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Requests!

Dsmp requests

Hello there everyone! im totally bored so I will start finally doing requests for DSMP fics here is what my boundaries are about doing these:

Overall I will NOT be doing:

Any type of Smuts or Lemons

This also includes nothing NSFW

Things I will write:

Xreaders

xcharecters (depends on the persons boundaries)

Any kind of prompt that isnt NSFW

headcannons

Platonic or romantic

Ill write for any Dsmp persona but I will especially like writing for:

Wilbur Soot

Ranboo

Tommy

Tubbo

Foolish

Dream

Sapnap

(I will write for anyone else if requested)

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n04hfiction · 10 months

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I KNOW WE'RE NOT MOOTS BUT I HAVE SAPNAP BRAINROT AND YOU SEEM NICE

BROO NOT MOOTS MY ASS, NOW WE ARE :)

we also don’t gotta be moots for requests just a fyi

also since you didn’t specify what you wanted i just did relationship head canons :)

sapnap x reader hcs

ass smacker, without a doubt, he especially runs when he does it. he’ll like smack it as hard as he can and just bolt away

screaming matches. are a. must. there’s something for y’all to argue about, especially when it’s something stupid, and y’all are gonna scream in the middle of your shared kitchen about naruto as loud as you can in the most loving way ever.

random water balloon fights are also a must… but in the rain!!!

will scream in the most pitchy voice taylor swift songs in the car. he also hogs the passenger seat because he’s a little shit so hope you can drive

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danny-yagami · 2 years

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Hii, I saw that you were doing ✨ requests ✨ and I wanted to try? This is my first request so idk if it's too specific or what, sorry.

Romantic!Awesamdude x male!reader x Platonic! Tommyinnit please? Where the reader is a warden at the prison and he's there to make sure Sam doesn't forget to take care of himself, while also being a good prison warden. Where Sam gets too emotionally disconnected, the reader makes sure he's able to snap out of it.

So the plot :

When Tommy gets stuck in prison, reader chugs a fire res and swims through lava to save Tommy. Sam, on Warden mode, gets annoyed that reader broke protocol to save Tommy, but reader just bonks him and tells him that Tommy is above protocol because he's their son. Sam, realizing he's doing the Warden thing again, just snaps out of it and ushers them out the prison. He initiates a full lockdown on the prison and calls Sam Nook to temporarily be the guard. The end is just the reader cooking dinner for his "family" while Sam and Tommy play with Fran.

If you choose to do this, thank you sm (ㆁωㆁ)

I'd love to do this!! Thank you for giving me this request, I loved reading your idea! The request isn't too specific because this actually helped me create this for you!! And I'm so sorry if this took a bit of time, I get busy with school a bit, but I tried to get it as close as I can to your request, I also hope you don't mind if the reader is like my character DannyYagami, who's a cross-breed between a human and wither skeleton ☺️

Also, welcome to the request family, and yes I just made this up haha 😂

Content contains: male!reader, platonic! Tommy, romantic!Awesamdude, reader is a warden for the prison, references to my character DannyYagami being in the story, reader is related to DannyYagami, reader and Awesamdude is dating, fluff, very little angst.

Characters: Platonic!TommyInnIt, Romantic!Awesamdude, Sam Nook, Warden!Male!Reader, Fran, Older sister! DannyYagami.

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"(Y/n)!!" My older sister, DannyYagami, screamed from outside. "Open up and hurry to the prison!!"

I groaned and slugged outside and stared at her. "Are you going to take care of Fran and Sam Nook?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "That's why I'm here. Now hurry off to your husband at the prison." She teased.

I felt my face burn as I grabbed my stuff. "We're not married Danny!!"

"Might as well be," she pushed me out of my house and shut the door.

I groaned and marched quickly to the prison and walked up to Sam, kissing the side of his forehead. He smiled and looked at me.

"Well, hello there, Love," he patted my head as I sat next to him. "I'm guessing your sister forced you here?"

I nodded and he chuckled, "I'm sorry that happened. I can understand that your sister can be a pain in the ass."

I chuckled and slipped my hand in his. "She is, but I do understand that she is doing this to look out for me. She is a great big sister to me."

Sam smiled and was about to speak when we heard glass shatter and a yelp. Sam's smile faded quickly as we both shot up.

I darted as quickly as I could to the sound to see Tommy stuck, so very close to the lava. My instinct was to jump in and grab Tommy. So, I quickly chugged a glass of fire resistance and jumped into the lava, swimming over to Tommy. I couldn't even hear Sam's shouts for me to not do that. Tommy's in trouble, he's in danger. My entire body screamed at me to go faster and grab my son. I pushed myself as fast as I could go through the lava to grab Tommy, who looked terrified and was ready to cry. He was trapped.

"Tommy!" I yelled and pushed myself out of the lava and ran to him, hugging him. "Are you okay?! Did something happen?!" Tommy shook his head as he teared up. I sighed a breath of relief and gave him a fire resistance that he chugged down immediately and I swam through the lava as carefully as I could with Tommy in my arms.

Sam huffed and stared at me as I came up to him. "You do realize that you broke protocol, right?"

I huffed and raised my fist to bonk Sam's head. "And he's our kid. Do you really think I'm gonna let my child suffer or get killed?!"

Sam shook his head, "No Sir."

"Thought so." I grumbled and dragged Tommy out. "I'm going home with Tommy. I'll grab Fran too and on my way to our house, I'm going to pick up Sam Nook."

Sam sighed and pulled me towards him and kissed my forehead. "I'll see you then."

I rolled my eyes, smiling then walked away with Tommy, comforting him on the way home.

I'm so sorry that this took a while again, I got busy with school. Also, I have been working on this ever since I got it and I had just recently ran out of what to write next after that. I did try to get it as close as I could to your request!!

Remember that my requests are always open and I love you guys ❤️

#danny yagami #danny yagami writes #dreamsmp #x reader #story requests #dream smp fanfic #dsmp #awesamdude #awesamdude x reader #romantic! Awesamdude x reader #male reader #tommyinnt #tommyinnit x reader #platonic! TommyInnIt x reader #dream smp #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x male reader #dsmp x y/n

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poisonous-lemonade · 7 months

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(Quackity x male reader)

Can you do a fluff fic where quackity has a huge crush on reader and gets jealous when the reader starts to spend more time with his flags (e.g bbh,wilbur or any of the members of the dsmp)

A/n: turns out that late-night writing does work, also, I have NFI what flags means but imma wing it This is sorta like a part two to the oblivious reader one so stay tuned for part 3 (but you don't need to read part one to understand this part)

Quackity's Battle for the Reader's Attention

Quackity laughed at your words, staring into your eyes which just sparkled like stars wherever he looked deep enough. You both had run into each other after a long day and both of you needed a break, so you both stopped your boring yet busy days to just talk. And it was great, for the most part, until somebody came over to ruin it.

"Y/N! There you are! I was wondering where you went." Said a voice, a sophisticated British one at that and two sets of footsteps, walking towards the two. Quackity's eye twitched slightly, turning his head to face the blonde boy, Tommy, and the face to the voice, Wilbur.

"Y/N! What the fuck!? You left us for him!?" Tommy whined like the child he was and pushed you away from Quackity playfully.

"Hey! Come on guys, you know I didn't mean anything by it." You laughed, ruffling the blonde boy's hair with a bright smile.

"Quackity." Wilbur greeted you with a small head nod as you and Tommy push each other around like the children you both were. "Didn't know you'd be here." Quackity nodded his head with a forced, pressed-lip smile.

"Me neither." He spoke up, a small migraine beginning to form at what would eventually be his worst nightmare.

"Why don't you hang out with us? It's just us so far but Sapnap and George said they'll be showing up." Quackity's eye twitched slightly before he smiled.

"Actually, I-"

"No, Quackity, please, you have to be there!" You cut him off before he even began his web of lies he was about to spin just to get out of it. "Please, it'll be so much fun if you're there too, please?" Quackity took a sharp breath, his eyes moving to gaze up at the British man before sighing.

"Okay, sure, Y/N, uh, if you want me to," Quackity said with a nervous smile, before his gaze shifted back to Wilbur with a glare, it's not like he had anything important to do anyways.

"Oh, that's amazing!" You clap with a smile before Tommy rams into you, pushing you off your feet with a laugh.

"Fuck you!" Wilbur laughed as Tommy continued to swear at your body on the floor, fighting like brothers. Quackity sighed and turned his head away from the scene, this was going to be a long night.

"No, I understand." You nod your head as you listen intently to the conversation at hand. Wilbur and George were taking up all of your attention which left Quackity sitting with Sapnap, although, he wasn't paying attention to him.

"Quackity? Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Sapnap asked impatiently, staring at the beanie-wearing man. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, waiting for Quackity to say something.

Quackity sighed and looked back at Sapnap. "Sorry, what were you saying?" He asked politely, taking a sip of his drink, but it was clear that he was busy in his own mind, which only caused Sapnap to roll his eyes.

"Bro, why don't you just fucking confess already?" He asked with an over-exaggerated sigh to show his annoyance. "Like he likes you! Just say something!" Quackity sighed and looked back over to you.

"But they don't." Quackity scowled slightly, watching you talk and smile with Goerge and Wilbur like they were your boyfriends. Sapnap kicks his shin from under the table making him wince.

"Quackity, go talk to him, right now," Sapnap said with a stern glare, Quackity huffed a laugh but nodded his head, getting up from the table and walking over to you and the group.

Wilbur looked at Quackity as he walked over, waving at him with a smile, you and George were still busy talking to one another with a happy and excited smile.

"Quackity, what's up man?" He asked with a polite smile, causing Quackity to cringe at himself slightly, he was really jealous over his crush talking to somebody else, what was he evening doing.

You perk up and finally notice Quackity, waving at him with a smile, George follows along as he realises he has not seen the boy.

"Quackity, when did you get there?" George joking with a laugh, you hummed and smiled at Quackity before turning back to talk to George.

You looked so happy that Quackity almost felt bad for coming over to try and steal you away from Wilbur and George, but he couldn't help but still feel his jealousy eating away at him, he would wait just a bit longer.

This was really going to be a long night for Quackity,

#fanfiction #writing #imagines #dsmp x reader #dsmp quackity #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x male reader #badboyhalo #sapnap #wilbur soot #georgenotfound #Toxic_Lemon.original #dsmp fluff

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