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prrism · 1 year
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Brainrot: Y/N is XD's demigod child, sometimes XD just casually walks around the SMP and Y/N once simply said "hey dad" while XD just laughs before saying "Hi kiddo" and everyone in SMP is WTF? ! (XD is laughing his ass off at the mortals reaction while Y/N tries not to laugh).
I’m 100% here for the casual chaos, sorry this took so long to write 😅 I wanted to try writing in a headcanon format since it’s not something I normally do, so I’m sorry in advance if it’s bad
Casual Greeting
Summary: When you see your father, Dream XD, paying a visit to his server you decide to go say hi, thing is very few knew you were his kid… until now anyways…
Characters: Dream XD, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Dream, George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Karl, Wilbur, Foolish, Awesamdude, Quackity
Relationships: platonic
Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral
Of course you never told your friends about your godly nature and powers, wanting to blend in as much as possible, but sometimes you’d secretly use your abilities for some extra fun
XD had decided to visit his server and see how well the mortals in it were thriving *cough*visit George*cough*
Cue you walking down prime path with the Bench Trio, casually passing the god
“Sup dad!”
He could hear the smirk in your voice, one of his own forming when the trio freeze in place, staring between you and XD
“Mornin’ kiddo.”
It didn’t take long after that for word to spread that you were XD’s kid
Tommy and Tubbo were flipping out bombarding you with questions while Ranboo scrambled to write everything he could into his memory book
You’re getting spammed messages from Sapnap, Quackity and Sam and you can hear the shock for you not having told them this news sooner
Bad, Wilbur and Karl are the ones who’ll go out of their way to find where you are and then proceed to ask you countless questions
Those like Foolish, Dream and George already knew about your status as a demigod by one means or another
With just about everyone freaking out over this “big” reveal you’re not even trying to hide your laughter at the ridiculousness
And XD is right there beside you having the time of his life watching everyone scramble to wrap their heads around the news
Once the initial shock has passed you’re a bit more open to using your godly powers around the SMP
The pranks, boy oh boy, the pranks you’re now able to get away with
People can say you’re the one who lifted their house 10ft off the ground but who’s to say for sure
On top of that you get more visits from Dream XD
He says it’s to make sure you don’t end up using your abilities to blow something up you’re not supposed to, but you know he secretly likes being able to visit you more often
Like I said, I’m still getting used to writing in a headcanon format but how was that for a first try? Anyways, I hope everyone has an awesome day
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py-dreamer · 1 year
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SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader
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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)
Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.
How did they find you?
Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.
Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10
however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.
he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you
you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand
you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!
Your rat features:
I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!
You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail
You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell
There are small patches around your body hear and there
TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!
Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most
Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth
Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents
"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"
Life with the SBI
it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle
All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up
Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.
Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room
Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)
I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.
You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.
Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)
When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)
Your relationship with Dadza
We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much
Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before
He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-
When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.
He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong
He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.
Your relationship with Wilbur
he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot
it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'
in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along
While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD
He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care
when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both
rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not
Your relationship with Techno
when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-
don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on
it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy
though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.
you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger
Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.
it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.
when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)
like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing
Your relationship with Tommy
I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first
He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby
they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect
he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry
he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard
But then, one day:
You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:
"Hey are you a doll?"
A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.
"You're a very weird doll"
The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.
"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"
The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over
A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks
"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"
She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.
"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.
All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes
"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"
He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.
"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"
Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.
Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.
it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves
he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!
You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.
Life in the smp
you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother
by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well
you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?
You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could
During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.
L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.
Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?
Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob
You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.
With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.
Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.
You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.
Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.
You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.
Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'
After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.
You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms
You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.
Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.
When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.
Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.
He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.
Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.
Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.
(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)
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imaginesfreetotake · 1 year
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Imagine gift exchanging with the Dreamteam
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These streams were so funny I loved the parts when Sapnap kept pulling his gun out lmao
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listenheresweaty · 9 months
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Revivebur x magma cube reader while I procrastinate on part three
so I swear part three of the other revivebur thing is in the works
but here’s some food
(A slightly suggestive hc at the end)
Most people, including myself, headcanon that revivebur is permanently cold after his time in limbo. Just a naturally lower body temperature, and he feels it.
So he often seeks out warmth. Maybe that’s why he likes sunrises: the night finally ends and soon he’ll be able to sun on a rock like a lizard— idk.
Anyway, as a magma cube, you would have a naturally warmer body temperature. But because you’re half human, you aren’t completely accustomed to your own temperature (especially the temperature of the nether, where you live) and often seek out colder areas.
Wilbur stumbles upon your cottage at the edge of the crimson forest after being attacked by literally every creature out there because the bitch doesn’t wear armor.
He breaks into your house
You threaten to kill him first, but this scrawny, scruffy man looks so wholly un-intimidating that you let him hang around.
you have a friend now!
You show him around your tiny cabin, the mushroom and nether wart garden, the Hoglin farms.
he’s a little impressed— this tiny (you’re a tiny magma cube), scarily buff (you gotta be to hunt hoglins) person has built a cottage core lifestyle in literal hell.
Maybe you miss having people around, just a little, so you set up a guest room and let him chill there a while.
fun fact: no bacteria can live in the nether or it’s inhabitants (except piglins, they have a lower temperature). This is good for Wilbur’s hypochondria :)
when you get particularly close, you finally get some platonic cuddling. — mostly initiated by Wilbur because he’s the touch starved rat of the friendship.
As soon as he’s clinging on to you he isn’t going to let you go. /j
you’re a walking space heater, and his only regret is that you’re so small that you can’t reach and cover every part of him, so when cuddling his long ass legs remain in the cold.
you tell him that’s what blankets are for but he refuses to listen.
fun fact: you already feel oddly warm to him through layers of clothes, but your skin practically burns without them (not painfully)— a sensation he’s quite partial too, being a known pyromaniac.
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c!peer pressure duo headcanons
so this is kinda geared towards reader being platonically married to c!beeduo but it doesn't have to be (I only specifically mentioned like two hcs for that)
i was missing Techno a ton so here, I'm kinda hoping this'll help msdmfndnd not proofread
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Techno and Ranboo are the ultimate chaotic calm
mix that with any sense of humor and you've definitely got a good trio
both of them have difficulty with Techno's voices and Ranboo's voice which would probably prove stressful at times to say the least
y'all pull through though
these two would be so fun to hang out with
i mentioned mining with Ranboo but with Techno? whole different story
y'all probably end up seeking monster spawners to break the server with
Ranboo's creation of infinite cake definitely helps you three out when aDvEnTuReS
Techno brings you to blow stuff up regularly I wouldn't doubt
anyways
at night if any of the three of you have trouble sleeping Techno talks about mythology until you're able to rest
he claims it's solely for the sake of you and Ranboo being able to function/fight if need be but everyone knows he cares a lot
Techno definitely enjoys spending time with Michael as well. Techno, you, Ranboo, and Tubbo could spend hours in the woods walking with the kid and taking turns carrying him
dueling practice with Techno. need i say more
Techno makes sure Ranboo has a book at all times. if it's not the memory book even. anything's better than nothing
you would probably have a book as well. Techno makes sure of that, especially if you enjoy writing/drawing
Techno probably can't cook too well, he seems like a person who would burn it and proceed to eat it
so we leave the cooking to Phil
lastly imagine the hugs Techno would give
he tries not to seem like it but he gives off "doesn't let go first" vibes
and he waits for you to be ready
mans would absolutely be the best
Ranboo definitely tries at hugs
he's very lanky so it's slightly awkward but you make it work
memory boy our beloved
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ALRIGHT SO THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT, MY EYES ARE CLOSING BUT THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS YOU'RE AMAZING (:
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ador3him · 1 year
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also can you do a fic with tubbo where hes helping you clean your room but you have adhd and anxiety so its rly hard for you to do it and all if that makes sense lmao
pairing: platonic!tubbo x gn!reader
warnings: mentions of anxiety and adhd + swearing
requested? yes by @louscartridge my beloved <3
word count: unknown (written on phone)
a/n: i hope youre okay!! dont forget to drink and eat babe <3 and u can always message me !
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"Hey, you're awake!" Tubbo smiled from your desk across the room. You groaned and turnt away from him to try and sleep some more. The clothes on your bed which formed a sort of blanket ontop of your duva moved with you. "So, why did you ask me to come today? I mean if youre just sleeping?" He asked moving some clothes to sit on your bed. "I uh, fuck, I dont know. I just need a friend, my anxiety and stuff is through the roof and I getting really distracted. Clearly." You said motioning to the disater which was your room.
"C'mon, I will help you clean," he started to drag you out of bed. You groaned a bit more but sat up. "I dont even know where to start," you laid back down on your clothes covered bed. "We can take out all the rubbish first! We can do it in sections okay!" Tubbo walked over to your PC and put on some music from spotify. Music seemed to help you relax a bit because you got up and went to get a rubbish bag.
When you got back Tubbo had already moved your clothes into two piles what smelt clean and what smelt dirty. "Most of my clothes are dirty in both those piles." you admitted. "Okay! You sort out the clothes and put them in the washinh machine and I will do the rubbish," he smiled grabbing your had soothingly, hes your best friend, the bestest best friend.
"Now that all the rubbish is gone and the clothes are getting washed lets do plates and cup and stuff." Tubbo smiled grabbing some dirty plates. "Okay," you whispered following his lead.
You freeze for a second to try and control your breathing. "y/n, are you okay," Tubbo asked placing the dishes down. You shook your head as tears began to well up in your eyes.
"Okay, y/n its okay, youre getting through it. I know its difficult to do because of everything, I know. I am helping, dont feel embarrassed or scared. I will always help you. I know you get distracted easily and thats why I am helping." Tubbo wiped your tears away and hugged you. You started to control your breathing, and hugged him back. "Okay I am okay now, lets keep going. Thank you Tubbo," You smiled through it.
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imaginemcyt · 1 year
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my l'manberg
just a little blurb i wrote! SPOILER WARNING. this is supposed to follow the canon storyline of the dream smp, taking place just after the manberg-pogtopia war, when wilbur and techno betray the nation. kind of an sbi au because i have problems. enjoy!
tw: language, angst
he laughs, the stupid green motherfucker laughs, and suddenly you're moving without even realizing, tears blurring your vision as you reach for your sword. but before you can strike, there are arms around you, hugging you. no, not hugging you— holding you back, preventing you from doing something stupid. keeping you from starting a fight you can't finish. you can't see anything beyond your tears and blind rage, but you can hear his voice in your ear. "it's futile, you'll only get yourself killed", and you know eret's right. you can't take dream, let alone dream and technoblade.
but you fight against him anyway, you fight against him with a vehemence you didn't even know you had until l'manberg. not because you think you can take them, but simply because you don't care. you don't care anymore, your home is gone, your own brothers have betrayed you, and you have nothing left. you're on your final life, but you're more than ready to die for your country, your l'manberg. then eret speaks again, and you stop fighting against him completely. three words, whispered to you by a once-traitor turned ally, are all it takes. "tommy needs you."
of course. your younger brother, the only one of your siblings who has never once betrayed you, never so much as lied to you. the only one who believed in l'manberg perhaps more than you did. you can't die now, your brother needs you.
eret's arms slowly remove themselves from your body, but you don't charge technoblade. that would be stupid, and you can't die when you have to look out for tommy. not when you have to help him get his discs back. not when you have to help tubbo rebuild his nation. you can't die here, not when there's so much work to do.
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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.
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[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).
[L0v3, k1ng]
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faye-writes-stuff · 1 year
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welp here we go again
INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible
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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.
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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.
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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo
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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police
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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak
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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me
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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.
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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.
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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...
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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what
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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.
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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE
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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.
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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:
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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.
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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.
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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't
ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so
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fandomlit · 1 year
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and scene (sbi x reader)
summary you make the mistake of telling your friends that your sociology class is boring. they change that for a day.
warnings swearing, implications of suggestive themes, fighting (but playfully)
a/n aka i’ve been watching too much gilmore girls lately
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in a lecture hall with two hundred students, it was easy to get bored. it was rare that the professor’s eye was tuned directly into one particular student, and even more rare that that student was you. sociology was an interesting topic, but not interesting enough to keep you from nearly sliding out of the small, cramped seat as you dozed off.
your attention was finally grabbed when the door slammed open. you sat up straight in your seat as a familiar blur stormed toward the row you sat at, demanding, “y/n l/n!”
of course, it only could’ve been wilbur soot.
the entire class stopped short to ogle at the tall man now staring down across four students to where you sat in your row. your professor didn’t seem to know what to say in that moment.
“where were you this morning?”
your heart was already racing from all the attention that had suddenly been turned on to you. you racked your brain but you would’ve sworn you had never made plans with wilbur for that morning, had he not been so quick to interrupt you.
“so what, it-it’s one night of hot, searing passion and then you’re gone?” he demanded, voice too loud and too clear throughout the suddenly too small lecture hall. you swore you had never felt so much heat fill your body; you had certainly not spent the night with your best friend.
“wil, wh-”
“oh, save your excuses for tonight!” he yelled out. giggles and murmurs were starting to reach your ears as you started to lift yourself out of your seat. “yeah, we’re still having dinner with my parents, by the way!”
before you could yell at him and protest, the door came crashing open for a second time. “y/n!”
it was technoblade, out of breath and gripping flowers. his vermillion gaze was locked on you and you felt like a deer suddenly in a big, bright headlight. 
“y/n, this can’t be the end for us,” technoblade spoke in his strong, powerful voice and suddenly you hated your friends so, so much. “not when i still feel this way for you.”
“you had your chance, brother!” wilbur yelled down to the longer-haired man.
your professor took this chance to speak up, “gentleman, i do not think this is the space for this dispute-”
technoblade cut him off without a thought, “you’re telling me you’re the better option out of the two of us?”
“i was the first!” wilbur started to descend down the steps again toward his brother. “she never told you about that night in the rain, did she?” that’s when technoblade threw him into a headlock and suddenly they were wrestling on the likely-disgusting carpet of the lecture hall. your classmates were cheering and laughing all around you, but you were absolutely mortified. just when you had buried your face in your hands, the door slammed open for a third time and a whistle blew in the room.
your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw it was tommy, wearing a terribly cheap-looking policeman’s costume with the loud whistle between his lips. did they take him out of school for this?
“you two, break it up!” he yelled dramatically, tearing his brothers off of each other. “no crimes of passion in the university!” they finally broke apart in a fit of suppressed laughter and breathlessness. “see what you’ve done, y/n?” all eyes were on you again. tommy slung his arms over his brothers’ shoulders. “let this be a lesson to you all! never fall for the siren that is y/n l/n!” 
wilbur and tommy bowed as the class cheered and hollered. technoblade nodded at you and threw the bouquet of flowers. one of the guys in front of you caught it and offered it to you. you couldn’t help but let an embarrassed laugh slip as you took the arrangement into your hand. your smile made wilbur and tommy let out a loud cheer and technoblade clap before they scampered out of the class.
you threw your warm face into your hand again as the class’s excitement died down and your professor began, “well..” you heaved a loud sigh that made the girls next to you laugh again. “i think l/n here made friends with too many theater majors..” the class chuckled. “you did know those gents, correct?”
you nodded and gathered up what voice you could, “not as well as they implied, but..” the class broke into more laughter. “yes. they’re my best friends.”
“good, good,” the professor chuckled. “well class, let’s take this as an example of breaking societal norms.” you tuned the professor out again as you willed the embarrassed heat to leave your body, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.
you were going to get those damned boys back.
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prrism · 4 months
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A Visit From…… Dawn of the 16th
Relationships: platonic
Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral
Surprised I came back to this series? Yeah… me too
Two months of war preparations felt more like three years to you and yet it also seemed to zip by like a blur it was almost dizzying. Having many people come in, grab what they need, pay you and leave without much conversation was what most visits came down to nowadays. The only notable things you could pick up on over that time was that Bad and Skeppy along with a few friends established their own faction they called the Badlands, Quackity finally standing up for himself and leaving Schlatt, Dream was happily fanning the flames of war and chaos by telling the Pogtopians about a traitor in their midst and Wilbur was still slowly but surely descending farther into madness. You tried talking and reasoning with Wilbur but it was a harder task to accomplish when he spends most of his time in Pogtopia now. The only people who still came by the most were Fundy, acting as a great assistant collecting ingredients for you, Techno, it still surprises you the amount of materials he brings for his own personal collection of potions. Finally there’s Tommy, at first he didn’t come by that much but he’s started sleeping over at your place again, his excuse being that Pogtopia’s gotten too stuffy feeling for him, you can’t help but feel there might be another reason to it you just couldn’t place what.
Evenings approaching fast and you were packing away the new potions for Wilbur you’d managed to create in these few months, they weren’t exactly “stable” so to say, but Wilbur insisted you deliver them to him. With a sigh you get up and make for the door, jumping slightly at the knock on the other side.
“Can I help you?” You ask, opening the door with slight caution.
“I think that’s the fastest you’ve ever answered me before.” To your shock it’s actually Wilbur at the door.
“Oh! Well… I mean I was about to leave to deliver those potions you wa-”
“You did make those! Wonderful!” He cuts you off, letting himself in.
“Yeah, and I heavily reiterate that they’re still not exactly completed, with all this pushing to finish it I never got around to fully test them. Some might do more then their supposed to and some might now even do anything at all.” You explain.
“Yes, yes. That’s all fine and good, we’ll test it plenty on the field tomorrow.” Wilbur waves off.
“That soon!? I thought you’d take more time to prepare.”
“What and let Schlatt’s forces get the upper hand? Not a chance! The war ends tomorrow, one way or another…” He trails off, an ominous tone lingering in the air for a moment before he shakes himself off. “Well, no better time like the present! I’ll be taking those potions now.” He quickly jumps back to a more chipper tone.
“Wilbur…” You let out a sigh as you finally get his attention. “You shouldn’t… I don’t think…” There was so much you wanted to say but just couldn’t find the words to say it anymore. “After this is done and you guys win, because you will win! You promise you’ll come over and tell me all about it, right?” It goes silent between the two of you for a long time, both of you just staring at the other.
“I… promise…” He says half heartedly. You should’ve stopped Wilbur from walking out the door, should’ve tried harder to reason with him, should’ve kept those potions to yourself… but that wouldn’t make a difference to anything, because both of you already knew his promise was an empty one…
It’s well into the evening and sleep was easily evading you, as you stare blankly at the ceiling. You sigh and get out of bed hoping that grabbing some water might ease your racing mind. Instead a suddenly knock on your door has you’re mind and heart racing at who could possibly be coming by this late.
“Hello?” You open the door with slight caution.
“Just the alchemist I was hoping to talk with.” Dream says, as if he was expecting someone else at the door.
“It’s late so let’s make this quick. What do you want?” You raise an eyebrow his way.
“See this is why I like you,” Dream starts, inviting himself inside. “You’re down to business and to the point, no need to sugarcoat anything.” He casually places his arm around your shoulder. “I’ll make this quick. What side are you giving your support to?” You give him a very confused glance at the question.
“Dream, you know I don’t do the whole ‘choosing sides’ thing.”
“True as that may be its pretty clear who you’re showing more favour towards. I mean heck, you made a whole new potion for Wilbur just because he asked you to. That doesn’t seem like something you do too often.” You feel his eyes bearing into you through the mask.
“What are you getting at? Sure I was able to throw together a sort of portable TnT potion, but the results are still few and far between what I’m usually satisfied with.” You cross your arms unamused.
“Fair enough, but that still doesn’t answer why you’ve heavily limited your services to Manberg. And as a hired hand for Schlatt I’d like to know why.” Dream says with a shrug.
“Forgive me for being hesitant with wanting to continue business with someone who very clearly threatened my life.” You start sarcastically before shifting to a more bitter tone. “And why are you helping Schlatt? It can’t be just because you want to fan the flames of war, you usually want something else out of it.”
“As sharp as ever, I see.” Dream then pulls you closer and looks around as if to check if anyone else was nearby before continuing in a much more hushed tone. “You’re right, Schlatt bought me over with something I just couldn’t refuse.”
“And that would be…?” You trail off, silently cursing yourself for your ever needy curiosity but still hoping for an answer.
“A revival book.” Dream emphasizes, you practically shove him off of you as you step away from him in shock.
“You’re joking, right? Something like that is insanely powerful and rare to boot, there’s no way he actually had one.” You desperately try not to raise your voice, worried it might alert your companions, who were sleeping over in the spare room for the night.
“It’s true… I’ve got it right here.” Dream then pulls out said revival book, as if it wasn’t a big deal to have in his possession in the first place. You stare dumbfounded at the item and can just hear his smirk when he speaks again. “You know, I’m more then happy to share this knowledge with you… so long as you’re willing to return the favour.” This somewhat breaks you out of your shocked trance, finally catching on to why he was so open about the book with you.
“You know what? I’m good. You keep your secret knowledge and I’ll keep mine.” You decline as gently as you could.
“Well it was worth a shot.” Dream just gives a shrug. “While I’m here, you mind if I grab a few potions for the road? All for personal use, I promise.”
“So long as you can pay for it.” You’re quick to jump into business mode. Dream nods, grabs what he needs and hands you a fair amount of emeralds and gold to pay for it before he’s out the door. Maybe now you could catch some sleep…
You never did catch any sleep, with so much rattling around your head paired with the new information that Dream had a revival book you just couldn’t get to sleep. The first rays of the dawn shone through your window, your house was extra quiet today, everyone had already left for the finally battle between Pogtopia and Manberg. You, of course, were taking no part in the fight but stay home wasn’t helping ease your nerves so you decide to stretch your legs and go for a walk.
The autumn air was crisp as you walk though the forest surrounding the area, doing anything and everything to calm your racing mind. The cad of some crows didn’t exactly help the situation tho, making you look up at the birds sitting amongst the branches. Now you weren’t entirely one for superstition, however the sudden appearance of so many crows in the area certainly left an uneasy feeling in your gut. That’s when you saw a large murder of crows flocking around a specific area up ahead, part of you wanting to turn back and head home the other part pushing you forward to investigate this strange occurrence.
As you draw closer to the area swarmed with the dark feathered birds you come to a complete halt when you see someone walking casually among them, heading towards Manberg. It wouldn’t have struck you as too odd, after all you’ve met many interesting characters before, but the large crow-like wings were a bit off putting, you just couldn’t place why until you remembered the old tales of a man chosen by Death herself to be her champion. There was no way this was that exact angel… was it? You don’t get time to think to much on it when the cawing of another crow catches your attention, this was staring at you, you stare right back which makes it let out another loud caw before swooping down and snatching a piece of gold from your pocket.
“Wha- hey!” You try to catch the bird but it dodges you and flies off. “Little thief.” You huff to yourself. You take in your surroundings again noticing the man you saw earlier was nowhere in sight now, not sure if that was a good or bad thing you decide you’ve had enough fresh air and head back home.
“There’s a saying, by a traitor… It was never meant to be…”
You’ve never felt so jumpy in your life, first you couldn’t sleep thinking about everyone involved with the war, then Dream revealing the book, now it was the possible sighting of the Angel of Death, while you still weren’t sure if you were just hallucinating it also couldn’t just be some coincidence. You felt ready to explode from all this anxiety, seems you weren’t the only one as a loud yet distant explosion is heard, enough to bring a slight shake to your home. Instantly your out the door, booking it in the direction of L’Manberg, stopping by the edge of a cliff that overlooks the little country… or what was left of it anyways.
“Oh Wilbur,” you sigh discouraged, “what did you do…”
I regret nothing
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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year
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SBI with a reader that doesn't like physical touch
TW: N/A
A/N: we need more hype for people who don't like being touched it's unreal
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CC!TommyInnit (platonic)
In all fairness, sometimes he forgets
He sometimes goes to hug you or something but immediately stops when he remembers and apologises
He doesn't make a big deal out of it - the second you tell him that you don't like hugs, he says "okay" and respects that
He's absolutely curious as to why, but he doesn't ask
He doesn't think it's his place to ask, and he's completely fine with the fact that it's not his business
If you choose to tell him, he's more than happy to listen
It doesn't matter if it's due to past trauma, hypochondria or just that you don't like that sort of affection, he's there to listen and won't judge you
If, at some point, you were to decide that you're okay with it, he'll be excited but he'll be trying so hard not to overwhelm you with it
CC!Wilbur Soot (platonic or romantic)
Definitely respects it
He has days where he doesn't want people to touch him, so he can relate sometimes
You have other ways to bond, like talking and just spending time in each other's vicinity
Doesn't ask why and doesn't care, all he needs to know is that he shouldn't touch you
If you do tell him though, he'll be so honoured that you trust him that much
Very validating, if you say something like "I'm sorry, it's pathetic/stupid" he will immediately shut that down
C!Technoblade (platonic)
He totally understands, he doesn't like physical touch either
Will literally only touch you if someone's life is on the line
and even then he'd apologise when you're back to safety
Finds other ways of showing affection, through gifts or words
Will never ask why you don't like being touched, whether he wants to know or not
NEVER.
Refuses to do anything that would push your boundaries
CC!Philza (platonic)
Very understanding
Doesn't bother asking - or even wondering - why, he just accepts it without question
If he meets up with you but doesn't know about it, he might go to hug you but stop when he sees your expression
Apologises afterwards
Tries not to make a big deal out of it if he does forget, especially if you don't like making it into a big thing
Makes sure other people know about it, but tries to make it subtle
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imaginesfreetotake · 2 years
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Imagine being apart of the Dsmp Vidcon panel
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listenheresweaty · 1 year
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REVIVEBUR X READER (and Tommy, Platonically) PART TWO
This is still terrible and long. I have very little motivation
part 3 out soon
Rating: PG-13
It was raining the day that Tommy decided to invite Wilbur to dinner. He had tolerated Wilbur's presence at your house before, but that had been mostly outside, while the two of you had been growing your mushroom garden.
Wilbur had been only slightly annoying that day: no real taunts, only vague attempts to get Tommy to leave you. And a storm was brewing, so Tommy and you decided that Wilbur might as well stay there for dinner.
Wilbur was ecstatic. Finally some progress. Delusional, he was convinced that he'd be able to get Tommy to come with him-- his brother, family by blood.
So he got worse. A mixture of desperation, exhilaration of being supposedly so close to his goal and the strange, unwelcome and warm feeling that swelled in his chest when he saw a third bowl of mushroom stew placed on the table-- the dizzying, borderline terrifying feeling of belonging in such a peaceful, domestic scene that set off alarm bells in his head, telling him that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.
As Wilbur got more... well, toxic, Tommy's face soured more and more, clearly regretting his decision.
You tried to get Wilbur to shut up and just enjoy the meal, but the interference on your part only incensed him further. He snapped at you, which led to Tommy snapping at him.
Which of course, ended with an argument between the brothers, Wilbur questioning Tommy's loyalty.
"Tommy, I'll ask you this one last time. Do you see me as your brother? Do you? 'Cause you're not acting like it!" Wilbur asked.
Tommy's face twisted, but said nothing.
"Do you?" Wilbur repeated, glaring at him sternly.
But Tommy said nothing, only clenched his jaw, looking close to tears.
Slowly, the creases in Wilbur's faces smoothed, as if something was dawning on him. He stared at his younger brother with a slack expression.
Then, Wilbur grabbed his jacket and turned to leave, and Tommy fled in the opposite direction, locking himself inside his room.
You tried to intercept Wilbur and get him to stay, but he shook you off, gaze trained on the door as he avoided looking you in the face. He stormed out.
You retreated and wandered to Tommy's room and knocked quietly. No response. You heard him sniffle somewhere inside.
To be clear: Tommy still loves Wilbur. It's a mix of childish pride, doubt, and hurt that keeps him from saying it out loud. Tommy may be Wilbur's brother, but is Wilbur his?
After a few minutes, a click echoes through the hallway as Tommy opens his door. You hold out your arms and Tommy collapses against you, trembling but not crying. Somehow, he's too tired to cry.
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Wilbur doesn't return for two weeks.
You finally manage to get Tommy to leave the house and get his mind off things. Tommy organizes a camping trip with Tubbo and Ranboo, and goes to spend the weekend in the woods (you secretly message Philza and ask him to watch over them).
This leaves only you in the house. Although you had grown accustomed to solitude during your life, Tommy's absence leaves the house feeling almost foreign, too silent.
All the lights are off, except the ones in the kitchen, where you're hunched over the counter, scrutinizing your architectural plans for an expansion towards the cliffside. You were making some edits on the placement of the staircase when you heard a resounding thump from somewhere behind you.
you glance around the darkness surrounding the dimly-lit kitchen. As your eyes adjust, you spot the dark blue square of the window amongst the blackness, the sparse light of the moon making the outside world vaguely visible as you approached to peer out.
A clang, this time farther away. You caught sight of the shed door opening, and a tall, lanky figure stumbling inside.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Slipping on your jacket and shoes, you marched outside, swinging the shed door open with a frown on your face.
You were met with a very drunk, very distraught Wilbur Soot having an emotional breakdown on the floor of your gardening shed, right next to your fertilizer.
You stared. "What...?" You didn't finish your sentence. You honestly didn't know how, there were so many things to be asked.
What are you doing here? What's wrong? What are you drinking, can I have some? What in the world inspired you to come here, of all places?
The man squinted up at you (although you doubted he could really comprehend what he was seeing) reproachfully.
"This shed is full of fucking rusted nails." He manages through shaky and slurred speech. "Don't you pay attention to what state your home is in? You should care more, you know, now that you're responsible for T--" He cuts himself off.
"Shed renovations are on my to-do list, don't worry." You mumble. "...He cares about you, you know?"
He knew who you were talking about.
You continue. "He misses you, truly. He's just a little fragile--"
"You think I don't know that???? You think I haven't seen what has happened to him, what I've--- what has been done to him? Do you think I'm blind?" Wilbur lashes out almost convulsively. He clenches his jaw, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. You frown and kneel down in front of him, grabbing his hands to make stop before he starts bleeding. He trembles but doesn't pull away, eyes fixed on the ground between you. After a moment, you let go, moving to sit back.
Wilbur takes a swig of the bottle tucked in his trenchcoat--you hadn't even noticed it.
"if you keep this up, you'll end up six feet under again." You warned him gently.
"well, maybe I should, huh?" he rasped, spitting out this statement before he had much time to think. His eye twitched and he lapsed into silence once again. He continued to glare at you, as if challenging you to say something. When you didn't say anything, he spoke again, as if the words were being drawn out of him against his will
"Maybe I should---- maybe---" he wouldn't finish his sentence, his breath was getting shallower, hands shaking. He laughed, a bitter, wet sound that devolved back into sobbing
You look at this pathetic, skrunkly disaster of a man.
And you scooch beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Wilbur slumps weakly against your shoulder, too drunk to remember that he's supposed to hate you. Maybe he's even forgotten who he's talking to. All he knows is that there is something there, something warm, something that isn't a train station bench or the clouded, wary gazes of people who used to be his allies.
You hold him a bit tighter, smoothing his hair with one hand. He's limp in your hold, trembling. He's so quiet you wouldn't even know he was crying if it wasn't for your jacket getting wetter as he pressed his face into your shoulder and sobbed. When he seemed to have calmed down the slightest bit, you asked him how far away his house was. It took him a while to register the question.
He shook is head, face still buried against your shoulder. He slurs, saying that he doesn't have a house.
"The Burger Van, then?"
"Th..that's at th' LLas Nevadas bord'r.."
"Do you want to stay here for the night? Or maybe find a room to rent in the nearby village?"
It took him even longer to respond to this question, and you had begun to wonder if he had fallen asleep.
"Wilbur?"
"...village." he murmurs.
You nod and pry yourself away from him, helping him stand. It's a short walk to the village, and the innkeeper asks no questions. You lead him to a small room-- one bed, one window and a vase with some dried-up plant-- and plop him onto the bed. He drops like a sack of flour, passed out cold on top of the sheets. You slip a blanket over him and place a bucket and towel next to the bedside (the hangover would probably get him sick).
You bid your goodbyes to the apathetic innkeeper and head back home.
Tommy arrives from his camping trip a day and a half later, abuzz with excitement and energy. He thrums like a live wire, yammering nonstop about how they found a beehive in the forest and created a cult with Tubbo as their leader, committed some light arson, ate some acrons (with the shell, obviously).
"I nearly drowned. I fell in the river and Tubbo's arms were too short to reach me, and obviously Ranboo's too much of a pussy to go into the water. Thank god for big man Philza Minecraft, he appeared out of literally nowhere and pulled me out. 10/10 would recommend Mr. Minecraft as a lifeguard. Best man for a near death experience."
"Hmm." You aren't able to get many words in, and settle for just listening to the boy rant as the two of you meander down a path to visit Snowchester.
"I've been waiting for Tubbo to ask me to become Michael's godfather." Tommy says. "How sick would that be? I'd make a great mob boss. Of course, people wouldn't come to me on the day of daughter's wedding because it would be my wedding, to my many wives--"
"Uh--"
"Oh, look Ranboo's over there! What a bitch. He gets even uglier up close, believe it or not."
"I--"
Tommy ran off to harass his friend. You sighed and leaned against a tree. You watched over them for a while, occasionally pausing to chat with the travelers that would pass by on the road: Puffy and Niki, Foolish, Purpled.
Eventually, you heard the footsteps approach and then falter. You glanced over and made eye-contact with Wilbur. He looked pale and sickly, squinting in the sunlight, clearly not able to handle the light in his hungover state.
He stares in silence, a distant frown on his face. You expect him to say something snarky, but instead he turns his gaze back to the road, and wordlessly continues on his way.
iill make part 3 soon i swear
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canonically-a-genloser · 10 months
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platonic!Ranboo x reader blurb!! end of the school year drabble thingy yippee :D
this is the first one I've done in a while, for those of you who may not have seen my update a few weeks ago it's been a ride but I'm learning how to be productive again and I'm very proud of myself today despite some stress I went through, I'm working towards getting my life back on track :]
ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLES AND ON WITH THE FIC/HEADCANONS/WHATEVER THIS MAY END UP BEING, REMEMBER TO STAY HYDRATED AS WELL AS YOU'RE ABLE AND REMEMBER YOU ARE LOVED <3
no pronouns for reader are used besides you/yours!
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"Y/n!" Ranboo called from behind you, evidently out of breath from running.
You turned to face them, forgetting for a moment how tall they really were. They had grown a lot physically the past year, you thought vaguely as you made eye contact with them.
"Hey," they said, far more quietly than they had been speaking. "So it's summer now, huh?" They paused for a breath. "Never thought I'd miss.. y'know.." he waved at the school. "Anyway. It's just- I don't think I'll be coming back."
Your heart nearly stopped. "What?"
"It's not bad, it's not bad."
You couldn't stop yourself from thinking of every possibility as they paused, seemingly trying to figure out how to explain.. whatever this was to you. Was he okay? Were they going to move? Change schools?
"So- remember the restaurant jobs that kinda just all fell through?" they asked in a low tone.
You nodded hesitantly. What would that have to do with school-
"I've started.. kind of a job? Like- yeah, it's a job, I'm just-" they paused and sighed. "I started making YouTube videos. And- it's doing like, really unbelievably well."
A moment of silence reigned. They looked anxiously into your eyes, silently begging you to react.
"It's okay," you said, putting a hand on their arm in an attempt at comforting them. "It's just- you're sure it's enough that you won't need to come back?"
They nodded, sure of themselves this time. "It is. I know that much."
You started walking slowly, barely registering where you were headed. They really weren't coming back to school, then. They just didn't need it. There wouldn't be anything to look forward to next school year. You wouldn't see them on the daily next year. You wouldn't get to sit in the library together during study hall anymore. You wouldn't get to play Sticks with them during boring classes. You wouldn't get to make dumb jokes at each other over nothing anymore.
You should've had two more years.
You should've had your best friend right there with you until the two of you graduated and after that, even.
"Hey," their voice broke into your thoughts. "You're not mad, right?"
You looked up at them, tears you hadn't noticed before ready to spill down your cheeks. "No, no, I'm not mad, never mad, just-" you couldn't look them in the eyes anymore. You barely trusted your voice to crack. "I'm gonna miss you. So, so much."
Their arms wrapped around you almost instantly. It was warmth, it was love, it was home, you didn't want him to let go-
"Y/n," they said in the most gentle tone you'd ever heard them use, "this doesn't mean you and me are gonna change, okay? I know this is a lot. I'm scared too. Just please.. try to trust me? We can keep in touch and everything, this doesn't mean we'll never see each other," they reassured you. "Maybe I could introduce you to some of my new friends? I don't mind streaming with you," they offered.
You looked up, a playful smile barely beginning to break through the tears. "It's a deal then," you said. "I'm still making you help with Spanish homework though."
A half-pretend groan escaped the taller as the two of you began walking towards the bus for the last time that spring.
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SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy
PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader
REQUESTED | no
WORD COUNT | 1.1k+
AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever
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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.
"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.
"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"
"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.
"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.
"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."
"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"
"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.
"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.
"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.
"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.
It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.
"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."
You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.
"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.
"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.
"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.
"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."
Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.
"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.
"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."
"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."
Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.
You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.
It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.
"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.
"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"
Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.
"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."
"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.
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