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wimbledonsoot · 2 years

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- to win the heart of an artist - (c!eret - drabble)

inspired by this prompt: 52. A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B’s desk.

eret and you have been friends since before you can remember, but things change, all prompted by a simple sketch

trigger warnings: kissing, cursing, mild lime (mild, mild, mild, so NOT nsfw), friends to lovers, suggestive content, mentions of weaponry such as knives and swords, mentions of blood, reader is head of the guard under eret's rule so that's normal

also i used all pronouns for eret in this piece and it switches a lot, so if you don't like that don't read :)

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Eret didn't know what they'd expected to find when hunting through your desk for a piece of paper regarding a new bill that she planned to pass, but she sure hadn't though they'd find this.

A small sketch, of him, hands on his crown as they posed for a royal painting. A larger version was currently being hung up in the main hallway, but the style in which you'd drawn him was beautiful and much rougher. The idea of it, the idea that you'd spent time on her and rendered her likeness to such a degree sent butterflies soaring through his stomach.

When was he going to tell you?

They'd been in love with you for as long as they could remember, but they'd been denying it for longer still. The way your face twisted up into a smile every time they said your name or how you always, somehow, managed to beat them at sparing was fascinating. There were so many things he loved about you.

The door being closed drove her out of her thoughts, and they blushed as they saw you standing in the doorway. Your smile was bright, if a bit confused.

"Your majesty," you greeted, bowing slightly.

He smiled, "Captain."

"May I perhaps inquire as to what you are doing?" You asked.

Eret wanted to answer, but their mind just... blanked with the way you were smiling. It was a small smirk, a small thought, a small cheeky little grin. It sent his heart beating a wild pace against his chest and it made her feel so in love.

They coughed. "Sorry. I uh... was looking for some papers regarding the bill."

He limply held up the drawing in his hand, before realising that that was in fact the drawing you'd made of him.

You blushed in tune to each other.

"Oh."

Eret searched for something to say and only came up with: "It's pretty."

Your cheeks got redder. "Thanks."

Eret didn't know what to say. Should they confess? It seemed like the right time... and they'd been keeping it bottled up for so long...

"Do you want to get a coffee?" You blurted out, and Eret's eyes widened. It seems they didn't have to do the work. They could always trust their Captain. "Like at Niki's, you know, cause she knows us and stuff," you continued, "It's fine if you don't want to..."

"Romantically?" Eret asked, making sure.

You nodded hastily, a blush still coating your cheeks, making them a pretty shade of pink.

Eret stepped forward.

You, handily did too.

And with that, you kissed.

It was soft, yet passionate, but not in that way where one feels they might be overwhelmed. As you slowly seperated, Eret whispered against your lips: "I'd love to get coffee."

He could feel your blush against his skin as he leant in for another kiss.

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starlitt · 2 years

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C!ERET ILY AND AM SCARED FOR THE MOMENT YOU REALIZE WHAT HAPPENED WHEN WILBUR WENT TO POGTOPIA

//mentions of c!fundy’s death, suicide

Eret didn’t expect to see anyone at this hour, but yet again, they came to realize nothing ever seemed to go as planned upon arriving to these lands.

“Wilbur, I didn’t expect to see you back so soon-”

“You lied to me.”

Oh. “What?”

The revived man stiffened and Eret swore she saw his eyebrow twitch. Did something happen?

“Oh don’t act dumb, you knew Niki wouldn’t be there!” Wilbur took a step forward. Eret found himself backing up.

“You knew Niki hated that place—I even knew that—but you told me she was there! And so I go, because I want to apologize but I arrive and she’s not there.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But do you wanna know who was?”

“Fundy.” Eret didn’t know who said it first but that didn’t seem to matter, because here he was now standing in front of a man who’s looked like he lost everything.

“How- how’d it go? With Fundy I mean.”

Wilbur looked at him like he was mad then laughed. A forced, bitter laugh. The sound made Eret cringe.

“How did it go you say?” Another step forward, another step back, it was a terrible dance Eret has unfortunately gotten themselves into. “He wanted nothing to do with me! He told me he didn’t want to be near me, to leave him alone and…”

Eret suddenly feared the worst, no longer listening to what Wilbur was saying in fear of hearing what he so dreaded to hear but then Wilbur’s voice suddenly softened and he heard it.

“He jumped.” Eret felt his chest tighten, squeezing out all the air left in their lungs as the following words made her head spin. “He jumped off the ledge into the crater and now I don’t even know if he’s gone or not. He says he’s moved far away, packed up his life and left, but even if he respawned somewhere I don’t know where he is.”

Eret watched as the revived man crumbled to the ground. Watched as the man who always wanted to be on top fell straight to the ground.

“Why did you lie? Why? You said it would be Niki, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Would you have still gone if I did?” Eret didn’t say it out loud, though, he had a feeling Wilbur already knew that was what’s waiting on the tip of her tongue.

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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When you cup their face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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minkyungseokie · 26 days

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Influencers

All my favorite YouTube and TikTok influencers that are rarely written about!

Arthurtv

Arthur Frederick, better known online as Arthur TV, is a Jersey commentary YouTuber known for his entertaining commentary and calm.

Wroetoshaw

Harold "Harry" Christopher George Lewis better known online as W2S (short for Wroetoshaw), is a Guernsey-British YouTuber known for his FIFA Draft and Pack videos. He is also widely known for his real-life challenges with his family and friends. Harry is one of the seven members of the Sidemen.

TBJZL

Tobit John "Tobi" Brown better known online as TBJZL (short for Tobjizzle), is an English YouTuber best known for his FIFA gaming videos. He is a member of the Sidemen.

Jake Webber

Jake Webber is an American YouTuber and musician who uploads vlogs, music, and challenge videos. He is also known for his quick-cutting videos. He also has a live channel where he often uploads food videos.

Fundy

Floris Damen better known online as Fundy (also known as ItsFundy and FFundage), is a Dutch YouTuber and Twitch streamer known for his alterations and videos about the game Minecraft.

George Clarkey

George Arthur Clarke better known online as George Clarkey, is an English YouTuber and TikToker, best known for his funny commentary & reaction videos about trending topics. He has co-hosted the popular podcast The Useless Hotline Podcast

ChrisMD

Christopher Michael Dixon better known online as ChrisMD , is a Jersey YouTuber best known for his football challenges and FIFA pack opening videos.,He lives in London, England, United Kingdom.

Corpse Husband

Corpse Husband also known as CORPSE, is an American YouTuber and musician from San Diego, California, United States. He is best known for his deep, distinguishable voice and playing Among Us with other YouTubers and Twitch streamers, along with his horror narrations.

Disguised Toast

Jeremy Wang better known online as Disguised Toast (or simply Toast), is an Taiwanese-born Canadian gaming YouTuber and Twitch streamer who mainly makes content around League of Legends and Among Us on both platforms.

Sykkuno

Thomas better known online as Sykkuno is an American YouTuber, live streamer, and former Twitch streamer who is mainly known for his gaming content.

The Eret

Alastair better known online as Eret (also known as TheEret), is an English gaming YouTuber known for playing Minecraft on YouTube and Twitch.

Spifey

George "Geo" Anderson better known online as Spifey, is an English Minecraft gaming YouTube channel that shows off older versions of the game. Some of the content on Spifey's channel include listening to certain annoying songs to win money for a long period of time with users of Minecraft on the servers and trolling his friends with cursed Minecraft mods

Skeppy

Zak Ahmed better known online as Skeppy, is an American YouTuber known for his Minecraft challenge videos involving numerous contestants and his collaborations with fellow YouTuber BadBoyHalo.

Quackity

Alexis "Alex" Maldonado better known online as Quackity (formerly QuackityHQ), is a Mexican YouTuber and Twitch streamer known for playing the video game Minecraft and his raid videos.

kennysong

Kenny Song is a famous TikTok star, Instagram star, and food influencer from the US. He shares Asian cuisine and simple meal and snack options. He also posts shorts videos alongside his cooking videos

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sivyera · 2 years

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Httyd characters reacting to you winning the dragon races

ft. hiccup, eret, snotlout, fishlegs, tuffnut, astrid, ruffnut

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Power - Little Mix

A/N: In this headcanon is Stoick still alive. And I love this!

pictures are not mine

⤷ Hiccup

-Hiccup would be so proud of you. He would look at you with in awe. And he would be maybe little surprised because every time he participates in race he wins. His father would be proud of you as well. After you win he would run to you, hug you by your waist and showers your face with kisses. He would spend the rest of the day with you, telling you how amazing, cool and hot you were!

⤷ Eret

-Eret wasn't really interested in dragon races but when he starts dating you he was on every race of yours. He is in the crowd, cheering for you and at the end when is the black sheep released he is cheering for you even more. Now he's leaning against the railing shouting words of encouragement, for example: 'You got it babe' 'That's my girlfriend, you see how good she is!'. Your fan number 1!

⤷ Snotlout

-It would probably hurt his ego a bit but when he saw your smile and how excited you were he couldn't help but smile. His ego disappeared for a while and he was happy for you. Hookfang punched him with his tail a little in a sign to say something. He yelled at you with smile something like 'good job babe'. But he made a bet with you, if he wins next race, you would have to brush Hookfang's teeth.

⤷ Fishlegs

-Fishlegs would be very very happy. You were brave and so cool. And you and your dragon are such a good team. He would prefer your win against his own. Because he doesn't have to win. He would try protect you when is Snoutlout trying to take you a sheep by bumping into him with Meatlug.

⤷ Tuffnut

-Tuffnut would help you with winning. Of course he wants to win but he wants Ruffnut to lose. He is always pulling Belch's head to other side from the sheep or when Ruffnut is trying to stole a sheep from you he sabotage it somehow. Ruffnut is always so pissed about it but what she can do. She can punch Tuffnut multiple times for ruining their chance to win but Tuff can take it. For you.

⤷ Astrid

-Astrid is stubborn and competitive so she wouldn't let you win easily. It's always a competition between you two and the one who wins would give the one who lose some punishment like washing winners dragon or no kisses or swimming in cold water. But you always have so much fun which Astrid love the most. But she would be proud of you!

⤷ Ruffnut

-Ruffnut is competitive as Astrid but it isn't hard to beat her. She and Tuff are always arguing so when they are not paying attention you can stole their sheep. Ruff would be pissed and surprised but when she notice that you were the one who stole their sheep, she would calm down. You can stole a sheep from her whenever you want. Because when she is in love with you she will lose to you gladly.

#Httyd characters reacting to you winning the dragon race #httyd dragon racing #httyd dragon race #httyd you win dragon race #httyd imagine #httyd x reader #httyd headcanons #httyd hiccup #httyd 2 #httyd 2 x reader #httyd 2 dragon races #httyd 2 hiccup x reader #httyd 2 tuffnut x reader #httyd 2 ruffnut x reader #httyd 2 snotlout x reader #httyd 2 astrid x reader #httyd 2 eret x reader #httyd 2 fishlegs x reader

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spacebar2 · 2 months

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Eret but more silly.

Versions below

I think Eret would be really good at the nae nae for some reason.

It does look kinda unfinished because it is, but I'm tired,, so ., , toodles.

#dsmp #eret fanart #dsmp eret #I'm a big fan of the rainbows #explodes #space's silly art #They look like how I'd imagine ice-space royalty would look like #Mainly a shadow study

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itsonlydana · 2 years

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

DSMP CHARACTERS CONFESSING DRUNK

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

words: 6k

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

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

important links: rules + masterlist

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

FOOLISH:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you like to dance?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you."

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

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

ERET:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What if I'm not fast enough?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was truly pathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WILBUR:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged your shoulders. "Do I?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SCHLATT:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I must say, you've outdone yourself"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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griffintail · 1 year

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Lost Ones Halloween

I managed my brain to write something! They're more like headcanons of what the Lost Ones (With some special guests) would dress as for Halloween. It's just some cute shit for you guys. K! BYE!

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Tommy

(F/L) would dress up just like Tommy in his suit, calling herself Little Trusty and try to trick people into giving her more candy. Tommy would be very proud.

Wilbur

Star would still dress in her L'Manberg uniform but she'd care around a book with Declaration of Indepdance printed on the front and a guitar on her back. Wilbur would be honored by his little girl and make sure she'd get plenty of treats.

Technoblade

Little Blade would dress as Athena (her favorite goddess). Techno would praise her choice and take her out. Though he wasn't really welcomed in the countries, no one was willing to tell him no when he'd lead his little girl in with an axe on his shoulder.

Philza

Phil would be surprised by Angel's choice as she'd be dressed as his goddess. (Techno giving her no influence or help whatsoever. Nope!) Though he'd smile widely at the choice and defend her choice as they went out. He was sure Kristen loved it just as much as him.

Ghostbur

Blue would wear a blue sheep costume and Ghostbur would not stop squealing with joy as he looked at his little girl. It was just perfect and adorable! Her cuteness didn't affect just him either and she most certainly got the best and most treats. (Which she split with Tommy).

Eret

She was already a princess! She wanted to be something different, so instead she put on a cape and crown, calling herself a king instead. Eret would grin and promise she'd make the best king one day. She most certainly felt like a king with the amount of treats she got.

Dream

She was a bit embarrassed with her costume as Dream managed to make time to be there for her. He would stand shocked as she was in a perfect outfit making her look like him. Eventually, he'd tell her he loved it before even giving her a sword to match his as well. No one would dare give less than what she deserved.

Tubbo

Lamb would dress as a bee. Tubbo would keep her on his shoulders all night, letting her "fly around" as they went out trick or treating.

Ranboo

Boo would dress as an enderman. To help her complete her perfect outfit, Ranboo let her have some ender pearls but had her swear to not throw them too far from him. She had fun the entire night and when she accidentally break his rule, Ranboo didn't have the heart to scold her.

Fundy

Kit and Fundy had the perfect plan for mischief! She dressed up as a baby zombie and scared people the entire night, while also making sure to score plenty of treats. (It's alright if a few were someone else's)

Quackity

Duckling dressed as well as duck! Quackity would be unsure about the costume at first but she looked too adorable to say no to. He could never say no to her.

Schlatt

Ram hadn't really planned on going out, but when Schlatt took her out to get an outfit to go out the day before, she was thrilled and knew exactly what she wanted to be. When she came out in a suit, Schlatt was confused until she said she was dressed as the best president, him. Damn it! She had to stop making him feel soft!

Awesamdude

Creeper had thought about dressing as a creeper but thought of one better. She dressed as a prison guard and when Sam would ask her why, she told him so she could go to work with him instead since he was going to work that night. He had planned on letting Sam Nook take her, but, he could afford one night off instead.

Foolish

Pup would dress as a shark. Foolish would absolutely love it and if she didn't get nearly enough as he thought she deserved, he'd make sure she'd get it.

#mcyt oneshots #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #ghostbur x reader #eret x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #fundy x reader #dream x reader #foolish x reader #quackity x reader #schlatt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #awesamdude x reader

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milqueandsugar · 1 year

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Could you make headcannons for a reader who is chronically up late at the same times, not by choice, and how it is with different SMP members? Niki and Eret are preferred, but I'm okay with any others.

Also can I be 🌺 anon? If that's taken could I be 🧃?

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of war

Welcome 🧃!

| Eret |

He doesn't mind much at first, to each their own

They quite enjoy their beauty sleep but if you were comfortable staying up late they weren't going to drag you kicking and screaming

That was until they caught on that perhaps your sleeping schedule was more out of your hands then he suspected

They bring it up, casually of course, and with much grace

You complain about your sleepless nights, nightmares of wars both won and lost keeping you up if your work isn't

And suddenly they are very invested in your sleep

"You should try this tea hun, it's supposed to help you sleep."

"Oh? Where'd you get this from?"

"Found it pushed away in the pantry, not sure if it works but it certainly tastes good."

The tea was fine, it certainly did make you sleepy, when you searched for R the next morning however you find the tag that went along with it

You aren't entirely sure why your lover is being so secretive about their concern for your health, to be honest you find it a little silly, but if they keep this up you might truly get a night's sleep in their arms, which is really what you want.

| Niki |

Old habits die hard, or so you heard

You never thought yourself a creature of habit, the countless wars made you adaptable and quick to change

But now you've settled down with you're lovely wife, and you've come to realize that years of conflict have perhaps left a mark on you

Nights, weeks, years sleeping with an eye open have made any breeze outside an enemy, any breath stirring you from any sleep you can catch, it makes a night in the bed of your lover a purgatory

Despite the lovely view she is you just want to sleep.

Niki catches on to your troubles quickly, a few times you've even stirred her awake

You first begin sleeping in separate beds, but then you were not only awake but awake, miserable and lonely, so you came crawling back quite quickly

Next was exercise, surely if your body was tired you would have to konk out

Yet no matter how hard you put your back into your chores, or some.. activities with your wife, had brought you any rest

Eventually you caved and tried a salve, the medicine was bitter and chalky but it worked

Niki found ways to bake it into your dinner and baked goods, which made it far more bareable and for once, it was your lover kept awake by you're snoring

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #eret x reader #eret x y/n #eret x you #nihachu x you #nihachu x y/n #nihachu x reader

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wimbledonsoot · 2 years

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- coming out -

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

jschlatt

he would be so supportive istg

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

twitter has a field day

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

its amazing

fantastic really

entirely schlatt style

wilbur soot

hahaha

talk about funny

makes the gay jokes

makes the 'that's homophobic jokes'

older brother vibes

gets merch

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

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

philza minecraft

he's such a dad it's so pure

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

so respectful

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

enlists the help of wilbur and tommy

the latter will cuss anyone out

CROWFATHER

makes dad jokes

is wholesome

typical dadza

tommyinnit

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

it will be dumb

but meant nicely

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

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

twitter shall fear you

also gets a pride flag

actually, he steals wilburs

its hilarious

hashtag wholesome sbi

very nice and good

technoblade

pretty indifferent

like he's not going to act differently or anything

he's just going to be typical technoblade

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

it will be funny however

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

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

very funny

but if anyone hates on you-

blood for the blood god, is all im saying

chat will get maaaddd and so will techno

eret

ah yes

she will be with you every step of the way

holding your hand

smiling

kicking people's asses

you guys are known as queer duo

gay besties

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

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

they will be super supportive

sibling energy

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Relaxing together

Dream: His go-to is to sit and talk while you both play games. Sometimes you'll work on your own things in the same room or he'll play some music while you talk. There's just something about the easy-going atmosphere and easy conversation that puts him in a mood that's just... perfect.

Sapnap: Loves to spend time together, watch movies, do challenges like building Ikea furniture or do other crafts together. He also enjoys playing video games together even if he had to teach you, going to amusement parks, and doing laser tag and stuff. He also loves to cook and bake together simply to dance around in the kitchen with you or make a big mess while getting dirty then touching you.

George: Definitely cuddling up and watching your favorite movies or tv shows like Harry Potter or Doctor Who, playing Minecraft together, and spending time in the outside just being together and enjoying each other’s company is his favorite way to relax.

Wilbur: Loves to just watch tv show or movie with them on the couch. It’s a very simple night out, but he loves it because you always end up laughing. He also loves a good dinner date and then maybe a fun activity to end the night.

Fundy: Sometimes we just sit in your shared space, you have really nice comfy couches along with soft plushy pillows and fuzzy blankets to make forts with and you'll just talk about whatever's on your mind and be in each other's presence for a while.

Karl: Relaxing with his partner would probably have to be watching a series together but not continuing on without the other since he'll act petty or just hanging out together. Your pretty simple people, so being in each other’s company while doing nothing is so nice.

Eret: Loves spending time with you doing anything, watching a movie, going for some food, or going for a walk. It’s always the small things that make them the happiest. Your partner Eret's rock.

Foolish: A nice hot bath with some calming music or a podcast you both love to listen too is always really nice and a way to get rid of stress, or if that isn’t possible then just having a nice sit down with you and cuddling and talking about your day is very relaxing and can make a big difference with how stressed you feel.

Niki: Loves when you both get to a place to relax. After a long day, you'll listen to some chill music with some coffee and do some puzzles together or some board games. Sometimes, she gets you to play video games and watches you while cheering you on. But the best way for her is when your both listening to music together, and just get lost in it, and loves to just lay there peacefully with each other and enjoy each other's company.

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

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peearrdee · 1 year

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okay so dsmp!wilbur absolutely fell ass first out of a tree more than once and had to ask Fundy to go get someone right

#imagining Tommy Sally and Eret looking at him like “Wilbur we left you alone for an hour how did this happen”#wilbur

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sivyera · 2 years

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Httyd characters seeing you in their clothes

ft. hiccup, tuffnut, eret, snotlout, astrid, ruffnut

⤷ Hiccup

Hiccup was in his workroom working on new tail for Toothless when he heard your steps. He didn't turn to look at you but it was past a midnight so who else would be in his house. 'It's late darling, you should go to sleep' he said. You hugged him from behind and that was the moment when he saw sleeve from his green t-shirt. He turns to look at you and saw you in his t-shirt. 'Come to the bed with me, I will help you with this tomorrow.' you said. Hiccup was still admiring you but nod and kiss your forehead. 'You should wear it more often you look cute.' he said before going in a bed with you.

⤷ Tuffnut

You were with Ruffnut babysitting Meatlug's babies because she had toothache so Fishlegs took her to Gobber. And you both were dirty when you come back into her house because babysitting those demons isn't easy. You decided to change but you didn't have a spare clothes. So Ruffnut gave you some shirt. When you changed you heard Ruffnut yelling at someone. You came to her to see what's happening and saw Tuffnut who was searching for his shirt and when he turn to yell back at his sister, he freeze. You have his t-shirt and you looked super cute. A smirk show up on his face when he said: 'Never mind, you look better in it anyways, cutie.'

⤷ Eret

It was cold outside and when it's cold weather at Berk, it's freezing inside the house. Eret was helping some viking with his ship but he should be back in a few minutes. You were freezing, you had socks and t-shirt with long sleeves but it wasn't enough. You saw Eret's bear fur so you decided to put it on because it looked very warm. After a few minutes Eret came home and saw you sleeping on a couch. He also noticed you had his bear fur. But you looked really peaceful so he didn't wake you up. He just kissed your head and whisper little 'sweet dreams'. But he would definitely tease you tomorrow about it, just a little

⤷ Snotlout

Snotlout was in his room searching for new t-shirt because Hookfang 'accidentally' burn the one he was wearing. But he couldn't find any. Suddenly you open the door to his bedroom and peaked out your head to look at him. 'Do you want something to eat?' you asked him. It was around 3 p.m. and Snotlout didn't have a lunch, yet so you thought he maybe is hungry. He turn to look and answer you but instead of answering, he smirk. 'Oh look what we got here, you look hot babe, but yes I'm hungry.' he said when he smacked your ass, making his way into the kitchen.

⤷ Astrid

You were sick and Astrid was on her way to your house with some medicine. When she open the door of your bedroom she saw how messy you were. You had pale skin and you looked very very tired. But that wasn't the only thing she saw. She also saw you in her red t-shirt which she was trying to find for days. 'How are you feeling baby? Also you look amazing in your new clothes' she teased a bit. You smiled at her while you tapped on an empty place right next to you. Astrid understood really quickly and come to you for cuddles. She put her arms around your waist and pulled you closer. She doesn't care if she would get sick, she just wants to cuddle you.

⤷ Ruffnut

Ruffnut and you had sleepover in her house because Tuffnut was with Snoutlout. Ruffnut was in the kitchen making some easy food. So you had a time to change into your pyjama. But you had different idea. Right now you were looking in Ruffnut's closet, for some shirt you could sleep in. And you find a perfect one. It was her dark blued t-shirt. When you changed, Ruffnut opened the door. 'I made some food and drinks for us and- oohhh look like I have here sweet dessert.' she said. She made her way to you, put her hands around your neck and kiss your lips.

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