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beeindaclouds · 1 year
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DSMP reaction to being kissed when they ramble
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Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude
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Reader: GN - They/Them
A.N: Did I get this idea from watching Heartstopper again? Yes.
Dream: He just rambles more. Like full on panicking, stuttering and blushing. Man isn't used to someone being overly confident and/or flirty to him cause he's usually the one doing that;
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Georgenotfound: I take everything I said about George back. He'll be flustered at first, but hide it after with his cocky little attitude. The blush is noticeable tho 👀;
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Sapnap: Quickly hide his face, you don't need to see him in this state. Even if you try to, man will have his face burried into your neck until his flaming cheeks cool down;
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Badboyhalo: Bad gets all smiley and happy, and will proceed to pepper your lips w/ happy kisses!;
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Quackity: I feel like he cherishes these moments w/ you more then anything in the world. So he'll just hold onto your face and stare into your eyes just for a bit...letting time fly by as he gazes in the eyes of his lover
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Karl Jacobs: Giggles. Just the happiest, cutest ones and will then begin to kiss your entire face for hours w/ no end
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Wilbur Soot: For some reason I see him being a gentleman in moments like these, so he'll take your hand just so he can leave a soft kiss onto it;
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C!Technoblade: Techno will pull you into a tight hug right after, as a way to keep you close but also to hide his face. You two will stay like that for a while as the voices make fun of his "soft" side;
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Nihachu: your kiss last more then you expected and then you'll both pull apart but keeping your forehead on one another. As a way of calming down your beating hearts and taking in the beautiful moment;
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Eret: They give you a small smile and connect their lips to the top of your head, lingering them longer then they should just to make you feel how much they truely love you and all you do for them;
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Punz: Man doesn't let you pull away, no sir, he'll pull you right back into the kiss and will pull away only when you are both out of breath. Literal breathtaking kiss 🤭;
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FoolishGamers: In moments like these he is usually caught of guard, but instead he just holds onto your face so that your kiss could last a little longer. He's a needy boy when it comes to kissing you;
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Awesamdude: Sam holds onto your face as you two pull away, his lips quickly going for your cheeks and covering both of them in kisses. Mumbles of how much he loves you being thrown in between them.
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thek1ngtalks · 2 years
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Prompt: Touching your soulmate leaves a temporary mark that fades after a few hours.
Dream, Tommy, Niki, Wilbur, Eret, Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy
Dream loves leaving thumb stokes, swirling over your cheekbones and brushing down your arms. His hand leaves neon green stains and sometimes he traces obscenes pictures onto your palms just to make you laugh when you notice a few minutes later.
Tommy leaves pastel red smears. Across your back and neck, where he had pulled you closer with his arm. Handprints against your palms, because he really likes holding your hand. He'll draw hearts on your arms and dicks on your face if you fall asleep near him.
Niki draws flowers on your crown. A gentle watercolor pink. Hand prints on your face from where she cupped it, just to admire at you. Your hands are entirely pink because she loves fiddling with them.
Wilbur's handprints are on your shoulders, because he sometimes just claspes them to lead you around in public. They are a soft and dewy blue, a little bit of sunshine. There are spots of blue peaking through your hair because he also likes setting his chin on your head, patting you, pressing his thumb to your crown in a mock simba moment.
Eret is a bright pink mixed with soft hues of purple. They swirl together around your waist. When his hands trail mindlessly over your arms, they're stained magenta for hours. He drops soft kisses on your nose and leaves a bright pink lip stain on your eyelids.
Quackity presses his arms against yours, leaving dewy yellows and deep blues marks that layers over themselves. There are soft brushes across your forehead and over your ears after he tries to push away every strand of baby hair's blocking your face. There are imprints of his head from when he slept across your lap.
Ranboo leaves red and green fingerprints on the back of your hands and arms. Brushes across your back, a few odd spots on your legs when he pokes you with his feet. He likes leaving two stains under your eyes, like eyebags but distinctly unnatural.
Fundy has handprints on your back and knees, because he likes slapping them just to mess with you. Soft rising sun orange lines tracing over your knuckles, wrapping around your palms. A blob with a tail rest on your collarbone, you think he mightve been trying to draw a fox.
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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).
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When you cup their face
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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.
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unoislazy · 5 months
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A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 2)
Eret Son of Eret x Gn! Reader
Summary: you thought you’d only have to see Eret once and never again, that way that weird feeling you got when you looked at him would disappear. Well, turns out you need him again so you an find out where Drago Bludvist is located. No one better to interrogate than a dragon trapper.
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Your group of friends, of course excluding Hiccup, flew back in the general direction of Berk. A steady silence hung over all of you as you all had to come to terms with the fact that a war was coming, and a fairly gruesome one at that given the nature of Stoick’s story.
You looked ahead to the woman who naturally led the group, Astrid. You noticed the sour expression she held as she looked out at the landscape before her. Astrid was many things but good at hiding her emotion was not one of them. You lightly gestured your dragon to move up to her, now steadily flying beside her.
“So… you’re not going to listen to him are you?” You asked. She quickly snapped her head towards, surprised by your sudden presence before visibly relaxing a bit.
“Well, what if they get taken? What if Hiccup finds Drago before they can find him?” She asks, turning back to the landscape, very clearly lost in her stressful thoughts.
“Hiccup may be stubborn but so is his father, let's just give them time, don't act too hastily. Besides, it’s Hiccup we’re talking about.” You commented, eventually slightly persuading her to at least relax a slight bit.
“Let’s wait right there, and if they’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m going to look for them.” Astrid stated, guiding Stormfly down to a sizable piece of ice, big enough to hold everyone’s dragons while you all waited.
And so you waited.
And waited.
And… waited.
You watched as Astrid, someone who was usually quite put together, became fidgety and eager to get back out there. There was no doubt she loved that boy, and while you were all worried about his safety, clearly it was hitting her the most.
You almost didn’t understand it.
As far as you were concerned you had only ever experienced a familial kind of love, mainly through your friends and Stoick. He had always served as a sort of father figure over the group. You never really had that connection with anyone like Astrid and Hiccup had, or even the way Ruff, Snotlout and Fishlegs were… you never truly felt that way about anyone.
And as far as you knew, no one felt that way about you.
You couldn’t help but think how nice it must be to be able to find someone that you can not only be vulnerable with but you also want to protect. Good luck finding that in Berk, pretty sure the only Viking okay with seeming vulnerable is Fishlegs, and he gets made fun of for it every time.
It’s a weird thought, wanting to feel loved. Most people relate to the feeling, and strangely enough you felt like you had felt that feeling once before but you couldn’t place where.
You sighed, finally snapping out of your thoughts as you looked back up at Astrid who had just landed after searching the surrounding area for the fourth time in ten minutes.
“I don't like this. They should’ve been back by now.” She says to the group, even though you were almost sure the rest of them were truly too bored to listen.
“Alright then, let's go look for them.” You approved with a nod. Astrid Hofferson of all people did not truly need your approval for anything but you were the one who told her to wait in the first place. Without another word, Astrid took off practically leaving the rest of you behind in her dust.
“Good gods, what does she feed that dragon?” You asked rhetorically. Your dragon was fast but Astrid knew how to get Stormfly to her fastest potential.
“I think she feeds her chicken ‘cause they fly faster.” Tuffnut said which earned a very confused look from you as you turned back to him.
“Chickens can't fly…” You were well aware the twins had their moments of stupidity but it was always like a fresh slap in the face when you realized just how stupid they sounded sometimes.
“Oh yeah… well why do they have wings?” He argued, and honestly you couldn’t really think of a reason to argue back. Chickens are weird.
You shook your head before turning back towards where you could see Astrid a bit of a ways away from you all.
“You’d think she cares more about Hiccup than she does the rest of us.” You joked.
“I know I’d never leave you behind like that.” Snotlout added on, flying beside you to which you responded,
“Spare me.” Before adding distance between you and the short Viking man.
As you continued on, you questioned, how exactly were you meant to find Drago’s army? You had no idea where he could be at this point, Or at any point, you had never seen his army before. That’s when it clicked for you, who else would know where Drago is hiding than the dragon trappers.
Which meant seeing Eret son of Eret yet again.
You knew you weren’t looking forward to this but you’d have to suck it up for Hiccups potential safety.
After some time had passed you could start to see Erets ship in the distance, not in any better shape than it had looked last time. You caught up with Astrid before shouting towards him,
“So… any ideas on how to get him to talk?” You asked, to which Astrid responded with a smirk
“Watch and learn.” She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her knuckles as she often did. You waited behind as you watched her quickly dive down and scoop Eret up like it was nothing.
You watched as Stormfly flew back up to your height effortlessly, the man dangling between her claws as if he was nothing more than her latest kill or a scrap of meat. You looked down at the man from before, noticing slight features that you hadn’t really taken into account from before.
As much as you wanted to hate him, you could not deny he was still… very handsome. Oh how you hated admitting that.
You almost felt weak for not being able to control your thoughts or feelings about this Dragon trapper. Maybe you weren’t weak for it, for having emotions is just part of being human, but gods above were you ashamed of them.
The man screamed as he hung onto the dragons foot for dear life.
“What do you want from me?” He shouted desperately, which to be honest, was quite a good look for him. You shook your head at the thought before responding,
“We want you to take us to Drago.”
To that response the man look at you as if you had just sprouted two heads and a dragon tail.
“Help a bunch of dragon riders infiltrate Dragos army? Just kill me now.” He said in a half joking tone, but considering his situation they were definitely not the wisest words to say. Without another thought, Astrid ordered Stormfly to drop Eret which she did in a matter of seconds.
People could say what they wanted about Astrid but no one could deny that she had trained her dragon extremely well. Not like anyone had the balls to make a comment about her anyways.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Astrid asked, turning towards you as she gestured to a still screaming Eret who continued to get closer and closer to the ground.
“With pleasure.” You responded before telling your dragon to go down and fetch him. Coincidentally Eret had just been in the process of caving in, so your timing was impeccable.
Once you had flown back up to the group, Ruffnut was the first to fly towards Eret. She quickly cling to his arm as she begged to take him from you. You only laughed it off, but you couldn’t help but feel… upset about her being so enthusiastic towards him?
Which clearly confused you cause she did nothing wrong.
It felt like it could be described as jealousy but there is no way you’d ever be jealous over a dragon trapper of all people. You merely shook your head of the thoughts before looking down at the man now dangling in the grasp of your dragons claws.
“So Eret, how does it feel to be at the mercy of yet another dragon?” You teased, looking down at the man who simply rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.
“I’d be careful with how you respond, my dragon is now pretty eager to continue playing fetch.” You threatened in a lighthearted manner which didn’t get any verbal response from Eret but he definitely acknowledged the statement with his sudden shift in body language.
“Maybe you should change your profession, dragons seem to love you.” You joked, which finally got Eret to respond.
“And go against Drago Bludvist? No, I value my life, thank you.”
“Okay but say we took Drago out of the equation, would you consider it then?” You asked, genuinely curious in his answer.
“Did you not hear me when I said I’m the ‘finest dragon trapper alive’? I would have that title with or without Drago.” He stated quite arrogantly. He clearly wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just boost his own ego.
“Right well… have you ever actually gotten to know a dragon before?” You couldn’t help but feel like Hiccup with the way you were trying to talk down the situation. Usually Hiccup was the main advocate for switching people to the dragon side, but you couldn’t help but want to try and persuade Eret. Maybe if you could get him to switch sides you’d feel less guilty about your feelings for him. Or maybe there was something deeper that was urging you. Your mind was too muddled to properly discern the true reasoning so you simply just chalked it up to Hiccup rubbing off on you.
“No, and I don’t plan it. How many times do I have to say it, I’m a dragon ‘trapper’ not one of you.” He spat which caused you to scowl slightly.
“Yeah, you’ll eat your words one day.” You stated as if you knew his fate as a fact. You don’t know why but you felt extremely confident in your words.
“Or get eaten, tell me which outcome sounds more plausible?” He asked sarcastically.
So much for trying to win him over. Guess you were really going to have to do the “Hiccup Thing” and just wait to show him somehow.
Little did you know that opportunity would come up a lot sooner than you thought.
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pandas-nsfw · 2 years
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How would the boys react to you in a maid outfit?
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*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.
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Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.
🧫 Dream 🧫
• He swore he lost his breath the moment he saw you.
• “Damn, is my birthday today and I forgot?” this man is so proud and cocky about the whole situation.
• Makes you sit on his lap or get near enough for him to grab you by your waist, just to explore your body with his hands.
• Chuckles if you try to stop him from peeking under your skirt.
• in each inch he travels of your body, he leaves a soft kiss over your skin.
• It probably will end in either soft sex (if you behave) or in rough sex (if you're a brat).
• “Now, now Doll, you don't want to get punished, do you?”
❄️ Georgenotfound ❄️
• Dear lord- this man is speechless. Loves how You're all dress up for him, don't get him wrong, but he has no words.
• He looked at you from the top to the bottom, and THIS PRICK FUCKING LICKED HIS LIPS.
• “Come here gorgeous, I don't bite~” LIE, I REPEAT, LIE.
• If you get close to him, he will totally grab you by your wrists and puts them behind your back.
• He will get his face close to your neck and leave a trail of kisses.
• Will end in oral sex, with you being the only one receiving pleasure.
🔥 Sapnap 🔥
• This man jumps out of excitement when he sees you. You can see his demon tail wiggle excited.
• “Oh my god, you look so stunning! Is this for me dear?” he is so happy to see you like this.
• He's the one walking towards you and grabbing you by your tights, yeah, your tights, not your waist.
• He will sit on his knees and start praising all over your body while his hands travel your body.
• He bites your inner thighs, leaving bloody marks.
• Will totally end in soft-rough sex with fire play involved (if you're comfortable with it).
🌆 Karl Jacobs 🌆
• He goes all red and giggling.
• “You look so pretty angel~” this man is a simp.
• He gets closer to you and kisses you softly, rubbing gently your waist and plays with the skirt of the outfit.
• “This feels soft... May I test if you feel the same, angel?” he is being such a gentleman with you, wanting to memorize every little detail of you with the maid outfit.
• Soft Sex <3
🌹 Punz 🌹
[Since C!Punz has no reproductive organs and no gender, I'll use C!Punz's HC as a male.]
• Man has a smile from cheek to cheek.
• “Would you look at that, beautiful~ so dressed up... Just for me~?” I swear he got memorized a whole book of pick up lines.
• His eyes never leave your body, specially if the maid outfit makes any part of your body stand out.
• “Now, come on beautiful, won't you be such an angel and sit on my lap so I can appreciate your beauty?”
• Will probably end with you riding him, while he praises and degrades your body.
🌸 Eret 🌸
[I'm aware both C!Eret/Eret uses all pronouns, but I'll use just one set of pronouns for each scenario with C!Eret to prevent confusions.]
• “Oh darling~ my sweet monarch turned into a lovely maid for me?” He feels so proud about the situation.
• Makes you sit on his lap so he can let his hands travel all over your body. Plus, he likes playing with the skirt.
• Leaves a trail of marks on your shoulders and neck.
• “Now dear, how about we take this cute little outfit out of you?”
• It ends in soft sex with a little bit of degradation.
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sivyera · 1 year
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Celebrating Snoggletog with them
ft. hiccup, tuffnut, eret, snotlout, astrid, ruffnut
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⤷ Hiccup
Hiccup would be very excited. He would wake you up with soft kisses, then he would make you breakfast and then you two would spend whole day together doing lots of different things. Like riding your dragons, snow war, building a snowman and decorating your own small tree in your common house. You would make a hot chocolate together and after that you would go ice skating. But Hiccup don't know how to do it so you would have to teach him. Which would be lots of fun! Hiccup would made a special gift for you and he spend almost six months on it.
⤷ Tuffnut
Tuff would be excited as well. He would wake you up by him singing some Snoggletog/Christmas songs. He would try to make a hot chocolate or some cookies, but he would fail. So he ask you for help which you accepted with a smile, because he did a puppy eyes on you. Then he would want to attack his sister with snow balls so he starts a snow war and surprisingly you two win. Tuff isn't one of the creative people so he tried so hard to think about special gift for you. But he probably asked Ruff for help.
⤷ Eret
Eret never really celebrate Snoggletog so I can say it was his first. And what made him more happy was that he could spend it with you. You would have to show him everything. So you two made hot chocolate and snowman. Then you went on a walk around whole Berk. Eret would ask you on lots of question like why does vikings decorating this big wooden tree and much more. Only thing he knew about Snoggletog was that you are giving and reciving gifts. So he made you something from wood.
⤷ Snotlout
Snotlout was trying all day to impress you but all he did was embarrassed himself. But it was very cute see him try. Hookfang also had a lots of fun, because he teased Snotlout and made him fail in his many attempts to impress you. But one of the things Snotlout enjoyed the most was when he gave you his gift for you. He saw small sparkles in your eyes and how happy you was. He swear himself that day, he's gonna do everything to make you smile and keep you happy.
⤷ Astrid
Astrid would make yaknog ofc! But she wanted your real opinion, because she hates when you lie to her. So when you told her it wasn't good she was little sad, but then you decided to do a small changes on it that she was happy to help you with. And after that it was very delicious. So you decided to go to everyone and serve them yaknog 0.2 and everybody loves it. She would made you a gift as well and it was one of the best gifts.
⤷ Ruffnut
Ruff would want to build a snowman with you. Like whole snowman family and after that she would want to play a snow war which we already know that she lose to Tuff. And that made her little pissed so you had to comfort her mostly with kisses and hugs. After that she would want to bake something and she doesn't care what it is. Then she would want to prank all of her friends. She just want to a lots of things with you. Her gift would be with something you love the most.
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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years
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may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x
Of course! Take care anon xx
Eret
His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.
Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.
Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.
Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.
That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily
As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!
Quackity
He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.
Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.
Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.
Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.
With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)
He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.
but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)
You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say
Sam
Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people
He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.
Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it
he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs
Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.
A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it
He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)
Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it
Foolish
This man is a mess
Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that
Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort
Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!
Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy
He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it
Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how
He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)
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[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]
[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]
[That's all for now so take care.]
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birdystars · 1 year
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Dsmp Headcanons: Being Chronically Ill
little headcanons for different dsmp characters and how they help you with your needs being Chronically Ill/A spoonie Characters: Ghostbur, Karl, Quackity, Eret, Sam, Foolish, Ranboo Most can be interpreted as platonic or romantic
A/n: I tried to make it general but of course mainly went off my own experience as a spoonie and I can’t cover anyone in the community as much as I wish I could. Might go in-depth with a Chronically Ill reader with one of the characters some other time if I get the inspo for it.
Ghostbur
-This guy would bring you so much blue
-Offers to let you cuddle friend if you’re having a bad day since he can’t hold you
-You can also have all of his big sweaters if you ask
Karl Jacobs
-All I can say is cuddles cuddles cuddles
-Flare up? cuddles, no spoons? cuddles
-Loves to take you traveling but if he knows you aren’t up for it he will force you to stay home
Quackity
-This man works a lot, but he always makes sure to check in on how you’re doing
-Flare up? I guess he can miss one day of work to take care of you
-If he cant miss work he would make sure you are stocked with anything you can think of, food, pain meds, heating pad etc.
Eret
-Will always check to make sure you drank water and took your meds
-If not he will watch and make sure you take them
-Will pamper you, he is the king after all
-But if you ever say its to much they will back off immediately, he doesn’t want you to think he is treating you any differently.
Awesamdude
-Brings you to the prison when you aren’t feeling well to care for you
-Never wants to leave your side in a flare up even if he has other duties
-Would make you any mobility aids you may need and would do research to make sure he make it perfectly
Foolish
-Probably doesn’t fully understand what you mean by chronically ill
-”What do you mean it doesn’t get better?”
-He means well I promise
-Will try to make you laugh whenever you aren’t feeling the best
Ranboo
-Will carry you anywhere
-Legs hurt? Lightheaded? forgot your mobility aid? He will carry you around as long as you need
-Always try to make sure you’re comfortable in every situation and will constantly check up on you even if you’re having a good day
And none of them would think lesser of you or care about you any less cause of something you can’t control. You are loved and valid!
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nerdysleepybunny · 10 months
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If someone doesn’t write a fic where reader is absolutely WORSHIPPING Eret and is just a total simp for her then I’ll do it MYSELF. 😡
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LOOK AT THIS QUEEN. THEY DESERVE TO BE WORSHIPPED AND DROWNED IN AFFECTION AKDJANDNANDMSNNDCJ
Eret is so perfect and ethereal I physically and mentally cannot. 😔💗
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prrism · 7 months
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Maybe Eret for the babysitter shenanigans??
Thank you so much for the ask 😁 It sure has been a while since I last posted anything (*cough* almost 3 months now *cough*), but I promise I’m still around and writing, just been taking things extra slow lately
Young Heir
Summary: You just wanted some time for yourself but instead get dragged off to aid the SMP’s king…
Characters: Eret x Reader, feat. Foolish
Relationship: platonic
Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral
You made sure your daily chores were done early today so you could kick back and relax with a new book you’ve been dying to read, and yet just as you’re settled and about to crack open the book the sound of large footsteps shakes the entirety of your house. You hoped nothing would break from such shaking before the it stops and there’s a minute pause before frantic knocking is heard. With a sigh you place the book into your inventory and get up to see who was there. You barely have a chance to say hello before you’re practically snatched from the doorway and dragged away from your house.
“Whoa! I don’t appreciate the kidnapping! What’s with the rush?” You shout unamused, trying to pull away from their iron grip. They halt their movements and you now get the chance to notice the totem body and shark-y head.
“Sorry! Sorry! I just sorta grabbed you in a panic, but I really really need your help with Eret.” Foolish apologizes.
“My help? What for?” You ask as you both start walking at a much less panicked pace. (similar to Bad, I headcanon that Foolish can shift his size at will)
“Well…” Foolish chuckles nervously, “while I was helping Eret, we were discussing about some new expansions for the historical museum, and we sorta got on topic about that strange… ummm… moss? I think? That’s been appearing around the SMP.”
“Oh no… alright say no more, I get it.” You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “But why my help? You know how to take care of children, you have two of them.” You point out.
“Yes, and they’re doing very well,” Foolish smiles proudly. “But no, the reason I need your help is because I can’t find Eret anywhere.”
“YOU LOST THEM!”
“It’s not my fault! I swear! I got distracted when Quackity asked if I was free to return to the casino and…” He trails off feebly. “Please, I really need someone I know for a fact is trustworthy to help.”
“Okay! Look you already dragged me out of the house and we’re basically to the castle so there no harm in helping.” You sigh
“Thank you thank you thank you.” Foolish smiles giddily, you chuckle to yourself at his own childish antics as you continue towards Eret’s castle…
“I’ll start by checking to make sure Eret didn’t somehow get outside in the time I was gone. You could check the throne room, I guess, that’s where I last saw him.”
“Sounds good to me.” With that the two of you split up, you immediately heading for the throne room. Stepping in you take a second to admire the decor, from the fine craftsmanship of the structure itself, to the multicoloured stain glassed windows and of course the throne resting elegantly at the far end of the room. Your gawking comes to a halt when you pick up the sound of shuffling, it was faint but it was there, that’s when you noticed the little head peeking around one of the curtains before darting behind it again. You smirk at the idea popping into your head.
“Now where oh where could Eret be? Maybe he’s by the throne?” You walk over and pretend to look around the throne, you hear a soft giggle. “Nope, not there. Hmmm, maybe she’s on the ceiling?” You have to stop yourself from laughing as you look up. “Darn it, not there either. Where could they be? Oh well, guess I’ll just have to walk away and look somewhere else.” You say this slowly as you walk away from the throne towards the curtains, pausing a moment before pulling them back. “Found you!” A surprised but excited shriek comes from Eret before it quickly turns to laughter.
“Again! Again again!” He claps.
“I don’t know, Foolish had a hard time finding you the first time, that’s why he got me to help.” You sigh, she pouts a little but it doesn’t last long as they start tugging your pants in an attempt to get you to follow him. “Oh? You want me to come with you this time? Hmm… alright, I see no harm in it.” You say this more to yourself then to Eret, nonetheless you follow her to a room full of different clothing.
“Dress!” They bounce on his heels pointing to the array of clothing.
“You wanna play a bit of dress up with me?” You already knew the answer but the eager nod she gives you is that extra confirmation.
You completely lost track of time while modelling the many different outfits in Eret’s closet. From suits to dresses to casual wear, you tried them all chuckling to yourself at how much bigger their own clothing looked on Eret. Now the two of you, dressed to the nines so to speak, were enjoying a lovely little game of tea party, making sure to be “extra proper” by sticking your pinkies out the entire time.
“Shall that be one sugar or two my good friend?” You ask in an exaggerated accent, this earns a small chuckle from Eret as they hold up two fingers. “A splendid choice my good friend.” You’re about to continue your game when the door bursts open, an almost panicked looking Foolish being the culprit. You all stare at each other for what feels like forever. “Right… Foolish, I forgot you were looking for Eret…” You trail off awkwardly before, “you… uhh… you wanna join our tea party?” He looks at you bewildered for a second before calming down.
“…… sure.” Is all he says. You all sit together and continue with your tea party, you and Foolish ending up having a little contest to see who can make the funniest accent.
“My verdict is… you both sound ridiculous.” You pause at the voice, having gotten so wrapped up in your little competition you failed to notice Eret was finally back to normal.
“Eret! Glad you’re yourself again… I guess you’ll be wanting the outfit back.” You say, heading over to change out of the outfit you had been borrowing.
“Actually, you can keep it if you want.” Eret waves off like it’s nothing.
“Really?! But I couldn’t-”
“It’s fine, (y/n), really. I don’t wear that one a lot anyways and it looks good on you. Think of it as a thank you for the help.” Eret encourages.
“Umm, thank you. I promise I’ll take real good care of it.” You pause awkwardly for a second. “Well, I guess I should head home. Good luck with your museum renovations.” You wave to them as you collect the rest of your things and head out.
“Thanks again for the help! And sorry for dragging you out of your home!” Foolish thanks and apologizes, you wave him off as a way to say that it was fine and continue your journey back home.
……… or you would’ve if not for one complication………
I hope you all enjoyed! Let me know who you’d like to see the childish shenanigans of next 😁
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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
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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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beeindaclouds · 2 years
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Dsmp x reader reactions to reader being interrupted when talking about something they’re passionate about?:))
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DSMP react to you being interrupted when talking
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Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle, Aimsey
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Reader: GN - They/Them
Ok, so
Dream, Sapnap, Skeppy and Punz seem like the ones who would either glare at who interrupted you or like call them out for not letting you talk; their anger comes through more then the others
George, Bad, Karl and Charlie don't want to make such a big scene, so they'll just sit close to you and let you continue
Quackity, Wilbur, Phil, Techno and Eret will confidently tell whoever interupted you to shut up and let you continue, because it was disrespectful. Will put who interupted you in their place in they have to
Niki, Aimsey, Foolish and Sam aren't confrontational people, but they'll speak up for you when they have to. So they'll kindly tell everyone that you weren't done
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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 · 10 months
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What they do when your sick
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Dream: He takes care of you when you are sick, he does all he can to help you feel better and be as comfortable as possible. He usually makes you soup or tea, brings you blankets and water, and gives you lots of rest and encouragement.
Sapnap: If you are sick, he would bring you tea at 3 am in the morning, care for you when you're feeling under the weather, offer to make you a hot water bottle, sit with you and watch your favorite movie, and be your personal caregiver in sickness. He would do anything to make you feel better because he loves you and he wants to be there for you in your lowest moments.
George: He takes care of you. He brings you soup and crackers, and he makes sure you're comfy in bed. He'll bring you tissues and medicine and make sure you know you're loved. He'll sit by your side and make sure you never feel alone. He'll make sure you have fresh water and feel safe and comfortable.
Wilbur: When you are sick, he takes care of you with the utmost love and care. He always makes sure you're comfortable and have anything you need, and if you need space or quiet he makes sure to give it to you. He tries to cook your favorite foods, help you rest, and just do whatever he can to make you feel better. He also makes sure to be there for you emotionally and give you love and support. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he'll do anything to make that happen.
Fundy: He makes sure you are comfortable and feel taken care of. He'll check your temperature and give you medicine, as well as any other care you need. He wants his partner to be happy and well taken care of, and he'll do anything in his power to make sure they are.
Karl: He thinks it's important to be more patient and supportive with you when you're sick. He would do everything he could to help you rest and feel comfortable. He would prepare meals and beverages for you, watch movies, or read books to you so you could relax, and help with any household tasks you are unable to do. He thinks when you love someone, you want to help them however you can and let them know that you'll be there for them through whatever they're going through.
Eret: When you become ill, he steps in as the primary caregiver. he prepares meals, administers medication, provides emotional support, keeps things clean and orderly, and generally acts as a caregiver and personal assistant. Eret makes sure you receive the care you need and that you feel loved and supported.
Foolish: When you are sick, he likes to spoil you with all sorts of comforting activities. He'll bring you hot tea, watch a movie together, and give you a massage. He really just wants you to feel cared for and loved. He's willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable and taken care of.
Niki: When her partner is sick, she is your go-to person for support. She makes sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. She is there to listen when you need it or simply be present in silence. She is your person in every part of your healing journey, always by your side and ready to comfort you at any moment.
Ranboo: Once he finds out that you are sick, he feels it is his responsibility to make sure you stay hydrated and warm. He'll bring you soup and blankets, and he makes sure to ask if you need any medications. He is there to be your comfort during an uncomfortable time. He will be there to listen to anything you need to vent about, and he will do his best to provide you with whatever you need to feel better.
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unoislazy · 5 months
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A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 1)
Eret son of Eret x GN!Reader
Summary: You’re forced to tag along on the quest to find Hiccup after he went off, determined to find Drago. While you there you happen to stumble across a certain dragon trapper. You feel… weird when you look at him. Why?
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Dragon trappers.
Gods you hated them.
You didn’t appreciate them always cutting your rides short, forcing you to turn back to escape the shots at your dragon.
You tried to avoid them in general and you were successful for the most part. It wasn’t until Hiccup had decided to disobey his father and fly out of the dragon stable on a quest for specific dragon trappers, did you actually have to deal with them again. You didn’t want to get involved but once Stoick and the rest of your friends agreed to go after him, you figured you’d have to go with them.
You rolled your eyes, listening to Stoick grumble about how stubborn his son was,
“Like you’re any different…” You mumbled back, luckily it went unheard by the very intimidating man as you rested your head atop of your dragons. It had been at least half an hour and there was no sign of them, you were getting bored to say the least.
“Ugh, this is taking forever, can we just go back home?” You heard Ruffnut groan. You couldn’t help but agree with her as you stared at the endless lengths of billowing waves. You looked out at the horizon with a small sense of curiosity, wondering if you’d ever live to see the end of the world one day.
“Yeah, maybe we should just turn back.” Fishlegs agreed, you knew he was simply just saying that to agree with Ruffnut. For some reason he and Snotlout were competing for Ruff’s love. To be honest you were secretly rooting for Fishlegs.
When Snotlout wasn’t busy fighting for Ruffnuts attention, he was trying to fight for yours, which like almost every other person on Berk you were not interested in the slightest.
You could tell he was looking over to you trying to gauge your reaction to all of this but your face remained unchanged. Sure you were worried about the well-being of your friends but you were also incredibly bored so…
“I think I should just take the lead and find them.” Snotlout butted in, flying next to you as he puffed out his chest.
“Of course I’m the most qualified for the job with my-“ He continued only for him to be silenced by a quick gesture from Stoick.
“There.” He said sternly, pointing to a boat just a bit of a ways away from you all. Thank the gods, you thought this search would never end.
“I got this.” Snotlout said in a very pompous manner, clearly trying to show off. You simply rolled your eyes in return as he dove down to fetch Hiccup. Sure it seemed effortless but with the way Snotlout and his dragon were, that was not a common effect they’d seem to have.
As you all flew around, the trappers below continued to shoot nets, trying their best to take you down. You successfully dodged them before coming up to Ruff and Tuff. You noticed Ruffnut was clearly occupied by something, once you followed her gaze you saw who she was looking at.
And you could not blame her one bit.
The man she was staring at was quite handsome and well built… for a dragon trapper that is. He has some markings on his chin and his hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He was attractive to say the least. You were distracted for only a second before noticing a net heading straight for the three of you,
“Ruffnut look out!” You shouted, expecting her to move out of the way but she opened up like she was going to welcome it with open arms. You watched as she just… let herself get trapped.
Luckily it didn’t affect the quality of their flying since the dragon's wings were overall unaffected. You flew over to Tuffnuts side as he watched his sister's reactions with disgust.
“She’s got it bad.” You teased which caused Tuffnut to turn you with a scowl,
“That’s disgusting. Usually I like disgusting things, but not that.” He remarked. You laughed before noticing that Hiccup had gotten loose from Hookfangs grip and had flown back down to the ship.
You rolled your eyes yet again. Man this guy just does not give up.
You managed to land just before Hiccup did and looked over to the head dragon trapper with curiosity. You said nothing though before turning to Hiccup.
“What are you guys doing here?” He asked as the rest landed on the ship after him. Gobber had landed just after him and had successfully managed to trap Eret just under his dragon. You listened to the conversation but it seemed to be more of a father and son thing.
You were close with Hiccup but not close enough to hear in great detail what goes on between him and his father. If anything you hung around Astrid most of the time, your dragons got along and so do you.
As they continued to talk you couldn’t help but look over at Eret who was now trapped underneath Grumpy, Gobbers dragon. You couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of the situation as you hopped off your dragon and walked over to him.
His head rested on one of his hands as the other tapped the floor beneath him relentlessly, that was until he noticed you. You crouched in front of him, a teasing smile very noticeably plastered on your face.
“So Eret… huh?” You asked which he scoffed.
“My name, Is Eret son of Eret. I am the finest dragon trapper alive!” He proclaimed, you nodded thinking quietly to yourself,
“He's not lying when he calls himself the finest…”
You were so caught up you almost forgot he was a dragon trapper. Someone who has hunted down, captured and likely killed possibly hundreds of those beautiful creatures, you thought the act to be unforgivable. He also claimed to work under Drago Bludvist which, according to Stoick's story, was not a man you’d want to mess with. And yet here you are looking at this man before you, and instead of disgust or anger… all you feel is curiosity as you take in his features.
The perks of pretty privilege you suppose.
It was an almost weird… surreal feeling you got when you stared at him. It almost felt like déjà vu of some kind, or just like you were meant to meet him? It was strange and you quickly brushed off the feeling.
“What kind of stupid idea is that? Fated to meet, Ha!” You thought to yourself before looking back at the man before you.
You could see the disgust on his face falter for just a second, just as he had noticed the same for you. That was before you had cleared your throat, taking attention away from the fact you were both just… silently staring at each other.
The unprompted staring contest only lasted for a few seconds in reality, but in your thoughts it felt much longer than it should’ve been.
“Well Eret, I'm sure you feel all high and mighty while being squished by that two thousand pound dragon.” You teased, standing back up at your full height so you were no longer even in the range of his eyes level. His ever so slightly softened gaze had once again hardened with anger as he shouted,
“Oh yeah, continue your mockery, it won’t mean anything once Drago has all your dragons!”
Which caught Gobbers attention who told Grump to get up then weigh himself right back down on Eret.
You laughed a bit at this as you walked back over to your dragon, unknowingly being watched by the man you had just talked to. Granted his stare was purely made up of confusion and nothing more but he was staring nonetheless.
“No, head back to Berk, I’ve had enough mutiny for one day!” Stoick ordered, hopping on SkullCrusher.
“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to go, have fun doing… whatever that is.” You teased again, watching as Eret struggled to stand up after finally being released from the weight of the dragon.
Eret stared at you, anger and confusion riddled his face, clearly offended that you would even think to talk to him in such a way. After all he is the finest dragon trapper alive, everyone should be treating him with respect! That’s what he thought anyway.
While he stared at you he failed to notice a very interested Ruffnut make her way over to him and try and plant a kiss on his face.
You watched as he uncomfortably tried to dodge it and for some reason you felt… weird about it. You couldn’t tell if you exactly felt bad for him or not but regardless you called out,
“Come on Ruffnut!”
You don’t know why you called her away from him, you had no real reason to. So what if he’s uncomfortable, he’s a dragon trapper, he doesn’t deserve comfortability after what he had done to all those dragons right?
It’s not like you would have to see him again anyways.
Or so you thought.
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pandas-nsfw · 2 years
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Boys with a chubby y/n
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Request: hi are you ok with me asking for a reaction thing with a black chubby y/n?
*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.
Read rules before requesting~°♪
Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.
IMPORTANT: Skin tones or Religions, as I say on my rules, can't be chosen for Y/n's since I try to let any type of reader feel represented on the scenarios. I will do half of this request, which will be the chubby y/n part.
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Dream 🧫
• This man loves your body, specially to rest his head on your body. And being able to kiss more of you??? This man is on his knees worshiping you.
• He makes you sit on his lap whenever he's just resting or planning how to control the server again.
• If someone disrespects your body, he will take them to their own limbo.
• On the sex aspect, he loves having you riling him, watching you bounce on him while he watches your face full of pleasure.
• He will also lay you down on any surface or having you riling his face just to eat you out.
• 👏Definitely👏Slaps👏Your👏Ass👏
• Buys/steals lots of lingerie for you, and to took it off from you. Or to fuck you with it on.
Sapnap 🔥
• What can I say? We all know this man would love the fuck of a chubby partner. There just is more to give love too.
• Slaps/Grabs your ass anytime he pases by your side.
• When it comes to sex, he loves to have you in any form, but specially having you on his lap, or fucking your tights.
• Talking about tights, he is always grabbing them and smacking them.
• He marks all of your body, specially marking your ass with his bites.
• Oh yeah, another one that loves to give you head in any surface.
Georgenotfound ❄️
• Man is happy with you, in any type of body type.
• Loves sleeping over you, using your belly or your tights as a pillow.
• A lot of cock-warming, but loves fucking you from behind, having you on your knees with your mouth covered by the pillows.
• If you try to brat on him, he will baby you down to a subby.
• He doesn't do head jobs often, but will give you hand jobs as much as you horny body desires.
Karl Jacobs 🌆
• Adores everything of you.
• Takes naps on your lap, also plays with your tights.
• Adores seeing you on missionary, loves watching all your body and how you react to it.
• Smacks your tights when he cans, loves your reactions.
• Loves👏To👏Give👏You👏Head👏.
Punz 🌹
[Since C!Punz has no reproductive organs and no gender, I'll use C!Punz's HC as a male.]
• Man adores your body, he worships you.
• Marks? Dear you better bet on it.
• Loves fucking you on doggy style, mostly because he can slap your ass and your tights.
• Accepts to give you head if you're railing his face. Man do be a box of surprises.
Eret 🌺
[I'm aware both C!Eret/Eret uses all pronouns, but I'll use just one set of pronouns for each scenario with C!Eret to prevent confusions.]
• He absolutely adores you and your body. Leaves multiple marks of his hands in your waist and chest.
• He won't let you get out of his lap. That's it. Period.
• Fan of reverse cowboy, or having ride his tongue.
• Your tights??? They're his now. Good luck.
• Loves giving you head, and adores when you let him fuck your tights.
• His highness is a little bit of a simp sometimes <3
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*Hope you enjoyed! And sorry for uploading so late- I had some complications. Feel free to request!
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