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griffintail · 1 year

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I'm still working on the Lost Ones chapter, but like I had this rotting in my brain so here you guys go. I don't speak Spanish so sorry for the shitty Spanish translations later in the story.

Oh, look, a QSMP fic with Little Star.

Summary: A horrible nightmare goes a little differently as another daughter of Wilbur's is there with only one life left to spare.

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x Child! Teen! F! Reader

Warnings: DEATH!, SOME ANGST, I'm kind and it has a happy ending

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Tallulah sat on her sister’s shoulders as Phil drove the boat across the ocean. They had seen so many fascinating things and Star, herself, couldn’t help but note things down as they went.

They’d been up most of the night, Phil and Star taking shifts driving the boat as the children slept during the uninteresting downtime but Phil woke her and the children up as he saw a village in the distance. The sun was soon to be up too soon, so it would be very safe.

“All right, rules before we make landfall,” Star called out to the two. “Stay close to Phil and I. Do not wander away. You both have your armor on already but don’t forget your sword. We’ll explore fully when the sun rises.”

Both children nodded as Phil gave a nod as well to acknowledge she was right.

“All right, here we are,” Phil said, parking the boat on the shore.

Star put Tallulah down on the boat floor before climbing out with Phil. There were no mobs she could see so she helped her sister out as Phil helped her uncle. Together, the four of them walked to the village with the adult and teen in front and the children in tow behind them. As they walked, Star heard the start of a quill scratching and she turned to see who wanted to talk of the silent pair when she screamed.

Tallulah was thrown away, blood already seeping into her clothes as she lost her notebook. Phil was startled as Star pulled her sword and he quickly followed as a pair of eyes came right for them.

“Chayanne! Get behind us!” Phil shouted as he went to meet the beast. “(Y/N)! Get Tallulah!”

Star rushed to her sister’s side, keeping her cool as she pulled out a health potion, quickly pouring it over wounds to let the little girl regain sense and thought.

“You’re ok little sis.” She whispered before she heard Phil yell and a crash.

She quickly whipped her head around to see Phil struggling to get up as Chayanne was quickly running from the monster, desperately swinging at it with his sword while trying to keep her distance. Star quickly shoved another health potion into Tallulah’s hand as she stood.

“Get to Phil and give him that. I got to save Chayanne.”

With that, she ran over with sword in hand as her sister held a hand out to her to stop. When her sister didn’t see, she raced to Phil, giving him the potion as Star shouted.

“Hey, shithead! Look at me you fucking prick!” She goated as she struck something of the invisible beast.

It gave a noise as the eyes looked at her and changed victims. Phil had the potion down in a quick swig and was standing once more as Chayanne went to attack the beast when it wasn’t looking at him.

“Get to the boat!” Star shouted as she quickly moved back.

Chayanne quickly shook his head.

“GET TO THE BOAT!” She glanced at Phil. “It’s too strong! Back to sea! Get the kids! Its eyes are on me!”

Phil hated it. This was his granddaughter too but she had a strong look in her eyes. One he’d seen on Will so many times before. He trusted her.

“Tallulah! Chayanne! Boat now!” Phil ordered.

Star didn’t want to; she knew she had no chance if this thing got close. But she had to keep it away. She needed to keep everyone safe.

Tallulah hated it. Her sister was out there backing away from a deadly beast that took down Phil. But when Phil saw her hesitate while Chayanne was making a noise of protest but coming back, he picked up the young girl. She thrashed in panic but Phil ran her to the boat as he could hear the start of Star fighting, putting Tallulah in as Chayanne managed.

As he went to turn around to tell Star to start hauling ass over, his heart sank as he watched her cough up blood as something spear her. Her sword fell from her hand. She looked at him, giving a shaky smile before she was thrown away. He stood in horror and shock as he heard crying behind him.

The eyes turned to him as the still form lay on the ground now, as he could hear a familiar ping on the walkie…

He gripped his sword as his wings stood puffed but he looked back at the crying, angry, distraught children making a choice he didn’t want to.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N)…”

He jumped in the boat and floored it back. Tallulah screamed in distress, unable to speak her words but it was all very clear to Phil as his heart broke. She wanted to go back. Save her sister! She wanted to do something, anything!!

But…there was no point…Star had lost her last life…

Wilbur was running like a madman after the news reached him. It had to be wrong. Phil must have seen wrong. He dropped everything and made his way for the QSMP land. He had to be wrong!

He stumbled as he used the magic of the teleportation pillar to land on Phil’s Island. Looking up though, he clenched his hands. Inside Phil’s home, he could see Chayanne hugging Tallulah as he was also crying; all while Phil crouched in front of the two of them trying to comfort them both.

Phil looked up as he heard the whoosh of magic, then looked at the pair, telling them he’d be right back before going to meet Wilbur.

“Will…” He started.

“This-This is all a joke? Right, Phil? Tommy’s been teaching Star shitty jokes since she was little. It’s just a shitty joke.” He tried to reason with his father.

Phil gave him a sad look as he crossed his arms. “I’m sorry Will.”

“She’s not gone! Where’s my little star!” Will shouted.

But Phil was starting to cry and Wilbur only saw his father cry a handful of times, none of them ever good. It was always when the worst had happened.

“Phil…(Y/N)…” He gripped his shirt.

Then he was startled as a force ran into his legs. He looked down and saw Tallulah hugging him tightly as she sobbed. Wilbur started to tear up as he picked her up and hugged her just as tight.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there Tallulah. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Wilbur sobbed.

Phil had an arm gently holding Chayanne, who was gripping onto his shirt. It just all felt like a nightmare, but here they were…living the worst…

“Se fue mucho antes de tiempo. Protegiendo a la familia. Si no hubieras estado allí, las cosas habrían sido muy diferentes.” One voice spoke in empty space.

“Entonces, gracias a Dios que estaba allí. Lo haría de nuevo.” Another snapped.

“Tu hermana desea que vuelvas.”

The voices were quiet.

“Los monstruos no estaban destinados a ser tan poderosos. ¿Deseas volver?” The first voice asked.

“Por supuesto, imbécil.” The second rolled their eyes.

“Entonces, todo esto se convertirá en una pesadilla.”

The second looked over confused before everything went white.

Star gasped awake, looking around her wildly as she lay in bed. She…was in bed at Phil’s? Tallulah was asleep across the way and Chayanne’s bed was on the same side of the room with the boy sleeping as well. Star sat there confused as she touched her chest.

The quiet in the room was ruined as the door slammed open with the sound of flailing wings. Phil stood at the door disheveled as he looked over at Star in shock; Chayanne was on the floor holding his sword in panic and Tallulah was trying to hide in fear.

“W-What happened?” Star questioned.

“You’re ok.” Phil breathed before rushing over and hugging her tightly.

Tallulah gave a cry as she ran over and jumped on her sister’s bed, hugging her tightly. Star hugged them both, thoughts running through her head. Then a nightmare it shall be…It was all a nightmare now. Now though, everyone was going to be even more careful and once Wilbur made his new mad rush back to Phil’s he wasn’t leaving for as long as he could help it.

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Translations:

Gone well before your time. Protecting family. If you had not been there, things would have been very different.

Then thank god I was there. I'd do it again.

Your sister wishes you back.

The monsters weren't meant to be so powerful. Do you wish to be back?

Of course dickhead.

Then, a nightmare this all shall become.

#qsmp fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt oneshots #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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New book notes have been found !

Book Title: Flinching During an Argument

Characters (separately): CC! Dreamwastaken, CC! Georgenotfound, CC! Wilbur Soot, CC! Karl Jacobs, CC! Sapnap, Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: You flinch in the middle of an argument with your partner (CC)

TWs: Implied trauma, arguing

Author’s Notes: I did this for all of the MCYTs I write for besides Boomerna and Foolish. These definitely ended up being more imagines than headcanons so I’m sorry about that but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Masterlist

“What in the world are you doing??” You asked abruptly, startling the sleepy man and almost causing him to spill the milk.

“I’m making myself a bowl of cereal, what?”

“Why are you pouring the milk in the bowl before the cereal?”

“Is that not how you do it?” He questioned, putting the milk back in the fridge.

“No! That’s going to make a mess!”

You both started laughing while arguing your own sides

Eventually Dream got a little carried away in his argument

He was raising his voice and you were getting a little anxious

“Look, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to make cereal,” you awkwardly joked.

“Shut up!” Dream playfully yelled swinging his arms out to cover his ears like your voice hurt him

You flinched and stumbled backwards at his sudden movement, falling to the ground.

You sat there staring back up at him in silence

Dreams mouth moved to form words but they got caught in his throat

A few seconds later he left the room, leaving you alone on the dining room floor

You were almost about to start crying when he came back with a bunch of pillows and blankets in his arms

“Do you want to have a movie night?” He suggested, glancing at you before putting everything down on the couch

“That sounds nice.” You admitted softly

Dream went to the kitchen and helped you up off the floor beforing leading you by your hand to the couch

The two of you laid down on the couch and cuddled for the better part of the day

Occasionally Sapnap would join but it was mostly just you and Dream relaxing

CC! Georgenotfound

You and George were standing in his kitchen and got into a playful argument over whether you should drain ramen or leave the water in

He thought it was better to leave the water, while you thought it was best to drain it

‘If you don’t take out the water it absorbs all the flavor!” You’d playfully yell

“Yeah, that’s the point! You drink the broth afterwards!” He retorted.

You two were going back and forth seemingly endlessly

He was getting louder and walking back and forth to let out some of the energy he had

You decided enough was enough and walked towards him to admit you didn’t truly care, you just wanted to get under his skin

At the same time he quickly turned around with his arms half up in anguish

You flinched and brought your hands up to cover your face

George’s smile fell and his eyebrows scrunched up for a second before he cleared his throat and awkwardly went to go do something else in your bedroom

You finished in the kitchen, turned off the light and walked to your room

You could see the outline of George laying in bed

You stood in the doorway for a second before lying next to him

You both laid there in silence

“Did I do something wrong to make you flinch like that? I know we play fight sometimes but I didn’t think-”

“No, no, no. It- it had nothing to do with you George.”

George didn’t want to press you for information, knowing that you’d tell him when you were ready

You scooched closer to him, laying your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm over you

He kissed the top of your head softly and you fell asleep to him rubbing your arm

CC! Wilbur Soot

You don’t even really know what you were arguing about

You were both just kind of throwing words back and forth playfully, deciding that whenever one person said something the other had to believe the exact opposite

Wilbur’s voice didn’t really rise so much as he tone changed throughout

His tone was getting less playful by the second

You started to notice this and got a bit nervous

Wilbur wasn’t one to pick a fight with you because he knew it upset you

So when he yelled almost directly in your face you flinched with your whole body

You stood there frozen in fear, hands covering your face and crouching away a bit so that you were less of a target.

Wilburs face fell once he realized what he’d done

He started to apologize but then decided you didn’t deserve a shit apology and just left

You stood still, unmoving even after he left the room

After a little while your body started relaxing but it only made room for your mind to wander

“Where did Wilbur run off to?” You asked yourself aloud.

Getting a bit worried you searched the house, eventually finding him sitting on your shared bed.

You sat down next to him and fiddled with your hands anxiously

“I’m sorry,” He admitted. “I don’t know why I got so upset all of a sudden. We were having fun and I ruined it.”

You took his hand in yours and assured him that it was alright. It was just an accident after all. Happens to the best of us.

Wilbur rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your shoulder

He pulled you backwards onto the bed until you were both laying down with his head resting on you.

CC! Karl Jacobs

Karl was painting your nails in his office because you had asked him to

He was doing a pretty good job at it too

It was just plain black nail polish to match what he currently wore on his nails

You were about seven nails in when a muscle in your arm randomly spasmed without warning, causing the arm Karl was working on currently to twitch very noticeably

Your arm bumped into the open black nail polish bottle and knocked it off his desk.

It landed directly into Karl’s lap, spilling all over his brand new pants

Karl slammed his fist down on his office desk in frustration

“Fuck!” He yelled loudly

You flinched at his yelling

Karl noticed you flinch and immediately calmed all the way down to avoid upsetting you any further

His shoulders dropped and he walked up to you and put an arm on your shoulder, leaning his head down and lifting your chin to look you in your eyes

“Hey, it’s okay.” He nodded, trying to reassure you, “It’s completely fine. I can just go change my clothes real quick and then I’ll finish your nails, alright?”

Karl smiled and your heart melted, causing you to smile back

“Yeah that sounds good, I’m sorry about your pants though.”

“Ay no worries, I needed to change into pajamas anyways it’s getting late”

You looked at your own outfit and realized it was the middle of the night and you were still wearing your daytime clothes.

“Oh, I should too actually.” You added, getting up from your seat and walking to your shared bedroom.

After Karl finished painting your nails you would lay in bed and cuddle for a bit. He would kiss all over your face until you were laughing and shoving him away from you.

CC! Sapnap

You Dream and Sapnap had sat down to watch a football game

Frankly you couldn’t care less about the game, but you wanted to spend more time with Sapnap and Dream since they were always busy with their stream stuff

You made popcorn for you all and sat between the two boys so they could both reach while you held it.

Sapnap and Dream had been betting on the game

You warned Sapnap not to but he unwisely didn’t listen

Just like you predicted his team lost and he ended up owing Dream money.

Sapnap started yelling, slumping down in his seat in frustration

“You’re such a sucker for gambling, you’ve got to get it together man.” Dream laughed, pissing Sapnap off even more. “You’re an easy scam.”

“Fuck you dude.” Sapnap spit

“Better start kissing my ass or I’m going to add interest to that shit.” Dream chuckled as he teased his best friend.

Sapnap flung himself up out of his seat on the couch next to you

He startled you, making you flinch and throw popcorn all over the place

You clung on to the popcorn bowl and curled up on to the couch and Sapnap paced the living room

Dream noticed you freaking out and decided to speak up

“Sapnap chill out dude, you’re obviously freaking out Y/n”

Sapnap stopped pacing and turned to look at you

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The boys decided maybe it wasn’t the best time to watch football so they turned on a nice movie instead

You curled up next to Sapnap on the couch and both fell asleep during the movie.

Dream left and went to his room to sleep, turning off the lights and throwing a blanket over the two of you.

Taglist

@graymoon2 @allywritesforfun @wrenqueenisboss @graymoonspam @bi-narystars

#dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #sapnap x reader #x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt oneshots #dsmp imagine #dsmp oneshots #fluff #angst #cloud writes #clouds library books

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itsonlydana · 2 years

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hi can you maybe write cc foolish with a s/o who overworks themselves?

"come to bed"➷ Foolish

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: you were so concentrated on your work that you didn't even notice how late it has gotten. If it weren't for Foolish you would have worked until dawn

➛ tags/warnings: fluff

➛ an: to anyone who might find themselves in this situation: take a small break, drink some water and maybe have some fruit <3 you can do this but your body needs rest as well to function properly!

➛ tagging: @icarusthefoolish

important links: rules + masterlist

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

The tapping of your fingers on the keyboard clacked through the quiet study, keeping you in the almost trance-like state of writing away, filling the document in front of you with sentences that were very likely to need complete revision in the morning. But you didn't have time for that right now, first of all you had to write something halfway meaningful at all. In nine days was the deadline for submitting this project and while that actually gave you enough buffer, you didn't want to fall behind your schedule. A schedule that was about to burst at the seams, like a slowly overboiling pot on the stove. Every time you looked at the paper diagonally next to you, it felt like there was more.

Next to your desk was an untouched sandwich that you had long forgotten about, next to it three empty cups that you had drunk up so quickly that no coffee rim could form. They had been one of the desperate attempts to ignore the oppressive fatigue a little further-another paragraph....

Whenever you paused to close your slowly burning eyes for a few seconds, you regretted it, found it harder to open them again afterwards, and it was only the fear of not finishing in time that made you sit up and force yourself to erase the last typed words, a jumble of half-asleep typed letters, and rephrase it.

You didn't notice how it had quieted down in the bedroom next door, no half-shouted curses about miserable opponents in Overwatch flowing to you from under your door crack. Instead, there was the soft clack of a doorknob being pushed down, shuffling footsteps in the hallway muffled by a rug, and a soft tap of knuckles on the closed door of the study.

"Baby?"

At the voice of your boyfriend Foolish, raspy with fatigue, you jolted out of your trance of work. You leaned back in your chair smiling, ignoring the way your back pulled and your body yearned for your bed. At the sight of Foolish, the sluggishness disappeared for a moment.

"Are you still streaming or have you stopped?" you asked him. After several hours of barely using your voice except for a few exasperated sighs and groans, the words rasped in your dry throat.

Foolish stepped into the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his gym shorts, and shuffled up to you until he could lean down to rest his chin on your head. "Been done for half an hour, didn't you see my message?"

Confused, you shook your head and reached into your pants pocket. Sure enough, twenty minutes ago Foolish had sent you a "ready, bed? :)" You hadn't noticed the vibrate. You looked from the phone back to the flickering monitor in front of you. "I'll be done in a minute, then I'll join you. Okay?", you gave him a smile, the corners of your mouth heavy with the fatigue that had spread throughout your body.

Foolish didn't move though, just looked at you shaking his head. "Babe, it would be much better to continue working in the morning".

You too shook your head and turned back to the screen. "This can't wait Foolish. If I queue this up in the back too, I won't be able to finish the rest on the list either." For you, that was the end of the subject. You had explained to him why it was important to you to keep working and he would surely understand. Just to be on the safe side, you threw another "Go to bed already, I'll be up in a minute" over your shoulder.

But Foolish mumbled weary disapproving noises in your ear, his nose pressed against your temple. "Bed," he mumbled, his lips pressed against your ear so that his warm breath tickled you.

Sighing, you leaned your head back. "Foo-," you began, but were interrupted by his lips on your cheek.

"Now," he murmured, a little more seriously. Foolish put his hand on yours on the mouse and guided the pointer to the "Save" box, which he clicked three times for safety's sake before shutting down - without a protest from you - your PC. As soon as the screen went black you felt a wave of relief that made your arms heavy. Your bones groaned as you slowly sat up, cracking free from the chair that had engulfed and taken you over the last few hours. Your legs were heavy as lead, each step a shuffle across the floor, and like every time you work far too late into the night, you immediately regretted it.

But Foolish was there. Smiling, he took your hand in his, pulling you behind him out of the office and up to your bedroom, where you fell exhausted onto the covers. Foolish slid behind you, your back pressed against his chest, and buried his face in your neck.

The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft, "I'm proud of you."

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt writing #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #foolish gamers fanfiction #foolish gamers imagine #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers x you #foolish x reader #foolish x you #fluff #foolish fluff #foolish gamers fluff #mcyt oneshots

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smol-cherry · 1 year

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Quick reminder for writers to check people's boundaries before writing about them

I've seen a lot of people blatantly crossing boundaries and not caring/not knowing,,

(Ahem, looking at you smut writers, a few of you have been crossing boundaries repeatedly lately)

So yknow, just try to be respectful and do the bare minimum

(@smp-boundaries is a good source ^^)

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jirolcvr · 2 years

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Could you write yandere sapnap and he plots and knows the reader will be at this party and kidnaps her and takes her home and could you add some nsfw in there somehow

Party ( Sapnap ) ( MCYT )

( Pairing ) : Yandere!Sapnap x Fem!Reader

( Summary ) : Sapnap knows where you're going tonight, and he intends to take you all for himself. Once you're his, escape seems useless.

( Genre / Warnings ) : Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviours, alcohol and drugs, attempted rape (very small mentions), reader gives in really fast

( Notes ) : This one is really messed up, so please read at your own discretion. I'm happy to be writing again and hopefully I can get more imagines out. Enjoy <3

Sapnap is very observant, believe it or not. He can tell people's emotions and what they're thinking very easily. Though, being how young he is, he tends to not use this skill wisely. But when it comes to you; he's practically a genius. He knows every small detail about you. He's studied you, gotten Clay to hack into your Instagram account, even gone as far as to watch you from your window.

But Sapnap's delusional mind didn't see that as creepy or even wrong; you belonged to him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Sapnap had heard of that college party you were going to. He had seen messages between you and your friends about it. Clay always told him that he couldn't let opportunity's pass him by, and this was a perfect example of that.

He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want your ridiculous friends and pestering family near you anymore. You didn't need anyone else but him.

It was 10 pm on a Saturday, the sky was clear and the temperature was high. It was the perfect night for a party, and for his plan to go into action.

The house was full of people, so Sapnap could fit right in with everyone. His eyes scanned the groups of intoxicated young adults, but he couldn't find you. Most men his age would find all the women at the party perfect for a hookup, their tight dresses, well painted faces, and high stiletto heels. But Sapnap barely spared a glance at them, even when one of them came up to him.

"Hey there~" Sapnap heard a female voice beside him, as well as a hand on his forearm. "I heard there were some empty rooms upstairs, if you're interested."

Sapnap rolled his eyes at the woman, who practically radiated the scent of alcohol and weed. "Get the hell off of me." He muttered, pushing the girl away. He had no interest in girls that weren't you.

The girl scoffed and walked away, probably off to seduce another guy. Sapnap walked further into the house, until he reached the rather large living room. His eyes scanned the room once more and finally landed on a group of around three people; one of them was you. His mouth practically watered at your outfit.

You wore a tight red dress with spaghetti straps, thin black tights that covered your gorgeous legs, and a pair of black heels. Your hair was done beautifully, more beautifully than usual; if that was even possible. Your makeup skills definitely paid off, because damn, you were painted for the Gods.

Sapnap noticed the red solo cup filled with alcohol and smiled; you being drunk would make this so much easier. The man approached you as calmly as he could, though his heart was pounding at a million miles a minute.

"Mind if I steal her away?" He asked your friend, who was also very drunk. "I'll take care of her."

Your friend giggled and lightly pushed you towards him. "Told you you were getting some tonight, girl!" She said, "Don't wreck her too much."

You looked slightly confused at what was happening, but in your intoxicated state, there wasn't much you could do about it. You stood up and Sapnap immediately grabbed your hand, walking you away from your friends.

"The rooms are the other way..." You mumbled as Sapnap dragged you away, dropping your cup in the process.

"We're gonna go to my house, okay?" Sapnap said, opening the front door and pulling you out of the house.

"Mmmm, don't wanna..." You moaned, though your body was too tired to fight. You tried to pull your body away from the man, but Sapnap tightened his grip on you.

He opened up his car door and helped you inside, before going over to his own side and getting inside. He started up the car and was about to drive away, when you stopped him.

Though you were drunk, there were alarms going through your head that this was a bad idea. They bounced throughout your mind and made your headache worse. "On second thought, I think I wanna go back inside..."

Your hand reached for the door handle, but Sapnap quickly locked it. Your head snapped towards him, fear evident in your eyes. "You aren't leaving me, Y/N."

Your heart stopped. "How do you know my name?"

Sapnap began to laugh, a horrible, sickening laugh. "God, I can't believe I got away with it." He said, "I've been watching you for months, just waiting for this moment."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you desperately tried to open the door, but it was no use. Sapnap's hand leaned over to rest on your thigh, slowly rising up further. You knew what was about to happen, so you tried with all your might to push his hand off of you. This only made him stronger.

Broken sobs left your lips. You didn't want this to happen here, you didn't want it at all. Especially not in a car. You sobbed and suddenly shouted, "WAIT!"

Sapnap seemed to be shocked and his hand froze, just barely ghosting your sensitive area. You shook in fear, but you tried your best to be calm. "Let's not do this here... Um, you- you can take me home and do it there..."

Hearing the word "home" leave your lips made Sapnap beyond happy. You already considered it home? Just for extra measure, you latched onto his arm and rested your head on it, trying to keep the tears inside.

"We can do that, baby. Whatever you want." Sapnap said, suddenly sounding a lot calmer. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, before backing out of the house's driveway.

You kept your head on his arm, closing your eyes and imagining you were anywhere other than here. Maybe your friends would notice you hadn't come home and remember the man's face, then the police would find you and you'd be safe.

"You're gonna love Texas, honey." Sapnap said dreamily, "You can meet my Mom eventually too, if you want."

Your eyes widened. Texas?! You had assumed he lived here, since he had been watching you for so long. But Texas was far away... was there any chance at all that they'd find him?

Tears began to leave your eyes as you realized you probably weren't escaping from him, and if you did, you might not make it out alive. He was stronger than you were, smarter than you were; you hadn't even made it to Texas yet and you had given up on escape.

Maybe it was for the best.

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angstyx · 2 years

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ayup

i was watching the clip of tommy calling wilbur wilby so i had an idea

can I request wilbur x platonic!teen!reader in which reader accidentally calls wilbur wilby on stream?

Wilby

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 240+ words

Summary: You accidentally call Wilbur the wrong name and it causes chaos

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: um well im back 💀 after like idk months of not posting here's a new piece of writing

lol tell me if my writing got worse or not

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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"Hey, Wilby? Can you-" You immediately realize your mistake and unfortunately WIlbur heard it before you could correct yourself. "Did you just call me Wilby?" You freeze as you quickly laugh to cover your slip up. "What no- I don't know what you're talking about, WIlbur-" "You just called me wilby I heard it. Chat you heard it as well right?"

You groan in despair as you see chat agreeing with him, seeing yes's flood the chat. A donation soon pops up and you can't help but laugh when you read it.

❝[username] donated $10: someone clip that❞

❝[username] donated 500 bits: yesss❞

"NO CHAT DON'T PLEASE MY STREAMING CAREER WILL BE RUINED."

❝[username] donated $5: y/n i'm praying that you don't wake up tomorrow with people sending you clips of you saying wilby❞

"You're jinxing it!" You say in disbelief, making Wilbur laugh. "Wilbur, I didn't call you that at all, I swear." "You're lying, I literally heard it, and chat heard it too. I bet there are multiple clips of it right now."

That probably was true but you decided not to think about that. "Wow thanks for telling me that. Speaking of clips, I bet I'm going to see it all over my twitter home page the second i open the app."

"OH SO YOU DO ADMIT THAT YOU DID SAY IT." "Wilbur literally shup the fuck up right now or I'll block you on all my socials."

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 2 years

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Snow Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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boosbitchh · 2 years

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Ranboo (C! Or CC! Works) where Ranboo is a yandere/stalker and breaks into the readers home at night? Somnophila/Non-con type thing (Also, reader AFAB)

@: cc!ranboo x fem!reader — non-con, somnophila, stalking, cyberstalking, breaking and entering, afab reader.

@: hope you enjoy <3

ranboo had been watching you for a very long time. every move you made, everywhere you went, every person you talked to; he knew about it. you couldn't hide anything from the boy, not even your deepest, darkest desires. he had even found each and every one of your social medias, finding ways to hack into your computer and see everything you searched. most of it was completely harmless stuff, but sometimes he'd find something dirty, something absolutely disgusting that you got off to. and that's when he had the idea to hack into your webcam and watch you even more.

it wasn't a rare occurrence for you to be sitting in your desk chair, legs spread and feet placed on both ends of the desk. it was like you knew you had an audience, and you were giving him the exact show he wanted. while you masturbated to porn, he masturbated to you. he could see every bit of you perfectly, but that wasn't enough for him. he needed to touch you for real. that's when his plan was set into action.

it wasn’t hard to find your address. in fact, it was probably harder to hack into your webcam than to find your address. ranboo was prepared to spend however much money it took to get to you; but he was elated to find out you lived only a five hour drive from him. how lucky was he? so he packed a light bag with extra clothes and got into his vehicle, prepared to drive the five hours just to get to his one and only. you.

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by the time he had arrived at your home, it was pitch black. his cock was straining against his jeans with just the thought of you. he hadn’t seen you in person too many times, one when he first became obsessed with you and one when you had visited your grandparents nearby where he lived. ranboo remembered seeing you in your little tennis skirt and t-shirt that was far too tight walking down the street; he salivated at the thought of it.

there were no lights on inside the home, so ranboo could only assume you were asleep. that didn't disappoint him, no, it only excited him more. he approached the front door and turned the handle; it opened. he grinned, of course you were stupid enough to keep the door unlocked. it was like you were just asking for him to do this.

ranboo stepped inside and was met with total darkness. he paid no attention to any other room and began to walk upstairs to find the room of his darling. he knew exactly how it looked, he almost knew where it was located. the only light on upstairs was the bathroom light, where he could just barely see that your parents weren't in there. this only made him happier.

he approached the only door left and slowly opened it, his eyes meeting the familiar room of yours. and what was on the bed? you, fast asleep. it must've been a hot night for you, because you laid on top of your blankets. ranboo could see your legs from a mile away, only barely covered by your nightgown that was already beginning to uncover more.

he was quick to go beside you; he wanted to see you close up. you were everything ranboo could ever dream of~. you looked perfect like this, so delicate. he felt that if he touched you too much you’d break. that was very ironic considering that ranboo was here to break you.

ranboo couldn’t resist anymore. his cock was painfully hard and you were right there, just waiting to be stuffed full. so he undid his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down, slowly jerking his cock as he looked at your sleeping figure. he slowly moved your nightgown upward, towards your tits so he had perfect access to you. his fingers went around your cotton panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, exposing your most delicate parts. his cock ached to be inside of you, but he had to wait.

ranboo trailed his hand over your thighs and ass, lightly squeezing the flesh in his hands. you barely stirred, almost like you wanted it to happen. he put a finger between your folds and slid it inside of you. your pussy was already ready for him; just from one finger, you were already getting wet. he couldn’t resist anymore. removing his finger, he moved onto your bed and kneeled above you, cock just inches away from your pussy.

ranboo slowly pulled your legs apart, exposing even more of your precious parts. he wanted nothing more than to taste you, to spend hours between your thighs, but he couldn’t right now. he put the tip of his cock inside of you and you seemed to stir a little bit more. but he didn’t care. he put more and more of himself inside of you, soft gasps leaving his lips. you were more than he ever could’ve imagined. once he was completely inside of you, he began to move.

“fuck, how are you so tight, baby?” he whispered to your sleeping figure, cock thrusting in and out of your cunt. “are you a virgin? you’d better be, i don’t want any other man touching you.”

as his pace quickened, you began to wake up. at first, you seemed unaware of what was happening to you. then you came to your senses and realized it wasn’t a nightmare; it was real life. he could see the panic in your eyes, he could almost taste it; and it only excited him more.

“who the hell are you?!” you exclaimed, tears welling up in your eyes at the pace he was going.

“somebody who’s been watching you for a very long time, baby.” ranboo explained. you sobbed, body rocking at the same pace he thrusted.

“please… if you want money or something, there’s a safe in my parents room, you can have whatever you want!” you exclaimed, “just please stop!”

ranboo chuckled. “i don’t want money, baby.”

tears rolled deliciously down your cheeks. “then what do you want?!” you pleaded.

ranboo’s pace quickened, which made you cry out more. “i want you. i’ve always wanted you.”

you gaped at him, the occasional whimper or forced out moan leaving your lips. “how- how do you even know who I am?”

“you’re my angel. i s-saw you one day and i knew you’d be mine.” ranboo explained as his hips thrust against your manically.

you broke out into further sobs, closing your eyes to shield yourself from the travesty happening to you. ranboo lightly shushed you as he felt himself get close to release.

“you’re everything i’ve ever wanted,” he said, his thrusts becoming sloppy, “we’re gonna be together forever.”

you had no chance to reply before you felt him cum, right inside of your womb. against your own will, your body came, forcing another sob out of you. you felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t have the heart to open them.

“get comfortable, baby.” ranboo said, “we’re gonna be together for a long, long time.”

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mrs-soot · 1 year

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okay but if i were to make some kind of add-on type thing to Letters would anyone for that?

if so should i go with like a full fix/one shot version of the headcanons i already published or should k try a part 2/alternate ending kinda thing??

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur headcanons #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #wilbur #mcyt masterlist #mcyt headcanons #mcyt #mcyt oneshots

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sourainbow · 2 years

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° Hanny's Introduction °

Hello hello, everyone! I'm Hanny. You can call me HannyPie or LilPotato/SweetPotato (SP/SweetP) either of them. Me and 2 of my friends shared this account and will post stuff from time to time. I can write fluff, angst and some headcanons. Feel free to request whatever you want but there will be some rules that you all need to know first.

What I can write: -Fluff -Angst (not much but I'll try) Who I write for: -Dream -George -Sapnap -Karl Jacobs -Quackity -Foolish Gamers -Awesamdude -Nihachu -Wilbur Soot -Tommy -Tubbo -Ranboo -Fundy -Badboyhalo -Punz -Eret -Technoblade (respectfully, I only write fluff for him. I also write platonic oneshots/headcanons) -{Ask me if you want anyone else included but I will think about it if I should write about them or not} What I can't write: -Smut (I can write these things but this blog is only for fluff stuff)

--- Masterlist

Ask Requests Art --- Also, when it comes to reader, you can tell me which pronouns you want them to be. You can imagine what reader looks like or what they're like, it depends on you. Everything is welcome here. Except, I don't welcome homophobic, transphobic, poppytwts, xenophobes, anti LGBTQ+, racists, etc. DNI.

#hanny's masterlist #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt headcanons #dsmp headcanon #dsmp oneshot #mcyt oneshots #be nice :)#dsmpblr

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atherix · 5 months

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Asking bc the vault now has this role

#silly #the vault #as someone whose first mcyt fic was a 30k oneshot.......

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griffintail · 1 year

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Lost Ones Halloween

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

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Tommy

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

Wilbur

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

Technoblade

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

Philza

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

Ghostbur

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

Eret

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

Dream

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

Tubbo

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

Ranboo

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

Fundy

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

Quackity

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

Schlatt

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

Awesamdude

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

Foolish

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

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

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karmaspidr · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44656384

#dantdm #sosmp #shady oaks smp #shady oaks retirement smp #shady oaks #og mcyt #mcyt #old mcyt #mcyt oneshots #mcyt fanfiction #fanfic #wattpad #ao3

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itsonlydana · 2 years

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Sad thought of the week

As someone who was insecure about their laugh after being it being made fun of non-stop

Do you think foolish ever gets insecure about his laugh with all the Windex jokes?

Foolish getting insecure about his laugh

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: headcanons, Foolish getting insecure about his laugh

➛ tags/warnings: insecurity, fluff

➛ an: my requests are closed but if you want to send in some thoughts about the people i write for i will write something short like this!

➛ tagging: @icarusthefoolish

important links: rules + masterlist

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

in general, I don't think he minds the jokes and memes about his laughter. He knows it's extraordinary - and that's not in a bad way

he notices how his friends are always carried away by his laughter and he can manage to send an entire Discord call into a teary eyed never ending fit of laughter. His laughter may be the catalyst, but when everyone ends up laughing it's still funnier

Foolish seems like a happy person overall, finding joy in many things, and even the smallest things leave him glowing like the sun

but everyone has days where they are not feeling well and they get caught up in things that may not be as serious as they seem at the time

maybe it's one windex bottle emote too many, or a joke in a donation on one of those jinxed days, but the resulting heavy feeling in his chest is still with him even after he finished his stream earlier than usual

Foolish would open up to you, he can't really hide any secrets from you, it's his furrowed brow and tense jaw that betrays that something is on his mind, and when he tells you what's on his mind, he does it in a quiet moment where you're lying in bed or on the couch together

the best thing you can do against this insecurity is to give him physical closeness and tell him how unique his laughter makes him. It's something that makes him special, what others love about him, what you love about him, and it's another part of him that he can't and shouldn't change

a lot of kissing and cuddling, maybe a quiet evening with Netflix, a movie and ordered food is the best medicine

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt writing #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #mcyt fluff #mcyt oneshots #foolish gamers fanfiction #foolish gamers imagine #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers x you #foolish x reader #foolish x you #foolish fluff #foolish gamers fluff

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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MCYT ; they have a very obvious crush on you

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, & quackity

warnings ; language

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

constantly donates / talks through tts when you're streaming alone

TommyInnit donated $10!

"Tommy, stop giving me money, just use TTS"

only uses tts when you tell him to each and every time, it's routine

if he's streaming when you compliment him, chat always points out his red face to both of you

"shut up chat! I'm not blushing. you guys suck"

after a while he gets invested in the shipping

"if I open wattpad and don't see three new y/s/n fics I'm gonna lose my shit, guys"

"Tommy, Tommy, check ao3"

"I found one and it actually looks good!"

reading fanfics on stream (with permission of course and being light on the jokes and whatnot)

you and Tommy make your own fanfic too

he gets your friends to read it on their streams too 💀💀💀

literally every bit he writes is something he wants to do with you

such a hopeless romantic

RANBOO

always doing you favors

never saying no to you

"yes sir/maam!"

always donos on your streams while speed running or playing horror games to tell you good luck

it rlly isn't a stream wo one of their donos istg

chat always asking where he is during one of said streams

editors go CRAZY with the misfits vlogs & tom simons vlogs with you two in them

the chemistry???

you react to / watch each sorry boys episode on stream when they come out

editors go crazy with your compliments to ranboo

they do too 😭😭

giggling and kicking their feet cause they're so funny to you

he's literally head over heels bruh

gives u free merch and stuff

FREDDIE BADLINU

he's usually nice/full of compliments but he's so extra with you

claims it's for the bit

lets you dye his hair

ylyl streams with him constantly LMAO

he wrote your name on his bi flag for some reason??? when you ask about it he just says "why not?" and you shrug it off

always helping you pick out clothes and shit when thrifting/shopping

always has to find a pair of sunglasses for you I swear

constantly asks his viewers to edit you guys

it's become a part of your relationship where he clearly has a crush on you but you can't tell if it's for the bit or if he's serious so you never say anything

the tom simons vlogs w you guys go hard

especially the ylyl irl with ran, tommy, charlie, james, and billzo

same with the ylyl american version w jack, tommy, james, harry, etc

editors and fanfic writers have field days with those

just straight up making out as "friends" for the bit????

even Tommy is confused and he's been supporting Freddie through the dumb shit he's been doing

supports the fanfics

he honestly reads them

if you catch him doing so he says he's just interested and he might read it on stream for funnies

QUACKITY

"accidently" sends you free merch nearly every drop

qsmp streams are never complete without you guys flirting or going on a date

basically old karlnapity but you guys on the qsmp

qsmp y/s/n streams go so hard, they're literally the best

cellbit, roier, and jaiden officiating your fake wedding

qsmp y/s/n edits and fanart went crazy

youre like "guys no fanfics or edits of y/s/n, only if hes comfortable with it, I don't want you guys to weird him out"

and hes begging people to make the fanfics, the fanart, the everything

daily tweets of "guys send me more y/s/n fanart" or "any good y/s/n fanfic recommendations??"

cellbit always replies to those tweets with some long ass dictionary ass response to fuck with you two

fitmc of all people makes you guys a little tumblr oneshot.

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit #qsmp #osmp

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poraphia · 8 months

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“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

♡♡♡

There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

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