#dream smp x reader

Tue, 22 Mar 2022 23:43:32

when requesting, please try to keep the amount of prompts requested under or equal to five. thank you and happy requesting!
+ anyone and everyone is free to use these prompts for their own writing <3
+ all pronouns are set as ‘they’ but are subject to change per requests !

blog intro|masterlist

“are you jealous?”
“come on. we’ll do it together.”
“you two would make such a cute couple!”
“how did you know i’d be here?”
“there’s someone here to see you..”
“well, that killed the mood.”
“i doesn’t work like that.” “it does now.”
“can i have a hug?”
“isn’t this the part where we kiss..?”
“i don’t care what they do, they can hang out with whoever they want.” “right. even if it’s (name)?” “come again?”
“yep, they’re dead.” “they’re right there!”
“kiss me.”
“stop telling me you’re fine!”
“does your mom know where you are?”
“please don’t leave.”
“it’s been a while since i’ve seen you wear your own sweatshirt..”
“have you ever had a rational thought? ever?”
“what if we just went to bed instead?”
“let’s play a game!” “i hate games.”
“get a new excuse.”
“so.. you lied.”
“i miss them.”
“hands off.”
“do you believe in soulmates?”
“i don’t believe that for a second.”
“you’re mine.”
“is that my shirt?”
“what do i need to do to prove my love?”
“it’s okay, im here.”
“why are you so warm?”
“you’re slow today.”
“you look better in it anyway.”
“can i kiss you?”
“do you want to talk about it?”
“i think im falling in love with you and it terrifies me.”
“i said it once, and i’ll say it again: i don’t care.”
“don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”
“sorry, your eyes distracted me, what were you saying?”
“don’t say it.”
“i really like flowers.”
“you shouldn’t be awake right now.” “okay, hypocrite.”
“why did you..?” “i told you i’d do anything to keep you safe.”
“you’re not going to lose me.”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“i don’t know if i can just be friends with you anymore.”
“just.. come here.”
“why would i do that?” “out of the kindness of your heart..?”
“im gonna need popcorn for this one..”
“you know there’s a storm outside, right?”
“you have to stop doing this. im running out of bandages.”
“i wish we were more than that.”
“you were going to leave.”
“you look hungry.”
“i thought you didn’t have feelings for me?”
“no one deserves to be alone.”
“whose shirt is that?”
"do you know what knocking is?”
“im sorry. i can’t.”
“i’ll stay as long as you need me.”
“you should take a break.”
“if we get caught.. im blaming you.”
“im not scheming, im thinking.”
“sorry, i didn’t mean to walk in on.. whatever this is..”
“don’t act like you don’t love being here.” “i love being here when im getting paidfor being here.”
“your wish is my command.”
“admit it; you’re addicted to me.”
“that’s not what i meant and you know it!”
“i have loyalties. im not going to apologize for that.”
“look what we have here..”
“im gonna kill them.”
“come on, i’ll carry you.”
“sometimes you just have to walk away.”
“no, don’t leave yet..”
“i told you we’d meet again.”
“beautiful, right?”
“i know i shouldn’t, but im falling in love with you.”
“friends don’t do this.”
“you bought this for me? ..why?”
“do you even remember last night?”
“you can cry, but not in front of them.”
“i just like the sound of your voice.”
“their pupils literally turn into hearts when they look at you!”
“i know you’re in pain, but there’s an ice cream truck outside right now.”
“i think you’re drunk.”
“you play piano?!”
“i feel safe in your arms.”
“apologies won’t make the pain go away.”
“you made this?”
“it’s a little late.. you should just stay.”
“i don’t even remember how this started.”
“that wasn’t a dream?”
“no one saw me!”
“you know, you’re starting to sound like my father.”
“they don’t forget anything.”
“i think i could fall in love with you.” “don’t.”
“you’re not a bad person, so stop saying that.”
“do you like them..?”
“you just always have to get what you want, don’t you?”
“are you new around here?”
“oh my god, they know my name.”

Sun, 20 Mar 2022 14:30:39

we don’t talk about dream (dream x reader)

summary (slight!au for convenience, really) tommy grew up in fear of the man he never truly knew. but as he grew older and old secrets come into light during the development of l’manburg, tommy searches for answers about the name that many no longer say.

warning swearing, mentions of murder

a/n yes, this was totally to feed my simultaneous dream smp and encanto addictions. no further questions (it’s got a slow start but i promise it gets better!!!!)

gif cred belongs to @calamardo-sad

“send tommy to the basement, they said,” tommy mimicked, his voice high pitched in his muttering despite mocking his father’s words. he opened the loud door to the basement of his childhood home. “he can find it, they said.” he huffed out, flicking at the light switch. nothing happened. he flickered at it a few more times before groaning out. “you’re fucking kidding.”

he rubbed a hand down his face as he stared into the darkness of the basement, the wooden stairs the only thing visible to him at that angle. still, his chest filled with childish fear.

tommy sighed. “stupid technoblade and his stupid birthday..” he began down the stairs, still rambling angrily to himself. “why would he want to look through that stupid journal anyway? he probably couldn’t understand anything that’s written in there anyway..” he groaned again at the sea of boxes awaiting him. “im the best fucking brother ever for this.”

he weaved through the dusty boxes, squinting at the old sharpie to make out what was written on them while muttering about how wilbur owed him. it took him ten minutes before he finally made out a faint ‘technoblade’ on a pile of boxes. he sighed again heavily, dropping to his knees and getting to the real search.

it would have been a nice, nostalgic feeling going through them had it not been for the layers of dust that kicked into his face at every other thing he pulled out of the boxes. finally, after sneezing and coughing more than he had in his entire life, tommy found a box of old books and journals.

he grabbed out the journals–three small books with a child’s shorthand proclaiming ‘techno’ on the front of it. tommy smiled slightly, feeling a small weight lift off his shoulders. he was about to open one, take a look at young technoblade’s thoughts, when he heard something fall behind him.

his head immediately snapped over, eyes drawn to a shining object that caught the slight glint of light in the dark basement. he tucked the journals under his arm and cautiously headed over to the object.

kneeling down by it, tommy realized it was an old disc peeking out of its cover. he slipped it back in before picking up the casing. he nearly dropped it again when he saw what was written on.

‘FROM DREAM’

growing up, dream was a household name for tommy. from his brother’s scheming of rising up and breaking dream’s tyrannical foundation, to the fight for l’manburg itself, tommy grew to live in fear of the man he had only met twice; once, he was too young to remember, and again when the man threatened his life on his own doorstep. and yet, that was still years ago.

so why was a disc with his name on it in their basement?

tommy held it up to the light more, blood rushing loudly in his ears. when he saw what else was written, he actually did drop the disc, yelping as though it had burned him.

‘TO TOMMY’

tommy knelt down slowly, his breathing suddenly heavy with the fear that filled his chest. his hands were shaking as he went to grasp the disc, seeing it was anything like those he had collected. maybe it was one he had stolen from him.

but when he went to pull the disc from its casing, only a portion of it came out. tommy shook the case, and the rest of the broken pieces scattered onto the floor; at least eight different portions of the disc from a man who almost killed his entire family and country.

“shit.”

…

tommy sighed at the laid out pieces of the broken disc. “why is this here for me, dream?”

the loud creak of the front door opening made tommy flinch, quickly wheeling around and brushing the broken pieces further behind his back. karl stood in the doorway, looking curiously over at tommy with a box in hand.

“karl!” tommy exclaimed breathlessly. “jesus, man, you scared me.”

“sorry, sorry,” the man shrugged with a huff. “i was dropping off some things for philza when i, uh..” he placed down the box and looked over at tommy again. “heard the name we don’t speak.”

right. tommy had forgotten about the country’s superstition; never say dream’s name, for he has ears everywhere.

“right, uh, sorry,” tommy coughed. karl just turned away, probably going to get another box from outside. “but..” the brunette turned to him again. “if there were to be anything said about dream..”

“we don’t talk about dream,” karl reiterated, holding up his hands to stop tommy from pressing the topic. he already seemed stressed at just the thought of the man.

“but-”

“tommy, i would drop it,” he shook his head, eyes shifting out the doorway.

tommy couldn’t help it–if anyone were to know anything, it would be karl. that guy seemed to have limitless information at his disposal. “but say that, in theory, d- he,” karl raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, “was out for you.. what would he do?”

before karl even had the chance to try to lecture him, sapnap burst through the door, another box in hand. “he was nightmare!”

“sap!” karl pleaded, tugging at his arm after he placed the box down.

“karl, he deserves to know,” sapnap brushed, beginning toward tommy. “he would make terrible promises, manipulate you until you didn’t know what was true, and then BOOM!” tommy flinched when sapnap lurched suddenly toward his face. “and there was nothing you could do.”

“sapnap, please!”

“what if you didn’t know whether or not he was coming after you?” tommy rushed out. “what would you do if you didn’t know where you stood with him?”

“well, you’d better figure it out,” sapnap warned, shaking his head. “because he was coming for you.” before tommy could ask anything else, karl wedged his way between them and pushed sapnap away.

“we don’t talk about dream!” he proclaimed, loud and adamant. “okay? not since..” karl sighed out. sapnap placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder as his head dropped. there was a moment of tense silence where guilt creeped at tommy’s heart before karl’s bright, passionate eyes turned to him again.

“i’ll talk about him just this once,” karl spoke seriously. “but then never again.” tommy nodded fervently, discreetly sweeping the broken vinyl pieces into one of the set out bowls as sapnap lead his husband to sit down. “it was our wedding day.. we were getting ready when it started raining.”

“it wasn’t ideal, but it was just a little rain,” sapnap cut in. karl sent him a light glare.

“right, we weren’t going to let that ruin our wedding,” karl continued. tommy nodded. he vaguely remembered their wedding; it had only been a few years ago.. but he didn’t remember anything about dream. “then dream happened. all we saw was a lightning strike-”

“the kind that can only happen from a trident summoning it,” sapnap clarified and karl hit his arm.

“are you telling this story, or am i?”

sapnap smiled at his husband, grabbing the hand that just hit him and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. tommy would’ve gagged had he not been so focused on the main point of the story. “im sorry, darlin’. go on.”

karl rolled his eyes with a smile, turning back to tommy. “well, whenever lightnings starts.. it doesn’t stop.” sapnap squeezed his husband’s hand. “one thing lead to another, the weather turned into a full-fledged storm by the time of the reception–practically a hurricane!”

“i do remember that,” tommy nodded. “the wedding moved into your house after that. phil had me and techno move all the tables inside.”

“it was still the most amazing day of our lives,” sapnap reaffirmed. “we didn’t let that idiot ruin it, but.. after that day we started living by the superstition.”

“we don’t talk about dream,” karl spoke as he stood from the table. “so whatever this new curiosity you have, tommy..” him and sapnap looked at him seriously. “i would drop it.”

…

he didn’t drop it.

“well, we all grew up fearing him,” tubbo shook his head. “but even now, he’s everywhere. always mumbling, planning.. i bet he practically lives in l’manburg.”

“you think?” tommy questioned. him, tubbo, and ranboo were sitting on the outskirts of the country, lounging in the shade of a large tree when tommy “casually” brought up the feared man again.

“there’s no way he just left us alone after all that’s happened,” tubbo continued. “it’s been nearly two years since the war ended, but it’s not over. not really. not as long as he’s out there.” tommy and ranboo shared an uneasy look. “i associate him with the sound of the shifting stone. every time we hear that loud shift, president soot always says it’s the wall settling, but i think it’s dream. he’s probably watching us from our very own wall.

“and he scares them all. leaves the president and the entire country fumbling at just the sound of his name. just the idea of him.” tubbo sat up straight. “one day, i’m going to be president. and i’m going to defeat dream once and for all.”

tommy thought for a moment. “why do you think they fear him so much?”

“he’s unpredictable,” tubbo shrugged. “he’s manipulative, he’s crazy.. he’s someone you can’t quite figure out. no one understands.” tubbo brushed some of his hair out of his wide eyes to look clearly at tommy. “do youunderstand?”

…

“he’s seven feet tall,” wilbur spoke ominously but strongly, voice taunting, “weapons strapped along his back..” he circled his younger brother like a vulture and tommy found himself wishing he had never come to visit. “remember that day, all those years ago, when he came to visit?” tommy didn’t get to answer before wil was back in front of him, speaking, “you say you only remember him saying your name before it all faded to black.

“he knows when you’re thinking about him,” wilbur continued, tone growing more ferocious as he walked forward. every step he took, tommy took one back. fear grew in his heart. “and i bet he practically feasts on the memory of your scream that day. treasures it like your disc.” tommy hit the wall with a small yelp in surprise.

“so stop. talking. about. him.” wilbur’s eyes were furious. “if i hear again that you’re asking around about dream, i’m bringing philza into it. and i’ll rethink the vice presidency thing we talked about.” then wilbur walked away, leaving tommy to gulp with fear. he called back one final, “we don’t talk about dream.”

…

“i don’t know much,” niki offered quietly, shifting her bread basket on her arm. “once he told me he’d kill my fox, and the next day it was dead.” she shook her head, continuing her walk that tommy had interrupted. “i wouldn’t go around asking about him, tommy. nothing good can come from it.”

tommy frowned.

…

“dream?” badboyhalo sounded, looking taken aback by the younger boy’s question. “i never really liked him.. we were okay, kind of, until a few rougher things happened..” bad shook his head, finally looking into tommy’s eyes. “last time i saw him, he said i would end up drunk and crazy with a beer gut if i continued to follow the egg. and i’ve already got body image issues, so..” bad shrugged with a wave. “wouldn’t trust him. that’s what i tell myself.”

tommy watched with wide, slightly-amused eyes as bad walked away.

…

“he told me that my sight would disappear,” eret spoke, deep voice sending a chill down tommy’s spine as he whipped off his sunglasses, “now look at my eyes!” tommy flinched with fear at the empty orbs stared at him. then eret laughed out, offering a charming smile. “just kidding. i was born like this.”

“jesus, man..,” tommy huffed. he was often understood and appreciated eret’s humor, but it could be annoying when tommy had a goal in mind. he wanted answers, not jokes.

“i wouldn’t go around asking about dream so freely, tommy,” eret shrugged, pushing his sunglasses back onto his nose. “you never know who you can trust these days because of him–anyone could be a spy. even me.” tommy tensed for a moment, furrowing his brow skeptically as eret walked past him. “im kidding, im kidding! ..kinda.” and the man walked away and laughed, leaving tommy more annoyed than before.

…

“why are you asking that?” george spoke slowly and unsurely.

“i..,” tommy began, trailing off. he didn’t know whether or not to be honest. “i don’t know. i think im at the age where i can finally understand and know a little about him. and i want to know.”

george just frowned, looking at the grass below them. he spoke slowly and quietly, “dream was.. he was strange with me. he was protective of me for the majority of our friendship, before i realized that his idea of “protection” was just plain manipulation.” he looked up and shrugged at tommy. “he would always tell me that everything i wanted was promised to me, and would someday be mine. i felt..” he shook his head with honest shame. tommy was listening intently at this rate; this was the most open he had ever seen george. “powerful. but i think my power only really grew when i was finally away from him.

“dream is complicated,” george continued, crossing his arms. “he does things only for his own benefit. whatever you’re asking around for, you’re only going to find the same answer; dream is a terrible man who did terrible things.” george picked up the bag he had laid on the ground. “that’s just the truth.” and he walked away without saying anything else.

tommy stood in the shade for a moment as he processed.

…

it was sunset when tommy finally reached your house. he took a deep breath before heading around back, where he knew you would be lounging by this time.

“tommy?”

you were reading a book on your lit up back porch, enjoying the cool evening breeze as the sun dipped below the horizon. your eyes were on him, brows raised curiously. he coughed out, “hey, y/n. how-”

“i know why you’re here,” you cut in. he silenced himself immediately, watching as you bookmarked your book before turning looking up at him again with a solemn smile. you waved a hand to the seat across from you. “let’s talk.”

tommy slowly sank into the comfortable chair, heart beginning to beat nervously. he began, “so..” but he didn’t know where to begin, and frankly was a little embarrassed that word of his curiosity had gotten back to you. he prayed it hadn’t found wilbur again. he shook his head–this was you. the most comfortable, kind person he knew. there was no reason to freeze up now. “.. where do i start?”

you offered him a short chuckle. “let me start.” tommy nodded, turning his body toward you. “george told me you were coming, by the way.” tommy pursed his lips. “and sapnap before that.”

“yeah,” tommy coughed, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “just.. covering all of the bases, i guess.”

you nodded, not looking at him. “i don’t know what has you so curious, but..” you shrugged. “if anyone around here is going to silence that mind of yours.. it might just be me.” tommy raised his eyebrows in the slightest, but your gaze remained on the small table between your seats. “dream was the most honest with me. he, uh, told me loved me after all.”

“do you not believe it?” tommy cut in. when you looked up, he quickly added, “sorry.”

“no, you’re fine,” you assured, shaking your head at him. “i did, at one point, but.. i don’t know what i believe about him anymore.” you paused, hugging one of your knees to your chest as you spoke, “dream used to tell me that we were meant for each other. that he was the man i was supposed to be with, that i was the one of his dreams. and if i were to ever leave him..” you shook your head to yourself, busying your hands with brushing your hair out of your face. “if he ever were to be out of reach, i would realize that i could never love again.”

“he was in love with you,” tommy summarized and you pursed your lips. “but you don’t know whether it was truly love or.. i don’t know, mania?”

“yeah,” you affirmed. “i left him before sapnap and george parted. he-he wanted to lock me down, keep me caged. and i couldn’t bear it.” you stood from your seat, finally meeting eyes with tommy’s wary gaze. “i know you’ve heard it a thousand times before, but please, tommy..” your pleading gaze sent a chill down his spine. “we don’t talk about dream.”

tommy gulped and nodded. the distant bell of the hours changing broke your focus. you looked into the distant sky with a sigh, “i’ve got to get changed. i have to be at the white house in an hour.”

“the white house?” tommy questioned, rising from his own seat. “why?”

“technoblade’s coming for dinner,” you explained, heading toward your back door, “and i think wilbur’s taking it as a chance to finally set us up.” you paused in your doorway as tommy raised his eyebrows. “i’ll see you there?”

“yeah,” he nodded, voice quieter than he would have liked. you just nodded in return and disappeared inside your house.

as tommy walked away, pondering dream’s obsession for you, he couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of being watched.

…

tommy’s mind was swirling with a million thoughts when he returned to his house. quickly, he drew out the bowl he had swept the vinyl pieces into a few days prior. he poured them out onto the table, nearly ten pieces to a puzzle he didn’t know if he was ready to piece together. but he had bought some epoxy a day prior to try.

he began to piece together the vinyl, keeping an eye on the kitchen clock.

we don’t talk about dream.

he was a nightmare!

three pieces were cleanly fitted to each other.

wouldn’t trust him. that’s what i tell myself.

dream used to tell me we were meant for each other.

it felt as if the entire house was on edge.

… and the next day it was dead.

we don’t talk about dream.

his hands were shaking as he tried the last few pieces.

practically a hurricane!

weapons strapped along his back..

the second the record was laid out, altogether at last, tommy shakily poured the epoxy along the cracks. his heart was racing, and he raked a stressed hand through his hair as he checked the clock once more. he’d have to wait for the glue-like substance to settle before he could toss the record onto a player, but he didn’t have enough time to wait for it. then, the front door slammed open.

“hey, tommy! you better get your nice shirt on, ‘cause techno is com- ing…” tommy turned to philza in absolute fear, listening as phil’s words trailed off when he spotted the disc on the table. his eyes were locked directly on the small green ring that outlined the center, jaw dropping slowly as tommy’s veins filled with horror, weakly attempted to cover the pieced disc. but the damage had already been done.

“i-i..,” tommy sputtered before the dam holding him together finally broke, and he rushed out in nearly one breath, “you sent me to the basement for techno’s gift, and i found a disc with my name on it from dream, but i broke it!, and i tried to ask around for clues but wilbur yelled at me, and karl’s furious, and i think.. dream’s after me?” the last part wasn’t meant to be so much of a question, but tommy could barely think of the inflection of his words when philza’s usually fatherly blue eyes looked so mortified.

his father took a few slow steps forward, painfully loud in the silent house.

“phil?”

philza gently pushed tommy to the side to view the cracked disc in full. he practically watched as his father’s chest filled and released with air, the expression in his eyes changing every moment as his eyes swirled with a thousand thoughts. his feathers were both literally and metaphorically ruffled.

then, the town’s bell rang in the distance and philza seemed to resolve. he glanced back at the door before to the disc.

“here’s what we’re going to do,” phil began, clearing his throat. he rushed over to grasp a plate from the cabinet. “we shut our mouths. wilbur is using tonight as a chance to finally reconnect technoblade and y/n after so many years of being on opposing sides, and we are notruining that.” philza gently swept the drying disc onto the plate. “so for tonight, we are notthinking about dream, dream is notthinking about you, this disc does notexist, and we are one, big, happy, dream-less nation.” philza grasped lightly at tommy’s shoulders. tommy felt intensely guilty for the worry in his father’s composed orbs. “no one has to know. not as long as we keep quiet. no one has to know.” tommy nodded fearfully.

a noise at the door made them both jump in the slightest. they slowly turned their heads toward the creaking noise to see the silhouette of ranboo’s looming figure, mismatched eyes wide as he stared into the house.

“i know.”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp fanfic #dream smp series #neutral series #badboyhalo x reader #cbadboyhalo x reader #punz x reader #cpunz x reader #technoblade x reader #ctechnoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonictommyinnit x reader #ctommyinnit x reader #eret x reader #ceret x reader #philza x reader #cphilza x reader #platonicphilza x reader #ghostbur x reader

Tue, 08 Mar 2022 23:34:12

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary you have a small reunion with badboyhalo and punz, basking in the brief juxtaposition of calm. philza presents new information to technoblade and tommy, leaving them to form a sort of game plan as they continue to await your arrival in the tundra. ghostbur finally reaches eret’s castle.

warnings swearing, mentions of arson, destruction, manipulation, and heavy worship

previous|series masterlist | next

gif cred belongs to @honeyspawner

“the entire smp is going crazy about you!” bad muttered into your shoulder. he had to physically lift you up in order for you to be at his level, but you didn’t mind in the least. you knew that’s what came with badboyhalo hugs.

“im sure,” you offered in response. bad let you down after one last squeeze, and you happily turned your open arms to punz.

“you’re crazy, woman,” punz shook his head, though he welcomed your embrace. you shook your head in return.

“what makes me crazy?” you inquired.

punz shook his head again at you after letting you go. “blowing up your own house? destroying neutral? leaving it all without a trace of you, i..” he shrugged at you. “no one understands. everyone thinks you’re dead. or worse.”

though your chest was filled with guilt, you still quirked an eyebrow at him. “what’s worse?”

“worse is that you weren’t the one to ruin it all,” bad explained solemnly. there was a pause where they awaited an explanation of any kind. you gulped down the guilt.

“i did it,” you assured first. “neutral’s livelihood was destroyed by my own doing. but..” you turned your gaze away from them for a moment. “technically, it’s still worse.”

“what do you mean?”

you took a deep breath to help you gather the right words. “i didn’t.. want to destroy neutral.” you looked into bad’s confused eyes, then to punz’s. “dream..”

“don’t say another word,” punz scoffed, throwing up his hands. “i knew that bastard had something to do with it–he withdrew from his alliance with l’manburg, like, two weeks after neutral went.” your brow furrowed as punz continued with frustration, “god, and i asked the egg for any sign that you were alright..” he shook his head. “and it didn’t tell me.”

“it knew you’d be upset,” bad sighed, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “the egg knew what it was doing.” bad smiled, reaching a hand out to you. “it knew she’d find her way to us.” you took it happily, yelping before laughing when bad pulled you into another hug with the two of them.

…

“i got it,” philza announced proudly, laying out a map after entering technoblade’s home. tommy perked up from the couch, where he had unfortunately passed out while waiting for phil. technoblade entered the room.

“knocking would’ve been nice,” the hybrid huffed, leaning over the kitchen table to inspect the large map. philza lit a torch to give the kitchen more illumination than just the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

“you got the message,” phil just brushed as tommy groggily made his way over. “fundy’s foxholes, mapped out to the best of my ability.”

maybe it was residual exhaustion from just waking up, but tommy felt dizzy from just the amount of lines that crossed and zagged on the parchment. “holy shit.. that many?”

“most start on the wall of l’manburg and branch to different locations,” phil explained, bringing his torch the slightest touch closer to the map. “they go to eret’s castle, spawn, old pogtopia.. one even stretches toward the prison.”

they gazed over the map in silence for a moment. technoblade spoke up, “we know fundy was sent out by l’manburg.. if he’s got any sorta’ information, i bet you eret knows.”

“how so?” tommy inquired, looking up at the taller man.

technoblade placed his finger on the tunnel to eret. “there’s no way in hell eret doesn’t know about the foxhole. he’s got eyes everywhere, including in l’manburg. if fundy knew anything, eret would use the foxhole to his advantage.”

“so chances are whatever l’manburg knows, eret knows,” phil agreed. then he sighed, “and.. there’s other news on that front.” they turned their eyes to the blonde man. “dream withdrew his alliance from l’manburg.”

“what?!” tommy immediately gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.

“l’manburg has to know something about y/n,” technoblade spoke seriously. “dream wouldn’t have left unless they were withholding serious information from him.”

“it’s a stupid move on his part, but it has to be true,” phil agreed. “i don’t know what he expects to do without their support.”

“he could’ve found out about the green festival,” technoblade proposed. phil sighed knowingly, shaking his head. tommy looked between the two of them.

“what happened with the green festival?” tommy questioned.

phil looked toward the boy. “it never happened, but it was supposed to be a cover for l’manburg to kill dream.” tommy blinked in surprise, mouth hanging open in the slightest. “but since dream withdrew, the festival’s cancelled. either he found out about the coup, or he stupidly withdrew from the only nation that could give him support with the y/n situation.”

tommy’s mind was running like wild. though it was the least of his concerns, and certainly not his current priority, he couldn’t help but think that this might be his chance; with dream gone from l’manburg.. they might allow him back. he zoned out staring at the map just thinking of the possibility, heartbeat loud in his ears.

“whatever dream’s doing now, im sure it’s dangerous,” phil spoke, snapping tommy out of his temporary trance. “l’manburg’s backing or not, dream is a powerful guy. we need to keep our guards up and prepare for the possibility that he could come here next.”

“it’s true,” technoblade huffed, looking over at tommy. “he let us go in peace, but that bastard’s patience only lasts so long.” he considered for a moment as philza traced his finger along a path on the map. “tomorrow we’ll go get you some new armor, kid.” tommy grinned. “for now, let’s rest. we can think of plans for defenses and preparations tomorrow.”

philza nodded, rolling up the map. “i’ll be back in the morning. sleep well, boys.”

“night, phil,” tommy waved. once the door closed, he turned to technoblade again. his brother was looking him up and down, making tommy furrow his brow at him.

“im thinking netherite,” technoblade spoke aloud. tommy’s heart leapt. “you probably haven’t had a good set in a while.. im not as good of a welder as y/n, but i can try.”

“anything works, really,” tommy was quick to speak. technoblade offered him a tired smirk before beginning to slink out of the kitchen. “techno.” the taller man turned to him again. “thank you.”

“’course, kid,” the hybrid shrugged. “someone’s gotta take care of you.” tommy smiled. “get some rest, alright?” tommy nodded, muttering a ‘good night’ as technoblade disappeared to his room.

guilt filled his chest in the silence of the kitchen, thinking back to his wishful thoughts of l’manburg. tommy shrugged to himself, rolling his shoulders back at an attempt to rid himself of the feeling. his brother was going to make him some real armor tomorrow–a luxury he hadn’t seen in far too long. l’manburg could never offer him anything as kind as that.

whatever, tommy thought to himself as he retired to his room. it didn’t matter anyway.

…

“what are you two doing so far out of the smp?” you questioned the boys. your trio found a clearing in the forest, where you happily treated them to a picnic of your wrapped cooking. you were quickly preparing sandwiches as they spoke to and questioned you about your journey.

“we could ask you the same,” bad teased, nudging you before explaining, “the egg sent us to retrieve some materials out here. there’s a jungle temple not too far from here that had some..” bad and punz made quick eye contact. “..valuable materials.”

“i see,” you hummed with a nod. “well, im glad you found me on your way back.” they both smiled at you. “i needed a moment with someone other than nature.” you handed them both their completed sandwiches before sitting back to enjoy your own. “i came from the nether.”

bad would’ve choked if he had taken a bite then. “the nether?! i thought you hated it there!”

“i do,” you assured. “that much hasn’t changed.. but i needed to go somewhere that dream wouldn’t expect. and..” you shrugged, running a hand through the grass beneath your knees. “no really expected me to be in the nether.”

“that’s true,” bad ceded.

punz took a bite before asking, “was it a smooth trip, at least?”

you paused for a moment as you considered, thinking of your time with fundy and your moment with the god sent to find you. “as smooth as it could be for the nether, i guess,” you answered, offering him a half smile despite the deep-rooted ache in your chest.

“any idea where you’re headed next?” punz questioned. you hesitated for a moment, and your face must’ve visibly dropped, as bad turned and slapped his friend’s arm. as he quietly lectured him, you turned your gaze to the sky. you furrowed your brow at the unusual sight of a crow flying overhead; they weren’t usually native in brighter forested biomes. your mind wandered for just a moment before you were snapped back into the moment by bad’s voice.

“sorry, y/n,” he offered. “you don’t have to tell us; we know this journey’s yours to make.”

“it’s alright,” you assured, turning your gaze back to them with a kind smile. “im not entirely set on my destination yet, but.. i reallyam enjoying being a nomad again. some things about returning are just harder than others.”

“it’s your calling,” punz shrugged at you knowingly.

“i think so,” you agreed, taking a sip of the water you had gathered from a nearby lake. “but i did like having a home. neutral was the environment i had sought out when i left my village all those years ago..” you shook your head. “it just took a terrible set of circumstances to find it.”

“sometimes that’s how you find the things that become home to you,” bad offered comfortingly. “after all, we did just happen upon the egg.” punz nodded with strong agreement.

“andwe did just happen upon you,” punz reminded, throwing his arm over your shoulder to pull you to his chest affectionately. you giggled out again, placing a hand on the strong arm that had drew you in.

your heart sped up in the slightest as punz held you there for another few minutes as you talked, but you decided to brush it off as delight from getting to talk to the boys you hadn’t seen in so long. and for the rest of the afternoon, you traded stories of times happier than the present, and basked in the presence of the men who were always too busy to see you.

…

“at ease, gentlemen,” eret spoke when he saw his guards turn toward the entrance to his throne room. he knew at once who was walking through the entrance. he smiled kindly as the figure finally came into view. “welcome, ghostbur.” they stood from their throne as ghostbur approached further. “took you long enough.”

“apologies, eret,” ghostbur half smiled, offering a small bow to the king. “it began raining a week after i left and didn’t stop for a good few days.” he stood straight again as eret began to approach him. “you can understand why it took me a bit.”

eret nodded. “im nothing if not understanding.” ghostbur pursed his lips unsurely. “i know you don’t remember much from your past life, ghostbur, but..” eret stopped just a few feet from him. “im not proud of many of the things i did.” they took their glasses off, revealing his stark white eyes to ghostbur. for some reason, the ghastly man didn’t feel at all alarmed by the sight. instead, he felt an odd sense of calm. “i want to help you, ghostbur. but only if you want me to.”

the king paused to allow ghostbur to speak. he struggled for a moment to gather thoughts, memories–anything that could give more meaning to his words. but he just sighed as his illusory mind slipped him once again.

“i want you to help me, eret,” ghostbur assured, and she smiled at him. “i want to be human again.”

taglist <3
@vanhakirja @victory-is-here @inkyynki @airiour @sylum @kiritokunuwu @221bee-slytherin @bllatrixcarpnter @soullesstaco@stxrryb1tch @fussylover @keiarma @akaichi-blog @runningoffofcaffeine @nonetookind@aquilla-favonia @feverish-dove @izuruamme @bialin @justachillbisexual @natalie-is-a-wall @confused-soot @boyleanti@nostalgic-writes @ahmya-4 @cryinqclouqs @littleliv5 @weeb-bb @truthdaze@dusky-purple-black @sadassflatass @dreamyteam @jaciahbabes @milanienne @sleepingalaska @valoinnit @etheriaaly @miavfx @aikochan4859 @spilltheearlgrey @cutiebear45 @xxtwizztedxx@eko-ore @lovelybutunloveableghost@yoshirikuxd @serendipityryn @lucian-kinnder @beaniedoodz @creatorofstars @snuffler04 @the-sky-writes @whalerus@silverspoonss @londonbrandcandy @augustine-is-joy@lizzybee-tea@wormi @lwhatever @javapeach @y-napotat@keeij @queerentj @sol-salamander @404reads @abuliawrites @brookannekarlee @the-crystalsara @strawberryluvu @bbigbbrainn @pog-sad-muffin @spac3goblyn @dianaswanda @boiled-onionrings @ray-rook @curlycarley @sleepycreampuff @givemeattentionnow @aremie @ozdramaqueen @queenofwordsandnerds @no-name-no-business @p0g-thru-le-pain @rubberduckyqueen @fxnxtical @peezbabey @minkuro @chibicherries @pogbitch @calumspupils @ghostburlovebot@goopst @my-name-is-milk@orkwardx0 @rk969 @dreamerwasfound @can-i-be-your-blue@coffe-bubz @uwucorpse @flirtyhyuck @blankettothemarket @parosuki @otterly-fey @alex-the-fire-fist@facelessmatchstick @monkeydoll5 @blue-ishgrey @sirensong53 @doodszs @roayyk @moonamor @arson-the-royal @uwak-uwak-uwak-uwak@victreu @fraeppuccino@aikos-page @lightninginab0ttle@lol123456798 @askgeoff @awkward-youtube-trash @syrneo @averyisbackinthetrashcan @scarletpines @suranne-doesstuff @the-quiet-whispers-hunter @ultimatedreamsimp @busyfangirling12 @confusedturtle @airlesselements @thenaverse @spilled-mi1k @udontneedtokno @beeissdead

comment, ask, or message me if you would like to be added <3

#dream smp x reader #dream smp fanfic #technoblade x reader #dream x reader #cdream x reader #ctechnoblade x reader #dwt x reader #dreamwastaken #quackity x reader #tommyinnit x reader #cquackity x reader #ctommyinnit x reader #platonictommyinnit x reader #badboyhalo x reader #punz x reader #cbadboyhalo x reader #cpunz x reader

Sat, 15 Jan 2022 22:25:27

chapter summary you finally leave the nether after a grueling, emotional trip. meanwhile, tommy finds an old message meant for technoblade. quackity contemplates the burdens of his present while you are reunited with surprising allies.

warnings swearing, mentions of suicide and violence, severe angst on multiple accounts

a/n it’s finally here, and hopefully a quick update to follow !

previous|series masterlist|next

gif cred belongs to @ana-tase

there were many reasons you hated the nether. there were the countless near death experiences, the difficulty to obtain even the fewest of materials, the ruthless terrain, and, of course, the less than sympathetic inhabitants. but all of those reasons flew from your mind as you remembered how much you hated building portals.

you hadn’t truly acknowledged it until you were laying the third piece of obsidian. it was an unforgiving material; too tough to mine without diamond, but two weak to withstand dynamite. and overall, too heavy for one woman to carry back and forth.

when you trekked back over to the piglins you were trading with, you spoke in greek, “how much extra gold would it require for you few to help me?” it only took two more trips after that.

you thanked the piglins for their help and generosity, offering them an additional few gold bars to blow up the portal soon after you were gone. they assured you were welcome back any time before heading back to their village. you were rummaging through your bag for your flint and steel when a grunt sounded behind you. you turned to see the same messenger piglin who had delivered you a note just a few weeks before. he presented another carefully wrapped parchment to you.

“for technoblade,” was all he said to you, his voice a quiet rumble. you accepted the letter and placed it carefully into your bag. he nodded to you before joining his brethren again.

after watching the piglins disappear from your view you knelt by the new portal, striking the flint and steel hard over the base. it immediately sent a few sparks over the dark stone, and you leaned back as a purple haze slowly began to draw together from the obsidian. you made one more strike for good measure, and after a moment the familiar whispers of the portal filled your ears. the pull from it wasn’t nearly as strong as l’manburg’s.

you stood up tall and reached out one hand, summoning your trident back to your side. after the cool steel of it met your warm skin, you let out a breath and hopped into the portal. you landed strongly on the other side amongst a birch tree forest. you stood straight and looked about for any significant landmark; there was none to be found.

for the first time in a long time, you had no idea where you were. and it exhilarated you.

…

writing was nearly an impossible feat when the voices were restless. technoblade truly had no idea what triggered them that day, but once he had sat down to write an entry in his journal he realized how overpowering they were in the silence of his study.

‘we haven’t done enough today.’ ‘let’s go cook for phil.’ ‘is y/n okay right now?’ ‘we should really go harvest the potatoes before some of them start poisoning.’ ‘should we make sure tommy isn’t killing himself?’ ‘it’s alright, we can trust him with that sword. i think.’ ‘i wonder if y/n’s out of the nether yet.’ ‘we would’ve known if l’manburg got her.. right?’ ‘i don’t know, quackity’s crazy these days.’ ‘but is he crazy for her?’

“do you ever shut the hell up?” he grumbled to himself as his thoughts continued to swirl, rubbing a hand to his forehead in an attempt to calm the incessant aching that the voices brought.

“no, i don’t.”

technoblade’s head snapped up quickly to see it was just tommy standing in the doorway to his study. the boy shrugged, “sorry. voices?”

“yeah,” technoblade huffed out, leaning back in his chair. tommy perched himself on a nearby chest. “just won’t stop.” the boy nodded, as if he had any clue what his brother went through.

tommy thought for a moment before speaking, “i don’t remember.. too much of your experience of the voices when we were younger. but distracting helped, right?”

the hybrid shifted his eyes over to the younger boy, considering. “sometimes, i guess.”

“great, ‘cause i have something for you,” tommy hummed, reaching into his pocket for a gently rolled scroll. he stood and presented it to technoblade. “it’s from y/n; she sent it with me when i first started heading here, but i just now remembered it when i was finishing unpacking my bag.”

technoblade took the scroll with a heightened heart rate. “you never fully unpacked your bag?”

tommy shrugged. “i think i’ve finally started accepting im going to be here longer than i want.” he quirked a brow at him. “n-not because of you or anything! just because, you know, i’d rather be in neutral.”

“we all would rather be in neutral,” techno grumbled, smoothing his fingers over the ribbon tying the parchment together. he didn’t want to open it yet, not until he was alone. “finally accepted that it’s gone?”

“yeah,” tommy sighed, tucking his hands in his pockets. “i think so. but also, it’s not really gone. not when y/n’s still around.” technoblade just shifted his gaze as him and the voices considered the wise words. “but.. whatever. im headed to phil’s to make dinner. see you there?”

technoblade quickly snapped back to the moment. “yeah, yeah. i’ll catch up in a few.”

“cool,” tommy nodded, finally heading out of the office. when the door was closed again, technoblade considered tommy’s maturity for just a moment. he didn’t know if it upset him or not, seeing how his little brother had grown into something more than a jokester. it was as if tommy had found a balance in the two personalities, and he didn’t know whether to attribute that to y/n or growing into both of his brother’s influences. he figured it was probably a mix.

he didn’t dwell on it too long; he switched his attention to the parchment. he finally and carefully untied the ribbon holding it closed. it smoothly rolled out to reveal the blessed sight of y/n’s careful handwriting. just the sight of it brought the voices down to a whisper.

‘dear technoblade,
you’ve told me many times that history repeats itself and that such repeats may find me, no matter where i reside. i hate how scarily accurate you can be sometimes.
homebound again, but at the direction of dream. i don’t know if the communicators pick up on the device that he strapped to me, but if so, im sure i won’t be alone for long. just, please, try to find me as soon as you can.
i remember vividly that the first time this happened to me (which depresses me to remind that this is the second), one of my repetitive thoughts was ‘i know technoblade wouldn’t have done this to me.’ i’m starting to think that way again.
what a bitter thought.
as always, y/n’

his heart was racing by the end of the letter. it ached for y/n, and yet it burned with the implications of her thoughts for him. technoblade hated remembering the war more than anything; it only stirred unpleasant memories. but whenever it addressed her understandably torn feelings along with his undeniable ones, he yearned for a time where things were simpler.

he was lost in his thoughts for a few moments, wondering how often she thought of him during the war. he looked over the writing once more, reminding himself it was written before he saw her last. additionally, he reminded himself the war was two years past before the voices grew loud again.

‘i hope she’s okay.’ ‘she’ll find her way to us eventually.’ ‘im kinda hungry.’ ‘i hope she thinks about us a lot.’ ‘definitely not as much as we think about her, though.’ ‘tommy’s probably waiting.’ ‘waiting sucks.’

“alright, shut up,” technoblade grumbled to himself. he slid y/n’s letter into his journal before standing up. he spoke aloud, “she’ll be here soon.” but he didn’t know if the words were to reassure the voices or himself.

…

quackity found himself getting home later and later every evening. he had told sapnap and karl to stop waiting up for him when it got past ten at night, but he still came home disappointed that they had followed his word.

despite his disappointment, he still took off his armor as quietly as he could. removing the iron armor that was customary for day-to-day in l’manburg was a weight off of his shoulders, but it didn’t at all lighten to the weight upon his chest. he leaned his sword against the couch as he rested his head in his hands.

the search was exhausting for everyone. nearly everyone had made it back, but the only luck was with fundy. and even then, there was no lead on that front. quackity was getting restless.

he prayed y/n was alright. though the stress was insane, above all else he hoped she was safe.

quackity wasn’t around for the war. but after hearing the stories from fundy and the general gossip, it just gave him another reason to despise dream. he really hoped dream had nothing to do with what happened to neutral.

he had considered that possibility; that the reason dream was so quick to bother l’manburg for information and to pull a sword on fundy was because y/n had been running not from neutral, but from him. though it was a nightmare scenario, quackity secretly hoped it was true. just for another reason to get dream.

he thought about y/n for another minute, about her dazzling smile and motherly personality that had entranced him from the day they met. he missed everything about her dearly. being vice president was too busy of a job; he wished he had gotten to experience neutral one last time before it was gone. but as far as he knew, y/n was still alive. he held onto that hope of seeing her again.

quackity did his best to rid himself of those thoughts as he headed toward the bedroom he shared with his fiancés. when he creaked the door open, he saw they were already curled into each other under the plush blankets of the queen bed, snoring and asleep. though the sight was pure in and of itself, it pained quackity’s heart to see them sleeping so peacefully without him. he frowned as he closed the door again, heading back to the couch.

he laid down and flicked off the lamp, pulling an old quilt over his body. the house was uncomfortably silent in the night, and his stressed thoughts returned to fill the void and distract his ever-aching chest.

quackity sighed to himself once more. he really wished his fiancés had waited for him.

…

using your compass, you trekked north for three days straight. despite the harshness of the return, it felt good to be a nomad again. after the first day, you came across a village that felt familiar to you and a kind, recognizable woman pointed you in the right direction of the tundra after providing a nice meal. it was a welcome comfort after the harshness of the nether.

your trident was in one hand, your compass in the other as you continued on. you were amongst an oak forest, embracing the breeze that swept through the trees, cooling the sunshine that fell upon you through the branches. you felt totally at ease, allowing your mind to absorb your surroundings rather than return to your stressed thoughts.

until you heard the voices.

you immediately tucked yourself behind a tree, slipping your compass in your bag. the voices were distant but, with no other sound around, the mutters were obvious. you glanced around the wide tree, squinting at the figures you saw in the distance. whoever they were, their identities weren’t obvious to you at first glance. but you could see one was shrouded in black and the other in lighter clothing, and their distant blobs were definitely headed in your direction.

you quickly grabbed two of the sturdier arrows in your quiver, plunging them into the tree you had used for cover and climbing your way up to the high branches. you summoned your trident once you reached them.

you settled on a solid branch hidden amongst the leaves of other trees, peeking through the shroud. their voices were almost clear to you now, and your heart began to hammer with anticipation. it definitely wasn’t dream, but it could’ve very well been l’manburg. your brow furrowed, leaning the slightest bit closer in an attempt to make out the words.

“it’s all about recruitment, punz!” a chipper voice spoke. you pressed a hand to your mouth to suppress a gasp that dared to rise. you could’ve sworn that was.. “the egg thrives on loyalty; the more who can hear it, the more power it gets.”

that solidified it. you let yourself slip to the group, plunging your trident into the grass as your feet planted firmly. the two men who had just passed the tree now turned in surprise. they were both impossibly taller than you, and yet the sight of them was the first comfort you had felt in days.

“oh my goodness- y/n?!” badboyhalo exclaimed, all nine and a half feet of him immediately alight with excitement. punz’s mouth was agape, his axe slipping from his fingers.

“bad!” you squealed out and he scooped you into his arms without hesitation.

taglist <3
@vanhakirja @victory-is-here @inkyynki @airiour @sylum @kiritokunuwu @221bee-slytherin @bllatrixcarpnter @soullesstaco@stxrryb1tch @fussylover @keiarma@akaichi-blog @runningoffofcaffeine @nonetookind@aquilla-favonia @feverish-dove @izuruamme @bialin @justachillbisexual @natalie-is-a-wall @confused-soot @boyleanti@nostalgic-writes @ahmya-4 @cryinqclouqs @littleliv5 @weeb-bb @truthdaze @dusky-purple-black @sadassflatass @dreamyteam @jaciahbabes @milanienne @sleepingalaska @valoinnit @etheriaaly @miavfx @aikochan4859 @spilltheearlgrey @cutiebear45 @xxtwizztedxx@eko-ore @lovelybutunloveableghost@yoshirikuxd @serendipityryn @lucian-kinnder @beaniedoodz @creatorofstars @snuffler04 @the-sky-writes @whalerus@silverspoonss @londonbrandcandy @augustine-is-joy@lizzybee-tea @wormi @lwhatever @javapeach @y-napotat@keeij @queerentj @sol-salamander @404reads @abuliawrites @brookannekarlee @the-crystalsara @strawberryluvu @bbigbbrainn @pog-sad-muffin @spac3goblyn @dianaswanda @boiled-onionrings @ray-rook @curlycarley @sleepycreampuff @givemeattentionnow @aremie @ozdramaqueen @queenofwordsandnerds @no-name-no-business @p0g-thru-le-pain @rubberduckyqueen @fxnxtical @peezbabey @minkuro @chibicherries @pogbitch @calumspupils @ghostburlovebot@goopst @my-name-is-milk@orkwardx0 @rk969 @dreamerwasfound @can-i-be-your-blue@coffe-bubz @uwucorpse @flirtyhyuck @blankettothemarket @parosuki @otterly-fey @alex-the-fire-fist @facelessmatchstick @monkeydoll5 @blue-ishgrey@sirensong53 @doodszs@roayyk @moonamor @arson-the-royal @uwak-uwak-uwak-uwak@victreu @fraeppuccino@aikos-page @lightninginab0ttle@lol123456798 @askgeoff @awkward-youtube-trash @syrneo @averyisbackinthetrashcan @scarletpines @suranne-doesstuff @the-quiet-whispers-hunter @ultimatedreamsimp @busyfangirling12 @confusedturtle@airlesselements

comment, ask, or message me if you would like to be added <3

Sun, 02 Jan 2022 04:10:39

summary (they/them) tis the season to be in love! and ‘tis the season to have an excuse to kiss your mcyt lover, with the help of a poisonous garland.. (includes dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, bbh, c!technoblade, wilbur, punz, fundy, and eret)

warnings swearing, lots of kissing, maybe some suggestive themes? maybe

a/n merry very belated christmas, hannukah, kwanza and boxing day to those who celebrate! have a late fic for your winter fic needs, and have a happy new year my loves <3

hcs = headcanons btw,, this is my first try at this format so let me know if it’s alright!!

gif cred belongs to @anigifs18

dream
+ this man definitely put mistletoe somewhere in his gaming room the second it hit december
+ just for the excuse to kiss you all month
+ he doesn’t have all the time in the world despite the holiday season
+ so it was just a gesture to show some romance every time you visit his workspace
+ he also just likes the opportunity to give you that shit-eating grin every time you enter his office

“come in!” dream called out when he heard you knock at his door, making sure he was muted from the call with his friends.

“streaming?” you questioned quietly, peeking your head into the room. he turned his chair to you as he slung his headphones around his neck.

“nah,” he shook his head. “sap is, but i’m muted.” you smiled, opening the door further to slip in. “what’s up, babe?”

“brought some snacks,” you smiled, holding up a plate in one of your hands. “and water, ‘cause god knows you’re not drinking that.”

he chuckled with a grin. “thank you, babe. you’re very thoughtful.” you just hummed, placing the items onto his desk. “you know what that deserves?”

you arched an eyebrow at him as he leaned back in his gaming chair, a familiar mischievous smirk on his face. “what?” he pointed above him and you let out a laugh at the sight of the mistletoe just above his chair. “wow.” he just chuckled as you looked back down at him. “now i have to kiss you every time i come in here?”

“yep,” he hummed sweetly. “if you don’t, santa takes away one gift, you know.”

you let out another laugh. “is that so?” he nodded confidently, his leg bouncing his chair back and forth as he smirked at you. “you’re ridiculous, clay.”

“i know,” he chuckled as you finally leaned down to kiss your boyfriend. he hummed into it as you cupped his face in your hands. you nearly yelped when he pulled you onto his lap, deepening what was supposed to be an innocent kiss even further.

you two would have continued for as long as you liked had it not been for his friends beginning to scream for him, loud enough that it could be heard from the headphones around his neck. he groaned when you pulled away from him.

“i hate them.”

“go save those boys,” you snickered, lifting yourself from his lap.

he grumbled as he slipped his headphones back onto his ears, calling to you before you could close his door, “you better come see me again.”

george
+ it would have to be your doing
+ that man would be too embarrassed at just the THOUGHT of hanging it up
+ so you just strung it somewhere obvious, in a doorway somewhere
+ he notices it right away but he gets all nervous and blushy
+ you’ll have to nudge him to get him to actually kiss you
+ that poor boy is too embarrassed by the littlest things

george checked his phone briefly when he came to a stopping point in his editing, smiling when he saw you sent him a text not too long ago proclaiming you had made lunch. he happily shot you a text back saying he was making his way, standing from his chair and relishing in the moment he got to stretch his legs.

he heard your humming and smiled, heading straight for the kitchen. but when he reached the doorway, a bright green and red mistletoe stuck out from the white frame. he felt himself immediately turn red, seeing you were just inside the kitchen, cleaning up from making lunch.

“hey love,” you smiled. “hungry?”

“yeah, uh..,” he coughed. “did you.. put this here?” you looked up curiously, greeted with the sight of your red-faced boyfriend staring at the garland.

“oh, yeah,” you smiled. “i was finishing up decorating and found it.”

he nodded, eyes still glued to it. “well, then..” his eyes turned to where you smiled, resting your head in your hand. he looked at you like he was expecting you to know what his staying meant, and you did, but you wanted to hear him say it out loud.

“what is it?” you encouraged with a hum.

“well, i-it’s mistletoe,” your boyfriend spoke, gesturing to the plant. he let out an awkward laugh, “aren’t we gonna..?” he scoffed at your mischievous grin. “god, you just love to embarrass me!”

“i do,” you admitted. “do you want a kiss, george?”

“shut- don’t say it like that!” you laughed out again at his red face, walking over to him finally. “god, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“a pleasant way to die,” you smiled, taking his face into your hands. he rolled his eyes, though he was now smiling at you, too. you placed a sweet kiss to his lips that he quickly reciprocated, despite his former embarrassment.

“im keeping it up.”

“please don’t.”

sapnap
+ he’s such a little shit about it
+ for NO reason
+ he knows he can kiss you any time, any place
+ but the second there’s mistletoe around he gets a stupid smile
+ he’s all like “ohh y/n~~”
+ you’re like motherfucker just kiss me already
+ probably makes you kiss him first
+ for extra little shit points

“hmm, i wonder where this came from..”

“what’s that sap?” you hum, stepping away from the kitchen to see what he was muttering about. his wide, contagious grin brought a smile to your own face, though you knew nothing good could come from it.

“did you put this up, babe?” sapnap questioned, pointing at the mistletoe he had stationed himself under.

you crossed your arms, leaning in the kitchen doorway. “i didn’t, actually.” your boyfriend just hummed. “did you?”

“oh, no, i didn’t,” he shrugged, his tone a miserable attempt at innocence. “weird.”

“very,” you mused. you almost giggled aloud when your boyfriend looked over at you, eyes expectant and mischievous. “well, then you can take down the mystery mistletoe while i finish dinner.” you saw his expression drop for a moment when you barely turned toward the kitchen.

“what? no- you’re not even gonna kiss me?”

you giggled at your boyfriend’s pout, finally stepping forward and under the mistletoe. “you’re such a sap.”

“it’s in the name, babe,” he replied, his grin immediately returning as your hands slipped to his shoulders. you rolled your eyes before leaning up to give your boyfriend a sweet kiss that was too brief for his liking, chasing your lips for another when you tried to pull away. after a few giggly kisses, you finally managed to push sapnap away.

“you’ve had your wish,” you laughed. “i gotta finish dinner now.”

“alright, but the mistletoe’s staying!”0

karl
+ this cutie pie
+ loves the idea so much he considers investing in some mistletoe for your first christmas living together
+ too bad you beat him to it :))
+ walks in on you hanging it up and you’re like “!!get out!!”
+ he thinks you’re so adorable

“awww..,” karl cooed when he saw you standing on a step stool, attempting to paste the garland to the entrance of your shared bedroom.

your gaze snapped down to him and you lost your balance for a moment. “no- karl!” you huff with a pout, dropping your arms to your sides. “it was supposed to be a surprise!” the poorly taped mistletoe fell in an instant, tapping you on the head on its way down.

“aw, sweetie, it still is! i still love it,” karl grinned, walking over to wrap his arms around your waist. his head was at your stomach level, but your dramatic pout was still clear. “it definitely surprised me.”

“yeah, yeah,” you whined, lightly hitting his shoulder. “why’d you have to come in?”

he shrugged, “i was wondering where the step stool was..”

“you don’t need the step stool, you giant,” you complained, though you were smiling now. you hit his shoulder again and he let go of you, bending down to pick up the fallen décor. “whatever.. i wouldn’t have gotten it hung up anyway.”

“you tried,” he smiled, sticking the fake plant to your forehead. you grimaced, but it fell just as easily as it did from the ceiling. karl laughed and pressed a kiss to your pouted lips. “i’ll help you hang it up, love.”

“you better give me a proper kiss for my efforts first,” you demanded lightly, bopping your finger on his nose.

“happily,” karl muttered with a grin, leaning up to you a proper pre-mistletoe kiss.

quackity
+ y’all.
+ has anyone ever seen those funny sticks that have mistletoe on the end? that you’re supposed to hold over couples or whatever?
+ he has one.
+ he hangs it over the both of you at any point in the day
+ and he’s always like “oh wow! what are the chances mi amor!”
+ you always kiss him but ohmygosh, he’s a dork

“oh, mi amor..!”

you didn’t have to look up to know quackity was holding that ridiculous stick over your head again. you just sighed, keeping your gaze trained on the essay you were typing rather than your lover’s shit-eating grin in the reflection of you computer. “i hope you know that the more you do this, the less romantic it becomes.”

the shift in reflection only told you that his grin had turned into a pout. “don’t say that! mistletoe is magical, babe, the romance never dies!”

you couldn’t help but smile at quackity’s dramatics. “you’re a desperate man, aren’t you?”

“desperate for your love,” he admitted shamelessly, leaning against the side of your desk with a cheesy grin. you just shook your head distractedly as you continued typing, trying your best to resume your previous frame of thought.

“you’re not gonna go away until you get a kiss, are you?” you hummed as you typed.

“nope,” your boyfriend affirmed. you sighed to yourself, thinking, ‘better make it count.’

when you finished the sentence you were typing, you quickly stood and turned to your boyfriend, tugging him by the shirt. he yelped quietly, but was quickly silenced by his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was far more ferocious than he had anticipated.

your lips were hot and quick moving against his, and he dropped the stupid stick of mistletoe to catch up with your sudden passion. by the end of the kiss, quackity had you trapped against your desk with your hands still gripping his t-shirt tightly.

“woah,” your boyfriend breathed, eyes blown wide with surprise. you could feel his breathing was slightly labored, tickling your cheeks as you just smiled at him. “and you said the romance was fading!”

badboyhalo
+ he doesn’t plan it, but BOY has he dreamt about it
+ nothing can convince me that bad isn’t a hopeless romantic
+ he’s definitely thought of that sweet, magical mistletoe kiss that you tell your kids about when the holidays come around
+ but he’s a shy boy when it comes to romance, so most of his fantasies stay fantasies
+ you guys do get your mistletoe kiss!! it’s just a lot less perfect than either of you imagined
+ but in a way, doesn’t that make it even more magical?

“stop laughing!”

“i’m not laughing!” you assured to bad, though a giggle laced your words. you held your hand out to him as he planted his skates back on the ice. “you’re learning! i’m not laughing at you.”

once he was uprighted, bad huffed out a cloud of cold air in your direction. you yelped, giggling again when he pressed a kiss to your cold nose.

“let’s take a break,” he grumbled, tugging your hand toward the exit of the ice. “i want hot chocolate.”

“okay, okay,” you giggled, gripping onto your boyfriend’s strong forearm. he smiled as you gently guided the two of you over. “you’re not awful for a beginner, bad.”

he grumbled again, “yeah, yeah..” he couldn’t help but smile when you rested your head against his arm, but he continued to grieve, “keep rubbing in my face how you’ve skated since you were a kid, yeah, that feels great.” he just laughed out when you lifted your head and whacked your gloved hand against his arm.

you helped him slow to a stop as you approached the exit. “you got it?” you hummed when he grasped the railing next to the exit, helping stop his motion before he attempted to step off.

“yes,” he assured. “but thank you, muffin.” you smiled at the endearing nickname as you used the railing to slow yourself to a stop.

“oh, bad, look!” you suddenly exclaimed, drawing his attention away from the shaking of his skates. you pointed to the entranceway/exit, which had a small bough of mistletoe dangling from it. “mistletoe.”

he could admit his heart warmed at the sight, his boyish fantasies of the perfect mistletoe kiss with you flooding his mind at once. “aww,” he smiled. he stabilized himself before lifting one hand from the railing, albeit a little shaky and awkwardly. “shall we?”

you giggled at your adorable boyfriend. you took his hand, using it to skate you closer to him. “we shall.” he smiled sweetly at you again before pulling you in a gentle, long kiss that made you forget about the cold that surrounded you. bad took his other hand off of the railing to place on your arm, and that’s when it went wrong.

bad immediately lost his balance, slipping backward and taking you down with him. you landed on top of him with a yelp and bad cringed at his own clumsiness. but just when he was going to apologize out of sheer embarrassment, you started to giggle. not at him; he could tell from the genuine sound that you were giggling at the situation rather than the culprit.

his face, already warm from embarrassment, grew even hotter when you only spoke, “god, i love you, bad.”

c!technoblade
+ this man could not give less of a fuck
+ you probably point out some mistletoe and he’s like. okay
+ sometimes on the inside he’ll be a little blushy about it
+ the idea of having a perfect moment to kiss you is so incredibly tempting, like the perfect opportunity to FINALLY make a move
+ so after finally happening across some, he might just take the chance to kiss you
+ maybe. it’d take a lot of sudden confidence from him

“aw, look,” you hummed. technoblade’s gaze turned to you as you both continued your trek through the snow. “two zombies under some mistletoe.” you were pointing to the entrance of a cave, where two zombies were glaring out at your figures.

“romantic,” technoblade muttered, looking to the long vine of poisonous garland that encased the entrance to the cave. “god, that shit’s everywhere..”

you nodded in agreement, looking back to the path ahead of you toward technoblade’s house. “well, it’s winter in the tundra. that just means more snow and a whole lot of mistletoe.”

“alright, dr. seuss,” he snickered. you just shook your head at him.

“rhyming or not, im right,” you smiled, looking up at another entanglement of the garland in one of the tall trees. he took a moment to admire the way the snow reflected off the overcast skies, giving you a glow that was all too familiar to him. yet it still made his chest grow warm. “have you ever had a mistletoe kiss, tech?”

he raised his eyebrow at the question, but you were still looking into the trees. “no.. but i did slap wilbur under some once.”

you immediately laughed out, turning to him with a grin. “no way.”

“listen, he puckered up and i was not about to kiss him,” he explained, holding his hands up in mock surrender. you just laughed again. he smiled at you before looking ahead, seeing his house was just around the corner of some trees now. “why do you ask?”

you shrugged. “you’ve lived in the tundra long enough; i figured you’d have a fun story.” you turned the corner to his house. “and you did.”

“i always pull through,” he shrugged in response, making you chuckle as you both stepped onto his porch. he moved to get the door for you, but he stopped when you looked around and your gaze caught on something above the two of you.

a patch of mistletoe had made its way to his porch, snaking in from a nearby tree. his heart nearly stopped, the voices that had been whispering about mistletoe now starting to yell at him as his gaze flickered between you and the vine.

‘kiss her.’ ‘KISS HER.’ ‘gods, please kiss her!’

then you turned to him with a gentle smile and a tilt of your head. “you gonna slap me?” god, he prayed he wasn’t imagining the newfound flush that creeped up your neck.

though he smirked amusedly, he spoke softer than he had intended, “no. i wouldn’t do that to you.” you just continued to look into his eyes, your smile growing at his words. the voices continued to swirl encouragements before he finally leaned toward you, taking your cheek into his hand and leaning down to press his cold lips to yours.

his heart hammered for a moment before you began to kiss him back, placing one of your gloved hands on his chest. it was a short kiss, way shorter than he would have liked, but it was enough to silence the voices to a hush when he pulled away as he awaited you to speak. but you just smiled sheepishly at him.

technoblade smirked with satisfaction as his hand fell from your cheek. he finally opened the door for you, muttering, “way better than that time with wilbur.”

wilbur
+ there’s two ways this starts
+ either 1. he sets the mistletoe up himself and plans the perfect moment
+ or 2. you two happen across some and he still becomes the most smug romantic motherfucker u know
+ either way he’s gonna be smug and proud of himself
+ he just loves you a lot and mistletoe is a PERFECT excuse to make a lasting memory for the both of you

“let’s grab some hot chocolate,” wilbur suggested when you shivered against him again. despite being completely bundled up, nothing truly protected you from the bitter cold of england’s winter.
“yes, please,” you immediately agreed, and wilbur snickered at your eagerness. he pressed a quick kiss to your nose before guiding you toward a small café.
there was a line when you entered, but the air was so warm in contrast to the snowy streets that neither of you minded. you cuddled into your boyfriend’s side as he hummed along to some holiday song that softly played in the shop.
his gaze wandered around the small building, stopping when he saw some mistletoe. it was just a pace or two away, further up in the line. the cogs in his brain immediately began to turn, devising the perfect way to kiss you as the line moved another step.
“what are you thinking about, wil?” you hummed contentedly, seeing your boyfriend spacing out. wilbur just looked down at you with a grin. the line moved another step forward.
“nothing, love,” he smiled, guiding you to step forward with him. “but..” you looked up at him expectantly. “i do believe you owe me something.”
you thought for a moment. “is it my turn to buy?”
“no,” he chuckled. he took your chin into his hand and tilted your head up to catch sight of the mistletoe hung above you amongst other decorations. you just shook your head at him with a chuckle.
“that’s an easy price to pay,” you ceded. you were going to lean up for a simple peck when wilbur’s hand snaked around to rest on your back, quickly maneuvering your body around to dip you dramatically. you could feel his grin as he pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips. you lost yourself in the passion for just a moment before remembering where the two of you were.
you smacked his chest when he finally pulled away, uprighting the two of you again. “wilbur soot, we are in public!” you hissed quietly, looking around to see some of the other patrons of the café smiling and shaking their heads at your pair.
“my love for you is not confined by societal standards,” he proclaimed, placing a hand on his heart as he grinned at your flushing features. his heart was racing in his chest still, but your embarrassed, lovesick look was worth the anxiety. you pressed your hands to your hot cheeks.
“you are suddenly my least favorite poet-!”

punz
+ definitely didn’t plan it
+ let’s face it, he probably didn’t even think about it
+ but when the opportunity is presented, who is he to pass it up??
+ definitely gets smug and teases you
+ also like sapnap, probably waits for you to kiss him first

“very funny,” you teased after your boyfriend threw some off handed comment your way. he snickered, opening the door to the diner for you anyway.

you leaned against him after he stepped in, waiting for the hostess to have a free moment to get you a table. he mumbled another tease to you and you just shook your head, whacking his arm lazily. he just chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss in your hair as his arm wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you closer to him.

as you smiled, you heard some giggles sound nearby. when you looked over to see a small group of teenage girls sat, looking over at you and punz and whispering. at first, you assumed they were fans, until you noted their gazes flickered above the two of you.

you looked up, gaining punz’s attention when you lifted your head from his shoulder. he looked with you and let out a short laugh at the sight of a hefty bunch of mistletoe perched above the two of you.

“so, you gonna kiss me?” punz hummed, turning his gaze back to you as you were still staring at the plant.

“no, you’re gonna kiss me,” you shrugged surely.

“i am?” he responded, smirking down at you. despite his continued teasing, his eyes were now flickering from your gaze to your lips.

“yeah,” you smiled. “because you’re taller and closer to the mistletoe. so you gotta kiss me first.”

“oh, is that how it works?” your boyfriend teased, his voice a low rumble. you hummed to confirm and he let out one last snicker before pressing his lips to yours. you placed a hand on his cheek to relish in the sweet moment before pulling away, mainly for the sake of the patrons of the restaurant.

you tucked your head back into your boyfriend’s side contentedly, listening to the teenage girls swoon and coo at the both of you.

fundy
+ he would be such a shy boy around his s/o i love him
+ it would be another situation where you two were out and about and stumbled across some mistletoe
+ he would notice it but wouldn’t point it out right away
+ i assume he’s very shy about pda so he’s DEFINITELY not gonna initiate
+ definitely already blushing
+ you’ll have to notice it for him to finally kiss you

fundy was usually a very active listener; he’d make small noises and comments as you told stories, which you often tended to ramble on as you two shopped. but now, as you wandered about the toy aisle, chattering on about what to get your nephew, your lover was silent.

“you’re unusually quiet,” you commented after another few minutes of fundy’s silence. you looked over to see his face was red, but not the kind of red that came from the cold. instead, the red creeped up from his neck to lick at his cheeks. “you alright, love?”

“y-yeah!” he assured, rubbing a sheepish hand to the back of his neck. “yeah.”

“you sure?” you prodded, placing your hand on his elbow. he gave you a sweet smile, though he was still tense under your gaze and touch.

“im alright,” he nodded. fundy held your gaze for another moment before moving again, busying himself by looking at some legos behind you. you pursed your lips in thought for a moment, looking around to see what could have flustered your boyfriend. you connected the dots immediately when you spotted the mistletoe just overhead.

you smiled to yourself, glancing around briefly to make sure no one else was around to save your boyfriend from further embarrassment.

“hey, floris, can i get your opinion on this?” you hummed as innocently as you could. your puppy of a boyfriend immediately trotted over.

“what is it, love?”

“just this,” you hummed, taking his cheek into your hand and pressing a short kiss to his lips. the blush immediately returned to his face as you smiled at him. “don’t like mistletoe?”

it took him a second to process, stuttering, “n-no, i do! i definitely do, just..” he absentmindedly took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together clumsily. he shrugged, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “didn’t know if you did.”

“i do,” you assured, squeezing his hand. he finally broke into an eased smile. “let’s keep looking.” you tugged his hand to pull him to the next aisle, but fundy didn’t budge. when you turned back to him, you didn’t get a chance to question him before his other hand snuck onto your cheek and he pressed a harder, more confident kiss to your lips that you happily reciprocated.

when he pulled away, you gave him a knowing look. he began to splutter again, rambling out, “i-i thought you deserved a proper mistletoe kiss!”

“you’re adorable, my love.”

eret
+ she’s been awaiting all YEAR for this moment
+ they just love the idea of a romantic, show-stopping mistletoe kiss
+ definitely put the mistletoe up themself
+ probably also made you two a romantic date night, complete with a reservation to a nice restaurant and an ice skating date
+ he wants everything to be perfect, but because he’s so confident in the fact that you’ll make anything perfect, it literally becomes the most romantic evening ever

“we’re never going ice skating again,” you giggled, clinging to your lover’s arm as you walked back to your apartment.

“what!” she exclaimed as you continued to giggle. “why not, love? i thought it was fun!”

“it was,” you assured. “but you’re too good at it; it made me feel worse when i fell the seven times i did.”

eret hummed, “oh, love..” they removed their arm from your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders. “your falling was adorable.”

“falling? adorable?” you sounded incredulously, and he laughed after hearing the words repeated back to him. “you’re insane.”

he shook his head, retracting his arm to retrieve his keys from his pocket as you approached your doorstep. “maybe i just think you’readorable.”

you shook your head at her. “you’re insane.” as she unlocked the door with another chuckle, you shifted your gaze around amusedly. your curious eyes stopped when they found something of interest above you. “oh, hey..” she turned to you curiously and you pointed. “mistletoe.”

they turned their gaze above and smiled at the small plant. “so it is.” they tucked the key back into their pocket and turned to you. they raised their eyebrows, tilting their head teasingly. “guess you gotta kiss me.”

“i guess i do,” you hummed, mimicking their teasing actions. he chuckled at you, sliding one hand into your hair as you placed a hand on his chest, meeting in a perfectly warm kiss that contrasted the cold californian air.

after that passionate moment, you pulled away to grin at your lover. she chuckled, pressing her fingers to her lips to relish the moment before opening the door to the apartment. “totally worth nearly falling off the ladder earlier.”

“wha- alastair!”

Fri, 31 Dec 2021 19:32:32

so the sapnap fic didn’t happen, lowkey lost motivation but i have a few headcanons to do from a new song so i hope y’all will enjoy that while i figure out if i’ll be doing the sap fic or not ‍

#jj talks #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream team headcanons

Tue, 15 Mar 2022 19:18:26

sap turned 21 yesterday ‍

there will be a sapnap birthday fic out this weekend, so keep an eye out for it !!

[drunk sap + sloppy/sweet sex = exhilarating}

First “Official” Drink {Title subject to change}

#mcyt x reader #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader smut #sapnap x reader #sapnap fanfic #sapnap #dream smp x reader #dream smp x reader smut #mcyt smut #dream smp sapnap

Wed, 02 Mar 2022 18:59:06

{!/ }

! /

NSFW

Warnings;Drinking, {consent is still sought out}, sloppy make out, mentions of vaginal/cock sex, cursing, AFAB, female anatomy used, Punz’s real name used

This was a request, so I hope it finds you well, Anon! This definitely took a bit longer just because I’m working again, but I hope you all enjoy the new NSFW work! <3

Until Next Time ~ JJ

——————————————————————————

Tonight was all about you. Well, you and your YouTube channel.

You had finally reached 20 million after about a month of teetering into the number, and the boys weren’t about to let that go so easily.

“Guys, seriously, this is too much-” the boys celebrating with you were quick to shush you. Sapnap, Punz, Karl, and Charlie were adamant about you celebrating this achievement, Dream would’ve come out, however, he was still waiting for his face reveal to happen; though he congratulated you.

“Y/N, come on, this is a huge milestone,” Karl grinned as everyone chimed in. “Besides, when’s the last time you got to go out and just have fun?”

“Well, I guess with the pandemic-”

“Exactly, so,” Sapnap butted in, wrapping his arms around yours and Karls’ necks. “Let’s get our party onnn~”

This led you to now, bodies moving against one another to the thrumming beat. Drinks spilled, spit, and thrown around your small group - you sat snug next to Charlie and Karl, laughing at Sapnap and Luke as they tried to arm wrestle one another, knocking into the table and causing their drinks to tussle around.

“You’re gonna spill your-” Charlie tried to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. “Drinks.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with a tired smile.

“Luke! Sap! You boys are going to give Charlie a heart attack,” you giggled as Luke turned towards you, a dopey smile on his lips. He looked towards you as Sap rolled his eyes, grabbing Luke’s drink and sipping from it.

“Oh, come on, it’s fun!”

“Y/N, come sit by me,” Luke smirked as you arched a brow, scooting closer and jumping as he slung one of his arms over your shoulders, dragging you into his lap. You could feel your pulse rise as heat slithered up your throat, dusting your cheeks as he maneuvered his face to rest against your shoulder.

The others looked at your pair with shock covering their features. Sapnap was fighting back laughter, Karl sat in shock at how Luke was comfortably resting against your jugular, Charlie was smirking. They all knew about the crushes you held for one another, so this..? This is something that they’ll never let Luke live down, especially since it’s the first move he’s attempted with you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart about to explode in your chest when you felt Luke’s lips press soft kisses against your thundering pulse, moving up towards your ear and pressing gentle kisses beneath your lobe, sighing. “Y’know, you’re the prettiest pet I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled against your heated skin, causing you to shiver. “So pretty, so warm,” his voice trailed as his hand slithered around your waist, holding you against his chest while his blunt nails dragged across your upper thigh. “Fucking hot.”

“Luke, dude,” Sapnap caught his attention, sliding a glass of water towards you two. “You may wanna drink this before you do something you’d regret.” Luke frowned at the glass, turning away from it and snuggling his face further into your nape, littering kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

“Don’t want it.”

“Luke, drink some of it, please,” your voice slightly shook as you cleared your throat, grabbing the glass and pushing Luke’s head away from your neck, holding it to his lips as he hummed, taking large drinks as you grinned, moving it away when his head found its’ spot back on your shoulder. Karl was quick to pull out his phone, taking pictures as you rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t keep the smile at bay.

Ever since you met Luke, your crush for him had grown, but who were you to try and tie him down when he had so many choices of women to date. They were always chasing for his attention, fighting for a chance to date and gain bragging rights about having gone to bed with Luke.. Whoever got to lay next to him would never shut up.

“Alright, who’s taking him home?” Karl looked between the others. Charlie and Sapnap averted their eyes, turning away or looking down into their drinks. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, moving from the booth as Luke whined, following after you.

“I can take him with me-”

“Are you sure? Drunk Luke can be.. A handful.” Sapnap chuckled, having Luke lean against him as you nodded, moving to Luke’s other side and pressing yourself into his side with a small smile. “I think I can handle him.”

~~~

“Okay, Luke, I need you to step up and to the left-” you stopped when Luke leaned further into you, causing you to grunt. “Your other left, Blondie.” You fought back the smile as you helped him up your front stairs and into your apartment, holding him close as you leaned him further into you, attempting to detangle your house keys.

You inhaled when Luke’s face pressed further into your skin, pressing open mouth kisses across your throat as you choked back a moan. His teeth ran up your pulse, nipping at your skin before stopping below your ear, gently sucking at the skin as a shaking gasp ran through you. “Luke-” You craned your head back, attempting to soothe the throbbing between your legs as he blinked, focusing on your face with glossy eyes.

“I’msosorry,” his words slurred together as he turned his attention towards the steps, you swallowed thickly before finally finding your key and helping him inside. Maneuvering him towards the couch, you sat him down with a huff, clearing your throat. You stared at him as he looked around, taking in your living room.

With how he was acting, and with how much liquor you witnessed his intake, you knew he would be in pain tomorrow if you couldn’t help it. You turned on your heel, only to be tugged to a stop. “Wait, I didn’t.. I just thought..” His words stumbled and seemed to just drip from his lips, you kneeled in front of him, holding his face in both hands with a kind smile.

“Punzy, it’s okay, I’ll be right back,” you leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. Stepping back, you watched as his shoulders sank, tension melting away as you moved quickly towards the kitchen, gathering a few snacks and a bottle of water to help sober Luke up faster, even snatching a bottle of Tylenol as you moved back into the living room.

“Here, eat this,” you handed him the small square of crackers. “Drink this,” you sat the water bottle on the coffee table in front of him. “Take two of these when you’re done eating.” You sat the medicine next to the bottle before flopping onto the couch next to him, leaning against the back as you watched him unwrap the crackers and eat a few. You couldn’t help but grin as he sighed happily.

“Y’know,” you paused, reaching up and twirling a bit of his hair around your index, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You’re really flirty as a drunk.”

“I’m not.. This is tipsy.” He murmured in between bites before reaching forward and gulping down some of the water. You couldn’t help but smirk, he’s definitely gonna feel this in the morning.

“Mhmm, I don’t know how your girlfriend-”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“But if you did, she’d worry about you.” You muttered, dropping the strand of hair as he turned towards you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and… Your lips.

“She wouldn’t have to worry about me,”

“How’s that?” Your voice barely passed your tongue as he turned towards you, sitting everything onto the table as he grabbed one of your hands gently.

“Because I’d be at home with her. Cuddling in bed, shitting on Sapnap in Valorant, watching TV or movies together,” he paused with a chuckle. “Burning food and having a freakout ‘cause everything is smoky now.”

“That happened once,”

“But I never said it was you..” He whispered, his face closer to your own, a puff of warm breath fanning across your lips as you sighed, your eyes flickering before swallowing thickly.

“But maybe I wish it was me..” You mumbled, leaning in as your lips collided. Luke leaned closer, one of his hands sliding up your arm and wrapping gently around your nape, tangling his fingers in your hair.

“Come closer,” he huffed, tugging you into his lap while your lips moved feverishly together. You wrapped your arms around his neck, caressing the back of his head as you tugged on his blonde strands causing him to moan into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” You shakingly moaned out as his lips moved down your neck, finding your sweet spot from earlier exploration. His hand tugged your neck to the side, exposing it more to him as he nibbled and sucked along your drumming pulse, causing you to squirm in his lap.

“Grind against me. Fucking use my thigh.” You moaned again as you slowly dragged your hips back and forth against his crotch, feeling his cock strained against his jeans.

“Oh, fuck, Luke, please,” you huffed again, your free hand wiggling between your bodies, tugging on the bottom of your shirt, only for him to grab your wrist, panting against your shoulder.

“Luke, please-”

“Tell me you want this..”

“What-”

“Tell me you want this and that when we wake up together tomorrow morning you won’t regret this.. Look me in the eyes and tell me that.” You blinked as Luke stared into your eyes, his own pleading for you to say you wouldn’t. Not that you would ever..

“I want you. Fuck, I want you and I’ll never regret it, Luke, please.” His lips broke into a small smile, licking them over before smashing them back into yours.

You tugged your shirt over your body, shuddering as the icy air wrapped around your body as Punz’s hands slithered down your back, stopping to snap your bras’ strap against your goosebump littered skin. “You’re so sensitive, love..” His voice dropped as the material fell away from your body. Your gasp melted into a moan as his lips latched around one of your nipples, caressing it with his tongue while one of his hands kneaded your other breast.

“I need more, please, just..”

“Just what, doll? What else do you need?” The tip of his tongue swirled around your other nipple, causing another shiver to run up your spine. You leaned back, tugging his hair to where you could see his lust-filled eyes. With the pounding of your heart deafening you, you flicked the tip of your tongue over your lips before almost gasping out.

“I want you to fuck me, Punz.”

His body suddenly moved a mile a minute. His shirt abandoned to the carpet while his hands fiddled with your jeans’ buttons, grunting as he finally released them and worked them down your thighs, moaning quietly as they got caught. Throwing them out of sight, he glanced down with a loud, toe-curling moan as he noticed the wet spot forming on your underwear. Luke’s fingers grazed the fabric, causing you to gasp and jump away but also arch into the relief offered to you.

“All this for me, sweetheart?” His voice teased as he nipped your ear, causing you to moan against his throat. He tugged on the fabric until a low rip came from them, peeling them easily from your body as you choked out a moan.

“Luke, get the fuck out of those jeans and-” You gasped as your back collided with the cushions. Punz sat above you, a smirk on his lips as one hand helped him hover above you, the other worked his jeans and boxers off, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach.

“Careful what you wish for, Princess,” he leaned down, smashing your lips together as he dragged his nails along your stomach, across the top of your thigh, and pressed two fingers against your clit making you jump and try to squeeze your legs close; Luke’s thigh held them open as his fingers moved and pinched at your bundle of nerves.

As your back arched into his chest, his middle and ring fingers slowly moved into your entrance, his thumb keeping a steady circle on your clit. Thrusting his fingers steadily, his thumb moved quickly against your clit as your thighs began to tremble, curling your fingers around the couchs’ cushion as you attempted to grab his wrist, to slow him down. Luke just scoffed at you as your moans became nothing but little huffs and shattered moans when you saw a white flash behind your eyes. You quivered and shook as Luke sat back, his cock now presented to you as you huffed, blissfully watching as he took his fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, you taste as good as you look,” he licked his lips, moving to where his thighs held your legs back open, grasping his cock and teasing your clit with it. Each slap caused a tremble to move through you, a moan following as his tip grazed between your folds, collecting your wetness.

Luke leaned forward, one hand grasping the arm of the couch while his elbow rested next to your head. His lips pressed tightly to yours as he slowly inserted his cock.

You broke the kiss, turning your head to the side as a whimper-like moan escaped you. He stopped, pressing his nose to your thundering pulse, pressing butterfly-like kisses against your neck.

“Shh, sh, it’s okay, I got you, baby.. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ well for me.” He praised into your jawline, peppering kisses across it as he gently rocked his hips into yours; filling you up as you arched further into him.

“God, you’re.. You’re so big,”

“You can take it, honey, I know you can.” You both moaned as he gave a final thrust, bottoming out. You could feel your walls pulsating around him, your thighs twitching and trembling as moaned, his shoulders shaking as he lifted his face up, staring at you.

“You say when, baby. You tell me when you’re ready for me to-“

You moved your hips against him. His eyes snapped shut as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, causing you to moan with a whimper.

“Move. Fucking Punz, please.” You couldn’t help but plead for him to move. The sinking feeling of his cock became too much.

His thrust started small, but firm. Slowly, they became deep, hard thrust; moving you against the soft cushion beneath you. Each thrust erupted a pant-like moan from your throat, each movement had you wanting more.

Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Luke’s chain dangling in front of you. Glancing at his face, his eyes were screwed shut as you bite your lip. The gold glittered in your eye as you slowly leaned forward, catching it between your teeth and giving it a light tug.

Luke’s eyes snapped open as you held the chain between your teeth, almost smirking as he allowed a deep, grunty moan to escape his throat.

He leaned further into your body, the chain sat on top of your lips, some still between your teeth when he began to thrust harder into you.

His tip kissed your cervix as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he couldn’t keep the smirk off of his lips. Moaning happily into your ear as he pressed his nose against your crown, pressing light kisses across your sweaty hairline before he nipped at your lobe.

“Give me what I want, Y/N. Cum for me.” He grunted into your ear as you quaked, your thighs shaking against his own while your hands shot up, wrapping around his neck.

Luke moaned heavenly into your cheek, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and with a final hard thrust, his cum filled you. Huffing against one another’s cheeks, you pressed light kisses across his face while one of his hands played with your hair, twirling it.

“So..” You hummed as he chuckled.

“That happened.”

“Mhmm, and you swore you wouldn’t regret it-“

“It’s not that, I just.. I owe Dream five bucks.” You giggled as Punz sat up, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You did not bet on us having sex.”

“Not on the sex part, just.. Us confessing after you drank tonight.” You shrugged gently as he scoffed, pinching your nose as you snorted, batting away his hands.

“There’s no way you bet on us..”

“We can call Dream later and you can ask. Not my fault alcohol is truth serum to you,” you muttered, yawning before groaning as Luke slowly sat up and pulled out, a low moan leaving him as he watched your mixed cums leak out of your twitching hole.

“But after we nap.”

“I gotta clean you-“

“Shut. Up. And nap.” You hissed, pulling him back down by his neck.

“You’re gross.” He rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your head as you sighed, closing your eyes.

“You love me.”

“That I do.. Goodnight, babe.”

“Goodnight, Lukey.” You giggled as he flicked your ear, making you jump.

“That’s not sticking around.” He grunted, closing his eyes as you smiled.

It totally did..

——————————————————————————

I hope you all enjoyed this piece!

#dream smp punz #punz x reader smut #punz smut #dream smp smut #mcyt smut #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #punz mcyt #punz x you #punz x reader #punz x yn #ccpunz #punz dream smp #punz fanfic #requested

Tue, 01 Mar 2022 19:59:20

what some other stuff y'all wanna see from me?

ngl Expensive Taste was so long ago and it was - still is - my favorite piece, but I’m not sure what fic/series yall would want

maybe just more headcanons?

blurbs?

imagines?

and my requests are open, so let’s see what ideas y'all have in your nodders

#jj talks #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp imagines #dsmp x reader #character or content creator idc

Fri, 25 Feb 2022 14:42:43

am i back? until writer’s block hits again </3

am i teasing y’all with posts? maybe

but anyway DSMP shit posts !!! We’re on a Punz grind for rn

So, kinda shaggy haired punz ??? you’d be able to spend hours playing with this man’s hair. Twisting it, fluffing/shaking it, braiding it, making him wear in a man bun at least twice but those pics will forever stay in your ‘your eyes only’

he flicks your shoulder to get your attention. idk he just … he thinks it’s funny cause you jump and try to beat tf outta him ☺️

could die happy if he sees you wearing his hoodie, boxers, or caps. i’m talking simp of the century baby - has pictures of you in all of them and gushes about how he has the “most perfect photo” of you to chat and they beg to see it but he denies it cause you’re his duh.

matching. rings. duh.

and ofc with matching rings you HAVE to have matching nails - hell, maybe you were the one who got him into painting his nails, hella cool btw

in the back of my mind, I pray this man knows how to cook but ik damn well.. But y’all would try your hardest to make cute at-home dates and cook a meal together but half the time you end up getting take out (which is chill, it’s still fun/cute)

posts you 100% if the time, he tries to keep his personal life private but man you’re his baby, he’s gotta show you off <3 instagram stories/pics, twitter threads, gushing about you on stream - he’s just proud to call you his

and lastly…

if you play Valorant with him, he lets you main Jett. who he is very, very passionate about maiming half the time so consider yourself blessed my guy

i hope to make a few more shit posts before work takes over my life again, but until then have a beautiful day ~ JJ

#punz headcanons #punz x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #punz mcyt #mcyt x reader #punz x you #dream smp punz

Fri, 25 Feb 2022 03:14:23

Sweeter Than Chocolate

CC!Punz/Reader

NSFW Warning

Warnings; Use of Punz’s real name, sex, cursing, feminine anatomy used

This was requested by anon, so I hope you find this and enjoy it! It was definitely nice to get a request after so long, plus it helped me get a little bit back into writing, so I deeply apologize if this isn’t the best </3

Minors.. Get out <3 ty

——————————————————————————

“I can’t believe you!” You pressed yourself closer to Luke, nuzzling your nose into his neck as he chuckled. “What? Only the best for my baby, besides it’s our first official couple Valentine’s I had to set the bar.”

You swore the grin on his face was permanent. The day had been perfect - romantic breakfast in bed, showering together, getting lunch with a few of his friends and their dates, hell for dinner Luke had rented out a restaurant for us to enjoy. And who could forget the larger than life bouquet of white roses?

“I’m almost worried to see how next year will go,” you smirked as he rolled his eyes, opening the front door to your shared home. Kicking off your shoes, you moved towards the kitchen and began to prep the roses for a few vases - maybe next year you’ll have to tell him to get a smaller thing of flowers.

You sighed as Luke’s arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to lean into his chest. The house was quiet besides the snipping of the roses’ ends and your shared shallow breathing. A shiver ran up your back as Luke’s chilled hands snuck up your shirt, rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“Y’know, there’s still one surprise,” he murmured against your neck, pressing careful kisses before you sat down the scissors and roses, spinning in his arms.

“Luke, no more gifts! You’ve already proved yourself to be sweet, romantic, loving - I feel loved out almost,” you laughed as he smirked. His arms suddenly lifted you up, hugging your legs as you rested on top of his shoulder.

“Then,” he paused, scooting open your bedroom door before dropping you onto the comforter with a bounce. “Let me refill the love tank.”

“Bad innuendo,” you smirked as he rolled his eyes, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. They still tasted sweet from the dessert you shared at dinner. You both crawled further onto the bed, your lips still attached as he began to strip out of his shirt, slow and teasingly. You easily followed, unbuttoning your clothes and tossing them off to the floor - a trap and worry for tomorrow.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighed against your cheek, pressing lighter kisses across your cheek, the tip of your nose, against your temple, before moving down to your neck once more; nipping and nibbling as you sighed happily, melting against his chest.

“So perfect for me, my sweet little honey,” his soft murmurs mixed with his lips sucking at your pulse caused a soft moan, making him grin devilishly against your throat. “Go ahead, baby, let me hear your pretty noises. Can you do that for me?” He moved further down your chest, pressing open mouth kisses in his wake, only to stop and press a gentle kiss to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. A gasp and squeak-like moan left your parted lips as you reached up, threading your fingers through his blonde hair and giving a tug; a vibrating moan escaped him.

“Fuck me.” You murmured into the air as he released your nipple with pop, grinning as he moved back up, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.

“I plan on it, darling.”

You gasped as his thumb suddenly pressed against your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves gently as you felt your toes twitch. Spreading your legs wider, Luke moved further down as you felt your cunt twitch. Pulling his thumb back, he licked his lips between leaning forward, keeping his eyes focused on your face as he licked a thick strip up. Smirking against your glistening cunt, twirling the tip of his tongue against your clit causing another shake to move through you.

“Fuck Luke, please,” you whimpered as he moved his mouth against you, teasing his tongue in and out, swiping it across your folds pressing himself further into you as you sighed, broken moans escaping you as you gripped the sheets beneath you. Luke reached up, wrapping his arms around your thighs when he felt your body attempt to move back, away from the pleasure.

“I’m still eating, baby.” He practically growled against you, tugging you back into him as he dove back in. His thumb reached down and pressed against your clit while his tongue teased your entrance. Your thighs shook as you arched off the bed, curling your toes as your thighs tried to clamp around Luke’s head, only to be pulled back as he ate you like he was starving. A shattered moan rippled through you as you came, crying out as he continued to eat you through your orgasm, licking and sucking you dry.

Your body fell back against the bed as Luke sat up, grinning as you glanced at him, feeling your cheeks flush at the sight of your wetness smeared across his lips and glistening on the tip of his nose. “Y’know,” he paused, crawling back up to your face as you reached up, slinging your arm over his neck as you hummed at him. “I’ll never get over how you taste,” he pressed his lips against yours. The taste of yourself mixed with his lips made you shutter, sighing against him as you rolled your hips up into his.

“I’ll never get over feeling you.” You smiled before pressing your lips against his jaw, threading your fingers through his hair before reaching down and grabbing his dick, swiping your thumb over the leaking tip. He groaned before reaching down, covering your hand with his own before pressing his tip against your clit, causing your head to fall back.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured, pressing butterfly kisses against your crown. You nodded, leaning your head up and pressing open-mouth kisses against his collarbone as he looked down, gently pressing his cock into your entrance, eyeing your expressions as you shuddered against him.

“You’re doing so well baby,” pressing more kisses across your face as he pressed further into you, moaning as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer as he bottomed out. Your moans mixed with his groans, he dropped to his elbow while his other hand snaked beneath you, making you arch into him.

“So pretty, so fucking perfect for me,” he whispered more praises into your ear as he began to thrust into you, holding you close as you began to move together. His thrust started slowly yet firm as you wrapped both arms around his neck as he sat up, lifting you into his lap wrapping his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him as he thrust up into you.

“Luke, Luke, please, you’re so good-” you moaned into his throat, threading your hands through his hair as you jumped with each thrust, pressing open kisses up his jaw and sucking the skin beneath his ear. “Ah, shit, Y/N, please,” Luke groaned, pressing his cheek against yours, a deep moan leaving his throat as you turn, biting his bottom lip with a moan. Pulling it back with a snap before you tilted your head back, staring at your boyfriend with a lust drunken state.

“Come on, Punz, ah fuck,” you huffed, licking your lips. His thrusts began to pick up, his thighs twitching beneath your own as you tried to match his thrust, whimpering as he held onto you tighter, you could feel his blunt nails dig into your sides as his grip tightened. You felt your walls twitch at the feeling. “Cum for me. Cum inside me.” You tugged his head back, causing a throaty moan to escape him. His nails dig deeper into you, forcing a whimper-like moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luke chanted as he held you against his lap, huffing as his cock twitched inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moaned as you came from the feeling of his cum filling you. His hips gently rutting against you, helping you both through your orgasms, panting against one another’s ears.

“I love you so much, baby, like.. Fuck,” Luke huffed as he leaned you back, caressing the back of your neck as you collided with the pillow. “How’d I get so lucky with you, huh?” You chuckled as you dropped your hands from his hair, caressing his face while rubbing your thumb across his cheeks, smiling up at him.

“I think I got lucky with you, baby.” You shuddered as he slowly pulled out, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before standing from the bed and moving towards the bathroom, leaving you to bask in the afterglow. Closing your eyes, you sighed.

Valentine’s Day had always been something of heartache and brought bittersweet memories until you met Luke. You had met through Sapnap, and when he learned you shared the same hate for the day of romance, you made it a tradition to spend it together either playing video games until your eyes were sore, or him coming over and you both digging into chocolates and take out. He turned your once bittersweet holiday into one that you now looked forward to.

“Baby,” you opened your eyes as Luke knelt over you, boxers already adorning him as he gently wiped away whatever remained from your session. Shushing you gently as you twitched away, once done throwing the rag towards the bathroom, causing you to flinch as it made a wet splat sound.

“Seriously?” You groaned as he shrugged, grabbing a pair of his boxers and a hoodie and gently tugging them onto your twitching body.

“It’s a problem for tomorrow,” he murmured, climbing into bed with you grasping your waist and tugging you into his side with a content sigh. “You say that until you slip on it on your way to the shower, babe.”

“At least I know you’ll kiss it better,” he smirked, pressing a long, chaste kiss to your temple. He chuckled as you glanced at him, trying to hold back your own grin. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,”

“Nooo, tell me, you have that look,”

“What,”

“You have a look! Just tell me, weirdo,” you rolled your eyes, setting your chin on his chest as he hummed.

“Even with you here, I still hate Valentine’s Day,” he tilted his head towards you, grinning as you snorted, rolling your eyes.

“‘Cause, it’s a cheesy holiday for make-up sex and cheesy romcoms.” You stated matter-of-factly, a small yawn leaving you as he chuckled, shrugging. He moved his hand, caressing your neck, rubbing his thumb in circles.

“Yeah, that but.. I guess it’s alright now that I have you. You make it sweeter than chocolate, lovely,”

“Shut it, you cheesy bastard, go to sleep, and if those roses are wilted in the morning, I want some new ones.” You growled, teasingly as he rolled his eyes, flicking the top of your shoulder before you both sighed, nuzzled into one another before drifting to sleep.

——————————————————————————

I hope you enjoyed it! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, so I hope this is good lmao <3

Until next time, have a beautiful day! ~ J

#punz x reader #punz x yn #punz mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #punz x reader smut #punz smut #dream smp smut #dream smp x reader #punz fanfic #dream smp punz #sapnap smut

#happy new year #y’all wake up fandomlit just posted #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader

Thu, 24 Feb 2022 15:18:25

fandomlit:

summary (they/them) tis the season to be in love! and ‘tis the season to have an excuse to kiss your mcyt lover, with the help of a poisonous garland.. (includes dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, bbh, c!technoblade, wilbur, punz, fundy, and eret)
warnings swearing, lots of kissing, maybe some suggestive themes? maybe
a/n merry very belated christmas, hannukah, kwanza and boxing day to those who celebrate! have a late fic for your winter fic needs, and have a happy new year my loves <3
hcs = headcanons btw,, this is my first try at this format so let me know if it’s alright!!
gif cred belongs to @anigifs18
Keep reading

So sweet

@bialin

Sat, 01 Jan 2022 14:29:29

My dear.

!TW! Death, suicide, ugly crying !TW!

700+ words

dsmp school au

She sat there in silence. What did she do wrong? Why did everyone she loves leave?

“Hello?” She heard from a distance, she recognized the voice. It broke her heart. Silent tears race down her face. “Oh my, are you alright!” The voice says to her. She can see his feet floating in front of her. As y/n looks up, she sees him.

“Wilbur?” She whispers not wanting it to be true, he can’t be dead.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He says, his ghostly voice echoing around the room. With these words she breaks, sobs cracking out of her like a whip. Wilbur’s ghostly form moves to help her, attempting to wipe the tears from her face a hissing sound emits from his hand. The tears dissolved his fingers, he stared at where his fingers once were. Her sobs softened when she realized what she did. She did this, she hurt him.

“I’m sorry, it seems I can’t help you,” Wilbur says in a soft voice. She looks at him, her eyes and nose red and swollen.

“I missed you. Every day, it seems like it’s been a lifetime without you.” She murmurs. “It’s only been a few days my dear,” he responds.

“I thought you didn’t recognize me, why are you calling me your dear?”

“Because this isn’t real, it’s in your head and you know it. He would never come back for you, he never loved you. It was jointly to hope from the beginning,” he says, a calm smile adorning his face. The same face that called her worthless, useless, nothing, a nobody.

“I know, he never loved me. I got that from the start. I just wished to whatever could hear me, maybe, just maybe, it was a lie.”

“There was no lying, you fell for someone who could never love you back. It’s time for us to go, my dear, the sun is rising.”

Y/n wakes up to her alarm, ignoring it she walks over to her mirror. Seeing the reflection she sees him behind her. Whipping her head around she sees him.

“It’s time for us to go, don’t you want to see me again, my dear.” He says, the same comforting smile on his face as she always saw at school.

She got ready for the day, getting dressed, eating, grabbing her bag, and driving to school. As she gets there she feels the eyes on her. She goes through her normal day as if nothing happened at the last bell of the day, he shows up.

“My dear, what is taking you so long?” He says floating over her.

“I want to see the sunset before it’s time,” she whispered.

“I see, I will meet you there.” He vanishes.

The final bell rings, she packs up and makes her way through the crowd of people, and to the roof. The wired fence glaring at her in the light of the sun that is slowly setting. She sees him there, waiting, just as he promised her.

“Hello, my dear. It’s time now.”

“Yes of course.”

She drops her bag and takes her shoes off. Carefully setting them next to the edge. Seeing the people below her, some are shouting others are recording. She sees his friends in the crowd but not him. Quirking her head to the side she looks more. After a moment she realized, I could be stopped if I don’t hurry now. Climbing the fence holding onto it as she sees the sunset for the last time, closing her eyes. Smiling, she hears the roof four open but it’s too late she fell. Turning, as if in slow motion she sees him, not the ghost, but him. He is here. He cares. He grabs her arm through the fence stopping her for a moment but not enough. And she falls, they make eye contact. She sees him say ‘I’m sorry.’ Tears fall upwards as she finally makes contact with the floor. With a thud and muffled screams, everything goes dark.

“Welcome, my dear. I missed you so,”

She hugs him but can’t feel anything.

“Am I being taken back?”

“I’m afraid so, my love, I will never forget you. Y/n.”

—–

Thank you for reading, I’m back! I’m trying to get myself to write again so maybe this will work! <3

#spotify #sobbingwhilemakingthis #wilbur x yn #wilbur x reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp angst #tw sui mention #tw manipulation #dream smp school au

Sun, 24 Oct 2021 14:01:31

He promised…

Summery: Tubbo tries to understand his best friend is gone…

!TW! Character death !TW!

600+ words

Art credit to Unknown, I’m sorry I couldn’t find the original if anyone knows please put it in the comments!!!

Tubbos’s POV

I-i didn’t think it would hurt this much. I know he’s gone, but it still feels like he’s here. It feels like it was only an hour ago we were playing around at the drug van with Wilbur, Fundy, and Eret.

3rd POV

They gaze with empathy as he walks down the path, arms saying at his side, red eyes from crying, and hair sticking out in all directions like a pin cushion. He goes to the bench, the one they used to share. Now only his grave is there to keep the little ram company. He settles down there doing nothing. Clutching a single disk, Cat, the disc despite being scorched, still worked despite being charred with the rest of his stuff. The other disk is long gone, burnt to a crisp.

Puffy, after staring at the boy sitting there not moving for 10 minutes, walks toward him.

“Hey, Tubbo how ’re you holdin’ up Bud.” She says putting a hand on his back, rubbing it in small circles.

He doesn’t reply, rather he proceeds to stare at the dirt. Puffy lets out a sigh, “You need to talk to someone bud, everyone is concerned. We know you miss him but-” Before Puffy can even complete her sentence. Tubbo stands up, snatches the disk, and walks away. Everyone sees him stride away, anger clear on his face.

With a sigh, Puffy puts her head in her hands. Bad walking up next to her reassuring her it isn’t her fault.

“It’s not your fault, no one has been able to talk to him. Not even Ranboo.”

“I just hope he is ok,” Puffy replies.

Tubbo’s POV

I started walking home after Puffy tried to talk to me. I shouldn’t have been rude to her. My head is buzzing, heh, Tommy used to always call me bee boy, no wonder.

I smiled remembering the good old days. I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.

I make it home, I can hear Michael running around upstairs. When I look up I see Ranboo in front of me, startled, I take a step back.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Did I scare you!” Ranboo says with concern, stepping forward cautiously.

“I’m fine,” I say, apprehensively. Casting my eyes on the floor I take a step around him. Ranboo, seeing my eyes, grabs my arm.

“Are you ok?” He says, worry evident in his voice. Finally making eye contact, my eyes welling up. A sob works its way up my throat, a choked sob finally comes out, as I clutch onto Ranboo’s signature suit. His arms wrap around me, while his head lays on the top of my head. I cry into his suit while Ranboo comforts me. When I finally catch my breath I ask him, “Why did he have to go, he said he would be back.” I say remembering back to what he said before he left. ‘Hey, it’s gonna be alright okay. I’m gonna see you so soon, I promise.’

“He promised me…” I cry, falling onto the floor. Ranboo came with me hugging me, and smaller hands hugged me. I look over to see Michael, hugging me with worried eyes.

“Why is Dad sad?” I hear him ask Ranboo.

“He just lost someone very close to him,”

“Did he lose his chicken?”

I pause and look at Michael. I started laughing knowing how much Tommy would have hated being compared with a chicken. Ranboo looks at me and starts laughing as well. Soon the three of us were all sitting on the floor laughing, tears still streaked down my face but for a different reason.

Third POV

As the three laughs, a transparent figure looks on at them. Chuckling at their happiness. Ultimately being able to rest understanding that his friends were safe.

—–

Thank you for reading, the requests as always are open, and I hope you enjoyed it!!! <3

#spotify #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #dream smp angst #tubbo x reader #tubbo angst #tommy and tubbo #tubbo and tommy angst #ranboo x reader #ranboo x tubbo #platonic love

Sat, 14 Aug 2021 01:44:16

The Fort

!TW! Nothing <3 !TW!

——

It was late, far past their bedtime. The twins, Wilbur and Y/n, we’re still up.

“Will,” Y/n whispers.

“Yeah?” Wilbur whispers back.

“I’m bored,”

“What am I supposed to do about that?”

Y/n flings their head down the ladder of their bunk bed, “I don’t know let’s do something,” they say, staring at Will from the top bunk.

“Like what? Dadza might hear us,” Will said, sitting up to face Y/n.

“Hmmm… oh I know!” Y/n exclaims.

“Shhhhhh,” the elder twin whispers.

“Sorry,” Y/n says quieter.

“What were you going to say?”

“We should build a fort!” Y/n says, their excitement clear on their face.

Wilbur thinks about it for a moment before nodding his head with a smile. Y/n grins at this and hops off the bed, landing with a small thud. Wilbur goes off to grab a blanket, whilst Y/n grabs a camping lantern. Their window is dark, nothing but the moon shining through.

“Alright, now how are we going to get chairs without someone hearing?” Will said once he finished grabbing every blanket he saw.

“Hmmm, good question…” Y/n says, tapping their lip. “I’ve got it, we put it on a blanket so it doesn’t make a sound!” Y/n exclaimed, smacking their fist to their hand.

“Alright let’s do it!” Will said, now burning with excitement. Y/n scrambles over to the door.

“Shhhhhhh..” both of the twins say at each other. Wilbur takes the lead, pressing the door handle all the way down, then opens the door as quietly as possible. Their feet making slight tap sounds as the twins sneak into the kitchen to, hopefully, kidnap a chair. Grabbing the chair the two small children lift it off of the ground. Waddling into their room, they set it onto the ground trying to make as little sound as possible.

Creeeeaaaak… the twins freeze, someone was up. Whipping their head at each other then back at the door, they stare in horror. Almost like in slow motion the door handle moves and the door is slowly opened. Standing at the door is none other than…… Techno.

“What are you two doing it is too late for you to be up,” Techno whisper scolds, the ten-year-old not wanting to get in trouble himself.

“We were just uh…” Wilbur starts, sweating nervously.

“G-getting water then going back to bed… yeah t-that’s what we were doing. That’s what was happening.” Y/n says, stuttering with the lie.

“And there is a chair in your room why?” Techno asks, not impressed with the pathetic lie.

“Ummm, no reason,” they say in unison. Looking back and forth between the chair, the pile of blankets, and the twins he starts putting it all together.

“Oh, I see what’s happening here…”

“Y-you do?” the twins say nervously.

“Yes, I want in.” Y/n and Wilbur share a glance at each other than nod.

“You’re in.” and they set to work. Techno due to being taller than the twins was in charge of setting the blankets on the “hooks”, Will and Y/n were setting up the hooks and giving Techno the blankets to set up.

After way too long, they finally step back from their work. The fort covers half of the room. With an excited squeal, Y/n crawls into the fort, Wilbur, and Techno following close behind. They get settled into a circle, pillows, and blankets surrounding them, a flashlight in the middle.

“Now what?” Techno asks the two. Wilbur looks over at Y/n since it was their plan after all.

“Ummm, not sure didn’t think we would make it this far,” they admit.

“Well, how about scary stories?” Will suggests.

“Good idea squirt, I’ve got a good one,” Techno says with a smirk. “Once upon a time, there were two kids that stayed up wayyy past their bedtime, and their super-cool older brother let them stay up just a bit longer. But the kids didn’t want to go back to sleep and then they were cursed and had to stay up forever! They went insane and cried to their brother saying ‘im sorry we didn’t go to bed when you said!’ their brother forgave them and they finally went to bed. And they lived a good life listening to their super cool brother Happily Ever After.”

“That sucked Tech,” Y/n said with a straight face.

“Ouch you hurt me so, now go to bed it’s like 1 in the morning,” Techno says leaving the fort.

“But we aren’t even-” the twins try to say only to get cut off by their own yawns.

“But you’re not even what, tired?” Techno says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Fine,” The twins grumble, crawling out of the fort and onto their beds. Techno tucks them in and pats their head before slipping out of the door, back into his room. Techno falls onto his bed and is out like a light. The twins, Techno, Tommy, and Phil are all fast asleep once more.

—–

I’m so sorry for being gone so long, it’s just so hard to get motivated, but I hope you enjoyed I liked writing this one. <3 (:

#spotify #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #sbi x reader #wilbur x yn #wilbur x reader #techno x you #techno x reader #techno x yn #dream smp fluff #super fluffy #kid reader #kid wilbur #kid techno

Mon, 26 Jul 2021 00:07:55

The not-so-New Neighbor pt. 2

Word count: 1200+

!TW! storms, yelling, cursing, mentions of injury !TW!

Y/n’s POV

It was rather stormy when I awoke, huh still night, I think looking at the clock which says 4:00. It has been about three weeks since Dream and I had first met. Despite, what I thought, was a pleasant first meeting he still seemed closed off to the idea of meeting other people. We had only one other conversation, besides ‘hello’ and 'how are you?’, Amara had escaped again and gotten into his backyard again.

CRACK! I jump at the sound of thunder striking. “I know right, it’s very scary,” I whisper to Ama, who is less bothered by the thunder than I am. Ama jumps off of the bed and spins in a circle, staring at me expectantly. “All right I will let you out,” I say with a sigh. “But not for long, it sounds bad out there,” I mumble standing up. I grab my blanket and wrap it around me before waddling to the backdoor, Ama trotting next to me. “Please hurry,” I shout at Ama over the wind, as she rushes outside. I go into the kitchen to grab something to drink, after realizing how parched I am. Grabbing the glass of water and quickly gulping it down. Setting the glass onto the count with a clink, thunder strikes. I jump slightly, walking back over to the back door realizing that Ama should be done by now. The door pushes back at me, the wind making it hard to keep open. “Ama! Come on girl!” I shout looking for her in the dark.

BANG! thunder strikes again, still not seeing Ama I start to get worried. “AMA! WHERE ARE YOU!” not caring, I drop the blanket and rush outside, not bothering with anything but a flashlight. I scan the yard not seeing her, but… there is a hole in the fence. My breathing is speeding up realizing she could get hurt in the storm right now. I run at the fence and jump over it, my leg getting cut by the broken wood. Adrenaline running through me I rushed to follow her footsteps that had been left in the mud. I start sprinting my legs moving faster than I could have ever thought. Ama had always been with me even when I was a kid. She is old and fragile. Before she was a service dog for me as a child. Hell, she cared for me before my parents did. I rush through the mud, my feet being scraped by loose rocks. I am bleeding somewhere and my leg is throbbing with warmth, most likely the blood. I see that her footprints are covered by a fallen tree. “AMA! WHERE ARE YOU GIRL! PLEASE!” I shout my voice gravelly and cracking. I hear a faint bark, whipping my head in the direction of running over there. I see Ama there her leg is caught under the tree. “AMA!” I say kneeling, “what happened girl-” CRASH! Another tree falls near us. The tornado siren starts sounding off. “Come on!” I yell shoving my hands under the tree trying to move it off of her. It gives slightly and Ama starts whining, “it’s ok you will be fine soon, just hang in there girl,” I finally get the tree off. Hoisting her over my shoulder I start in the direction of my house, SNAP! The tree in front of us falls it gets my leg, “FUCK!” I scream the pain shooting through me.

“HELLO IS ANYONE THERE!” I hear someone shout. It sounds familiar though it’s hard to hear. My hair is whipping into my face now wet from the rain.

“OVER HERE… please” I whisper the last part, trying to tug my leg from the tree. I see someone approach me. It looks like Dream, oh it is him. I’m tired but Ama needs help.

Dream’s POV

“Oh Gods,” I say to myself, seeing heron the ground, blood covering her leg and arm. I move quickly over to the tree and throw it off of her. She lets out a pained cry. Her leg doesn’t look broken, fortunately. Picking her up, cradling her head near my shoulder I make sure her dog is following us. I scramble back to my home. I open the door, Ama I think it was, limps in, and lays down on the floor. I bring her into the bathroom and lay her in the bathtub getting the water started. I delicately spray her leg and arms. Getting off all of the blood.

Y/n’s POV

I am barely conscious but the stinging on my leg wakes me up, I jolt a little.

“Hey, are you awake?” Looking at the voice I see Dream he is soaked as well. So he was the one to save me.

“Is Ama ok,” I mumble.

“Yes, she is just in the other room. Do you think you can take a shower and change so I can check out your injuries without intruding?” He says, I nod my head. “Ok there are spare clothes in the closet, just take some, I will be just outside the door if you need me.” He says standing up and grabbing some bandages I could only assume we’re for Ama while I was in here.

Once he leaves I hoist myself onto my feet and limp up to the showerhead fixing it back onto the stand. It sprays over me and I close the curtain. I grab some soap and clean all the cuts I find. Hissing once I clean my leg, it feels like it’s on fire. I smell the soap, it smells like him, no I have only met him a couple of times don’t be weird Y/n. I think slapping my cheeks which are heating up. I set the soap down and turn the shower off. As I step out I limp over to the closet he mentioned earlier. I grab a white shirt and black sweatpants. Carefully changing into them, after drying off. Proceeding out into the rest of his house low and behold there he is waiting for me on his couch, it looks like Ama is sleeping on the carpet and bandaged. Dream is in a change of clothes despite his hair still being wet.

“Are you feeling better,” he questions me.

“Yes, thank you Dream,”

“Of course, though I don’t mind if you call me Clay if I get to know your name. I don’t believe I got it before,” he says, grabbing the first aid kit.

“The name is Y/n, Clay,” I say, chuckling to myself realizing I hadnever given him my name.

“As much as I know you don’t want to, I need to bandage your leg. It was looking pretty banged up due to the tree.” I looked down, at the now covered leg, which was starting to hurt more as the adrenaline was wearing off.

“Yes yes, here,” I say, trying to suck it up, setting my leg on the table. He gently rolls up the too-large pant leg. I feel him start to put a cream or something on it, clenching my fist at the pain. My heart is beating out of my chest when he starts to wrap it with gauze. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Are you all right?” Clay asks me. I stiffly nod, trying not to focus on the pain. My eyes close tightly.

“Do you think I could stay here until the storm subsides,” I question, sleep creeping into my voice.

“Of course! Would you like to sleep in the spare room?”

“Yes! That would be lovely. Thank you again,” I say, feeling my eyes starting to droop.

“This way,” Clay says, standing and helping me up. We walk down the hallway still holding hands. His hands are warm, dry but warm. “Here we are,” he opens the door and I throw myself onto the bed. I instantly fall asleep.

—–

Thank you for reading and thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy it! (:

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #spotify #dream smp angst #dream x you #dream x reader #dream x yn #so much angst #storms #tornado #tw cursing #tw injury #tw storm #spotify

Sat, 26 Jun 2021 20:01:38

The New neighbor (pt1?)

Dream x Fem reader

!tw! Fluff, happiness? !tw!

Y/n’s POV

The sun was bright, not a cloud to block it. The birds were singing their precious tunes. Work was off today. My dog Amara is cuddled up next to me. I let out a content sigh, feeling the sun shine onto me through the blinds on the window. Feeling Amara did nudge my shoulder, I feel a small smile form. Blinking my eyes open the crust that had developed overnight flaking off. I turn my head towards Ama who is laid next to me.

“I know girl, I’m up,” I say, Ama’s tail wagging in response to her nudging.

“Yeah yeah, let’s get you fed hun,” I mumble. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stretch my back. Crack, I sigh in delight. Looking over at Ama who is running in circles waiting for me to feed her. Letting out a soft laugh at her antics, I stand. Grabbing my phone, which was charging next to my bed, I started heading downstairs.

After getting Ama her food, I look around for anything to eat, settling on a blueberry bagel. Leaning back on the counter I look out the window. Tilting my head to the side as I notice the moving truck across the street. Hearing Ama’s paws trot up next to me, I look down at her.

“Weird right, it’s been so long since the previous owners have been trying to sell that house. They used to have such a lovely garden too. I remember every year when I was younger they carefully tended to their orange Calendula flowers. They reminded me of honey and the sun just before the sunset,” I mention in remembrance, “but what do you know you’re just a dog.” I laugh at Ama’s clueless look, tail wagging nonetheless. Finishing my bagel, I go to let Ama outside. Heading upstairs to put my contacts in, letting Ama take her time. Getting them in finally, I head back down to let Amara in.

“Ama,” I yell with a whistle, “inside sweety!” Looking around my backyard, panic sets in when I see the gate slightly open. Rushing out I see her collar caught on the nail that was sticking out of the old fence. Great now not only is she lost, but no one will be able to contact me if someone finds her. My panicked thoughts rush through my head, as I scramble inside for something that would help me find her. Grabbing Ama’s favorite treats, her leash, her collar, and my phone.

Rushing outside the front door I start looking to where I think she would go. I started walking over to the new neighbor, maybe he saw where Ama went. Knocking on the door, it is silent for a moment before the door is swung open, startling me slightly. A young man is standing there. He is rather handsome. Sandy blonde hair, green eyes, about 6'4", a scar running down the corner of his mouth. Ignoring his handsome appearance I say, “Hi I’m your neighbor, and uh I was wondering, have you seen a dog by any chance? She’s a German shepherd but has floppy ears and about this tall,” putting my hand about the mid of my waist. He gives me a weird look before turning and whistling, Ama who is somehow in his house comes trotting up the front door. Noticing my startled face.

“I found her in my backyard just a moment ago, she decided to come inside and make herself at home,” he explains. Ama walks up to me and grabs her collar, only to go back into his house and sit down.

“No, Ama here girl I have to get you home,” I say. The stranger is also helping me try to get Ama over to me. She finally gets up and moves over to us, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for helping me, I never caught your name stranger,”

“The name is Clay, but I prefer Dream,” he replies.

“Dream, I like it. It’s good to meet you, hopefully, meet you again under better circumstances,” I confess, a grin bright on my face.

Dream’s POV

I watched as my new neighbor walked away with their dog. Oh, I never got their name. Well, I hope I meet them again.

—–

(I wrote this really fast so let me know if there are any mistakes) <3

Thank you for reading. I will be taking a small break from Vilbur and reader, as to not burn myself out. Let me know if you have any requests I don’t bite!

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #spotify #dream x reader #super fluffy #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x you #german sheperd puppy #this dog is cupid #fem reader

Tue, 01 Jun 2021 07:49:56

Where is Home?

Vilbur and Reader pt 7

!TW! Death, shouting, mentions of dismemberment, nightmares!TW!

Word count: 1400+

Summary: The two worlds merge, Tommy is put in safety by Y/n, but he is never truly home. Where is his home?

—–

Tommy’s POV

I am meeting with Y/n today.

I trek over the hills, looking over the ruins of what was L'manburg. Ranboo and the others have been cautious about me leaving ever since the ‘illness’. Not like I will be telling them about Y/n, I think scoffing.

Walking a while longer I sneak into the cave.

“Tommy! So glad you could make it!” I hear Y/n’s ghostly voice echo. I feel their freezing arms hold me from behind.

“Good to see you again little bro!” I smile proudly at how they addressed me, wait.

“I AM NOT LITTLE YOU TAKE THAT BACK I AM A BIG MAN,” I shout my face scrunching up in distaste.

“Of course your not Tommy,” they say floating in front of me. Seeing their ghost haze in front of me, I look at the details. Their now longer hair reaching past their ears, the bags under their eyes darker than before, their body growing. Realizing that this is not normal with a ghost I go to ask a question.

Almost as if noticing my questioning face they say, “Tommy there will be many things happening soon. I have something I wish to ask of you.”

“Yeah, whatever it is! I will have your back!” I say standing taller with pride, that they came to me for help.

Smirking at my answer Y/n floating in front of me, “I will be needing you to stay here to not get in the crossfire.” Crossfire? Nodding my head, they smile and pat my head.

Y/n POV

leaving Tommy I go to the room, “it’s time my friends,” they nod, dispersing to do their respective tasks. As I travel into the egg, switching my ghostly form to the host. Skeppy, who is now red rather than blue, stares at me. A small smile forming on his face.

“Is it time?” He questions.

“It is now, are you ready?”

“As always,” he says, kneeling, arm crossed his chest.

3rd POV

Every one of the Smp had heard the noise, it was a cracking sound. They had run to the egg hoping it wasn’t doing what they hoped. Bad, Ant, Sam, and Puffy we’re found kneeling to the egg in two rows. Bad Ant and Sam on one side. Sam and Puffy to the other. The egg was hatching.

“Ī̶̢͎͎̠̘̫͑̈̈́̽͐̿̕͘ţ̶̼͍͔̥̞̎̓̀͛́̐̏̂́̄̂̊͜͝ͅ ̴͎͊̀́͗̈́́̍̈̓͝ͅm̷͈͇̟̜̖͍̪͔̦̏̽̓̒̍̀̅͝a̴͔̖̞͉̹̣̥̲̼̒͑̔̏̽͒̐̕ͅk̶͙̫̠̹̼͐͋͊̿̈́̎̈́̿e̸̢̨̙͖͓͔͎̥̯̝̭͓̳̔̏͊̑̆̒̅̊̈̚š̶͈́͜ ̸̣͕̲͇̲̦̼̙̥̻̯̞̻͈͇̾́͛̇͠ṷ̷̧͖̈́͒́͋̇͊̕͘s̸̤͒̇̽̍̿̓̀̾͜͝ ̵̨̛͚̟̯͍̹̮̠͇͖̥̞͑̑̀̌́̀͌̇͑͒̔͗͘͝ͅģ̵͈̙̗̰͖͙̲̠͛̈́͒̾̊̅̀͝o̸̡̱̘̮̙̳̖̻̮̬͔̙͋̃̂̈́̔̓̎̄̾̔̑̚͜ͅ ̷̛͍̦̞̤̮̮̝̥̟̇̂͗͛̇͗̃̀̎̂̐̚̚͝b̷̭͙̳̫͎̯̦͍̮̝́̈̐̂̋̅̋͜͠͝l̴̬̼͐͛̓̐̍ī̵̡̮̙̮̞͈̮̮̆͐̽͛̕n̷̥͙͂̆̚͘͜d̷̛̛͔̝͐̽̿̐̇͠”

Bad, Ant, Sam, and Puffy say in unison. They lower themselves onto the ground, in a kneeling position. A huge chunk of egg fell crushing one of the old L'manburg citizens. Realizing what is happening the people of the SMP start running away and screaming. Finally, once the egg has fully hatched they see what they wish they didn’t. Skeppy was red and mean-looking. He was very different from the nice, funny, and sarcastic blue Skeppy they were used to. Expecting Skeppy to walk out of the egg he has spent now more than 3 months in, he steps to the side, bowing.

Y/n exits the egg, revived by the power the egg has bestowed them. They had a black cloak with a red vine design. Their hair had a white streak through it. They had a netherite axe strapped to their back with a golden strap.

“I’m back,” they announce, arms spread wide.

- Timeskip -

Phil’s POV

My crows were coming in huge flocks, which is very unusual, they said something big has happened. Trusting them they say they will take me to the ‘egg’ thing people have been talking about, I’ve heard some bad things from the others. Ranboo decided to join me, he said he needs something to do. Tubbo has been having awful nightmares ever since… well since the accident. But because of Tubbo having nightmares, it has been waking Ranboo every night. He describes Tubbo after a nightmare like he was running for his life. Rather odd. We make it to the egg after a small trip, much faster than anyone would think, due to nether portals.

Tubbo’s POV

Tommy is running down the hall, Ranboo, and I not far behind. We are trying desperately to get away from the creature. Ranboo gets caught, his leg is grabbed. I screamfor him, but it’s too late the creature has him; we have to keep running.

“TUBBO COME ON,” Tommy yells, seeing another creature emerging from the darkness.

“WE AREN’T GOING TO MAKE IT!” I scream, seeing the door is almost closed. We lock eyes with the people inside the room. Karl, Dream, Foolish, Sam, Ant, Quackity, Phil, Techno, and Y/n. They are yelling for us to hurry, we might not make it in time. The door is almost closed. Tommy and I are almost there, another creature appears next to Tommy. The creature with its long spindly arms, bones ligaments, and flaking skin grabs Tommy. It’s too late.

“TOMMY!” I cried out, seeing the look of horror on Tommy’s face before he was dragged away. My arm was grabbed by Y/n and brought into the safety of the almost closed vault.

BANG. The vault is closed, I am safe. Tommy and Ranboo have been taken. It is too latenow.

THUMP, everyone inside looks through the window on the vault door. SLAM, a mutilated and torn apart Ranboo and Tommy.

I let out a cry that would be described to be able to pierce the heavens.

Ranboo’s eyes open on his head, his eyes white. He chants in a scratchy voice, “Tubbo.” Over and over again. Pressing his hands to his floppy ears, tears flowing freely down his face

“Tubbo,” his eyes shoot open, he is not in the vault. He is at home in his bed. Ranboo, desperately trying to wake the sobbing man, comes to an end when I jump up, sweat dripping down his forehead, his heart racing as if he had just run for his life, paler than Dream’s a porcine mask.

“Ranboo I-I was so scared,” I cry, a sob ripping through my throat.

“Oh, Tubbo. You should still be scared.”

“W-what?!” I stumble through my words, feeling claws pierce through my back, nearly missing my spin. I screamat the bone-crunching rip as my bad is torn apart. Ranboo drops me to the ground, he has the horrid spindly, and flakey body of the monster, his eyes glowing a bright purple.

“W-why,” I sputter out, falling onto the ground.

Gasping awake again, this time no one is around. No chance to die again. I sit up and put my arms around my head, trying to calm my breathing. Hearing a second breathing close by, I hold my light gasps.

“W-who’s th-ere??” My voice quivering. I hear, a gasp before seeing a trembling Michael peek around the doorway.

“Is Dad ok now, he was making scary noises earlier,” relaxing and saddening that I was scaring Michael.

“Oh I’m sorry bud, come here, I can make it better.” He cautiously walks in and scrambles up the bed. I grab him and settle my son on my lap.

“Is dad ok?” Michael questions.

“Yes, I just had a bad dream,” I explain, calming down knowing my son is safe.

Tommy’s POV

It has been a while since Y/n has left and told me to stay here. They said it might be a while.

SHING. I hear a sound, grabbing my sword, and go to investigate. Looking in the room I heard the sound from I find what looks like a portal. It is gold and red. These are Y/n’s favorite colors. As I am about to enter the room it starts letting off sparks and glowing brighter. As the light fades to the back once more, I unshielded my eyes.

Standing there dressed in gold and red, the twins are back and a lot taller. The now 7'4" twins stand there Will with his sword and Y/n with their signature axe. My eyes going wide, it has been 3 years since I have seen them alive. Tears staining my face once more.

“Well he looks excited to see us,” Will says, nudging Y/n softly.

“Of course he is he has only been waiting 3 years,” They say, smirking proudly.

“So Toms, how ‘ave you been,” They say simultaneously, each reaching a hand towards me. I run at them in a hug. Will makes a small ‘oofing’ sound. I can practically hear Y/n’s eyes making fun of Will. They pull me in, just like the old days, when the days were long and filled with adventures. Despite Phil and Techno never being home.

I had found home once again.

—–

Thank you for reading! Hope y'all have a good day/night. Don’t be shy with requests!

Ps. The nightmare part is based off of a nightmare I had a couple of nights ago!

Mon, 24 May 2021 20:22:37

For the next chapter, I will be releasing it soon. The egg story and the Vilbur and reader story. If you have not figured it out are the same story and characters.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #dream smp angst #philza x reader #sbi x reader #vilbur #wilbur x yn #the egg #eggpire #lmanburg #manburg vs pogtopia #pogtopia

Mon, 24 May 2021 07:32:01

The dreamscape.

Vilbur and Reader pt. 6

!TW! freezing, manipulation, yelling, violence, mentions of blood, feral Tommy!TW!

Hope you enjoy <3

Art credit to: @elevenshaze on twt

—–

Tubbo’s POV

I know I am dreaming, I can hear Phil pacing around the room. Soon his pacing fades away.

-entering the dream state-

The sun rests just over the horizon, Tommy is here. We are on the hill that overlooks L'manburg.

“Hey, big man?”

“Yeah what’s up?” Tommy answers.

“Will we get our happily ever after? Everyone is talking about how they work towards their happy ending. But I just can’t seem to see the end.” I say brushing my hair away from my eyes.

“There is no ending because there was never a beginning,” Tommy says, his voice getting scratchy.

“What do you mean,” I ask, turning to look at him. His eyes are the void and a smile is etched into his face. No! NO! DREAM CANT TAKE HIM FROM ME! please…

Waking up with a start. Sweat dripping down my face, my breathing erratic, and shaking all over. Phil, with a concerned look on his face, swiftly walks up to me.

“Are you alright mate, you look like you just had a nightmare,” Phil says softly, sitting down next to me and rubbing circles on my back. I open my mouth but no words come out, my mind racing from what I saw.

“It’s ok you don’t need to talk about it. Go be with Ranboo, he was worried about you.” Nodding, I shakily stand. Walking cautiously down the stairs I make it to the kitchen. Collecting myself I look around for Ranboo. Nope, not in the kitchen, not in the living room. Though Techno is when he notices me peeking into the room he points to the porch. Stepping over to the door I bring it open and looking out. Seeing Ranboo playing with Michael, a lazy smile adorned his face. Smiling softly to myself I walk outside fully and close the door, getting their attention.

“Dad!” Michael yells, wobbling up to his feet he shuffles towards me.

“Hello buddy, how are you?” I ask resting Michael in my lap after I sit down in one of the rocking chairs on the front porch.

“Good, Papa called some people over. Mister Pink looked at me weirdly and Mister Green told Papa to relax so he played with me out here while you were sleeping! We played all these fun games…” my son’s voice settling into the background, he thought I was sleeping and Techno saw him… “and then I saw you and you were awake and here!” Michael says finishing his story.

“That’s nice, now I need to talk to your Papa for a moment, would you go inside with Phil?” I ask, voice cracking slightly.

“Ok, Dad see you later!” Michael says, jumping up and running inside. We wait a few moments, I’m still sitting on the ground, the cold of the snow no longer bothering me.

Ranboo’s POV

I look over at Tubbo when Michael runs inside. His eyes are glassy, and he is still on the ground. After a moment I walked over to him. Sitting down next to him I pull him into a hug. I feel him start to cry, it burns into my chest, but I don’t complain. Comforting him I feel myself starting to cry as well. My tears cascading down my face, sizzling and burning down my face. It is snowing now. Tubbo and I don’t care anymore, we grasp onto each other and start sobbing. Tubbo let out a cry, one you would hear from someone who just got the news that their last hope had passed.

3rd person POV

Techno is watching the two broken children cry into each other from the window. Something in him breaks in him as well. They shouldn’t be in this life of violence, they’re only kids. And yet they had suffered so much. He thinks shaking his head. Started when he hears the most heart-wrenching scream from Tubbo. His eyes tearing up, he turns away and walks up to the room where Tommy lays. Phil has long since left the room to comfort Michael. Looking over Tommy, he notices all the details of what had happened. Tommy’s lips were dark purple, his exposed skin looked like icy veins crawling up his body, Tommys breathing slow and labored. He is not much better than when Ranboo found him. We don’t know why he isn’t getting better. Niki should be on her way, unfortunately, she lives far away from Ranboo and Tubbo’s house.

Knock knock knock. Phil upon hearing this sets Michael down on the bed, the young child having fallen asleep. Hears the knock and makes his way downstairs. Opening the door, letting Niki inside.

“So where is Tommy? I saw Tubbo was awake.” She mentions, taking her winter coat and winter gear off. Grabbing the satchel that was under the coat.

“Good to see you again mate, follow me,” Phil says waving his hand towards the stairs. As they make their way up the stairs Niki is looking around, looking for clues to what had happened to the boys. Phil stops at the door opening it for Niki.

“He’s on the bed over there,” Phil mutters, refusing to make eye contact or look in the room. Niki looks at Phil with sympathy in her eyes before entering. Walking in closing the door softly behind her. Techno once he saw her stood up, knowing her past and her hate against Tommy. Pulling out his ax in a defensive stance.

“Woah, calm down I’m only here to help. Phil called me in,” Niki says, trying to calm Techno. Slowly lowering his defensive stance in front of Tommy, who is effectively dying without treatment.

Niki’s POV

As I cautiously approach Tommy, I can see the damage of whatever had been done to him. His lips are dark plum and black near the center, his ears are blue and black, his hair was stiff from what seems like the cold Ranboo found him in, his breathing is more like wheezing and pained. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Focusing my eyes back on Tommy I grab the bag that I had brought with me. Opening it I grab my book, my candles, and a heater. Looking over at Techno I ask, “Would you put some coal in here,” I hand him the heater. He looks skeptical about it before doing what I asked. As he loaded coal into it, I pulled out my book looking through various supernatural creatures before finding what I was looking for.

“Here!” I shout, after a while, startling Techno. “Sorry,” I say softly when he glares at me.

Hearing a thundering sound running up the stairs, Phil bursts into the room, “Do you know what caused this?!” Phil says frantically. Techno being confused at the question looks between Niki and Phil expectantly.

“He means what creature caused this,” I explain, “I’m a mob expert.”

“HUH! Since when?”

“She has been for a while… Anyway, that’s not the point.” Phil says.

“Yes, Phil is right. I found what caused this. It says here-” I say, pointing at a page in my book,”- the only thing that could have caused this would be… A spectator aka a ghost essentialy.” Once I say that Phil and Techno’s eyes go wide and they stare at each other, then Tommy. Their eyes are filled with confusion and terror. And then the realization hit me, we only have two ghosts, and both of them were close to the young boys. But they wouldn’t do this… would they?

Tommy’s POV

-entering the dream state-

It is warm here, I remember it was cold earlier. Why was it cold again? Eh doesn’t matter now that I am warm. A new wave of heat cascades through me, thawing my body into comfort. I am calm, wow when was the last time that happened. Maybe when Tubbo and I were building our bench, Techno and Wilbur watched our back. It was the most peaceful week of work… ever I think.

“Hello?” I hear an echo crossing the room.

“Hello, who are you?” I question back to the voice, not bothering to open my eyes.

“Tommy is that you?” I hear, starting to recognize the voice. Snapping my eyes open, I look around in search of the voice. Y/n they are here, I want to see them again. I miss them.

“Y/n? Where are you?”

“I’m right over here Tommy,” they say. I turn around and see them, glowing with their arm stretched towards me, a soft welcoming smile decorated their face. Rushing over to them I tackle them into a hug, crying slightly.

“Hello Big man,” they say softly, engulfing the smaller in a hug. I smile through the tears that are free-falling down my face.

“I missed you Y/n,” I say, my voice heavy with emotion. Finally, I reluctantly pull away from the hug.

“I have something important to tell you, Tommy…” Y/n says, eyes going downcast and glossing over. “They are trying to take you from me,” their voice growing softer, as I grow more confused and I furrow my brows.

“Who is trying to take you? I want to stay with you.” I say, standing my ground ready to fight anyone who gets in my way of being with my sibling I was forced to lose.

“They are Tommy you have to stop them…” their voice fading away more as I am being pulled away from them.

“No! Stop! I want to go back! Y/n!” I yelled, reaching desperately towards them, despite me being pulled away.

Waking with a start, all of the warmth from the dreamscape gone. Niki, Techno, and Phil standing over me. They are smiling. Why do they get to be happy? I just want to go home, the place where I belong. With Y/n, Will, Tubbo, and L'manburg. The good days.

“How are you feeling?” Phil asks, my head slowly turning towards him. I throw myself at him, clawing at him. I get a handful of feathers and his hat before Techno and Niki pull me off of him with my arms behind my back. I hear an animalistic growl until I realize it is coming from me. Not that I care they were the ones trying to take me away from Y/n. Phil, who has now fallen onto the floor. Looking at me in shock. I feel my lips curl up to bare my teeth and growl once again.

“Niki what’s happening?!” Techno shouts frantically, as I struggle from their grasp. I hear people storming up the stairs. Tubbo and Ranboo slam the door open. They see me and I’m not sure what sparked it but I think it was looking at Ranboo, I never liked him, he took away my friend, and now he is here for Y/n as well. With newfound strength, I launch myself at Ranboo, ripping my grasp away from Techno and Niki. I go to attack him only to be hit with something and thrown off to the side. Looking at where the item was thrown I see a shaking Niki, standing on all fours I growl at them. My hybrid features on display. My tail swishing behind me defensively, my razor-sharp canines bared at all of them, the two joints on my legs ripping through my pants near the joints.

“Hey… Tommy, Big man calm down…” Tubbo says cautiously sidestepping towards me, in response, I let out an unnerving growl that makes everyone flinch in response.

“Niki! What is going on!” Techno growls, furiously.

“I don’t know this isn’t supposed to happen! Though there is a chance that the spector had said something to him!” she says, looking through her book frantically trying to find an answer.

“What do you mean! There is a chance! What could they have said” Phil yells, I ignore them focusing on Ranboo. Tensing my legs and lowering myself onto the ground I feel something fall from my mouth.

“Umm… Phil what is dripping from his mouth,” Tubbo asks, voice quivering. Suddenly everyone’s attention is on me again. I let out another growl, more of the goop falling from my mouth, looking at it this time I see it is a black-looking slime. Hearing someone step closer to me, my head snaps at them. I let out a roar. Tubbo and Niki are staring at me in fear, Phil is staring in shock, and Techno in distress. I lunge at Ranboo once more this time reaching for his horn with the reached ring on it. Tubbo shrieks when he sees what I’m going for, and he jumps at me. I make it to my target and start yanking on his horn trying to rip it off, so he will let me see Y/n again. Tubbo hits me off, falling to the floor with a whimper. Techno and Phil rush to restrain me, Niki rushes to Ranboo to check on what I hurt. I see Ranboo reach for his horn and realize the ring is gone.

“My ring is gone! Did it fall off!?” Ranboo asks, I plant myself onto the ground. It’s not like I needed to, I have two people keeping me on the ground. Smirking, I look Ranboo in the eyes.

“Tommy where is it!” He yells at me, part of his jaw unhinging. I close my mouth tighter, locking my jaw.

“Guys… I think it’s in his mouth.” Tubbo says, noticing my jaw tense.

“How? We didn’t see it?!” Niki says, baffled. She runs over to Techno and Phil, something in her hand.

I feel something cold touch my neck as the world fades to dark.

-entering dreamscape-

“Tommy are you ok?!” I hear Y/n yell when they see the state I’m in.

“I wanted to come back… they are the enemy…” I mumble my words slurred.

“Ah… I see what happened. I’m so glad you came back,” they say, picking me up into a soft warm hug. Just like Mum used to do. Feeling the familiar warmth return.

“Don’t worry Big man I will protect you,” they say. I feel warmth flood my being and patterns scorchinginto my body. I didn’t mind though it felt nice.

“They’re going to sting when you wake once more, but don’t worry I will always be here when you go to sleep.” I nod limply.

“Want to see them?” Parking up at this I nod once more, not finding the energy to speak. A mirror appears in front of me. I have marks up and down my back and arms. They have symbols that look like, “⋔⊬ ⌿⎍⌿⟟⌰” I feel myself fading out of dream world into a deep sleep.

“Y/n would you stay with me?”

“Of course my pupil.”

—–

Thank you for reading, don’t be shy if you have a recommendation

Mon, 17 May 2021 18:33:06

It all comes together. Vilbur and Reader pt 5

!TW! Freezing, mentions of harm, mentions of violence, trauma, dying, almost deaths, cursing !TW!

Got this done faster then anticipated check out my last post if you wanna make any inferences on what happened (:

Ranboo’s POV

It was a normal day for Ranboo, he had done some mining earlier that day, but something still just felt… wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it. As he heads his way home he sees Tommy in the distance.

“Hey Tommy, what are you doing out in the cold!” I shout jogging at him. There is going to be a snowstorm later, I don’t want Tommy to be caught in it, that would be very dangerous and I wouldn’t be a good friend if I abandoned him.

Turning around I gasp, his lips are purple and his nose is almost black with frostbite, “S-sorry Ranb-boo I g-got an l-little lost-t.” He stutters out.

“Oh my come in, you need to warm up,” I say, picking Tommy up as he starts to go limp. I will have to talk to Tubbo about this later. Rushing towards the house, I quickly open the door and set Tommy on the couch next to the fireplace. Running around trying to find warm things and lighters. Finally finding a match, I light the fireplace. Running upstairs to get some blankets, I find them and scramble back downstairs. I make sure Tommy is comfortable, I feel bad. Everyone is living lavish lives and the youngest of us all is out here dying alone. Getting the blankets around Tommy and the fire roaring as hot as I could make it, I start to boil some water for hot chocolate when he wakes up. Hearing a clicking of paws behind me I look around.

“Papa, why are you running around?” I hear my son ask.

“Well a dear friend of mine is in trouble right now and I needed things to help him.” I try to explain without my voice shaking too much.

“Where is dad?” Michael asks. Looking around I realize Tubbo should’ve been home by this point.

“I’m not sure, would you like to look for him?” I say, not thinking straight, rushing to make sure Tommy doesn’t die.

“Ok bye bye Papa.”

“Bye sweety,” I say, grabbing some more blankets.

Michaels POV

Papa seemed busy, but he did say I could look for Dad. Looking through Papa and Dad’s room I don’t see anything. Oh, what is that? I grab it. It’s pretty I will show Papa later. Grabbing my stuffed cow Uncle Tommy gave me I wandered around trying to find Dad. I make it to the basement. Papa and Dad always said not to go down here… but Dad also said I could find Papa. Climbing down the latter I make it to the basement. Looking around the rows of chests I see Papa, he is on the ground. Oh well, I’m tired, maybe he was just tired too. Snuggling up with Papa’s arm over me I fall asleep.

3rd Person POV

When Tommy is in a stable condition Ranboo is looking around for Michael.

“Michael?” He says, looking around the house. He said he was going to find Tubbo where could he have gone, right as he thinks this he notices the open trapdoor to the basement. Furrowing his eyebrows he goes down the latter, “Michael?” He calls again. Peeking around the row of chests he sees Micheal with Tubbo on the ground. Panic strikes his heart when he sees that Tubbo is looking the same way Tommy was when Ranboo found him. Rushing to the pair he checks Tubbo’s pulse. It is weak but there. Picking up both Tubbo and Michael, he scrambles up the ladder. Getting to Ranboo and Tubbo’s room he sets Tubbo down gently, scooping Michael out of Tubbo’s reach he thinks to himself, how did this even happen? It’s not cold in the basement, how could Tubbo have almost died. And the same way Tommy almost did, seems too much of a coincidence. Getting the heating blanket out and resting it on Tubbo. He runs to set Michael in his room. Grabbing Tommy on the way back, he sets Tommy on the bed with Tubbo. Getting them as warm as possible, he pulls out his communicator. Dialing Techno and Phil.

“Hello,” Techno says.

“Hey mate what’s up.” Phil chimes in

“Something is happening and I don’t know what I need your help please as fast as you can!” I speak in a hushed rush, afraid to wake the boys.

“Woah slow down mate, what’s happening?!” Phil says concerned for the monochromatic man.

“Please just hurry,” Ranboo says, dropping the communicator to the floor, and rushing back to Tommy and Tubbo. Their condition is getting better… I think?

Over with Phil and Techno who are both equally confused and worried, already on their way over.

Making it to the young couple’s house, they knock furiously on the door.

“Shhh, come in hurry,” Ranboo says, opening the door.

The two look at each other briefly before walking in.

“This way,” Ranboo says, motioning towards his shared bedroom. The others gasp at the sight. Both boys laid on the bed noses black at this point but slowly turning purple. A good sign?

“What happened,” Phil says, concerned about the boys who were like his family.

“I found Tommy wandering outside, he didn’t even have anything protecting him from the cold. And when I thought Tommy was stable I went to look for Michael who was looking for Tubbo when I wasn’t watching. Tubbo was passed out on the ground in the basement.” He explains, grabbing more logs for the fireplace.

“How did this even happen? They would’ve found help before it got too bad!” Phil says exasperated.

“Yes Tommy may be dumb but not stupid,” Techno adds, equally confused. I taught him how to survive when he was younger he couldn’t have forgotten.

“I’m not sure everything should’ve been fine. I’m not sure what’s happened. I just need your help for now, until we can figure this out.

"Of course, I will call up Niki because she is better at taking care of people. Techno, you make sure they don’t die. Ranboo, rest a little we don’t want anything happening to you.” Ranboo nodding his head goes to Michael’s room to rest with his son, after being so stressed. Techno sets his cape on the ground, bringing a chair over at the end of the bed. Watching over them closely, every flinch of Tubbo’s ram ears to the flick of Tommy’s fluffy raccoon tail. Phil left for the porch, calls up Niki.

“Niki? Are you here?” Phil asks, his frozen breath escaping his mouth as he talks.

“Yes, is there something the matter Phil?” Niki replies, her voice hinted with worry.

“You know things about the creatures of the SMP… right?”

“Yes… do you need me to look at something?” She hesitantly asks.

“Something happened to Tommy and Tubbo. I think you should take a look. We are at Ranboo and Tubbo’s house?"

Phil hears shuffling from the other line and hears. "On my way.” Coming from Niki.

Y/n’s POV

Floating overhead I see Dream make his way to the egg and Niki to the cabin.

“Good, When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth, and here I am. Soon I will make everything better.”

—–

Thank you for reading! If you have a suggestion don’t be shy! Let me know if there are any errors

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #ranboo x reader #wilbur x yn #philza x reader #sbi x reader #spotify #vilbur #ghostbur #tw dying #tw cursing #tw freezing #dream smp angst #so much angst

Tue, 11 May 2021 21:32:48

For anyone who will be confused about the pt 5 I will be posting within a few days.

The longer Y/n stays in the overworld the more people can hear them, hybrids can hear the ghosts better and sooner then most. Don’t forget Tubbo is a hybrid.

Have fun!

Sneak peak to what will be happening in the tags!

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #ranboo x reader #wilbur x yn #philza x reader #sbi x reader

Tue, 11 May 2021 19:56:27

The Egg’s Host pt. 2

Summery: Bad, Ant, Puffy, and Skeppy are helping to clear out a space for the egg that Bad found the other day, and something weird happens to Skeppy.

!TW! shouting, manipulation, betrayal, mentions of injury !TW!

Credit to Princess Hernandez on Pinterest for the pic below

Skeppy’s POV throughout

The longer I am here the sooner I wish to leave. It’s so… I don’t even know there is just a bad vibe. I feel like something is watching me. Looking over my shoulder I see that everyone is working, it has been three hours since we started expanding the eggs territory. Now and again I will hear Bad mutter something to the egg. I can never hear them clearly but I have heard something like host, and hatching. It would make sense that the egg would hatch.

There is a clicking sound that echoes every time Puffy, Ant, or I swing our pickaxe. Something is getting increasingly clear to me that they are not acting like themselves. Soon Ant goes over the egg and starts talking to it. My arms start to go numb from emptying the large area for space, I can’t seem to stop though. Why can’t I stop?

Then something happens and I am out of the trance. My pickaxe falling to the ground, with a thud. Everyone turns in my direction, something is wrong. Their eyes are red, they aren’t supposed to be red.

“Why did you stop Skeppy?” All of them say in unison creepily.

“My arms are numb, are you guys alright something feels wrong,” I say, voice quaking. Looking around I see the vines covering the entrance, the only source of light is the torches we have been placing.

“We are fine, you need to work. Or the egg won’t be happy with you.” They say. I’m starting to get nervous, my legs are shaking. I am getting ready to run. Their eyes start glowing, “Where are you going? The egg hasn’t dismissed us.” They start walking towards me. I scramble back. Trying to find another way out, I see an old staircase. Running at it, I hear them start running as well. I make it to the top as Bad grabs my leg.

“LET GO OF ME!” I scream, Ant catching up grabs onto my other leg. Dragging me back into the cave I see Dream in the distance, “HELP! DREAM PLEASE!” I yell. His only response is taking off his mask, and staring at me with his blood-red eyes with black sclera. My eyes widened, not him too.

“Come on Skeppy, the egg would like to meet you.” Bad and Ant say, keeping their grip tight on my legs. I start grabbing at anything I could find, to keep me rooted in place.

“No. Please let me go. Bad, Puffy, Ant… Dream. Someone, please.” I mutter the last part going limp, as we get closer to the egg. I grabbed a stone in a last attempt. Swinging the stone right into the egg, screeching is let out.

“H̴̲̭͈̓͌O̵̡̢͙͚͓̍W̸̭͓̭̽͜ ̷̥͊̾̌͂C̴̯̱͇̀̀͐O̴͉̰̣̻̘̅̋̎̽U̵͈̤͎̇͐́͝L̵̨̥̫̱̉́̉̏͋D̸̖͎̭̞͉̋̏͑̕ ̶̢̬̳͈̖͝Y̵̠̊͛Ö̶̺̟̻͋͋̓̈U̸͍̅̆̊͐ ̴̛̝͐B̴̬̩͈̙̒͆̈́͜Ö̸̖͛̋Y̴̦̪͉͌̋̆̔̏͜!̴̞͎͈͋͐̀̔ ̸̧̗̦̣̌̒̅Y̶͉͙͂̌̃Ǫ̵̮͎͗̐U̷̻̯̓̃͐̚͜'̶̦̻̃̔͑V̷͇̠̅͋͂E̵͚͋̚ ̵͎̥̤̒̃̀͜D̷̲̮̝̹̀͠O̵͙̥͖̞̾N̴͎̎͊̔̆E̸͔̭̫͔̒ ̴̡̛̘͇̙͛̅̅I̷̳̩̙̕ͅT̵͖̲̘̤̐̉̃ ̶̡̩̪͖̹̒̾̋Ņ̵͙̼̗͂̊̐̈́̔O̴̪̠̜̹͓͑͋̏̏W̸͙͙̋̋!̷̡̜̘͔̞͑͋”

The egg screams out at me. I feel vines grab hold of my arms when Bad and Ant drop me at the base of the egg. Feeling the vines pull me back into the egg. I start thrashing about and crying out. They all just stare at me, a blank look on their faces. An opening behind me opens up as I am swallowed into the egg. As soon as I am in, the egg closes back up.

“Hello, I’m sorry to meet you this way.” I hear a voice say. Jumping I throw myself around to face the voice. It is a person?

“W-who are you.”

“I am the host of the egg.” They say, sitting down in their throne of vines.

“What did you do to my friends,” I demand.

They chuckle, their eyes turning red, “I’m sorry, but did you just demand something from me? The great Y/n,

T̶̙͉́̀̀͐͠h̴̨̭̞̭͝e̸̢̯̥̗̞̦̙͈̿̒̃̈́͐̀͑͠ ̶̧̨̡͙̦̬͙͈͕̌͗̈́̀͜Ǎ̸͍̝͇̝͎͊̃̓̈́̈͘̚͝l̴̡̩̗͙̎̈́̍̽̓́̓̌̕͝ḿ̶̧̤͍̺̈́̏̒̐̃͛i̵̱͂̋͑̆̆͜ͅͅg̵̫̞̦̈́̉̀͛̅́͛̔h̶͔̞̰͔̩͔̖͐́̎͋̐̌̕̚̕͝t̵̲͓̗͎͌y̶̟̰̟̰͔̽̉̊̆̅ ̸͍́̇̇̉͑̕h̵̺̰̀o̸̡͚̼̻̗̳̼̝͆͛̈́ͅs̴̱̦̩̙̖̔̔͐̓t̸̨͔̫̝͖̺̖̟̜͛̈̿́͐͂̀͆ ̷̡̭̫̤͂̓̍̕͝ö̵̯͖̥́͗͗͘f̶̗̙̪̝̻̝̂̎ͅͅ ̴̘̤̭͗͋̎͂̂̓͜͠͝t̷̢̨̫͕̱͇͍͍̿͗̆̒̎͐̌̚̚ȟ̸̛͚̻̩͍̼̙͓̍̀̔̆̆͐͐͠ͅé̸͈̜̲̔́͋̇́̕ ̷̲̑b̵̢̮͕̠̪͇̐̉͑̌͝l̶͍̇̈́̉̾̀ͅo̶̼̥̊̆̂͋̈̈͌̚õ̵̫̠̬͚͒͑d̴̡̡̧͈̈̔̒͝ ̷̡͍̟̞̭̃v̷̢̛͍̰̜i̷̘̖͔̱̪̤͚̬͋͐͂̾͐͐́͘͝n̶̢̜̱̼̦͍̼͈̻̝̔̚ė̵̥͖̼̟̞̞̃͑͘̕s̴̗̜̱̲͋̈́̂͑͐”

They say, their voice dictating dominance.

“N-no I-i am so sorry,” I stutter out, quivering under them. As they stand over me, I press myself against the shell of the egg.

“I will give you anything you wish.” They say, calm again despite yelling only a moment ago.

“I don’t have anything I wish to desire though…” I say, thinking back to when Bad mercilessly gave me away.

“You must have something you desire.” They say, eyes piercing into my soul, looking for something. Anything.

“N-not really, there is one thing though.”

“What is it, spit it out, boy.” They say as though they have existed for a long time.

“I wish to have someone… who will protect me…” I mutter. I am all alone in this world now, I am they gave me up just like that. Startled, the host’s eyes enlarged and they looked rather sad at the response.

“Y-yes, I’m so sorry that the egg has made you think that. My name is Y/n, I will protect you.” They say stepping towards me. I realized I had been mumbling my thoughts out loud. I flinch when they get closer to me, as I am still shaken up by the events of earlier. They put their arms out so I could hug them. Slowly I move towards them for the hug, finally embracing them I feel them hug me back. When they start stroking my hair like how Bad used to when we raised Sapnap together. I start crying, Bad and I will never be the same, he has abandoned me.

“I-i need you to tell me I’m a good person. I know I can be selfish and narcissistic, but under all of that I need you to tell me I’m a good person.” I mumble, my head tucked into their shoulders.

“Oh Skeppy, I’m sorry.” They mutter to me, still stroking my hair.

3rd POV

But what he failed to see was Y/n’s grin and penetrating red eyes. Everything goes according to plan. They think before going back to ‘comfort’ the miserable diamond creature.

—–

Thank you for reading, if you have a request don’t be shy

#bbh x reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #spotify #skeppy x reader #eggpire #the egg #tw swearing #tw injury #tw shouting #tw voilence

Sun, 09 May 2021 22:07:01

The Egg’s legacy

!TW! Swearing, mentions of injury, shouting, demon voice !TW!

—–

Bad’s POV

I heard a noise coming from the… ground? I start digging down, looking around for the source of the noise. Thunk, I hear when I hit something hard. Huh sounds like stone. I bring out my pickaxe and cautiously mine the area. I peek my head down and look around, it is a huge empty room. Wait, it’s not empty. There is something red near the center of the room.

“Hello? Is there someone here?” I cautiously say, voice quivering slightly.

“ ̸͖̼̯̞̦̮̩̞͑̉͆̆͂͋̀̚͠ψ̴̡̛͇̘͚̘̥̖̜͓̑̌͗̄̈́̐̽̔̽̽́̈́̀͋̉̄͘͘ͅ ̵̧̡͍͚̫̩͍̼̺̠̜̖̱̗̺̮͉̝̥͉̣̯̰͍̘̯͔̜̓͌͑͌̆̈̽̎̊̚͜W̵̧̹̠̬̪̲̞͉͛̐͂̈́̒̆̉̿͊͑̋̈̔̊̿̎̍͂͂̂͠͝h̴̡̧̛̜̹̥̲̠̺̻̯̤͇̦͙̲̳͉͓͎̓̋͛̎̓̈́̐͐̎͆̐̓̾̏̓͆̏͛͊̉͘͠͝͝͝ǫ̸̨̢̢̞͖͎̥̞̫̯̥̥̰̬͈̹̻̹̙̥͍̘͍̥͍͊̆͊̄̔͗̓̔̂̓͆͋̑̋͂̓̆̕͘̕͘͝͝͝ ̷̡̖̹̤̖̠̦̥̺̤̭͓͎̘̫̮̭̞͍̐̐̕͜͠͝ą̵͔̪͓̝͔̣̖͎̺̮̬̙͙̻̀̑̄̆͆̏͒́́̆̈́̿͜͜͝ŗ̵̡̤͕̥̖̣̤̙͖̲̮̦̘̂̓̀͑̊̌͊͋̇͜ȩ̶̝̦̱͚̣͚͔̣͓̞͎̝̃͆̆̊̃͑͛̀͊̊̊̋͒̈̊̊͆̅͝ ̶̢̢͔̰̻͈̤͍̮̙̝̲̭̟̥̮͎͉̩͉̭̖̰͓̙̭͉̗́̔͜ỷ̷̧̧̨̛͔͍̟̠͉̺̘̳̤̜͉̞̣̫̲̬̠̞̄̌̓̊̈̌̎̆̐̚͜͜͜͠͝ͅo̸̯̟̲̗͍̘̟̭̓͊̋̋͛̾͌̐̚͠u̷͖̖͎͇̘͈̳̻̰̝̣̼̫̾̐͛̈́ͅ ̵͚̻͓͖̙̥̜̾͐̾̀̓͗̂͒̉̌͌̅̒͝͠ "

I jump hearing a disoriented voice.

"Umm, I’m BadBoyHalo but people just call me Bad… Who are you?” I ask, lowering myself onto the floor from the roof. Once I get on the floor, I settle myself in a sitting position.

“W̶̼̗̪̼̩̾͋̚e̷̼̓̔͐̾l̴̛͚̞̜͒ĺ̴͙̋̂̊ ̷̢̙̩̇̄̀i̷̩͌͜͠ẗ̷͙ ̴̭͇̙̹̞̀î̸̢̆͋̚s̷͖̺̀̓͆͠ ̶̹̳̈́́̓̇͝n̵͉͔͆̊o̷̗͓͇͋̅̾t̵̡̮̙̾̑̚̕ ̴̟̤̲̻̅̌̌m̴͙̦͚͆̔ḛ̶̼͈̐̏ ̶̥͗͆̎̂͊t̸̙͇̣̽h̸̛͉̦̞̏̒͊͝a̸̲̫͛̈̑͒̍ţ̸̤̭̀̄̒ ̴̹̠̮͊i̴̢̢̻̤͂ͅş̷͛͋͐̈́̈́ ̴̠̫̰͂̒͘͜i̵̘̞̩͐̈m̵̭̞͓̆̑̍͋̅p̶̢͉̲̌̒͌̋ò̶̖̭̿̕͜r̷̢̬̉̀͠ť̵̮̞͌͗̐͂ḁ̴̺̄n̵̫̒̊̾͒t̴̰̥͕͘,̶̗̠̾ ̷̧̈́î̶͎̊̾͋ͅt̷̫́̾͐̀͘ ̷̛̗̼̒͘͝i̵̲͉̝̾́̓̇̀s̶͉̖͎̫͋ ̶̠̝̲̗̼͊w̶̭͊̚ĥ̴̨̭̤͒ͅȯ̸̰͖̈́̊ ̸̣̠̝̼̼͛͌̌̇̾I̴̛̜̮̽̓̓́ ̵̨̠̀c̵̝͆ǎ̴͕̱̘̩̅r̵̫̳̻̯̺̍̈́̃́͘r̶̛͔̦͊͝ỹ̷̡̫̬̥͋̑́̎.̵̳͊̾"

The ominous voice explains. When I realize what it said I tilt my head to the side, confused.

"What do you mean, who you carry?” I ask perplexed.

“Ţ̵̙̈̆̑͘͠h̶̙̯̜̳͐̍̾͘è̸̺̠̮͔͐̄́̈y̴͔͌̈ ̸̮̱̖̣͇̈́͑ĺ̷̛̰̬̼̽̓͝i̴̼̱̓v̷̹͗͗̀͒̽͜ḙ̶̘̻͔͇̈́̀̑̋͘ ̶̘͍̰͕͔́̈͛̇ḯ̵͓̫n̷͖̼͕̭̋̀ ̶̗͓̞͎̀m̴̯̺̗̒̓͌͌̍ȩ̴̦̪̐͌̇͐͘ ̸̯̦͐ͅù̸̡̡͎̥͎͊̀ņ̴̦͂̓t̸͈̠̠̺͈̋̈́̑̀̚i̸̝̫͈͙̍͜l̵͚̈́͛͛ ̸̯̮̬͍̋̀ȋ̴̯͎̬̈́͝t̷̮͎̟͑̊ ̷͉̑͌i̸̠͆s̷̠̪̖͍̘̄͌ ̵̪̾͑t̴̥͂͘͝î̴̢́͆̆̂m̴͔̐̈́̆͊͜é̵̹̗͒͌,” it says.

I take a closer look at it, ohhh it’s an egg. That makes more sense.

“Well, do you need anything until it’s time?” I say sensing a strong relationship to the egg.

“I̵̩͉̬̊͜ ̵̢̻̣͛̊̆̌n̵̨̫̳͋̐ḛ̶̱̫̌͑ȇ̵͜d̸̛̮̔̈́̎̑ ̸̺̟̑͠t̵͕́o̸̹̥̬̅̒̄̃ ̵͎̥͎̌́̃͒s̵̬̗͝p̷͚̭͉̠̑̑͂̒͝ŕ̶͚̯̀̒̆e̶̹͇͌̓a̷̛̝̣̼͛͛̀̃ͅd̸̘̖́̄͌̆,̵̡͈̫̠̑̊̉̆̚ ̴̧͕̐̽a̵̘̠͚͊̈́͊n̴̩̪͕͎̊̋d̶̺̥̭̀͛̕ ̸̏͆ͅỈ̸̬̘͈͓̺ ̷̧̯͇͑̔̚̕͠c̸̡͉̺͆̍̈́̊̂à̶̰̱̀̓͑͐ṇ̶̢̡̧̛̤͋̃̓͝ṇ̵͉̀̋̒ǫ̵̛̻͙̰̲͋t̷̜̜̼̅͐ ̶̨̦̞͚͛ḯ̴̹̭̟̥̚n̵͍̏ ̷̬̫̺̤͉̎̇̌̇̓t̵̹̳̅̈̒̏̽ḧ̷͈͓̖̒̅̕i̶͍̘͈̜̖͆͋̏̊̒š̴̯̗ ̷̨͖̰̌̊̀͋͝s̷̨̛̤̮̳̆̂͠ͅm̵̨̨͖̀̿̇͆a̵̧͔͛̆͛͂l̸̤͙͘l̵̘͖̆̑ ̵̡̡̣̲́a̸͍̐r̵̡̯̫̮̈́͆̕e̷̢͎̖̐͂̒̄ȧ̴̢̪̳͓͆̌.̷̝͖͂̿̈́ ̸̡̛̣͉͙̲̋͋̚W̵̬̼̐̓̉̚ò̸̡̨̢̲͇͠ṵ̷̔͗̾̉͑l̴̡̡̧̙̼͆̌̍͂͆d̴̦̤̻̘͛͜͝ ̸͇̫͙̺͒̋y̵͔̖͓͂̆̾ó̶̯̬͂͛̽͘u̶͕̯̤͈͓͊́ ̷̜͚͐̍̓̚m̷͓̿͆̈́̓̾į̸͍̤͌n̴̤͎̬̓̀̐̓d̷̗̰̪̝̈͗͝ ̵̢̤̘̲̉̈́̏̈́͝ḙ̵͔͍̠́̓͝x̷̡̝͂͠p̵̛̺̈́̐̃͜͜â̷̪̗̊n̵̗̝̈́ḏ̸̛̆́̃͂͜ḯ̸̖͓n̵̯͈͈͙̈́̉̀́̕g̶̰̒̉̈́̿ ̸͇̝̄͛̍̓͒m̷̗̮̩̈́y̸̝̤͇͍͒ ̶̗͐̂͗̊̀ả̸͔̗͂̄͝͠r̶̩͈̈́e̵̢͑̓̈́͌͝a̶̡̭̽̇̽?̸̹̩̫̝̈́̕”

Nodding in understanding, noticing how cramped the roots are.

“Of course, I might need to tell others so they help. Is that alright?” I question.

“Ő̴̟͇̪͓̭̐̇̚f̸͕̣́͒͘͠ ̶̜̅͜͝ć̵͎͆o̸͇̣̗͖͐̽̅u̶͎̤̓͒̏̊͠ŗ̶̨̭̗̬͋́̅š̷͔͈͐̀͜ͅe̸͚͑̓ ̵̩̣̬̭͋̽b̸̛̺̥̤͇̓̅̚͝ŭ̵̼͓t̴͇̚ ̴̫͎̍̎̈́͝͝ṓ̴̭̼̥̠̐̎͝n̸̨͈͖̤͑̋l̶̝̱̣͂̐̿͝y̷̞̳̼͔̋ ̴͒͜͝i̷̢͆f̸̙̫̑̀̎͠ ̵̢̻̺͆ḯ̵̡͙̼͉̮̐̅̎̈t̸̞͉̗̓͂̂ ̶̢͇̭̠̽̃͝ͅḣ̷̳͈̺̊͊̕͝ȅ̷͇̜͖ļ̴͍̫̼̀͝p̴̯͓͍͔̈́̿͛͘ͅs̷̲̘͌͒̽ ̴͈̠̉͜ͅm̶̲̬̬̂̿̈́ÿ̶̲̤̖́̇͑ ̶̮͈̇ḣ̶̢̧̠͎̭ö̷̫̝̰́̃ș̴̡͎͔̭̋̀̈́̽͌t̴̳̐̑.̴̎͜”

Nodding, I stand up and collect my materials. Realizing the height of the ceiling and how far I had fallen. I start devising a plan to get myself out of the hole. Until I feel something lift me, looking around I see that it is the egg’s vines. Smiling gratefully at the egg, “Thank you for helping me.” I say.

“Y̴̩͖͛͛̑̏͌ͅe̵̥̔͠͠s̵̛̹̦̪̯̊͠ ̶̙͑́ỹ̷̮͎͉̇̾̌́͜͜e̶̦̰̳̝̳̒ṡ̷̪͖̫̺̘̔,̵̠̭̈́͆̂͝ ̴̺̟͉͂͌n̶̗̭̖͇̠͂ỏ̶̦̬̖̤̂͝ẅ̷͔͈ ̷͍̲͚͐͋̐̕ǵ̷̛̪̑̀͝e̸͚͔̣͇̔t̵̜̓ ̶̤̈̋̈́̂o̷̚͝ͅņ̷͖̊͛͑ ̸̥̅͂̀̓w̷̢͉͎̆î̷̡̤̺͉̺̑̀͑͝t̸̻͒h̸͇̠͕͈̬́͊ ̷͕͋̉͛̍̈́ĭ̵̩͌͝t̷̛̪̬̩͙́.̶̞͇̯̐̐͘”

Skeppy’s POV

Bad had been talking about this thing he found the other day almost obsessively. He is taking Puffy, Ant, and me to see it today.

“Areee were there’s yetttt,

” I whine. Looking around we are in a jungle, there are trees and bugs everywhere.

“Almost just over here,” Bad says.

“How did you even find this place?” Puffy asks, curious about the place.

“Yeah, how did you find it,” Ant asks skeptically.

“That doesn’t matter, anyway here we are!” Bad says, pointing down.

“That’s a hole,” I say.

“I know that, it’s under here.”

“How do we get down there, you know some of us aren’t giants.”

“Just trust them they will help you down,” Bad says jumping down. “Come on guys don’t take all day!” He yells up at us, who might I add are still shocked.

“Well. YOLO!” Ant yells and jumps down. Puffy makes a yipping sound while jumping down.

“Seriously they left me alone, in this economy.” I joke before falling back into the hole. I feel something catch me before I hit the ground. Taking a closer look it looks like red vines. Oh, this is the thing Bad was talking about, and I thought he was delusional. As the vines lower me down, I take a look around. It is very dark and musty down here. My nose scrunching.

“W̷̙̐̑̄ẹ̴̏͌̽ľ̵̝̦̈́͝c̸͚̟̘̱̘̈́̍̕͘o̸͈̤̺̅̐̚m̵̢͈͔͇̌͂̑̈́͝ͅe̴̥͉̐́͛͛̾ ̷̭̉͑͋̋̕b̷̧̜̒a̷̬͈̫̓̃́͘c̶̟̺͌̐͜͝k̵̺͒̂̾͠."

A horrifying and scratchy voice says.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!” I scream.

“LANGUAGE!!!” Bad yells, correcting me.

“D̵̛̘̜̋̃ǫ̷̊ṋ̴̨̳̦͒̄̐̇͑͜'̷̮̖̳͖́̃͐̽͜t̶̨̩̰̕ ̶͍̌̔̆͂w̸͔͇̭͙͆̈́̈́̂͠ö̷̡̼́̈́ͅͅr̵̺̹̩̦͂́̓͒r̸̨͉̪̱̘̃͊̇͂̒ȳ̵͓̯͈͒̽͌͠ ̶̢̱͂̃̓ḿ̴̺̐̀y̷̨̼̟̌͂͛̿ ̶̹͌͂ͅc̵̼̗͑̀́͠ḧ̷̛͉̝̠͖̬́̕̕i̴̙̘̔͆̄͑̅l̸̗̬̣̰̳̀͑͑͊͘d̵̩̙̼͉̑̎̓̉.̶̧̭̗̌̍͗ ̸͓̰̻͌́̐̕T̵̠̊̿̌̚h̴̬̥͈̄͜ḯ̸̡͉̗͖͙̂̎̔̀s̸̢̩̣̏̐̾͜ ̵̻͙͗̓́̏̕ȉ̵̙̝́̉͘͝s̴̪̻͂̀͊̚ ̷͇͙̳͕͕̐͒a̷̠͓͕͋̿̕ ̸͖̗͖̤̖̈́ń̵̟̲̫̳͜o̴̰͎̦̐r̴̢̮̂̃͝m̶̭̰̌̕ą̸̢͈͔͌͜l̴͍̲̃̾̚ ̵͈̗̼̗̀̈̕ŗ̵͕̗̪̝̚͘e̵̲̫̭̩̮͑̃̇͐̈́â̷̤̈́͛̊c̵̻̭̥̎͂͂t̷͙̲̮͆ì̶̼̠̃͜ö̶̫̱́͂ñ̶̥̘̭̣̩̄”

“I guess, he was still being rude to you though,” Bad grumbles, the egg’s laughing reverberating around the cavern.

“Is this what you were talking about, you said you needed help though?” Puffy says.

“Yes, they are uncomfortable in this tight space. So I offered to help, and I am asking you to help!” Bad says, grinning wide, clapping his hands together.

“I mean, sure we are already out here,” Ant says, shrugging.

“Yeah, I’ll help too!” Puffy chimes in, putting her hair up in a ponytail.

“I will be moral support!” I declare.

“Skeppy seriously.” Bad disappointedly says.

“Fine but only for a little, I’m a busy man!” I whine, grabbing my shovel and pickaxe.

We all start to get to work.

—–

Thank you for reading, if you have a request don’t be afraid to ask me. I will be posting the rules for requests later

#spotify #mcyt x reader #dream smp x you #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp x reader #the egg #eggpire #bbh x reader #skeppy x reader #tw swearing #tw shouting #tw injury #im back #im so tired #puffy x reader #sam x reader