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.”

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

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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

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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.

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3rd POV

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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.

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Tubbo’s POV

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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.

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Third POV

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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.

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The Fort

!TW! Nothing <3 !TW!

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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.

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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 (:

The not-so-New Neighbor pt. 2

Word count: 1200+

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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.

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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

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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…

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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Sneak peak to what will be happening in the tags!

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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.

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The Egg’s legacy

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

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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.

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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

▬ CINNAMON SWEET ▬

Pairing:Modern!Technoblade x Gn!Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of tears, mentions of anger, minor anxiety, allusions to sex and tenseness (?) overall in the first half of the work

Synopsis: In which Techno forgets about a date he had planned for the two of you. When he comes to pick you up out of the pouring rain, the air between you two is left tense- almost in a suffocating manner. He knows he can’t trust his words to help him out of this hole that he’s dug himself, but perhaps his actions can do something to heal these wounds. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: This work is dedicated to @dreamwvrld​ as an entry to her 1 year event! I know I’ve told her this before, but I’m so f*cking honored to be a mutual of hers and everything that she does inspires me so much and just- gods. If you don’t already, please please pleasego give her works a read and give her a follow, as she absolutely deserves it an so much more. 

There’s a certain type of beauty that comes with silence. For many, it’s found in time spent alone, that solitude acting as a breath of fresh air in a way. For others, they may find it in a comforting silence shared between two or more people. The usage of words isn’t exactly necessary in being able to fully enjoy the company of others, and that’s precisely what’s so wonderful about it.

Though, in this case, silence is suffocating.

—-

Technoblade sits with his back set straight against the driver’s seat of his car, sweat acting as an adhesive to keep him stuck in place as his fingers curl around the steering wheel in a grip that leaves his knuckles a lighter shade. Normally, for him, silence while driving is something that he enjoys, being able to block the worries of the day out as he keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead of him.

Today, however, this silence leaves the air thick and tense, almost like smog.

You have your body pressed up against the opposite side of the car, arms curled around your legs in a, what you would call, fetal-like position. It’s slightly uncomfortable and entirely awkward, but it’s the only solace you can find in a situation such as this.

The road ahead stretches on for miles and miles, streets left near-empty with only a handful of people to be seen out this late.

Now that you think of it, you should be one of those people out on the sidewalk right now. You should be curled into Techno’s side as you walk down the avenues, genuine smiles etched on to your faces as you enjoy one another’s company.

But again, given the current situation, that seems like nothing more than a pipe dream.

Techno drums his fingers against the steering wheel as a poor attempt to fill the silence. It’s hypnotic when you take the time to zero-in on it. It’s like- the hooves of horses galloping onto a track, going faster and faster and faster until one crosses the finish line.

That doesn’t happen.

His eyes cast toward you every few seconds. He’s aware he’s doing it. You’re aware he’s doing it. But, somehow, he doesn’t know that you know. Funny, no?

He’s… exhausted. He’s spent the past 14 hours- 6am to 8pm- hunched over a desk, work piling higher and higher above the limits of his patience while higher-ups breathe hot air down his neck, lecturing and nit-picking him at every chance they get.

“Remember T, I need this on my desk by Thursday morning.” “C’mon, is this really all you have to show?” “Chop chop, porkchop! I need these papers sent to our asap!”

He just wants to go home and sleep with you, his partner, the two of you huddled beneath the blankets and feeding off one another’s warmth. If given the opportunity, he’d sleep with you like that for a week and then some.

But the guilt of leaving you out in the rain for hours on end after he’d promised you dinner that night hangs over his head heavily, the whispers in his head laughing at him and scolding him and telling him “they’re going to leave you because of this. And you deserve it.”

He hates it, but he knows that there’s nothing he can do to change what he’s done and he hates it. He just wants to say something, maybe for you to say something if not him to fill this awkward and tense silence that’s been simmering since you stepped into the car a little under 10 minutes ago.

Well, it’s not even the fact that you haven’t looked at him. Saying that implies that it just hasn’t happened yet, that you haven’t turned your head to take a good look at him yet. No- since you slammed the door behind you and huddled into your current position, you’ve refused to cast your eyes anywhere near him. You’ve actively decided to not look at him.

And truthfully, it breaks both of your hearts, not just his.

He can’t see it as your face is directed away from him, but tears prick at your eyes, leaving them a dull reddish-white shade as they accumulate. He had promised to dedicate tonight to you. Promised that nothing else would get in the way and stop this night from happening, and yet that is exactly what had happened.

He’d been so… distant lately. With the way his hours were lined up, he barely even got to see you awake anymore. You’d be lucky if you got to see him for half a second on his way out or when he’d periodically press a kiss to your forehead before knocking out beside you in bed. He barely had any time with you anymore and you’d begun to hate it.

You’ve never had a problem with it before.

Truthfully, you hadn’t. It was something Techno had always loved about you, even before going into his current profession. You’ve always been patient with him, understanding when things came up out of the blue and he’d have to cancel, but he’d always reschedule for sometime soon and make it up to you.

You still had that mentality, of course, but now it was being tested.

He had cleared everything off of his board for tonight, doing everything in his power to set aside the night for you both. And even then, it wasn’t enough.

Technoblade was not a man that broke promises. He dealt with them seriously, and there was not one moment in your relationships where he‘d broken a promise. Well, until now. And that’s what hurt you so much about this whole situation- that, even after having made it a point all throughout your relationship that promises were final, he still fell short.

It broke you.

Techno isn’t a stupid man. Yes, he may make stupid decisions, but that doesn’t inherently make him stupid. He knows he let you down and he knows how angry you are about this whole thing and he knows that you’re making it a point not to show that anger because he knows and you know that doing that would only make everything worse.

It’s this frustratingly repetitive cycle that he finds himself in that he hates so much. He doesn’t know what to do to fix everything because he feels as though he’s walking on thin ice, the wrong step leading him to plunge into the icy currents below.

F*ck, he hates this so much.

The car slows, the dull click click click of the blinker resonating in the silent car as the vehicle turns into a parking lot. It’s only then that you decide to actually look away from the passenger’s side window for the first time since getting in the car.

It’s a plaza. There are several markets and shops dispersed around the area, dull red and blue ‘OPEN’ signs flashing on and off in store windows. You can count on your hands the number of cars in the lot- all space far away from each other to subtly let you know that nobody is shopping at the same stores.

It’s when Techno pulls into a parking space in front of a small bakery that you actually speak up. Your voice is hoarse, tone soft and low as you speak to him for what you realize to be the first time that day.

“Techno? Why are we stopping here? I thought we were going straight home?”

You hate how pathetic you sound, voice small as you speak to the man. He responds quickly after a few beats of silence.

“I need to pick something up real quick. I’ll only be a few. I promise.”

Oh, the irony.

In a fluid motion, Techno takes the keys out of the ignition, the car drumming down into silence as the engine slows to a stop. The heater, of which had been on the entire ride, stops as well, all the heat from the car settling into the stale air you had become familiar with.

He- Techno, is quiet. Eerily so, though not in a way where it seems like he’s about to chew you out, but the exact opposite. No, instead, this silence makes him feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents for doing something they shouldn’t have.

It’s not far off, actually.

His eyes are trained on the view ahead of him- the bakery, watching the workers in the store slump over the counter in exhaustion as they count the minutes tick by and calculate how much longer it’ll be until they’re allowed to leave. It’s only in this silence that you actually cast your gaze to him, taking every inch of him in and storing it in the back of your mind for later.

His hair is a mess, long pink strands tied up into a messy bun that barely even does its job of keeping his hair out of his face. His wide, square glasses are left askew on his face, falling off the edge of his nose but hanging on at just the right angle so that they don’t fall. His eyes- his eyes are so dull and full of sorrow, you almost break into sobs then and there.

There’s so much emotion behind those brilliantly red eyes, the hundreds of different shades of the colour swirling into a mix that leaves you gasping for air.

Even so, you still want to yell and kick and scream and pull your hair out from its roots and ask him “why?”Why would he make a promise such as this- a promise in general if he couldn’t even keep his word to it?

You hate him and you love him all the same for it, but f*ck is this whole thing messing with your head.

Your focus then shifts from his face, down the length of his arms, to his hands. The drumming of his fingers against the steering wheel had stopped a short while ago, instead his hands turn to hold the object in a vice grip. One of which looks as though if he were to apply any more pressure to it, the steel would bend and break underneath him.

Your fingers twitch. You want to offer him comfort; you want to let him know you aren’t entirely mad at him- but, still; you are mad at him in a way, so wouldn’t that action contradict itself?

Your eyes travel back up to his face, but the difference this time, as opposed to the last, is that he meets your gaze. His entire body freezes and stiffens the second he meets your line of sight, breath catching in the back of his throat as his mind scrabble to figure out what he needs to do next as to not f*ck anything up further.

So, his solution in this scenario is to leave. His hands abruptly part in front of the wheel, almost in a way that resembles someone being burnt by a hot object. His sweaty palms leave a certain shine on the wheel, and it’s then that you can obviously see the dents his grip has left.

You almost don’t catch it, but he mumbles something under his breath, something along the lines of “you can keep the keys in the ignition if you want.”

Something like that.

He’s quick to open the door after those words leave his mouth, stepping out head-first with the crisp air biting his exposed face. He’s not entirely out yet, though, as only his first left and upper body have exited the car.

Now you have a choice to make, and you hope to all the gods that may listen that you’re making the right one.

“Wait, give me a second and I’ll be right behind you. Grab the keys.”

You aren’t surprised that he listens to your words, healing his movements as you open your own car door and exit the vehicle, arms continuing to curl around yourself, though this time the reason for doing so is because of the cold.

Techno notes that, already shedding the muddled brown cardigan he had been wearing moments before as he snatches the keys from the ignition. The car door shuts behind him with a slam, keys in one hand and sweater in the other.

He meets up with you around the hood of the car, passing you the sweater with pleading eyes, hoping that you’ll take it without argument. You do, and both you and him are grateful for that for your own reasons that don’t need entertaining at this time.

As the two of you cross the short distance from Techno’s car to the store’s front, his lips part in awe. He… he never expected you to come along with him. He thought you would have stayed in the car if anything, maybe turning on the heater and radio in wait for him, or possibly screaming into the void about how utterly stupid he is.

Or, hell- maybe you’d drive off and leave him where he stood.

But no, instead, you’re walking inside the bakery with him, your strides matching his as the two of you go up and down each aisle, inspecting the different loaves of bread and treats that the establishment offers.

Techno has a quaint brown basket in his hold at this point in time, one which he grabbed by the door the second he walked in. That minor aspect was something he rather enjoyed about the store, the small, stupid detail bringing a smile to his face- yours too, it seemed.

Even with this soft, barely noticeable grin on his face, you notice the way his hands are curled tightly around the handle once more. It’s an anxiety thing, that much you can tell. But you notice, of course you do, so as an attempt to ease the anxieties of the man you love, you softly curl your palm around the back of his.

It’s an attempt not only to soothe him, but to also try and ease this tension that’s been forming between the two of you.

Are you stupid for trying to comfort him after he ditched you and made you look like an idiot? Absolutely. But would you rather have him anxious and worried that he’s in worse than he thinks he is as opposed to him calm and ready to talk through it with a level head? Absolutely not.

He noticeably relaxes from your little gesture, his shoulders slumping a little as he casts his gaze at you. His eyes hold a silent “thank you” within them, and all you can do to respond is nod. He gets the message, bringing your hand atop of his up to his lips as he presses a gentle kiss to the back of it.

He’s got you wrapped around his finger even if he doesn’t know it.

A soft, breathy laugh passes through your lips at the affection, your eyes breaking away from him and instead toward the baked goods around you as you both walk up and down the mini-aisles within the confines of the store. Soft jazz plays over the speakers, perhaps Billie Holiday , and it only romanticizes the scene further.

Techno’s not necessarily looking for anything in particular while he’s here. He planned to just come in and buy you something sweet and hopefully that would somehow resolve his issues. But, watching your eyes linger on every item within the store, small oohs and aahs sounding from you every few seconds, he realizes that was a sh*tty plan to begin with.

As the two of you near the front of the store, a glass barrier displaying all the freshly cooked sweets under the countertops, you stop in your tracks and watch as one worker places a freshly baked batch of cinnamon rolls onto a rack.

Your sudden halt brings Techno to a stop beside you, his eyes moving their way up to your face, and then soon after following your gaze to the treat that was making the bakery smell sweeter than it already had.

It’s in that moment that Techno knows exactly what he’s getting.

Techno isn’t standing entirely beside you, per se, but rather a little bit behind you as your body has turned toward the cinnamon rolls ahead. So, with his hand at the dip of your back, he pressed you to move closer to the cash register, his head finding a home next to yours as he meets the eyes of the cash register.

The transaction moves quickly, the worker quickly putting four or so cinnamon rolls into a small box for the two of you to take. Though you are in no way focused on that part of anything. No, rather your attention lingers on the way his warm breaths fans down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You focus on the way his body presses into your back, the heat of him seeping through your clothes in a way that makes you shiver.

It’s only when he squeezes his hand around your own, tugging you softly towards the exit that you’re snapped out of this trance he’s put you in.

D*mn him.

But you get the notion quickly, following behind him as the smell of the cinnamon rolls follows you out the door and through the parking lot. There’s a silence between you two, but this time it’s in no way as awkward as it had been merely 15 minutes ago.

As you’re getting into the car, shutting the door softly behind you, you notice that Techno doesn’t open his trunk or stick the treats in the back seat of his car. Instead, he steps into the car head-first with the treats following after, placing the thin cardboard box onto this lap as he settles in, shutting the door behind him.

You watch as he opens up the box carefully, taking one roll out and hiding it to you. There are no napkins available, so the sticky coating of the treat travels from his hand to yours as you accept it, taking a bite the second the treat is in your grasp.

He follows your actions soon after, taking one for himself and taking a bite out of it. It’s the first thing he’s had to eat all day, so he tries his best not to eat like a starved man (even if that’s exactly what he does the second the flavours hit his tongue).

The two of you eat in a comfortable silence, the cinnamony-sweet taste from the rolls settling and melting on to your tongues. It’s… gods, there aren’t words in the English language that can fully depict how good the treat tastes on his tongue right now.

Though, however good it may be, there’ll always be one taste that stands above the rest as his favorite,

The muddled silence shared between the two of you speaks a thousand words. The soft chewing, the sounds of dough tearing away from each other, the rustling of clothes against the seat- all of it.

Techno’s no good with his words, both of you know that. It’s not a bad thing, of course, as he expressed his feelings and emotions in other ways, but the fact is still important to note upon. Nonetheless, him going out of his way to buy you a treat as a sh*tty way to make up for forgetting about tonight is… well, a horrible way to make up for the situation. Though with Technoblade? You understand that these actions of his express the way he feels better than words ever could.

Between bites, though, he does make the effort to apologize to you verbally. He can’t meet your eyes while doing so, and while others might take that action as a way to say that he doesn’t actually mean his words, you as his partner know that it’s the only way he can put together his thoughts in a coherent manner as to stop them from crumbling beneath him.

Even if he never meets your gaze during his little speech, you keep your eyes entirely focused on him, your sticky fingers as a result of the icing dripping down them long forgotten and stored in the back of your mind for later reference.

It’s only when his mouth closes for good that he actually turns his head, deep red eyes meeting yours. Though you could never understand it, there’s this way his breath audibly catches when he meets your eyes. They’re so full of… emotion, in a way that he can only describe as a love-struck gaze that makes his heart skip a few beats, a dopey smile forming on his lips.

Every part about you, every little thing that makes up who you are - he can see all the love and understanding and compassion that follows them when you look at him. The way your smile reaches your eyes, the way the colors in your eyes mix in a way he’s never seen before, pupils blown wide and visible to him. Just-every single thing about you leaves him at a loss for words.

He loves it.

You take Techno’s face in your hands, sticking fingers pressing up against his cheeks as you take hold of him and guide his lips to yours. The kiss is so sweet, so soft and full of love that he can’t help but slump against your hold, fingers finding themselves at your waist as he ever so slowly drags you impossibly closer to him.

F*ck, the two of you would stay like this forever if you could, your lips pressed against each other in kisses that leave you both light-headed and dizzy.

But alas, air is something that the body can only go so long without. So, as your lips part from Techno’s, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you, he presses his forehead into yours with a guttural humm following after it.

He loves you; he loves you; he loves you; he loves you. Gods above, the things he would do for you- to you, if you so asked. He’s wrapped around your finger and gods, he’d be a fool to ever try to leave that.

So, as your softly whisper against his skin, telling him that you’re grateful he made an effort to make it up to you, but you still are quite a bit upset about the whole thing- you tell him that you’re willing to put the situation behind the both of you so long as he made it up the right way in the future.

He knows that he has work to put in to better himself and your relationship, but as he presses tender and fervent kisses against your lips and skin, he takes a deep breath to give you a proclamation that leaves a lovesick grin plastered onto your face with your mind in a haze that make you euphoric:

“I know that I have work to do, I know that I need to get better at- well, a lot of things. But thank you, thank you, thank you for forgiving me this once. I promise to you, darling, that I’ll take a thousand years and then some to make it up to you if that’s what it takes. My heart is yours, and in your care it shall stay.”

Pairing:Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Talking to animals is easy, especially when you can actually understand them. But talking to Dream? That’s a whole other challenge unto itself.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: inspired by dream being a disney princess with like 85 dolphins during the 4v1 manhunt finale :D i hope you all enjoy! i had fun writing this <3

Balancing the bag in your arms carefully, you peeked over the top to see the animal pen drawing nearer and nearer. Your eyes lit up at the sight, and you picked up the pace a fraction or two as you made your way over. Already, you could see the pigs sniffing at the air, their snouts turned toward you expectantly.

“Good morning, guys!” you greeted, coming to a stop just outside the pen. Heaving the bag into one of your arms, you used the other to reach inside. “I brought some snacks for you all.”

The pig closest to you—Darwin, you remembered vaguely—snorted at you. To anyone else, they would have heard just that: a simple snort. But the tone that reached your ears was anything but simple.

“Finally! We’ve been starving!”

Giving him a lopsided smile, you pulled out a carrot from your bag, reaching down to let him bite on. “Don’t you guys have all this grass to eat?”

As Darwin snapped his mouth shut around the carrot, he managed to warble out, “Yes, but quality over quantity, and grass gets boring after eating it for basically ever.”

You gave him a deadpan look, shoving another carrot towards another pig—this one was Rita. “That doesn’t negate the fact that I literally fed you guys yesterday,” you pointed out with a blank stare.

From the back of the pen, you watched as one of the cows rose up to rest its front legs on the side of the wood, grunting out at you. “That was yesterday,” said Pedro, “and this is today.” He let his jaw fall open and waiting. “Now, feed me.”

You giggled, dumping the rest of the carrots in front of the pigs to let them fight amongst themselves. “So demanding,” you joked as you stepped to the side.

Moving over toward the cows, you held out a few carefully tied bundles of wheat, shaking them in front of them. “I hope you guys will settle for wheat.”

Pedro didn’t even look up, his eyes still glued to the wheat you were holding up. “Do you even have to ask?”

With a laugh, you set it on the ground in front of him, watching with amusement as the horde moved in to engulf the pile of wheat entirely. Just a moment later, you felt a nudge at the back of your arm, and you turned to see a pair of horses eyeing you expectantly. You grinned at the sight, turning the bag upside down in your arms.

“And for you two,” you hummed, watching gravity naturally empty the bag onto their feeding tray, “I’ve got some apples.”

The white speckled horse standing to your left—appropriately named Snowflake—let out an appreciative whinny, ducking her head down to devour an apple. “Bless your soul, [Y/N],” she sighed in bliss. “Bless you.”

Smiling, you folded the paper bag onto itself and slipped it back into your pocket, leaning against the wooden fence with a hum. “Just try not to throw me off anytime soon,” you said with a teasing look, “and I’ll bring you as many as you’d like.”

“Are you talking to the horses?”

You jumped at the sound of a new voice—at the sound of hisvoice.Oh my god.

Of all the people you thought would possibly stumble upon you like this, he was definitely the last person who came to mind.

Whirling around, you felt your hands curl up into fists at your side, your heart leaping into your throat as you laid eyes on the man standing before you. His mask had been tucked off to the side of his head, leaving his freckled face free and open to the bright sunshine above.

“O-Oh, I, um, erm…” you stammered, your tongue stumbling all over itself. “Hi, Dream! I-I was just, uh—”

You could hear Snowflake snicker behind you, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you finally managed to sputter, “What are you doing here?”

The smile he flashed you was more dazzling than the sun, and you resisted the urge to sigh dreamily. “Oh, just taking a morning stroll.” His emerald eyes flashed. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” He gestured to the animal pen behind you. “Were you really just talking to them, or have I gone crazy?”

You felt your mouth go dry, your mind absolutely scrambling for words to form a coherent sentence. Behind you, you caught a glimpse of Darwin pressing his snout forward between the gaps of the fence.

“Is this the guy you like? What’s so special about him?” He tilted his head, then dug at the ground with a triumphant puff. “He’s got nothing on me.”

Before you could stop yourself, you turned, shooting a glare at him. “Sh-Shut up!”

Just a step ahead of you, Dream gasped, his eyes brightening with fascination. “You are talking to the animals!” He shuffled closer toward you. “Can you really understand them?”

Your breath caught in your lungs at his proximity, and you fidgeted as you spoke. “I, um, yeah.” When there was a beat of silence, you wilted under his gaze. “Sorry, I must sound cuckoo.”

His lips were parted in awe, and he shook his head at you. “No, no, I’m just so intrigued. Why did you never tell me?”

You lowered your gaze to your hands, fiddling with your thumbs. “I guess I… just didn’t want anyone to think I seemed crazy, or something.” Your voice grew quiet. “You probably don’t even believe me.”

Just then, you felt a hand settle on the curve of your shoulder. You nearly jumped right out of your skin, and you looked up to see Dream’s face just a few inches from yours. You wanted to melt into the floor.

He’s so close.

“I believe you,” he said softly, honestly lacing his every syllable. “You wouldn’t lie to me. That’s not like you.” His lips twitched up into a small smile, and you felt him squeeze your shoulder ever so gently. “Am I the only one who knows?”

You swallowed, then nodded your head, half-feeling like it would fall right off if you shook it too hard. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from his. “I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret—I guess it just sort of happened. I don’t really remember how this happened, either. I think I was just born with it? I’ve always been able to understand them.”

A part of you wanted to berate yourself for rambling, but you didn’t get the chance to think about it for a second longer before Dream was suddenly grabbing both of your shoulders, practically pressing himself up to you. Your face was aflame in a burst of dizzying affection and bashful warmth, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks obliviously.

Too close!

“That—that’s so cool!” he said, his eyes scanning your face with wonder. A moment later, he stepped back, releasing your shoulders. You missed his touch immediately, and you wanted to lean back into his warmth.

“We have to talk to every animal, now,” he sighed, almost bouncing up and down where he stood with excitement. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face at the sight. Suddenly he turned, cocking his head at you with a pensive, almost shy look.

“Well, I mean, you can talk to them all if you want, but is it okay if I tag along? I’m just…” He shook his head to himself again, his smile never once faltering. “You’re just so amazing.”

Your heartbeat was practically rattling your rib cage at this point—who gave him the right to be so… so nice?Sopretty?Soperfect? Fumbling to respond, you sent him the best smile you could muster up.

“S-Sure! I don’t think they’d mind.” You glanced over at the animal pen. “Would you guys?”

Rita cocked her head, then let out a snort of approval. “Sure, he’s okay. Besides, you’ve got the hots for him, right?” Something in her beady little eyes gleamed with mischief. “Show off a little, yeah?”

You gaped at her, your brain short-circuiting on the spot. Rita!you internally chided.

At your side, Dream blinked at you curiously. “Well,” he said, “what’d they say?”

Squeaking, you flipped around to look at him, feeling your insides flutter with butterflies as your heart melted.

“Yes,” you breathed, “you can tag along.”

The sheer brightness of his smile made you wonder if maybe it would be better if you had said no.

“Hey there, little guy.”

The puppy in Dream’s arms—his name was Cole—was panting like he had just run three miles, rolling over into his warm touch. His tongue flicked over his wet, black nose as he barked once, twice at you.

“Oh! He’s so tall! And he’s good at giving ear scratches.” Whimpering, he nuzzled into Dream’s eager touch. “Oooh, yes. That’s the spot.” Lifting his head, he turned to look at you and barked once, his pale, glimmering eyes flickering with joy. “[Y/N], bring him around more often. This guy rocks.”

You giggled, brushing some stray dirt off the front of your pants. “I’ll try my best.”

Dream glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your mouth before dragging over your face. “What’d he just say?”

Bending down, you reached a hand out to poke at Cole’s cheek, not missing the way he yapped at your touch. “He says that I should bring you around more often because you’re good at giving scratches.”

“Don’t forget about the part where I said he rocks!” Cole suddenly yelped, his tail wagging aggressively against Dream’s thigh. “Because he does.”

Your face flushed at that, and you turned your gaze to the grass beneath your feet. “And also that you, um—you rock.”

A smile tugged at Dream’s lips, and he let out a chuckle that seemed all too boyish for a man of his stature. “Aw, really?” he crooned, scratching the pup a little more. “That’s too kind.”

You snuck a peek at him, feeling your heart sing a sweet melody in your chest. “Well,” you murmured, “it is what he said.”

You watched with awe as his features softened into something so tender, so warm that it made your lungs expand just to make room for the affection blooming in your chest. To think it had been well over a few months since Dream had discovered your little power, and he was still as kind as ever. Every morning, he would join you on your way to feed the animals, and from time to time, he would ask you to accompany him while chatting with them.

You, of course, could never say no to him, so here you were, all this time later and still absolutely head over heels for him.

“Thank you, buddy,” he hummed, giving Cole one last ruffle behind his ears before getting to his feet. “We’re gonna go now, but I’ll come back soon.”

Getting back onto his four paws, Cole shook out his fur once, then barked at him with a wag. “Bye! You’re the best!” He turned to look at you. “And give him a kiss for me, [Y/N].”

Your jaw dropped open, and you almost tripped over your foot as you straightened. “I-I most certainly will not!” you shouted.

Dream blinked at you, confusion furrowing his brow. “Huh?”

You squeaked, turning away from him with a dismissive wave. “He—he just says bye back!” you said, praying he would ignore the crack in your voice.

Instead, he cocked a brow at you, looking all the more intrigued. “And what about the thing you won’t do?”

You tore your gaze away from him, dragging a line in the dirt with the sole of your shoe. “I-It’s nothing,” you fibbed. “Ignore him.”

He gave you an amused look, then chuckled, trailing after you. “Okay, okay,” he relented. “Where to next?”

You paused, tapping at your chin with a thoughtful expression. “Mm, have you ever talked to a fox?” you said after a moment.

He grinned. “I mean, I’ve personally never talked to any animals, but no.”

You laughed at his half-joke, waving over your shoulder for him to follow you. “Well, I know one you might like. C’mon!”

As you began striding forward, making your way down the wood plank path, you paused when you didn’t hear footsteps following you. Turning, you looked behind you only to freeze at the sight of Dream’s eyes glued to you, his gaze gleaming with a mixture of awe and wonder.

“You know,” he said, suddenly sounding breathless, “I really appreciate that you’re doing this for me. You didn’t have to, you know?”

Your heart picked up a beat inside you, and you swallowed the rhythm threatening to burst out of your chest. “I wanted to,” you said honestly. “I’m just glad that…” You smiled. “That you’re having fun.”

You didn’t catch the way his cheeks flushed a royal, rosy hue, his eyes still focused on the tender look on your face. With his lips curling up into a fond smile, he took a step closer toward you.

“See, that’s what I love about you. You’re so genuinely kind, and you never even hesitate about it. It’s almost like second-nature to you.”

Reaching over, he gently bumped his arm into yours, and you felt a spark rush into your skin at the gesture. “Have some more pride in yourself, okay?” he chided, grinning at you. “It’s people like you who make this world a brighter place.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, not trusting yourself to speak. “I—“

Your tongue felt like jelly in your mouth, and you did your best to say a word coherently.

“I—okay.” You could swear you were trembling from head-to-toe. “I’ll try my best.”

He flashed you another one of those blinding grins of his, then breezed past you, resting his hands on his hips.

“Good. That’s a start. Now,” he said, glancing back at you with the sun framing his face, “where were you taking me, again?”

Pushing down the fizzy feeling rising up in your chest, you rushed after him, pointing at a forest in the distance. Although you had a destination in mind, you knew that deep down, you wouldn’t mind going anywhere, so long as it was with him.

“You know, you should totally just confess to Dream.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you shot Pedro a glare from where you were sitting on a wood block next to the pen. Already, you could feel your heart start to run rampant at the mere mention of his name. Setting down your handful of wheat, you scoffed.

“What? Are you kidding me? No way!”

Darwin flopped over onto his stomach, digging his snout against the ground as he let out a long, drawn out snort. “You totally should. Watching this is just painful. We all think so.”

You grumbled, digging your heels into the ground as your lungs squeezed a fraction tighter. “Well, you don’t have to watch if it’s so terrible.”

Snowflake leaned her head down to whinny next to you. “He follows you everywhere. It’s impossible to not watch.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned away, shifting back on the wooden block. “I’m still not doing it.”

“He’s cute,” Rita said.

Your ears burned. “I know that.”

“You like him,” Pedro added.

You curled your hands into tight fists. “I know that, too.”

Darwin rolled over in the pen. “Dare I say you might even love hi—”

“Iknowthat!”

Immediately, the animal pen fell silent, and you were burying your face in your hands, the crack of your shout still echoing through the air. Your blood was absolutely rushing through your ears now, and all you could focus on was the shaky, uneven breaths escaping your mouth.

“I know, I know, I know,” you choked out, your head spinning with an overwhelming cyclone of emotions. “But even then, I’m not gonna tell Dream!”

“You’re not gonna tell me what?”

Your eyes shot open, and you flung your head up to see Dream standing over you just a step behind your seat, his upside down face greeting you with an inquisitive look. Before you knew it, you were gasping and leaning backwards, losing your balance.

“Oh my g—ahh!”

In a whirl, you toppled backwards, your legs kicking out in front of you, but suddenly, a pair of hands settled on your arms. Gently nudging you forward once more, you inhaled sharply as electricity ran along your body as you came to a steady stop, sitting upright with Dream’s soft touch holding you in place.

“Woah, there,” he breathed over you, his eyes landing on your panicked ones. “You okay?”

Your gaze darted across his face, only briefly landing on his lips for a moment before shooting to the sky above his head. “Yeah, it’s…” You swallowed thickly. “It’s nothing at all!”

He raised a brow, his hands still firm against your arms. “I wouldn’t exactly call that nothing.” Letting go of you for a second, he walked around you until he was at your side, crouching down to be level with your face. “What’s up?” he asked gently.

Being eye-to-eye with him like this was too much for your head, and you could feel your feet jittering in your shoes. “I, uh, I—I just wanted to tell you that… that your hair always looks really soft!” Your voice came out in a hurried, messy rush, but you nodded like you meant it, anyways. “Th-That’s all!”

Just behind the oak fence, Rita bellowed with laughter—or whatever a pig’s laughter sounded like. “You are such a liar!” she snorted, leaning against the wood with gleaming eyes. “The biggest liar!”

At her side, you caught a glimpse of Snowflake’s snicker, and you glowered at them. “Guys! Stop that!”

Dream’s bewilderment only grew. “What’s with that reaction?” he muttered. Then, his eyes widened. “Don’t tell me… are you lying to me?”

You stiffened, refusing to meet his gaze. “N-No.”

He shoved his face closer to you, his nose only a few inches away from your cheek. “No?” he responded cheekily.

You did your best not to squirm. “N—Not at all!”

“Just tell him how you feel!” Darwin whined, acting as loud and abrasive as he was wont to be.

Pedro nodded, chewing on a mouthful of wheat. “Don’t be such a coward!” After a slight pause, he chuckled. “Get it? Cow-ard?”

You groaned again and felt your face practically burst into flames. “Lay off me, guys!”

Beside you, Dream was quiet, an almost solemn look settling on his features. “[Y/N],” he murmured, speaking your name like it was the most precious thing in the world, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

You peeked over at him, letting your gaze meet for a brief, fleeting moment. His eyes really did look like emeralds. Gulping, you held his stare.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

His mouth twitched the slightest bit at that. Rising to his feet, he stretched his hand out toward you.

“Here,” he said, “come with me.” After a second, he glanced over his shoulder at the pen and added, “And please, can you all just leave us alone for a bit? Pretty please?”

Snowflake blinked at him once, then gave him a disparaging whinny.“Fine.”

His eyes immediately darted to hours, and you translated for him with lightning speed. “They agreed.”

He grinned, gesturing to his hand once more. “Perfect. Let’s go.”

With a timid touch, you let your hand slip into his as he tugged you to his feet, still not used to the soft hold of his fingers around your skin. You expected him to let go of you, but to your surprise, he simply held on as he led you away from the pen and toward a small alcove in the nearby mountain wall. As soon as he stopped walking, he whirled to face you.

“Alright, tell me what’s up. Clearly something’s bothering you, and I want to know what’s going on.” His face flickered with a shadow of a frown, and his hand squeezed yours. “It makes me sad to see you like this.”

You wanted to look away and hide from the intensity of his gaze, but the longer you looked at him, the more you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not with the way he was looking at you, at least. Your heart beat like a thousand drums in your chest, and it took everything inside of you to suck in a simple, single breath.

“I… promise you won’t laugh at me?” you asked quietly. “Or run away or something?”

He blinked, then shook his head. “From you? Never.” His lips curled up into a crooked grin. “I guess you could say I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The groan escaped you before you could even think about it. His hand thrummed with life in yours, and you sighed, “That was a terrible pun.”

He laughed, his chuckle rumbling throughout his chest. “You love me for it.”

You soaked in the sound of his laughter, traced your gaze over the soft crescent moons of his eyes when he smiled and the scattered freckles on his cheeks. Not once did you take your eyes off his. After all, you were always looking at him, and this time would be no different.

“I do,” you whispered.

He paused, his laughter coming to a halt. “What?”

You swallowed, letting the words spill from your lips like an unbidden waterfall beating at stone. “I do,” you said, again. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

His fingers twitched against yours, and a part of you wondered why he was still holding on—why he hadn’t let go yet. But in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything but the light shining from the very depths of your soul onto his features.

“I love you, Dream.” You paused, then tacked on in a hush of a whisper, “Really.”

You watched with bated breath as his eyes grew wide and his hand squeezed yours even tighter than before. You felt your mouth open, pushing more words to the surface as your brain went into overdrive.

“And I know that’s scary, because the way I feel about you is more than just liking someone, which is crazy, I know, and I totally get if you don’t feel the same wa—”

It happened in an instant.

In one second, you were rambling a flurry of anxiety, thoughts, and fears, all of them bursting forth at once.

In the next, Dream’s lips were pressed to yours, and you felt fireworks.

Sparks burst forth from the pit of your stomach, joy unfurling in your chest as you let your eyelids flutter shut, melding into the softness of his touch. You felt his other hand reach up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking the curve of your cheekbone. You shivered at the tenderness of it all, and you could have sworn you felt him smile against your mouth. A moment later, you parted, gasping for air as you took in the sight of his pink cheeks and adoring gaze.

“Sorry,” he panted as he shot you a lopsided smile, “was that too forward of me?”

Your tongue swiped over your lips, and you caught the way his eyes followed the movement. More, your heart cried, and so you opened your mouth once more.

“Again?” you whispered. “Please?”

He chuckled, then dove right back toward you, his mouth meeting yours once more. He tasted like sunshine on your tongue, the softness of his lips practically drowning you in him, him, him. He smelled like a deep, woody pine that made you want to stay wrapped up in his arms. Your hand squeezed his again, and you felt your insides expand with a melody sweeter than a skylark’s song.

I love you, I love you.

This time when Dream parted from you, he didn’t move too far, only going so far as to rest his forehead against yours and smile.

“I think that makes it pretty clear how I feel about you,” he breathed.

You couldn’t stop smiling, and you knew you must look like a lovestruck fool right now, but you could hardly bring yourself to care. How could you, when he was here with you?

“Will—will you please say it, anyways?” you asked with a glimmer in your eye. “Just so then I know I’m understanding you correctly?”

He let out a puff laughter, the breath fanning over your face. “You can understand animals just fine but you’re stumped by this?”

You reached a hand, tentatively holding his face in your palm. “Animals are easy to figure out. You?” You smiled. “Not so much.”

He nuzzled his cheek into your palm, letting his lips brush a simple kiss over your fingertips. “Well, alright then. But just for you.”

You both closed your eyes, basking in the quietness for a moment longer until he murmured four little words that lit your whole world up.

“I love you, too.”

Light danced along every vein in your body, seeping into every nook and cranny of your heart as your fingers moved to sink into his soft, golden locks. Nothing could ruin this moment, you thought wistfully. Nothing at all.

Then came a loud, braying bark.

“Finally! You did it! Thank god!”

You whipped around with Dream at your side, eyes wide with shock to see Cole yipping at the two of you. His tail wagged behind him faster than you’d ever seen it before, and in a flash, he was dashing off into the distance. Embarrassment washed over your face, and you let out a whine.

“Oh my god. Dream, he is totally gonna snitch to everyone else.”

He lifted his brows in a look that almost came across as accepting, his thumb brushing over your knuckles where your fingers were still intertwined. “Well,” he hummed with a joking tone, “at least I’m not gonna be the one who’ll get teased about it.”

You gasped in mock offence, playfully whacking his arm. “You’re so mean!”

He chuckled, tapping his foot against the ground. “I’m kidding. We’ll deal with it together.”

Above you, you heard a bird chirp in the distance, no doubt spreading word of the news to every animal you knew. Despite the hordes of questions you knew you were bound to get asked, you let yourself simply lean over to rest your head against his shoulder, your side latching onto his.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “you’re stuck with me now.”

Dream’s face flooded with nothing but warm, wholehearted, and unadulterated affection for you. Turning his head, he let his lips press against the crown of your head, and you sighed, caught in a dreamlike haze.

“I sure am, and I don’t intend on going anywhere.”

One Year Anniversary Special

Dream Smp Headcanons: Where they like to leave their marks

Featured Characters: Dream, Geroge, Sapnap, Technoblade, Phil, Wilbur, Fundy, Dream XD, Slimecicle, Quackity, and Foolish

Warnings: Suggestive themes and ideas

ART CREDITS:

@fridaydev-draws: George, Wilbur, Sapnap

@victory-is-here: Dream XD

@abovenyx: Quackity

More pictures to be added!

Dream:

• This man loves to leave marks all over your body, whenever possible
• Horniest of all of them no doubt.
• Only top energy here.
• You could come home from a hunt, peck his lips and the man will be on you like a fly on flypaper.
• This man won’t leave you alone until your body is painted in purple bruises
• Especially your neck
• He always starts tender, trailing kisses from your lips and cheeks down to the supple flesh of your neck.
• Slowly his hands move up the curves of your body, squeezing every curve that was there until they reached their intended destination.
• Your breasts obviously
• Once there that’s when he starts to focus on the supple skin on your neck.
• Dream was known for his sharper than average teeth, you didn’t know why, the man was as human as it comes.
• But he knew how to use them
• Dream would always pull the sweetest noises from you, little mewls and whines as you clung to him.
• He loved every minute of it.
• He is absolutely a sadist.
• Dream would work hard, focusing on making sure one spot was nice and purple before moving on to the next.
• He would pull away, blowing on the mark he left leaving you shivering and mewling for him.
• Dream needs the entire SMP to know your his, so they back the fuck off his girl.
• Although it’s not like you needed the marks, he never would let you travel alone.
• You’d show them off with pride, and of course a little embarrassment, Dream never let you cover them up.
• Unless of course, you begged him, another one of his favorite sounds of his.
• Although, you did like the fact that people feared your very presence, knowing that your boyfriend wasn’t far behind.

• He isn’t one for leaving many marks on your body.
• Feels bad, and doesn’t want to hurt you.
• Although that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to hurt him.
• That being said you’d be leaving the marks. Period.
• This man is a bottom.
• He would float around happy parading your marks on his skin, mostly on his neck but sometimes on his wrists where all his pulse points are.
• You liked feeling his heartbeat beneath your tongue as you lapped at the skin.
• George would always whine urging you to leave more marks on him, ones that were more visible, ones that were darker.
• He was a glutton for punishment.
• He knew that it riled you up every time he criticized them too.
• Grade A brat behvaior.
• If George was an animal he would be a cat, he was mischievous and cunning but always tried to act innocent.
• But even you couldn’t deny his brat behavior worked.
• It was a way to ensure he could show off the marks you left on him for days.
• George loved that you were so careful with him, and loved every inch of his body, and did a good job praising it.
• He loved to trail his nails down your back every time you made out and would cup your ass.
• Absolutely an ass man, no matter the shape or size, he just likes something to grab.
• George loves praise from, “you’re doing such a good job baby” to a simple “Good boy,” as your nails and fingers curled in his hair.
• In response he always whimpers and whines so sweetly, sending chills down your spine.
• He knows that that’s how he gets you to work harder,
• You love his sweet little mewls
• This man would beg for you to do unspeakable things to him and you would.
• No questions asked.

• Wants to leave as many marks as he can, but they wouldn’t be in the places you’d expect.
• I think it’s a universal idea that Sapnap is a switch.
• With that out of the way the place he likes to bite is:
• THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS
• He is a thigh man no I won’t take or accept criticism.
• Sapnap loves when you wear skirts for that reason, one innocent gust of wind and he could see your thighs.
• When you would show them off for him, he’d immediately jump you
• All with consent of course
• He would get all protective, even mad you wandered around the SMP flaunting your cute little body all over the SMP for anyone to see.
• It was all in jest, of course, your puppy of a lover was always respectful of what you wanted to wear.
• Especially because you had a few special outfits saved for him
• Sapnap would toss you up onto the bed, and spread your legs wide, tossing them over his shoulders.
• He’d praise you but also degrade you, a mix of both that made your stomach fill up with butterflies.
• It was a mix of ‘you’re so pretty darlin’ and then the immediate ‘you’re such a needy slut.’ (His southern accent slipping through the entire time)
• Sapnap’s stubble would brush against the plush skin on your thighs and you’d giggle loving that feeling.
• It was Sapnap’s favorite sound in the world.
• He pressed his lips to one thigh while his tail tightly wrapped around the other, which was also sure to leave bruises behind.
• He always got way too excited and would squeeze a little too roughly but you loved it.
• He licked his lips before starting with gentle nips with his sharp teeth, whines spilled from your mouth, and small mewls.
• Those sounds let Sapnap know you were ready for his marks, his biting would get rougher and would suck at the skin.
• Eventually, he’d leave you panting, as he pulled away to see the black and blue bruises he left on your thighs.
• He would reach down and gently blow and trace his work afterward causing you to needily whimper and squeeze his head between your thighs.
• Sapnap’s pupils would blow every time you did it, and he would be gone for the rest of the night.
• He would be keeping you all to himself.

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Technoblade:

• Technoblade was subtle with his marks.
• He felt like they were a private thing that really only needed to be shared between you and him.
• Even though Technoblade leaned towards being a top he wasn’t opposed to switching every now and again.
• He just loved seeing you so submissive under him too much to really change the dynamic
• But call him a good sweet boy and he’s putty in your hands
• It was in Technoblade’s nature to lean to be more possessive, it’s the piglin in him, the urge to mark you and show you off to others was always a strong yearning.
• The other thing that would determine how rough he was, was the voices.
• Sometimes they tended to be more possessive of you than other times
• Typically though Technoblade kept any marks he would make to your collarbone and the swell of breasts.
• There was never ‘gentle’ marking with Technoblade his tusks never allowed for the treatment.
• He would try, but he would always end up drawing at least a little bit of blood.
• Which would shamefully spur him (and the voices) on more.
• On some of those days, you would walk away from a session with a few dark marks on your neck that he’d beg you to cover the next day when he was in his right mind.
• You would, he had a reputation, but maybe you’d accidentally leave one uncovered…oops
• Technobalde wasn’t a sadist, far from it, he wanted to make sure his mate was comfortable and treated with the utmost respect.
• However, he knew you liked it on the rougher side and he would bend to your needs so long as you shared them.
• He grazes his tusks along your neckline and down to your collarbone, that along with his stubble makes you smile like an idiot.
• Technoblade would glance up and let out a little, fond huff pecking your lips.
• The small peck turned more intimate, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close.
• He chuckled deeply against your lips and pulled away, a little trail of spit connected your lips.
• “Bad girl.”
• Technoblade would tilt his head down and bit into the skin of your collarbone.
• You moaned loudly tossing your head back in delight.
• Purple bruises would litter your collarbone the next day, and the days following.

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Phil

• Phil was a father figure to many, so he couldn’t go around marking up your neck.
• He had a reputation to uphold as a father figure in the eyes of many of the children in the land of the SMP.
• Even if he was a daddy to you specifically.
• He didn’t usually like to leave marks on your skin in the first place,
• He had nothing to prove.
• Phil’s lived a thousand lifetimes he’s mature, not a teenager who felt the need to cover you in bite marks and bruises to ‘claim’ you like a possession.
• However, that changed when you both went to visit Foolish over in his desert kingdom, Phil accompanied you and was put off by the young immortal’s behavior.
• He was closer to your age, young and handsome and very handsy.
• It seemed the young immortal’s hands were always just hovering over your ass, just barely keeping himself in check.
• That Phil didn’t appreciate.
• He was put off the entire rest of the visit, wings puffed up defensively the entire walk back to the Tundra.
• It’s not like you didn’t notice his odd behavior, you just didn’t want to make his frustrations worse.
• But you soon came up with an idea as soon as he walked in the doors you shoved him down into his chair by the fireplace.
• Hands immediately massaging the place where his wings connected to his back.
• That drew out a long languid moan from his mouth immediately melting into your magic fingers.
• He continued to pant and make happy little sounds as you continued his wing massage, preening his soft feathers as you went.
• Feeling confident and cocky you leaned down and sucked your own mark into the nape of his neck.
• Phil sucked in a breath and in a single wing beat he scooped you up and dropped you onto your shared bed.
• Your laughter filled his stomach with warmth, flush spreading across his cheeks.
• Phil climbed on top of you pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
• “You’re in trouble now.” Phil smiled watching you shiver beneath him, “You want me to leave marks all over your little body?” He cooed speaking to you in a teasing tone, you nodded your head eagerly baring your neck to the bird of prey.
• He grinned wildly kissing your jawline tenderly, trailing his bites and kisses down your jaw and onto your neck.
• He left small, faint marks on the neck, light enough to cover them.
• They weren’t his main target after all.
• Phil’s hands popped open every single button on your shirt, just to gain access to your chest.
• That’s where he left his marks, on the swell of your breasts, in fact not just on the swell, all over them.
• That way they could always stay hidden.
• Just for his viewing pleasure alone, plus he could work his magic there, so you could come undone in the palm of his hand.

• There are many versions of Wilbur and through every iteration, one could say he’s been through the kink and sex ringer
• For example, L’manburg Wilbur was a switch, but Pogtopia Wilbur was a top, not willing to give up the control that Schlatt had stolen from him.
• Meanwhile, Ghostbur was a bottom all the way if one could even sleep with the ghostly man.
• Finally, revived Wilbur was once again a top, his switch preference was buried deep inside him unwilling to remerge.
• He buried anything that reminded him of Ghostbur and the previous versions of himself deep inside his chest
• That being said the fully revived man wouldn’t let you leave the house without wearing his marks.
• Much like his ‘savior’ and ‘hero’ Dream in that aspect
• Wilbur loved every part of your body, after not seeing you for so long the man would worship the flesh you lived in.
• No matter what
• As soon as Phil left their house, Wilbur would be all over you like a dog in heat.
• One hand cupping your breast the other cupping your ass as you were pushed up against the wall of his father’s home.
• Or alternatively the counter of the burger van.
• Wilbur loved when your fingers threaded through his curls and tugged on the locks desperately.
• The once dead man wasn’t loud, if he enjoyed what you did to him he’d growl and grunt deep in his throat.
• Almost anomalistically
• No shamefully loud moans from this man
• Wilbur wouldn’t rest until your entire body was littered with his marks, from the top of your neck to the bottom of your calves.
• And once he was satisfied with all the marks he left, (Which wasn’t often), he’d let you go unfinished.
• Leaving you wanting and yearning as you would wine for him to continue, shivering in your undergarments
• He’d chuckle, urging you to ask nicely his tone teasing but serious, asking you to beg.
• You would, you always would for him.
• Wilbur would relish the total control he had over you and your body.
• He loved you for allowing him to have it

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Fundy:

• The poor young fox hybrid would have no idea you’d ever want him to leave marks on your skin.
• He was sweet but oblivious, his love language was gift-giving.
• Fundy would always come back from his adventures a little wrapped gift in hand, it would always be something special and unique.
• Said he always got you a gift that reminded him of you
• A lot of the times it was a bag of very pretty rocks he collected from his journey and it made your heart swell
• Every time he was granted a kiss of thanks that made his tail thump and swish with delight.
• Fundy was so innocent when it came to the throws of romance.
• Only ever dating once before, a man named Dream apparently.
• After hearing that story Fundy had to restrain you from finding the green bastard and skinning him alive.
• It’s a fight you would lose and Fundy couldn’t risk that, even though he was flattered you’d fight that hard for his honor.
• You made sure to show that Fundy was truly loved and appreciated every chance you got, many times it included long makeout sessions where you had your sweet fox pinned beneath you.
• He would yip and whine against your lips, his clawed hands digging themselves into the plushness of your thighs.
• Your tongue would be inside his mouth and he would rut against you helplessly, you were just so intoxicating.
• In the heat of the moment, he’d ask you to mark his neck, and you responded only if he would mark yours in return.
• He flashed his fangs and nodded intensely, he took a sharp breath in as your own blunt teeth scraped against his neck.
• Fundy yipped as you bit down on the skin that was there, sucking and biting, leaving it red and swollen.
• It would soon fade to a blueish purple that the fox man would wear proudly the neck day.
• Some sick part of him wanted to visit Dream to show just how much he was wanted and loved now.
• He watched with puppy eyes as you sat back and bared your neck to him, the primal predator in him loved your submission.
• That part of Fundy wanted to tear into you and make you scream his name but he shook the thoughts away.
• You were too precious to ever tear into you.
• But he wasn’t a predator, he was gentle his mama raised him to be a proper gentleman before she had to leave.
• He purred softly resting his forehead against your own, he pulled away pressing a little kiss the top of your hairline.
• You hummed back and he nuzzled his nose against your neck, feeling the pulse of your heart jump against your skin.
• He opened his mouth, fangs glinting in the light as he latched onto your neck, you moaned so loud he pulled you impossibly closer to his body.
• He swore he could taste the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, he pulled away noticing he broke the skin.
• Fundy frowned lapping at the blood like a cat would a bowl of milk, you mewled testing from the pain and pleasure of his tongue against your wound.
• “You okay?”
• You hummed nodding eagerly peppering kisses against the side of his head.
• “I love you.” He spoke for the first time since he got left at the alter and he meant it.

• This man was a God who liked to keep humans as his little playthings, pets if you will.
• He’s a top, yes, but he also worships his pets like goddesses and gods, and you were his favorite.
• If you were pleased and satisfied the God was pleased and satisfied.
• DreamXD would keep you in the end dimension where he resides, the only other person in the entire SMP who knew of your existence was Foolish.
• Because now he was your lover’s pet now as well
• He would always gift you things from the mortal realm and loved to watch your expressions change as he explained what they were to you.
• Once he brought you back a hand-crafted collar, complete with a golden nameplate that read ‘DreamXD’ inside of it.
• You peppered his face in kisses when you received such a generous gift.
• Since XD had nothing to prove to anyone he didn’t mind giving marks or not giving marks, as stated before as long as his lover was happy he would be happy.
• That being said if you liked being marked up he would happily oblige.
• He liked to leave his marks under the collar, so they would be hidden from the rest of the world
• A little treasure only for his viewing pleasure.
• The collar would only come off when the two of you got intimate because at that moment DreamXD wanted to make it known that you both are equals in this exchange.
• If he did something you didn’t like there was no worry about backlash, he would stop instantaneously.
• Anything for you.
• When he would show you off around the end cities he always felt pride as the nameplate bounced against your collarbone, knowing there were marks underneath the gorgeous collar.

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Slimecicle

• …first of all bottom.
• I think we all knew that and will always know that
• Being intimate with a man who was made of slime was…interesting.
• To some, it might be a kink come to life but it was a lot harder than it seems
• Every time you kissed him you tasted slime, it wasn’t unpleasant but you did have to get used to it.
• Now you’re probably asking yourself how can he leave marks on your skin? He’s made of slime! He has no teeth.
• Trust me not a problem.
• It took a while, and a lot of teaching by demonstration but eventually he was so sure he could leave some type of mark on your skin.
• Who were you to break your sunshine boyfriend’s heart?
• So after one long night at the casino, you took Charlie to your room.
• You were frustrated with the number of men that hit on you, and your sweet Slime was oblivious that, that’s what they were doing.
• You pulled him close by the collar and planted your lips on his own, he moaned sweetly against your mouth.
• It seems like Quackity had experimented with Slime eating strawberries because that’s what he tasted like today as it was absorbed into his body.
• He pulled away jumping eagerly on his toes, hands holding onto the bare skin on your arms
• You were a playgirl bunny that gave out drinks on the casinos’ floor
• “Can I try to leave my marks? Please? I’ve been practicing with Quackity!”
• You blinked a few times, but didn’t question it, you gave him the okay and he gently sat you down in one of the plush chairs in your room.
• You watched in awe as Charlie opened his mouth and formed a little green tongue, how long could he do that?
• “Weady?” He asked sticking his tongue out at the same time, warmth pooled in your gut and you nodded eagerly.
• He pressed his lips to the nape of your neck, and you groaned feeling his tongue begin to roll the skin there.
• He sucked and kissed working his tongue like he’s been using it his entire life.
• He relished in your high-pitched whines and moans.
• Charlie nibbled lightly too, it almost felt like gums nibbling there, but the coolness of the slime made you whine once more.
• He moaned softly against your skin feeling your pulse against his lips.
• You felt the vibrations and tossed your head back in pleasure.
• “Did I do good?” He pulled away suddenly staring at your blissed-out expression and the reddish mark on your skin.
• “So good…” You slurred, “You deserve a reward.”
• The smile that appeared on Slime’s face was brighter than the sun as you pinned him onto the bed.

• This man was desperate after losing his fiancès he needed someone to care for him as a lover would.
• You were there, looking so pretty and warm, as you sang sweet songs in the bar of Las Nevadas.
• It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but one turned into two and two turned into three and now he needed you.
• You were a drug to him, addicting in all the right ways, and every time he tried to quit you he couldn’t bring himself to.
• You were so kind, and generous always helping Slime and the other employees in the casino and he felt his heart quiver every time you smiled at him.
• Before the duck hybrid knew it he’d caught feelings for you and it came out unromantically when you two were interlocked together.
• He wanted to die after the ‘I love you’ spilled from his lips.
• However, to his surprise, you said it back and kissed his lips tenderly, always so careful of his scar.
• He was ashamed to say he cried when you reciprocated his emotions.
• Ever since that night, you were his woman. No one in Las Nevadas fucked with you lest they face Quackity’s wrath.
• Your lover has been known to beat a man almost to death for touching your ass without consent.
• It was scary but you can’t recall a time you’ve ever been more turned on in your life.
• You clung to him afterward giving him a passionate kiss that he moaned against, nipping at your lips that were stained with ruby red lipstick.
• “Master bedroom. Now.” You panted and Quackity grinned, his gold tooth flashing in the light of the dance floor.
• “Anything for you Mamacita.” He purred picking you up bridal style leaving the bloodied man behind in favor of pleasuring you.
• He tossed you on the bed and you bounced on it the plush sheets already making you feel wonderful against your heated skin.
• He spread your legs wide and kneeled in between them, he slid his hand under you and began to massage and grope your ass.
• “Mine.”
• “Yours.”
• Quackity’s face lit up and began to trail kisses down your legs, biting and sucking at the skin, the feeling made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.
• He continued down your legs before flipping you over and he began to press kisses to the back of your neck.
• You let out a languid moan as he left his mark there, you arched into him as he reached around to grope at your breasts.
• Quackity worked on you until you couldn’t form proper sentences, too enthralled in the pleasure he was giving to you.
• The man has never felt prouder.

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Foolish:

• Foolish was akin to a puppy, always waiting and willing to learn something new about the world around him.
• More specifically the world of a mortal
• He loved you with his entire being and if it was one thing he knew little about it was the concept of true love.
• However, he was very eager to learn and please you in any way possible
• Definitely has a praise kink every time you express how proud you are of him he’d flush red and smile so wide you thought he tear his cheeks.
• Intimacy wasn’t a slow learning process, he picked up on it relatively fast
• He followed your praise and wines and learned the inner and outer workings of your body well.
• His teeth were sharp, every single one could draw blood if he wasn’t careful so he tried to keep makeout sessions to lips and tongue if he could help it.
• Preferring for you to take the lead so he wouldn’t make the mistake of hurting you
• Little did he know that’s exactly what you wanted him to do
• Your lips were interlocked and his nails traced gentle patterns on your hips, causing you to shiver involuntarily in his lap.
• He smiled, it was a boyish grin as you pulled away from his lips, a pout on your features that he ate up.
• Foolish leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head, he felt your hand trail down his body.
• “What’re you doing sunshine?”
• You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, fluttering your eyelashes oh, so, sweetly.
• He flushed across his nose and up to the tips of his ears
• You brought your hand up to cup his warm cheek, you trailed it down until your fingers rested upon his lips. You used your fingers to pry open his mouth and he stilled completely at your mercy.
• He felt you shove your fingers in his mouth, a smirk evident on your features, you began to poke and prod at his teeth.
• Foolish swallowed thickly and it seemed the movement caused your hand to slip and cut your fingers across his shark-like teeth.
• Blood trailed down your fingers in rivets and landed on his tongue, he slumped as he began to gently whine and suck on the appendages, cleaning them of all the blood.
• You hummed, murmuring praise that made Foolish’s head go all fuzzy.
• He whined when you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, eyes dazed and lust-filled
• “Bite me.” You commanded holding your hand up to your neck, trailing your fingers down the area you wanted him to bite.
• He choked on his spit but did just as you commanded, you tossed your head back in a quivering moan as he bit and sucked a mark right into your neck.
• When he eventually pulled away, it was bright red and swollen, not to mention big.
• It was like a wild animal attacked your neck
• He turned red and buried his head in his hands
• It’s okay you told him he was such a good boy.

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Thank you all so much for reading I can’t believe it’s officially been one year since Under the Floorboards. It’s amazing I came this far thank you all for taking the journey beside me. I can’t express how much your continued love and support mean to me. Thank you all my Lost Souls, have a very happy 2022. <3