#gnf x reader
Eye of the Beholder
Pairing:cc!Dream Team x plus-sized!Reader (Separately)
Tags:fluff, reader is chubby/plus-sized, affection, body positivity, cuddling, even more cuddling
Summary:
In which your boyfriend finds you beautiful, no matter what the world says.
Word Count: 222
Warnings: mentions of body dysmorphia
this is a requested work! i’m SO sorry this took so long to get out, i had a bunch of schoolwork :( nonetheless, enjoy reading!
Dream
- He treats you like a god no matter how you look!
- He would help you search for nice clothes if you’re having trouble finding them in your size. (sugar daddy dream /j)
- He literally never takes his hands off of you. It’s probably his natural instinct to protect you from the world because he just loves you that much.
- By the way, don’t bother trying to get out of his grip, he is notletting you go.
Sapnap
- Two words: bear hugs
- NO BECAUSE- when you cuddle it’s just perfect.
- And I hate to be unoriginal, but Sapnap isa thigh guy. Everyone says this, I know, but he would enjoy being able to lie down comfortably on your thighs!
- If there were times you felt embarrassed about your body, he would list everything he finds beautiful about you, whether it be about your physical appearance or your personality.
George
- He honestly doesn’t really care what you look like, he loves you so much either way!
- Heloveshow warm and comfy your hugs are, though. You’ve slept in so many mornings because he simply would not let you go.
- “No, don’t leave me, I want more cuddles :[” …who are you to say no?
- He’s extra clingy during the winter! Expect days where you’re just cuddled under the duvet, absorbing each other’s warmth.
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Trick-or-treat <3
Just a bunch of lil’ idea’s about spending halloween with mcyts :D
Happy halloween !! <3
Pairings: bench trio x reader (platonic), dreamteam x reader (platonic)
Pronouns: they/them
Genre: fluff :]
Summary: halloween with ur fav boys ^^
Warnings: mentions of jumpscares ? a few cuss words, one inappropriate joke
Bench trio
-omg Halloween would be so much fun
- c o s t u m e c o m p e t i t i o n
- First of all, you cant tell me Tommy wouldn’t get mighty competitive with costumes
- he still looks a lil’ dumb <3
- Ranboo comes in his own cosplay-
- Tubbo literally b e g s you to help him prank Ranboo
- So y'all go and hide some stupid pop up toy outside his door
- He doesn’t get scared
- Tubbo still finds it hilarious
- You guys all go trick-or-treating because who cares about age
- too old to go trick-or-treating? says who
- obviously not tubbo because he is very persistent on the idea of going trick-or-treating
- and so you guys all put on costumes with masks, just to try make sure nobody recognizes you, and go out door-to-door knocking, trying to hold in laughter at the reactions of the people inside expecting some small kid or young teenager and being faced with 6'6 ranboo.
- As soon as they shut the door you all burst out in fits of laughter
- you and ranboo take everyone else’s candy
- commence you two hiding in a tiny cupboard eating all the best candy you can find in your stash
- tommy and tubbo standing outside waiting for you guys to come out to scare you
- they succeed
-tbh the rest of halloween is spent just tryna prank eachother
- 10/10
- if instead of trick or treating you guys decide to stay in and watch horror movies
- i apologize for your ears
- tubbo on one end of the couch, laughing at all the scary scenes and making dumb jokes about it
- ranboo just tryna watch the movie
- Tommy screaming at literally everything
- its chaos
- but hey, it was probably one of your favorite nights of the year :]
Dream Team
- You guys didnt tell the fans.
- then you just randomly post some photos of you four in costumes and twitter FREAKS out
- step one to breaking the internet tbh
- you all go to dream and sapnaps house
-omg omg omg dream goes so over-the-top with it
- but in the best way possible
- he decorates the whole house
- makes a massive blanket fort surrounding his TV
- PATCHES
-patches gets put in a halloween costume but she HATES it so you eventually take it off after a few photos
- *insert dramatic queen patches acting like she just got murdered so you give her cuddles*
- george doesn’t care too much for halloween but seeing his friends all be so excited really puts him in the spirit.
- lets be real george probably wears an among us costume and thinks he’s the funniest man alive smh
- okay dream puts a lot of effort into his costume
- if you really wanted to, eveyone cosplays their dsmp! character
- this would make for the coolest photo shoot
- you and dream bake a whole bunch of really cool treats
- george and sapnap are probably goofing off somewhere annoying patches
- eventually you guys all go on a movie marathon
- watching all the classic slasher movies
- if you get scared easily get ready to be relentlessly teased by these boys
- except for sapnap
- sapnap is hiding his face through half the movie
- sapnap will hold your hand with the excuse of “you look scared” but everyone knows he is just doing it because he hates horror movies and needs comfort
- if you like horror movies you get two options
1. join in teasing sapnap
2. scold the others for being mean to poor lil sappy nappy </3
- literally so much fun
- tbh you guys dont even eat dinner, just snack on candy and the little sweets you and dream baked
- okay you guys would definitely carve pumpkins
- by the end of it pumpkin guts are everywhere
- sapnap probably raged somewhere along the way and now his poor pumpkin is very ugly </3
- george goes for something way too ambitious
- probably says he’s gonna draw dream
- makes it really ugly
- dream actually tries
- his is either a normal jack-o-lantern or its his smiley face
- gotta stay on brand
- honestly so much fun
-you guys probably dont sleep that night
- very tired the next day
- but overall worth it
The One That Got Away
*has a bunch of requests i could do*
*proceeds to write this instead*
pairings: georgenotfound x reader
pronouns: non used
genre: ansgt. just pure angst. im sad
summary: maybe in another lifetime it could’ve worked out
warnings: this is sad :( argument, breakup, slight dissociation also a pretty heated make out scene, mention of su*cide
Summer after high school when we first met
The sounds of cheering filled the air. You had finally graduated high school! You had worked so hard to make sure you got into the college you wanted and all your work was paying off with a high GPA.
“y/n”
Turning around, your eyes meet a pair that you recognized. It was a brunette boy from your biology and English class. You always found him very nice looking, and from what you had seen and heard he was a really good person and the few times you did speak to him he lived up to that.
“hey! George, right?”
He nodded his head and a small smile graced his face
“yeah that’s me! I just came to congratulate you”
Small talk filled the empty space between the two of you until he finally built up the courage to ask
“do you wanna go get lunch together sometime? or breakfast if that works better- or we could always do dinner but that’s probably not as good or if you want-”
“I would love to”
We’d make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
They say you only find one true love in your life. You finally found yours. You and George had been together for a year now and you couldn’t imagine it any different.
Now in the back of his beaten down car, you moved in a heated passion filled with pure love. Lips locked together, tongues memorizing every inch of each others mouths, gentle hands caressing your face, and the soft noises that occasionally slipped past your lips.
He pulled away only slightly to mumble soft “I love you”’s against your lips and you smiled against him. As you pulled away to look into his eyes, a suffocating warmth fills your heart. His head dipped into the crevise of your neck, gently kissing the skin before leaving soft purple marks against your collarbone.
And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos
Two years. It had been two years that you spent together.
“George I’m scared”
His soft hands reached for yours, sqeezing gently.
“its okay I’m right here. It doesn’t hurt I promise”
You had decided to let George get his tattoo first, purely because of how scared you were, but after seeing the excitement in his eyes you took a deep breath and smiled.
A sun and a moon. A small sun was now tattooed onto George’s wrist, and a moon on yours. He truly was your sun.
The moon needs the sun to shine.
But the sun is fine without the moon.
If only you had realized sooner.
Used to steal your parents’ liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about our future like we had a clue
“Hurry george!”
As hard as you tried to sound serious, you couldnt help but giggle as he attempted to climb onto the roof. Finally reaching the top, you handed him the stolen bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke. Reaching his hands down he helped you climb up next to him, the both of youre cheeks hurt from the giddy smiles on your faces, elated from the stupidity of the situation, but also from the pure love of being with each other.
Finally sitting next to the boy, you got to look out at the horizon. Beautiful shades of pinks and oranges filled the sky, as if an artist had come and painted it, knowing exactly how to make it look perfect. and so it was.
It was perfect.
Never planned that one day I’d be losing you
Hot tears streamed down your flushed cheeks
“I cant spend every day with you y/n!”
“George its been a week and you’ve barely said a word to me!”
Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. But it hurt, and as soon as you tried to tell him how you felt, all of his walls came up. Seeing him this defensive was so different. It was terrifying…
“I have a life outside of you why cant you realize that!”
“All I want is for you to at least try include me! Since you started streaming its like I’m nothing anymore! Why cant you just fit me into your life…”
Your voice faded into a whisper
“i just want to know i mean something to you still”
In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say you were
The one that got away
The one that got away
“we’re forever right George?”
“forever”
Though you were both drunk out of your minds, you sat across from your lover, hands on the sides of his face which was filled with nothing but adoration.
“I promise”
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Dancing around the kitchen to old Johnny cash songs, George’s eyes filled to the brim with fondness for the person dancing around, begging him to join. So he did. And so you spent god knows how long dancing and laughing to the songs that filled the room.
Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on
“okay you can open them”
your eyelids softly fluttered open, to see your lover standing nervously with a record in his hand. A Johnny cash record. He knew you had an old record player that your mother had gifted you when you were in your high school years. A tenderness pulled at your heart as you smashed your lips into his.
now those records sit in the corner of you room, haunting you with the memories that plagued your mind every night.
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
you tried everything to get rid of the thought of him, but it was like you could never escape it.
“hey y/n right?”
“yeah?”
A stranger stood in front of you. A look of pity on the young women’s face. You seemed to be getting a lot of those.
“you uh… you’re George ex right”
It felt like a stab through the heart. It felt like maybe it wasn’t true, but now hearing someone say it straight to your face. It hurt. You knew it would but perhaps that just made it worse.
“y-yeah I am”
“oh… I work at the tattoo parlor down the road”
The one you and George got your tattoos at.
“well I saw him come in today to get the tattoo removed… I’m so sorry…”
Oh.
He really had moved on, huh.
Little did you know, George spent long nights staring at the tattoo on his wrist.
It felt like it was mocking him.
He just wanted to be able to forget you.
That’s what was best, right.
And so he got rid of anything that had any memories of you attached. He even got new sheets because if he focused enough he could still smell your perfume. Or perhaps that was just his mind holding on to the sweet smell, fooling him into a false sense of you still laying next to him, sharing soft kisses and sweet whispers.
Saw you downtown singing the blues
It’s time to face the music, I’m no longer your muse
A familiar voice chimed through the air. Turning around, you blocked out the sounds of your friends and your eyes caught onto the man who you had been trying so hard to move on from. He was singing a soft melody, a soft smile on his face.
He looked…
Happy.
All this money can’t buy me a time machine, no
Can’t replace you with a million rings, no
You were left with nothing. Even if you had more money than you ever had, even if your friends bought you supposed “early birthday” presents, that you knew were purely bought out of pity, nothing filled the emptiness that plagued you. It hollowed you out and and drained all of your energy. It taunted you and you saw his face in every stranger, heard his voice in every song.
Some days you would wake up smiling, your mind tricking you into thinking he was right there next to you. His skin against yours, his voice whispering sweet nothing into your ears.
I should’ve told you what you meant to me
‘Cause now I pay the price
“I cant do this”
Those four words. They ripped your chest open and pushed all the air out of your lungs.
“okay”
That’s all you could say. No other words could form on your tongue. You wanted to scream and yell and tell him how much you love him. How much you need him. But you couldn’t.
“goodbye y/n”
His voice drenched with pain, but still he gave you a soft smile. That stupid. stupid. smile.
As soon as he stepped outside, you fell to your knee’s, not caring about the bruises that would most definitely form later. Why couldn’t you run outside and beg him too stay.
Outside the front door, George fell apart. Why did he have to do this. He still loved you but he was scared. He was so scared. He did this to stop you from hurting but all he did was hurt you more. The look of agony framing your perfect face tormented him and still does to this day.
In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say you were
The one that got away
The one that got away
In the end, no matter how the stars aligned this lifetime just wasn’t made for you to be together. So you killed yourself in the most beautiful way possible. You fell in love with someone you couldn’t be with. In the end even if you were meant to be, you weren’t meant to last.
But you will look for him in every universe, every night sky, in every flower field, cause its always been him and always will be.
AUTHORS NOTE: lmaoooo im really sad rn so my brain said “write angst” and i said “yes” so know this ugly mess exists haha
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summary (they/them) tis the season to be in love! and ‘tis the season to have an excuse to kiss your mcyt lover, with the help of a poisonous garland.. (includes dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, bbh, c!technoblade, wilbur, punz, fundy, and eret)
warnings swearing, lots of kissing, maybe some suggestive themes? maybe
a/n merry very belated christmas, hannukah, kwanza and boxing day to those who celebrate! have a late fic for your winter fic needs, and have a happy new year my loves <3
hcs = headcanons btw,, this is my first try at this format so let me know if it’s alright!!
gif cred belongs to @anigifs18
dream
+ this man definitely put mistletoe somewhere in his gaming room the second it hit december
+ just for the excuse to kiss you all month
+ he doesn’t have all the time in the world despite the holiday season
+ so it was just a gesture to show some romance every time you visit his workspace
+ he also just likes the opportunity to give you that shit-eating grin every time you enter his office
“come in!” dream called out when he heard you knock at his door, making sure he was muted from the call with his friends.
“streaming?” you questioned quietly, peeking your head into the room. he turned his chair to you as he slung his headphones around his neck.
“nah,” he shook his head. “sap is, but i’m muted.” you smiled, opening the door further to slip in. “what’s up, babe?”
“brought some snacks,” you smiled, holding up a plate in one of your hands. “and water, ‘cause god knows you’re not drinking that.”
he chuckled with a grin. “thank you, babe. you’re very thoughtful.” you just hummed, placing the items onto his desk. “you know what that deserves?”
you arched an eyebrow at him as he leaned back in his gaming chair, a familiar mischievous smirk on his face. “what?” he pointed above him and you let out a laugh at the sight of the mistletoe just above his chair. “wow.” he just chuckled as you looked back down at him. “now i have to kiss you every time i come in here?”
“yep,” he hummed sweetly. “if you don’t, santa takes away one gift, you know.”
you let out another laugh. “is that so?” he nodded confidently, his leg bouncing his chair back and forth as he smirked at you. “you’re ridiculous, clay.”
“i know,” he chuckled as you finally leaned down to kiss your boyfriend. he hummed into it as you cupped his face in your hands. you nearly yelped when he pulled you onto his lap, deepening what was supposed to be an innocent kiss even further.
you two would have continued for as long as you liked had it not been for his friends beginning to scream for him, loud enough that it could be heard from the headphones around his neck. he groaned when you pulled away from him.
“i hate them.”
“go save those boys,” you snickered, lifting yourself from his lap.
he grumbled as he slipped his headphones back onto his ears, calling to you before you could close his door, “you better come see me again.”
george
+ it would have to be your doing
+ that man would be too embarrassed at just the THOUGHT of hanging it up
+ so you just strung it somewhere obvious, in a doorway somewhere
+ he notices it right away but he gets all nervous and blushy
+ you’ll have to nudge him to get him to actually kiss you
+ that poor boy is too embarrassed by the littlest things
george checked his phone briefly when he came to a stopping point in his editing, smiling when he saw you sent him a text not too long ago proclaiming you had made lunch. he happily shot you a text back saying he was making his way, standing from his chair and relishing in the moment he got to stretch his legs.
he heard your humming and smiled, heading straight for the kitchen. but when he reached the doorway, a bright green and red mistletoe stuck out from the white frame. he felt himself immediately turn red, seeing you were just inside the kitchen, cleaning up from making lunch.
“hey love,” you smiled. “hungry?”
“yeah, uh..,” he coughed. “did you.. put this here?” you looked up curiously, greeted with the sight of your red-faced boyfriend staring at the garland.
“oh, yeah,” you smiled. “i was finishing up decorating and found it.”
he nodded, eyes still glued to it. “well, then..” his eyes turned to where you smiled, resting your head in your hand. he looked at you like he was expecting you to know what his staying meant, and you did, but you wanted to hear him say it out loud.
“what is it?” you encouraged with a hum.
“well, i-it’s mistletoe,” your boyfriend spoke, gesturing to the plant. he let out an awkward laugh, “aren’t we gonna..?” he scoffed at your mischievous grin. “god, you just love to embarrass me!”
“i do,” you admitted. “do you want a kiss, george?”
“shut- don’t say it like that!” you laughed out again at his red face, walking over to him finally. “god, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“a pleasant way to die,” you smiled, taking his face into your hands. he rolled his eyes, though he was now smiling at you, too. you placed a sweet kiss to his lips that he quickly reciprocated, despite his former embarrassment.
“im keeping it up.”
“please don’t.”
sapnap
+ he’s such a little shit about it
+ for NO reason
+ he knows he can kiss you any time, any place
+ but the second there’s mistletoe around he gets a stupid smile
+ he’s all like “ohh y/n~~”
+ you’re like motherfucker just kiss me already
+ probably makes you kiss him first
+ for extra little shit points
“hmm, i wonder where this came from..”
“what’s that sap?” you hum, stepping away from the kitchen to see what he was muttering about. his wide, contagious grin brought a smile to your own face, though you knew nothing good could come from it.
“did you put this up, babe?” sapnap questioned, pointing at the mistletoe he had stationed himself under.
you crossed your arms, leaning in the kitchen doorway. “i didn’t, actually.” your boyfriend just hummed. “did you?”
“oh, no, i didn’t,” he shrugged, his tone a miserable attempt at innocence. “weird.”
“very,” you mused. you almost giggled aloud when your boyfriend looked over at you, eyes expectant and mischievous. “well, then you can take down the mystery mistletoe while i finish dinner.” you saw his expression drop for a moment when you barely turned toward the kitchen.
“what? no- you’re not even gonna kiss me?”
you giggled at your boyfriend’s pout, finally stepping forward and under the mistletoe. “you’re such a sap.”
“it’s in the name, babe,” he replied, his grin immediately returning as your hands slipped to his shoulders. you rolled your eyes before leaning up to give your boyfriend a sweet kiss that was too brief for his liking, chasing your lips for another when you tried to pull away. after a few giggly kisses, you finally managed to push sapnap away.
“you’ve had your wish,” you laughed. “i gotta finish dinner now.”
“alright, but the mistletoe’s staying!”0
karl
+ this cutie pie
+ loves the idea so much he considers investing in some mistletoe for your first christmas living together
+ too bad you beat him to it :))
+ walks in on you hanging it up and you’re like “!!get out!!”
+ he thinks you’re so adorable
“awww..,” karl cooed when he saw you standing on a step stool, attempting to paste the garland to the entrance of your shared bedroom.
your gaze snapped down to him and you lost your balance for a moment. “no- karl!” you huff with a pout, dropping your arms to your sides. “it was supposed to be a surprise!” the poorly taped mistletoe fell in an instant, tapping you on the head on its way down.
“aw, sweetie, it still is! i still love it,” karl grinned, walking over to wrap his arms around your waist. his head was at your stomach level, but your dramatic pout was still clear. “it definitely surprised me.”
“yeah, yeah,” you whined, lightly hitting his shoulder. “why’d you have to come in?”
he shrugged, “i was wondering where the step stool was..”
“you don’t need the step stool, you giant,” you complained, though you were smiling now. you hit his shoulder again and he let go of you, bending down to pick up the fallen décor. “whatever.. i wouldn’t have gotten it hung up anyway.”
“you tried,” he smiled, sticking the fake plant to your forehead. you grimaced, but it fell just as easily as it did from the ceiling. karl laughed and pressed a kiss to your pouted lips. “i’ll help you hang it up, love.”
“you better give me a proper kiss for my efforts first,” you demanded lightly, bopping your finger on his nose.
“happily,” karl muttered with a grin, leaning up to you a proper pre-mistletoe kiss.
quackity
+ y’all.
+ has anyone ever seen those funny sticks that have mistletoe on the end? that you’re supposed to hold over couples or whatever?
+ he has one.
+ he hangs it over the both of you at any point in the day
+ and he’s always like “oh wow! what are the chances mi amor!”
+ you always kiss him but ohmygosh, he’s a dork
“oh, mi amor..!”
you didn’t have to look up to know quackity was holding that ridiculous stick over your head again. you just sighed, keeping your gaze trained on the essay you were typing rather than your lover’s shit-eating grin in the reflection of you computer. “i hope you know that the more you do this, the less romantic it becomes.”
the shift in reflection only told you that his grin had turned into a pout. “don’t say that! mistletoe is magical, babe, the romance never dies!”
you couldn’t help but smile at quackity’s dramatics. “you’re a desperate man, aren’t you?”
“desperate for your love,” he admitted shamelessly, leaning against the side of your desk with a cheesy grin. you just shook your head distractedly as you continued typing, trying your best to resume your previous frame of thought.
“you’re not gonna go away until you get a kiss, are you?” you hummed as you typed.
“nope,” your boyfriend affirmed. you sighed to yourself, thinking, ‘better make it count.’
when you finished the sentence you were typing, you quickly stood and turned to your boyfriend, tugging him by the shirt. he yelped quietly, but was quickly silenced by his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was far more ferocious than he had anticipated.
your lips were hot and quick moving against his, and he dropped the stupid stick of mistletoe to catch up with your sudden passion. by the end of the kiss, quackity had you trapped against your desk with your hands still gripping his t-shirt tightly.
“woah,” your boyfriend breathed, eyes blown wide with surprise. you could feel his breathing was slightly labored, tickling your cheeks as you just smiled at him. “and you said the romance was fading!”
badboyhalo
+ he doesn’t plan it, but BOY has he dreamt about it
+ nothing can convince me that bad isn’t a hopeless romantic
+ he’s definitely thought of that sweet, magical mistletoe kiss that you tell your kids about when the holidays come around
+ but he’s a shy boy when it comes to romance, so most of his fantasies stay fantasies
+ you guys do get your mistletoe kiss!! it’s just a lot less perfect than either of you imagined
+ but in a way, doesn’t that make it even more magical?
“stop laughing!”
“i’m not laughing!” you assured to bad, though a giggle laced your words. you held your hand out to him as he planted his skates back on the ice. “you’re learning! i’m not laughing at you.”
once he was uprighted, bad huffed out a cloud of cold air in your direction. you yelped, giggling again when he pressed a kiss to your cold nose.
“let’s take a break,” he grumbled, tugging your hand toward the exit of the ice. “i want hot chocolate.”
“okay, okay,” you giggled, gripping onto your boyfriend’s strong forearm. he smiled as you gently guided the two of you over. “you’re not awful for a beginner, bad.”
he grumbled again, “yeah, yeah..” he couldn’t help but smile when you rested your head against his arm, but he continued to grieve, “keep rubbing in my face how you’ve skated since you were a kid, yeah, that feels great.” he just laughed out when you lifted your head and whacked your gloved hand against his arm.
you helped him slow to a stop as you approached the exit. “you got it?” you hummed when he grasped the railing next to the exit, helping stop his motion before he attempted to step off.
“yes,” he assured. “but thank you, muffin.” you smiled at the endearing nickname as you used the railing to slow yourself to a stop.
“oh, bad, look!” you suddenly exclaimed, drawing his attention away from the shaking of his skates. you pointed to the entranceway/exit, which had a small bough of mistletoe dangling from it. “mistletoe.”
he could admit his heart warmed at the sight, his boyish fantasies of the perfect mistletoe kiss with you flooding his mind at once. “aww,” he smiled. he stabilized himself before lifting one hand from the railing, albeit a little shaky and awkwardly. “shall we?”
you giggled at your adorable boyfriend. you took his hand, using it to skate you closer to him. “we shall.” he smiled sweetly at you again before pulling you in a gentle, long kiss that made you forget about the cold that surrounded you. bad took his other hand off of the railing to place on your arm, and that’s when it went wrong.
bad immediately lost his balance, slipping backward and taking you down with him. you landed on top of him with a yelp and bad cringed at his own clumsiness. but just when he was going to apologize out of sheer embarrassment, you started to giggle. not at him; he could tell from the genuine sound that you were giggling at the situation rather than the culprit.
his face, already warm from embarrassment, grew even hotter when you only spoke, “god, i love you, bad.”
c!technoblade
+ this man could not give less of a fuck
+ you probably point out some mistletoe and he’s like. okay
+ sometimes on the inside he’ll be a little blushy about it
+ the idea of having a perfect moment to kiss you is so incredibly tempting, like the perfect opportunity to FINALLY make a move
+ so after finally happening across some, he might just take the chance to kiss you
+ maybe. it’d take a lot of sudden confidence from him
“aw, look,” you hummed. technoblade’s gaze turned to you as you both continued your trek through the snow. “two zombies under some mistletoe.” you were pointing to the entrance of a cave, where two zombies were glaring out at your figures.
“romantic,” technoblade muttered, looking to the long vine of poisonous garland that encased the entrance to the cave. “god, that shit’s everywhere..”
you nodded in agreement, looking back to the path ahead of you toward technoblade’s house. “well, it’s winter in the tundra. that just means more snow and a whole lot of mistletoe.”
“alright, dr. seuss,” he snickered. you just shook your head at him.
“rhyming or not, im right,” you smiled, looking up at another entanglement of the garland in one of the tall trees. he took a moment to admire the way the snow reflected off the overcast skies, giving you a glow that was all too familiar to him. yet it still made his chest grow warm. “have you ever had a mistletoe kiss, tech?”
he raised his eyebrow at the question, but you were still looking into the trees. “no.. but i did slap wilbur under some once.”
you immediately laughed out, turning to him with a grin. “no way.”
“listen, he puckered up and i was not about to kiss him,” he explained, holding his hands up in mock surrender. you just laughed again. he smiled at you before looking ahead, seeing his house was just around the corner of some trees now. “why do you ask?”
you shrugged. “you’ve lived in the tundra long enough; i figured you’d have a fun story.” you turned the corner to his house. “and you did.”
“i always pull through,” he shrugged in response, making you chuckle as you both stepped onto his porch. he moved to get the door for you, but he stopped when you looked around and your gaze caught on something above the two of you.
a patch of mistletoe had made its way to his porch, snaking in from a nearby tree. his heart nearly stopped, the voices that had been whispering about mistletoe now starting to yell at him as his gaze flickered between you and the vine.
‘kiss her.’ ‘KISS HER.’ ‘gods, please kiss her!’
then you turned to him with a gentle smile and a tilt of your head. “you gonna slap me?” god, he prayed he wasn’t imagining the newfound flush that creeped up your neck.
though he smirked amusedly, he spoke softer than he had intended, “no. i wouldn’t do that to you.” you just continued to look into his eyes, your smile growing at his words. the voices continued to swirl encouragements before he finally leaned toward you, taking your cheek into his hand and leaning down to press his cold lips to yours.
his heart hammered for a moment before you began to kiss him back, placing one of your gloved hands on his chest. it was a short kiss, way shorter than he would have liked, but it was enough to silence the voices to a hush when he pulled away as he awaited you to speak. but you just smiled sheepishly at him.
technoblade smirked with satisfaction as his hand fell from your cheek. he finally opened the door for you, muttering, “way better than that time with wilbur.”
wilbur
+ there’s two ways this starts
+ either 1. he sets the mistletoe up himself and plans the perfect moment
+ or 2. you two happen across some and he still becomes the most smug romantic motherfucker u know
+ either way he’s gonna be smug and proud of himself
+ he just loves you a lot and mistletoe is a PERFECT excuse to make a lasting memory for the both of you
“let’s grab some hot chocolate,” wilbur suggested when you shivered against him again. despite being completely bundled up, nothing truly protected you from the bitter cold of england’s winter.
“yes, please,” you immediately agreed, and wilbur snickered at your eagerness. he pressed a quick kiss to your nose before guiding you toward a small café.
there was a line when you entered, but the air was so warm in contrast to the snowy streets that neither of you minded. you cuddled into your boyfriend’s side as he hummed along to some holiday song that softly played in the shop.
his gaze wandered around the small building, stopping when he saw some mistletoe. it was just a pace or two away, further up in the line. the cogs in his brain immediately began to turn, devising the perfect way to kiss you as the line moved another step.
“what are you thinking about, wil?” you hummed contentedly, seeing your boyfriend spacing out. wilbur just looked down at you with a grin. the line moved another step forward.
“nothing, love,” he smiled, guiding you to step forward with him. “but..” you looked up at him expectantly. “i do believe you owe me something.”
you thought for a moment. “is it my turn to buy?”
“no,” he chuckled. he took your chin into his hand and tilted your head up to catch sight of the mistletoe hung above you amongst other decorations. you just shook your head at him with a chuckle.
“that’s an easy price to pay,” you ceded. you were going to lean up for a simple peck when wilbur’s hand snaked around to rest on your back, quickly maneuvering your body around to dip you dramatically. you could feel his grin as he pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips. you lost yourself in the passion for just a moment before remembering where the two of you were.
you smacked his chest when he finally pulled away, uprighting the two of you again. “wilbur soot, we are in public!” you hissed quietly, looking around to see some of the other patrons of the café smiling and shaking their heads at your pair.
“my love for you is not confined by societal standards,” he proclaimed, placing a hand on his heart as he grinned at your flushing features. his heart was racing in his chest still, but your embarrassed, lovesick look was worth the anxiety. you pressed your hands to your hot cheeks.
“you are suddenly my least favorite poet-!”
punz
+ definitely didn’t plan it
+ let’s face it, he probably didn’t even think about it
+ but when the opportunity is presented, who is he to pass it up??
+ definitely gets smug and teases you
+ also like sapnap, probably waits for you to kiss him first
“very funny,” you teased after your boyfriend threw some off handed comment your way. he snickered, opening the door to the diner for you anyway.
you leaned against him after he stepped in, waiting for the hostess to have a free moment to get you a table. he mumbled another tease to you and you just shook your head, whacking his arm lazily. he just chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss in your hair as his arm wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you closer to him.
as you smiled, you heard some giggles sound nearby. when you looked over to see a small group of teenage girls sat, looking over at you and punz and whispering. at first, you assumed they were fans, until you noted their gazes flickered above the two of you.
you looked up, gaining punz’s attention when you lifted your head from his shoulder. he looked with you and let out a short laugh at the sight of a hefty bunch of mistletoe perched above the two of you.
“so, you gonna kiss me?” punz hummed, turning his gaze back to you as you were still staring at the plant.
“no, you’re gonna kiss me,” you shrugged surely.
“i am?” he responded, smirking down at you. despite his continued teasing, his eyes were now flickering from your gaze to your lips.
“yeah,” you smiled. “because you’re taller and closer to the mistletoe. so you gotta kiss me first.”
“oh, is that how it works?” your boyfriend teased, his voice a low rumble. you hummed to confirm and he let out one last snicker before pressing his lips to yours. you placed a hand on his cheek to relish in the sweet moment before pulling away, mainly for the sake of the patrons of the restaurant.
you tucked your head back into your boyfriend’s side contentedly, listening to the teenage girls swoon and coo at the both of you.
fundy
+ he would be such a shy boy around his s/o i love him
+ it would be another situation where you two were out and about and stumbled across some mistletoe
+ he would notice it but wouldn’t point it out right away
+ i assume he’s very shy about pda so he’s DEFINITELY not gonna initiate
+ definitely already blushing
+ you’ll have to notice it for him to finally kiss you
fundy was usually a very active listener; he’d make small noises and comments as you told stories, which you often tended to ramble on as you two shopped. but now, as you wandered about the toy aisle, chattering on about what to get your nephew, your lover was silent.
“you’re unusually quiet,” you commented after another few minutes of fundy’s silence. you looked over to see his face was red, but not the kind of red that came from the cold. instead, the red creeped up from his neck to lick at his cheeks. “you alright, love?”
“y-yeah!” he assured, rubbing a sheepish hand to the back of his neck. “yeah.”
“you sure?” you prodded, placing your hand on his elbow. he gave you a sweet smile, though he was still tense under your gaze and touch.
“im alright,” he nodded. fundy held your gaze for another moment before moving again, busying himself by looking at some legos behind you. you pursed your lips in thought for a moment, looking around to see what could have flustered your boyfriend. you connected the dots immediately when you spotted the mistletoe just overhead.
you smiled to yourself, glancing around briefly to make sure no one else was around to save your boyfriend from further embarrassment.
“hey, floris, can i get your opinion on this?” you hummed as innocently as you could. your puppy of a boyfriend immediately trotted over.
“what is it, love?”
“just this,” you hummed, taking his cheek into your hand and pressing a short kiss to his lips. the blush immediately returned to his face as you smiled at him. “don’t like mistletoe?”
it took him a second to process, stuttering, “n-no, i do! i definitely do, just..” he absentmindedly took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together clumsily. he shrugged, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “didn’t know if you did.”
“i do,” you assured, squeezing his hand. he finally broke into an eased smile. “let’s keep looking.” you tugged his hand to pull him to the next aisle, but fundy didn’t budge. when you turned back to him, you didn’t get a chance to question him before his other hand snuck onto your cheek and he pressed a harder, more confident kiss to your lips that you happily reciprocated.
when he pulled away, you gave him a knowing look. he began to splutter again, rambling out, “i-i thought you deserved a proper mistletoe kiss!”
“you’re adorable, my love.”
eret
+ she’s been awaiting all YEAR for this moment
+ they just love the idea of a romantic, show-stopping mistletoe kiss
+ definitely put the mistletoe up themself
+ probably also made you two a romantic date night, complete with a reservation to a nice restaurant and an ice skating date
+ he wants everything to be perfect, but because he’s so confident in the fact that you’ll make anything perfect, it literally becomes the most romantic evening ever
“we’re never going ice skating again,” you giggled, clinging to your lover’s arm as you walked back to your apartment.
“what!” she exclaimed as you continued to giggle. “why not, love? i thought it was fun!”
“it was,” you assured. “but you’re too good at it; it made me feel worse when i fell the seven times i did.”
eret hummed, “oh, love..” they removed their arm from your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders. “your falling was adorable.”
“falling? adorable?” you sounded incredulously, and he laughed after hearing the words repeated back to him. “you’re insane.”
he shook his head, retracting his arm to retrieve his keys from his pocket as you approached your doorstep. “maybe i just think you’readorable.”
you shook your head at her. “you’re insane.” as she unlocked the door with another chuckle, you shifted your gaze around amusedly. your curious eyes stopped when they found something of interest above you. “oh, hey..” she turned to you curiously and you pointed. “mistletoe.”
they turned their gaze above and smiled at the small plant. “so it is.” they tucked the key back into their pocket and turned to you. they raised their eyebrows, tilting their head teasingly. “guess you gotta kiss me.”
“i guess i do,” you hummed, mimicking their teasing actions. he chuckled at you, sliding one hand into your hair as you placed a hand on his chest, meeting in a perfectly warm kiss that contrasted the cold californian air.
after that passionate moment, you pulled away to grin at your lover. she chuckled, pressing her fingers to her lips to relish the moment before opening the door to the apartment. “totally worth nearly falling off the ladder earlier.”
“wha- alastair!”
headcannons :)
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masterlist :)
- fluff - smut
karl jacobs:
-comforting karl while streaming
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-helping quackity destress(ask)
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