thank you for this request! i tried to not make it too petty/dramatic, but still tried to add it in there as best i could :) enjoy!
you and karl didn’t argue very often; most of the time you talked about your feelings rather than bottling them up until they explode. sometimes though, like most couples, arguments happened. just like today.
you didn’t mean for it to turn into an argument, you really didn’t. it just escalated so fast, your exchaustion making you irritable - which you were aware wasn’t an excuse, but it was the situation nonetheless. karl seemed pretty tired out too, having been streaming for the past few hours on the dream smp. overall, the timing and both your moods just wasn’t great, which is was lead to your current state.
instead of snapping too much, you decided to stop talking completely. an admittedly childish move, but you just didn’t have the energy to try and argue it out with karl. you were both in the wrong with the way you were acting, over something so trivial, so you decided to just shut up before you said something uncalled for that you most definitely didn’t mean. karl didn’t like the silent treatment from you, he hated that he was being purposely ignored when usually you two were very open with your feelings. being so close and communicative was one of the things he cherished so much, so to have it taken away wasn’t the best feeling in the world. you almost felt bad, but remembered the silly argument that was started just minutes before, so you decided to begin your night routine still in silence.
“hey have you saw my phone charger? i unplugged it earlier to plug my camera battery charger in,” karl asked from the bedroom, only to be met with silence. you were going to answer, but you weren’t willing to just pretend the argument didn’t happen - you wanted to talk it through, so it could be solved properly, but wanted to wait until you were both in the right head space. “really?” he called out after no response, just to confirm his suspicions when he had no response yet again. you heard a faint sigh come from him, causing you to speed up your night routine to get to bed as soon as possible.
you beat him to bed by about 10 minutes, still not having said a word, ready to just regain your energy and smooth everything over in the morning. but when you felt a body climb into bed next to you, you tensed up. now what? you usually cuddle with him every night you were there to fall asleep, so it felt unusual to be a small distance apart in the same bed. you didn’t like it at all. karl seemed to have these thoughts too, and luckily for you, he spoke up
“look, i know what’s going on here, but can we at least cuddle? we can talk it through in the morning, but honestly it was so petty, does it even need another discussion? i’m really sorry for being argumentative. we both shouldn’t have made it into something it didn’t need to be-” karl began to try and reason, but was cut off when he felt you dive into his arms. karl sighed (in relief this time), as he wasted no time in wrapping arms around your figure that was now curled into his chest.
“i’m sorry, too. you’re right, it was petty, and i made even more petty by ignoring you. i’m really sorry.” you said quietly, slightly muffled as your head was snuggled into his neck. “hey, it’s okay, i’m just glad it’s sorted. i love you.” you smiled at this, and karl could feel your lips curl up against his neck, causing him to smile too.
“i love you too. and now we’ve kept our streak of arguments never lasting more than a day” you giggled, thinking back at the very few arguments you’ve had before. you were so grateful for karl and the way you always worked through things, which is the last thing you thought of before falling into a deep sleep in his arms.
i hope this was okay! the more karl requests i get the more i simp for him it’s a cycle i simply cannot control
Summary: In this world, your soulmate is the one who will save you from death. Also, in this world, the gods of destiny thought it would be funny to make the soulmate connection Minecraft themed.
Genre: SoulmateAU! Fluff, elements of hurt/comfort, smudge of angst. Headcannon format
Pronouns: They/them (Gender-neutral)
Warnings: Near-death situations, short reader, captial letters and cursing.
[a/n: THAT’S IT IM SIMPING FOR M! Thank you so much for requesting and supporting my work. It truly means so much to me. I’ve decided to do hybrid of bullet points and blurbs for this one because I wanted to have some ~variety~ in the format of the soulmate fics. Additionally, I did a mix of both by doing ‘irl’ Sapnap and SMP/c!Wilbur Soot. I hope that’s okay with you, m. I hope you enjoy, have a lovely day <3 Edit: Sapnap expressed discomfort of fanfictions including his first name so I changed it!]
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Sapnap
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★ It all began at a PC café.
★ (Y/N) was a regular since it was a nice change from their all-too-familiar room and the coffee and pastries were the best.
★ On the other hand, this is Sapnap’s first time at a PC café.
★ Usually, he would just use the setup he has at home but he figured that he might as well try it at least once.
★ Plus the café was having special where first-timers get their first hour and snacks free
★ And who was he to decline free shit?
★ (Y/N) and Sapnap crossed paths when he sat behind them playing Minecraft, (Y/N) noticed, and (Y/N) offered to join him.
★ The two bonded over the game and played together until they were out of money and remembered “wait, we could just use the pcs we have at home and keep this party going”
★ They get up to head to their respective homes and that’s when the height difference was noticed.
★ “Oh my god that’s fucking adorable.”, Sapnap thought.
★ Cue the eyebrow raise from (Y/N)
★ “Shit I said that out loud.”
★Both of them continue to hang out as friends for months.
★ One of these hang-outs, they were going down a really crowded sidewalk.
★ They had to hold hands so they didn’t lose each other. (cha cha real smooth)
★ But in a particularly dense part of the mass of people, (Y/N) was pushed out into the street.
‘Who’s idea was it to go here? We should’ve gone at a different time and avoided all this-’, Sapnap’s thoughts were interrupted by the lack of warmth in his left hand. ‘Shit, where’s (Y/N)?’, Sapnap panics and tries to crane his neck to find them in the crowd, ‘Damn them and their smallness.’
Finally, he sees them getting pushed around and makes his way towards them. Nick was almost to their side when (Y/N) gets pushed out into the road. They stumble and fall pretty bad, hitting their head. Nick decides to forgo ‘Excuse me’s and ‘Sorry’s; he just needs to get to them before they get hurt further.
(Y/N) manages to sit up, disgruntled and loopy; not registering the speeding car headed their way. ‘Oh no. Move. Move. Fuck, fuck, shit, shit’,Sapnap’s body goes into autopilot and he lunges forward, grabbing (Y/N) to his chest, the inertia causing him to fall back on to the sidewalk. “Holy fuck, that was close.’, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Are you alright? We should get to the doctor.”
★ Right then, it happened.
★The soulmate connection within clicked.
★ After a visit from to the hospital, they decided to make it official with a cute date at home since (Y/N) needed their rest.
★ “What’s up, what’s so funny?” “This is the greatest day of my life and I almost got fucking run over today.”
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SMP!Wilbur Soot
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◉ (Y/N) was Eret’s sibling and has known Wilbur since the drug van.
◉ At first they were just an apprentice trying to make a quick buck and in for a good time, but soon they fell head over feels for Wilbur.
◉ So when Wilbur proposed to start a nation, (Y/N) was right by his side.
◉ As for Wilbur, he has always been fond of (Y/N).
◉ He always admired their work ethic and loyalty and fell in love with their daring spirit and clever mind.
◉ The two can usually be seen making drugs, working on political documents, and teasing each other about their height.
◉ “Will, I swear to god if you rest your arm on my head one more time I’m gonna-” “Oh what’s that? I’m sorry I can’t hear you from all the way up here.”
◉ That earned him a swift kick to the back of the knees which made him topple like a Jenga tower. Tommy nearly burst his lung laughing.
◉ Together they were the feared duo, an unstoppable force on the battlefield and on the podium.
◉ Skip to to the moment where Eret has his hand over the button.
“To think, we were family. That I trusted you, believed you, and defended you!”, (Y/N) looked at Eret with such disdain and hurt that he flinched. “I’m sorry…”, he began, “It was never meant to be.”
BOOM!
What was supposed be one crater turned into a minefield of explosions. Wilbur was knocked back, but (Y/N) was quick to act and pulled Wilbur away from the other blasts. Tommy and Tubbo were already running, with Tommy leading the way. (Y/N) caught Sapnap aiming a crossbow in Wilbur’s direction and threw themself into the way, much to Wilbur’s dismay.
Their health quickly dropped, but they fought through the pain and turned to fire back at Sapnap. Their arrow hit the mark and distracted him enough to get away.
In the bunker Tommy made, they took a moment to heal themselves. Wilbur finished wrapping up the bandages around (Y/N)’s back and sat down next to them. “Thank you.”, he handed them some bread, “For saving me back there.” (Y/N) gladly accepted the food and gave him a genuine smile, “Hey, I’m with you ‘till the end of the line. Don’t worry about it. I know you would do the same for me”
“Hey guys, I think you should check the chat.”, Tubbo interjected.
The two did just that and they saw it.
WilburSoot has just earned the achievement [Guess I fell for you]
melodious(Y/N) has just earned the achievement [Guardian Angel]
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!
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.
i really hope this was accurate<3 if you have any feedback pls lmk so i can improve! also, feel free to make a req!
*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
Any comments, follows, likes and reblogs are appreciated
I love you all <3 drink water, eat food and take your meds.
Hiiii so my adhd has been making hard to do like- anything at the moment. I promise ill try finish all the requests soon i just need to wait out this weird stage so take this in the mean time because apparently this is what my brain wants to write dfvbgrtnr
idk he just gives me the vibes. I feel like he would make it his mission in life to fluster you so these would give him that power. Definitely uses these to raise his own ego after seeing you get all flustered. (probably doesnt use these ALL the time but uses them when he feels a cocky bitch)
- Baby
this would probably be the most common one he uses. Its simple <3. I think he would way prefer “baby” over babe (or maybe thats just me hating the word babe)
- Bunny
This is the more flirtatious one. Only usually used in more heated situations. this man t h r i v e s from watching you get flustered from this.
George:
- Love/lovely
british. Thats it. Thats the tweet.
- your name
i feel like he would usually just say your name. i cant imagine him being as much into pet names
- Angel
he uses this when he wants something. this man is very convincing. 100% uses this when he feels needy or touch starved but he will never outright tell you so instead he just uses cute pet names and hopes you’ll pay attention to him. Give this man validation pls
Sapnap:
- Cutie
he called karl this on stream one time so i will stand by this till my dying breath. calling you this just adds fuel to his sassy, cocky ego but its okay because you love him for it <3
- pup or puppy
this just matches his vibe. he doesnt use this very often but he will use this when you are just cuddling or having really soft, fluffy moments
- my love
he just loves you man. He is so soft. ofc he will never admit it but he is <3
Karl:
- Bunny
Unlike dream, he is just a very soft boy and uses this pet name in a very fluffy way. this man would do anything for you. he just wants to hold youuu and you remind him of a bunny. fluffy and adorable <3
- beautiful
hes just a simp for you <3 he honestly thinks you are the most beautiful, gorgeous, angelic thing to ever walk this earth (and he is right <3)
- lovely/my love
i feel like he would use this one a lot. it just makes him feel so happy to be able to call you this <3 literally will giggle after calling you this just from the pure serotonin he gets <3 he is just so whipped for you
Quackity:
- mi amor
he feels so much pride calling you this. being able to call you a pet name from his first language is such a nice thing for him. its literally so sweet <3 he always says it with so much endearment too :( /pos
- mi alma
OKAY THIS TRANSLATES TO “MY SOUL” ERGERH. this is a special one for him. he wouldnt use this till he was so sure that you were meant for him. one night he walks into his bedroom after finishing editing, and you are in there waiting for him and when he walks in he see’s you cuddled up to tiger (his cat) and his heart just- melts. he just realized how in love with you he was and this is when he first called you mi alma
- baby
i feel like he would be someone who likes calling you baby just because its nice and gentle. this would be one that he would use more in like- everyday life and sentences.
Wilbur:
- dove
i- i cant explain it just- hear me out. sometimes he’ll call you “his little dove” i just-
- my love
he is so whipped for you but this man has so much confidence and honestly thrives off of calling you pet names and this one just makes him feel so nice ya know? its that reminder that you are his and he is yours <3
- darling
with his accent it just sounds so nice. he loves teasing you with this pet name sjsjfrherht. but also he is soft boy™ so he will just speak really gently and just be so whipped and soft for you
(im such a wilbur simp-)
c!Technoblade:
- my god/goddess
he loves seeing how you get all flustered <3 he just gets happy knowing HE can do that to you, ya know?
- my darling
okay hear me out. so piglins are rlly possessive, right. especially the brutes and so you are his darling. Not yandere or anything but just the way he feels so protective over you
- prince/princess/royalty
he will bow down to you. he just loves you man. he was never really fond of love before he met you. he never really thought he would ever fall in love or that anyone would ever love him and then you came along and just- he just wants to treat you like the royalty you are
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hiii i hope you liked thisss <3 im hoping getting something published will help me finish all my drafts :0 i tried to keep these as gender neutral as possible :D
REQUEST: hiii can i have fluff prompt 10 with wilbur (gn reader pls)
Prompt: “did you just kiss me?”
AUTHOR NOTE: DO NOT SHIP NIKI AND WILL !! MY INTENT IS NOT TOO SHIP THEM I JUST NEED IT FOR THE STORY LINE <3
Out of everyone you could of fallen for of course it had to be Wilbur.
I mean, what isn’t there too fall for
He’s tall
He’s pretty
He’s funny
He’s talented
He is everything you could ask for
But he isn’t yours.
And thats what hurts.
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Seeing the way you his eyes light when Niki talks hurts. Seeing how excited he gets when she texts him. It was painful. It left you with nights spent crying until you had exhausted yourself enough to sleep. But he never noticed.
He never noticed the way that your face would heat up at the slightest contact of your skin. He never noticed the way your gaze always shifted to him, because his was always on Niki.
Of course you could never be mad at Niki. She was an angel. She never did anything bad to you and instead was always kind to you, but that just made it worse. It fills you with guilt.
~~
Wilbur’s laugh filled the room, its a sound that would usually make you feel like you were on cloud nine, but instead of butterflies you felt sick to the stomach.
No matter how hard you tried to laugh along, or hide the jealousy that floods your veins you couldn’t bring yourself too smile. Looking over too chat you see that they notice
‘Is y/n okay?’
‘y/n looks sad :(’
‘OMG NIKI AND WILBUR ARE SO CUTE!!’
‘y/n hasn’t said anything for ages’
‘They look so sad’
‘omg i feel so bad for y/n they have barely said anything’
‘Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?’
Looking back over to Wilbur you notice him whisper something to Niki and she laughs. That perfect. Adorable. Endearing laugh.
“Hey I don’t feel the best, I think I’m gonna go rest for a bit” You say, mustering up the best smile you could. Will finally looks at you, and his face seems to drop a bit before quickly smiling again.
“go rest on my bed n/n, I’ll be out in a bit okay?”
You nod your head and quickly walk out of the streaming room, as tears flood your eyes, your lungs feeling like they are suffocating and the emotions build up in your throat, making it feel like you’re drowning. You couldn’t stand to be in this house anymore, so you ultimately decide that its best to go home
“y/n?…”
Turning around you meet Wilbur’s worried eyes. Quickly moving to wipe away as many of the tears that stained your face as possible.
“y-yes Wil?” Your voice filled with emotions, and cracked the slightest bit no matter how hard you tried too keep your composure.
“Can I touch you”
You nodded softly, unable to form any words.
You felt his warm body envelope yours, holding your head against his chest while your tears covered the warm fabric of his jumper. Your fists grasp as the soft fabric, in any attempt to ground yourself
“shhh, its okay, you’re okay. I need you to talk to me, can you do that? its okay if you need some time but you need to tell me what happened alright?”
“you love her…”
He pulled you back slightly by your shoulders.
“What?”
“You love Niki…” You felt pathetic.
*he hates me now*
*You ruined everything*
Tears began to blur your vision again, as your breath picked back up. Your legs felt like they were about to break, but before you could fall completely, he caught you.
“Can I pick you up?” You nodded into his chest, feeling your feet lift off the floor. His hands, steady and firm but also gentle and kind, bring your legs around his waist.
Putting you down on his bed, he kneels down in front of you, on the floor next to the bed
“Talk to me n/n…”
“I hate that you lover her be-because…”
*its now or nothing*
“I want you to love me” You say it so quietly that you almost worry he wouldn’t hear you.
…
The empty silence of the room is deadly. Fighting off all your instincts telling you too run, you look up too meet Wilbur’s concerned eyes.
“I-I’m sorry i- its fine- i don’t- you don’t-”
Your panicked stuttering is cut off by Wilbur’s lips meeting yours. Its soft and gentle but filled with passion
Your lips taste of tears but he couldn’t care less.
His hand gently holds your jaw, his other going behind your neck to bring you impossibly closer.
After many seconds he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.
“did you just kiss me?…”
“I cant believe you thought I loved Niki. I knew you were oblivious but jeez n/n” His tone is teasing and playful
“I hate you” you retort
“you love me”
“yeah yeah whatever”
Authors not: I HATE THIS AHHHH but hey someone might like it so <3
Warnings: non i don’t think <3 lemme know if there is any
Authors note: this is just a really quick drabble based on a tiktokt i saw! i don’t remember the @ but if i find it i’ll add it :D
Gentle moonlight tracing soft lines across the floorboards.
Peaceful silence besides from the creatures that live in the starlight and the light murmur of those awake to see the moon
Delicate blankets resting peacefully on exposed skin.
Nighttime is something you have always cherished. Even now, eyes gently skimming over your lovers face, taking in every detail.
His soft lips which were slightly parted in sleep. The delicate rise and fall of his chest.
Slipping your feet out from under the covers, gently placing them on the cold floor, you made your way to the kitchen.
Hunger had decided too attack at a random time of the night, and oddly specific cravings took place in your mind.
The subtle pitter-patter of your feet making there way to the kitchen filling the silence that was two am.
Making your way over to the fridge, your eyes scoured the shelves looking for anything too fill your need, stopping on the leftover box of pizza from the night before.
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Standing in front of the microwave, a slight shiver passing through your body ever now and then, you watched as the red letters ticked away, the glow being the only light beside the muted streetlights and pale moonlight from outside the windows.
You can feel yourself gently zoning out, the spinning plate of pizza seemingly mesmerizing until a strong pair of arms wrapped around your stomach.
“hey sap”
“you left me all alone :(” He pouted
“i was hungry”
“Well it was cold without you :(”
You giggled warmly at your boyfriends tired complaints, his face moving to rest in your neck. His lips gently tracing along your shoulder, leaving gentle kisses on your neck.
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Feeling content with food in your stomach stood up, dragging along your pouty boyfriend (who had not stopped clinging to you the whole time, even after repeatedly telling him too go back to bed and that you would be there soon).
Flopping back down into the warmth of your bed you opened your arms to Sapnap, whose pout instantly became a smile as he laid on your chest, nuzzling his face into your should
“goodnight, you big baby”
“g’night…”
and just like that his breath evened out and his body relaxed against yours, your heart filling with an overwhelming love.
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Part of you knew that you should just wait for him too come outside. He was a grown adult, he knew how to take care of himself but that didn’t stop the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach.
All you wanted was for him too stay out of the mindset you knew he sometimes got trapped in. That was something you wanted to help him with but it was impossible to do that when he spent all day in his room. You knew he had finished streaming when his muffled voice silenced and now soft strums of the guitar took their place, as he struggled to find a progression of chords that he liked.
The soft pattering of your feet on the cold floor, leading you over to the sink to get him a glass of water, you walked over to his office door, gently pushing the door open.
He knew you were there
He didn’t turn to look at you or even glance in your direction before an annoyed grumbled slipped off of his tongue
“what do you want”
You should’ve taken that as your hint to leave, but you just wanted to help so you took a step into his office and spoke as softly and as gently as possible
“you’ve been in here all day so I brought you water… don’t you think you should come out for a bit. A small break might be good for you, y’know”
He stayed facing his monitor but his eyes glared in your direction
“if I wanted water I would get it myself”
Slightly taken aback by his harsh tone you held the glass closer to your chest, in any kind of attempt to stop yourself from storming out of the room. You were only trying to help…
“Wilbur, you haven’t left the room for 6 hours. I haven’t seen you all day. Don’t you think that its stupid to get angry when I try to HELP you. You have barely spoken a word to me for the past week”
The tall brunette scoffed, his eyes rolling in agitation.
“I don’t need you to baby me all the time! I don’t need you to treat me like a child, okay?”
“I put my everything into supporting you and your career even if it makes me feel like I’m nothing to you! No matter how hard I try its like you- its like you cant even see how hard I’m trying! I feel pathetic..” Your voice softened at the end as you tried to contain tears from spilling out from behind your eyes.
“Well maybe I don’t need you at all okay! You are so needy oh my god! Its like I cant do anything without you breathing down my neck! You make everything so much harder! Just fuck off and leave me be!”
Oh.
oh…
.He seemed taken aback by his own words, both of you stunned into silence, the only sound being your heavy breathing. It felt like your breath was being stolen from your lungs. Trying to get any kind of air into your lungs you felt your mind becoming flooded with terrifying thoughts
Maybe he didn’t love you anymore
Maybe he never loved you in the first place
The glass dropped to the floor and shattered into a tiny pieces which scattered across the floor, along with your heart.
legs trembling underneath you, you fell to the cold floor, glass cutting at your knees as you gripped the soft fabric of Wilbur’s hoodie in any attempt to ground yourself.
Everything sounded muffled.
‘Why cant I hear anything?’
‘Who is crying’
‘Is it me?’
‘I cant see anything.”
A solid warmth surrounded your body, and your hands instantly gripped to whatever you could reach, in some attempt too ground yourself. A soft shushing guiding you out of your dazed state
“its okay my love. I’m so sorry. you did nothing wrong. You’re doing so well darling”
Letting your eyes flutter open you met Wilbur’s red, tear filled eyes as he cupped your face in his hands, the soft pads of his thumbs wiping away the salty streams of water that spilled from your eyes.
“i know its hard, but I need you too breath with me okay? can you do that?”
You nodded so timidly that it would have been close too impossible to notice
He counted slowly, breathing in and out with you and kissing away your tears between breaths. When he deemed you stable enough he pushed your head into his shoulder
“we need to get your knee’s cleaned up, okay? Am i allowed to pick you up?”
You nodded again
“are you able to talk to me, my love”
“y-yes”
“You are doing so well. I’m so proud of you”. Picking you up bridal style as too avoid hurting your knee’s any further he brought you to the kitchen, sitting you up on the bench, he began to clean up your knee’s, comforting you after each hiss of pain, and kissing away each tear that felt from those eyes he loved so much.
When you were finally calm enough to talk he sat you down and apologized. Even though the things he said earlier that day had hurt the way they did, you knew from the way pain coated his voice, he never meant to hurt you. You both talked about where to go from here, and how to avoid this from happening again.
Bringing your body further into his chest he planted a soft kiss against your lips, putting all his emotions into it, letting you know how deeply sorry he was, and how much love he held for you. Even if you had your rough patches, nothing was enough to keep you from loving him, and as long as it was him, you would pick up his pieces over and over again.
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imagine flustering sapnap when you wear his sweatshirt
“aww,” dream cooed out of nowhere, surprising his friends and sapnap’s chat. “it suits you.” your voice was a quiet mumble in the background, cluing them all in.
“is that y/n?” george questioned.
“yeah,” dream affirmed. “she came in to show me something..” dream chuckled to himself. “y/n, you should- you should go show sapnap.”
“show me what?” the roommate inquired skeptically, glancing at his camera.
dream just chuckled again to himself. “just, uh.. you have your camera on, right sap?” a hesitant ‘yes’ was all it took for dream to laugh again. “good, y/n’s on her way.”
“i..” sapnap shook his head. “i hate this mystery.” you were considerate enough to knock on his door. “come in?” he turned his chair to you, his side profile visible to the chat as his door opened to reveal your short frame. dream wheezed, watching intently as sapnap’s eyes widened at the sight of you.
one of his hands came up to rest as casually as it could to rest on his lips, his thumb settling on his jaw as a blush crept up his neck.
you giggled nervously when he didn’t say anything, unaware of the chat and man exploding just a few feet away from you. “ya like?”
you were practically swimming in the too-oversized sweatshirt that undoubtedly belonged to your roommate, proudly displaying his brand. but sapnap was less focused on that.
“uh, yeah,” he coughed out. he let out an awkward chuckle, trying to keep his eyes from raking your bare legs. he was practically dizzy with pent up affection. “yeah, you-you look nice.” dream was still wheezing in his ears, george now giggling to accompany it. you grinned, craning your neck to look over at his camera when dream’s wheeze was loud enough that you could hear it.
“simp!” dream called out once he caught his breath, making sapnap finally remember he was on camera. you laughed out when he turned back to his screen with an embarrassed smile.
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!!
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.”
so the sapnap fic didn’t happen, lowkey lost motivation but i have a few headcanons to do from a new song so i hope y’all will enjoy that while i figure out if i’ll be doing the sap fic or not
hey fanfic readers! i just downloaded the chrome extension, “interactivefics”, which changes y/n into your actual name! so if you ever feel like the use of “y/n” breaks the immersion, i highly suggest this extension :)
you can also change things like y/l/n to be your actual last name and e/c to be your actual eye color and etc! happy reading <33
Warnings;Drinking, {consent is still sought out}, sloppy make out, mentions of vaginal/cock sex, cursing, AFAB, female anatomy used, Punz’s real name used
This was a request, so I hope it finds you well, Anon! This definitely took a bit longer just because I’m working again, but I hope you all enjoy the new NSFW work! <3
Until Next Time ~ JJ
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Tonight was all about you. Well, you and your YouTube channel.
You had finally reached 20 million after about a month of teetering into the number, and the boys weren’t about to let that go so easily.
“Guys, seriously, this is too much-” the boys celebrating with you were quick to shush you. Sapnap, Punz, Karl, and Charlie were adamant about you celebrating this achievement, Dream would’ve come out, however, he was still waiting for his face reveal to happen; though he congratulated you.
“Y/N, come on, this is a huge milestone,” Karl grinned as everyone chimed in. “Besides, when’s the last time you got to go out and just have fun?”
“Well, I guess with the pandemic-”
“Exactly, so,” Sapnap butted in, wrapping his arms around yours and Karls’ necks. “Let’s get our party onnn~”
This led you to now, bodies moving against one another to the thrumming beat. Drinks spilled, spit, and thrown around your small group - you sat snug next to Charlie and Karl, laughing at Sapnap and Luke as they tried to arm wrestle one another, knocking into the table and causing their drinks to tussle around.
“You’re gonna spill your-” Charlie tried to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. “Drinks.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with a tired smile.
“Luke! Sap! You boys are going to give Charlie a heart attack,” you giggled as Luke turned towards you, a dopey smile on his lips. He looked towards you as Sap rolled his eyes, grabbing Luke’s drink and sipping from it.
“Oh, come on, it’s fun!”
“Y/N, come sit by me,” Luke smirked as you arched a brow, scooting closer and jumping as he slung one of his arms over your shoulders, dragging you into his lap. You could feel your pulse rise as heat slithered up your throat, dusting your cheeks as he maneuvered his face to rest against your shoulder.
The others looked at your pair with shock covering their features. Sapnap was fighting back laughter, Karl sat in shock at how Luke was comfortably resting against your jugular, Charlie was smirking. They all knew about the crushes you held for one another, so this..? This is something that they’ll never let Luke live down, especially since it’s the first move he’s attempted with you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart about to explode in your chest when you felt Luke’s lips press soft kisses against your thundering pulse, moving up towards your ear and pressing gentle kisses beneath your lobe, sighing. “Y’know, you’re the prettiest pet I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled against your heated skin, causing you to shiver. “So pretty, so warm,” his voice trailed as his hand slithered around your waist, holding you against his chest while his blunt nails dragged across your upper thigh. “Fucking hot.”
“Luke, dude,” Sapnap caught his attention, sliding a glass of water towards you two. “You may wanna drink this before you do something you’d regret.” Luke frowned at the glass, turning away from it and snuggling his face further into your nape, littering kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.
“Don’t want it.”
“Luke, drink some of it, please,” your voice slightly shook as you cleared your throat, grabbing the glass and pushing Luke’s head away from your neck, holding it to his lips as he hummed, taking large drinks as you grinned, moving it away when his head found its’ spot back on your shoulder. Karl was quick to pull out his phone, taking pictures as you rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t keep the smile at bay.
Ever since you met Luke, your crush for him had grown, but who were you to try and tie him down when he had so many choices of women to date. They were always chasing for his attention, fighting for a chance to date and gain bragging rights about having gone to bed with Luke.. Whoever got to lay next to him would never shut up.
“Alright, who’s taking him home?” Karl looked between the others. Charlie and Sapnap averted their eyes, turning away or looking down into their drinks. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, moving from the booth as Luke whined, following after you.
“I can take him with me-”
“Are you sure? Drunk Luke can be.. A handful.” Sapnap chuckled, having Luke lean against him as you nodded, moving to Luke’s other side and pressing yourself into his side with a small smile. “I think I can handle him.”
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“Okay, Luke, I need you to step up and to the left-” you stopped when Luke leaned further into you, causing you to grunt. “Your other left, Blondie.” You fought back the smile as you helped him up your front stairs and into your apartment, holding him close as you leaned him further into you, attempting to detangle your house keys.
You inhaled when Luke’s face pressed further into your skin, pressing open mouth kisses across your throat as you choked back a moan. His teeth ran up your pulse, nipping at your skin before stopping below your ear, gently sucking at the skin as a shaking gasp ran through you. “Luke-” You craned your head back, attempting to soothe the throbbing between your legs as he blinked, focusing on your face with glossy eyes.
“I’msosorry,” his words slurred together as he turned his attention towards the steps, you swallowed thickly before finally finding your key and helping him inside. Maneuvering him towards the couch, you sat him down with a huff, clearing your throat. You stared at him as he looked around, taking in your living room.
With how he was acting, and with how much liquor you witnessed his intake, you knew he would be in pain tomorrow if you couldn’t help it. You turned on your heel, only to be tugged to a stop. “Wait, I didn’t.. I just thought..” His words stumbled and seemed to just drip from his lips, you kneeled in front of him, holding his face in both hands with a kind smile.
“Punzy, it’s okay, I’ll be right back,” you leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. Stepping back, you watched as his shoulders sank, tension melting away as you moved quickly towards the kitchen, gathering a few snacks and a bottle of water to help sober Luke up faster, even snatching a bottle of Tylenol as you moved back into the living room.
“Here, eat this,” you handed him the small square of crackers. “Drink this,” you sat the water bottle on the coffee table in front of him. “Take two of these when you’re done eating.” You sat the medicine next to the bottle before flopping onto the couch next to him, leaning against the back as you watched him unwrap the crackers and eat a few. You couldn’t help but grin as he sighed happily.
“Y’know,” you paused, reaching up and twirling a bit of his hair around your index, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You’re really flirty as a drunk.”
“I’m not.. This is tipsy.” He murmured in between bites before reaching forward and gulping down some of the water. You couldn’t help but smirk, he’s definitely gonna feel this in the morning.
“Mhmm, I don’t know how your girlfriend-”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“But if you did, she’d worry about you.” You muttered, dropping the strand of hair as he turned towards you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and… Your lips.
“She wouldn’t have to worry about me,”
“How’s that?” Your voice barely passed your tongue as he turned towards you, sitting everything onto the table as he grabbed one of your hands gently.
“Because I’d be at home with her. Cuddling in bed, shitting on Sapnap in Valorant, watching TV or movies together,” he paused with a chuckle. “Burning food and having a freakout ‘cause everything is smoky now.”
“That happened once,”
“But I never said it was you..” He whispered, his face closer to your own, a puff of warm breath fanning across your lips as you sighed, your eyes flickering before swallowing thickly.
“But maybe I wish it was me..” You mumbled, leaning in as your lips collided. Luke leaned closer, one of his hands sliding up your arm and wrapping gently around your nape, tangling his fingers in your hair.
“Come closer,” he huffed, tugging you into his lap while your lips moved feverishly together. You wrapped your arms around his neck, caressing the back of his head as you tugged on his blonde strands causing him to moan into your mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” You shakingly moaned out as his lips moved down your neck, finding your sweet spot from earlier exploration. His hand tugged your neck to the side, exposing it more to him as he nibbled and sucked along your drumming pulse, causing you to squirm in his lap.
“Grind against me. Fucking use my thigh.” You moaned again as you slowly dragged your hips back and forth against his crotch, feeling his cock strained against his jeans.
“Oh, fuck, Luke, please,” you huffed again, your free hand wiggling between your bodies, tugging on the bottom of your shirt, only for him to grab your wrist, panting against your shoulder.
“Luke, please-”
“Tell me you want this..”
“What-”
“Tell me you want this and that when we wake up together tomorrow morning you won’t regret this.. Look me in the eyes and tell me that.” You blinked as Luke stared into your eyes, his own pleading for you to say you wouldn’t. Not that you would ever..
“I want you. Fuck, I want you and I’ll never regret it, Luke, please.” His lips broke into a small smile, licking them over before smashing them back into yours.
You tugged your shirt over your body, shuddering as the icy air wrapped around your body as Punz’s hands slithered down your back, stopping to snap your bras’ strap against your goosebump littered skin. “You’re so sensitive, love..” His voice dropped as the material fell away from your body. Your gasp melted into a moan as his lips latched around one of your nipples, caressing it with his tongue while one of his hands kneaded your other breast.
“I need more, please, just..”
“Just what, doll? What else do you need?” The tip of his tongue swirled around your other nipple, causing another shiver to run up your spine. You leaned back, tugging his hair to where you could see his lust-filled eyes. With the pounding of your heart deafening you, you flicked the tip of your tongue over your lips before almost gasping out.
“I want you to fuck me, Punz.”
His body suddenly moved a mile a minute. His shirt abandoned to the carpet while his hands fiddled with your jeans’ buttons, grunting as he finally released them and worked them down your thighs, moaning quietly as they got caught. Throwing them out of sight, he glanced down with a loud, toe-curling moan as he noticed the wet spot forming on your underwear. Luke’s fingers grazed the fabric, causing you to gasp and jump away but also arch into the relief offered to you.
“All this for me, sweetheart?” His voice teased as he nipped your ear, causing you to moan against his throat. He tugged on the fabric until a low rip came from them, peeling them easily from your body as you choked out a moan.
“Luke, get the fuck out of those jeans and-” You gasped as your back collided with the cushions. Punz sat above you, a smirk on his lips as one hand helped him hover above you, the other worked his jeans and boxers off, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach.
“Careful what you wish for, Princess,” he leaned down, smashing your lips together as he dragged his nails along your stomach, across the top of your thigh, and pressed two fingers against your clit making you jump and try to squeeze your legs close; Luke’s thigh held them open as his fingers moved and pinched at your bundle of nerves.
As your back arched into his chest, his middle and ring fingers slowly moved into your entrance, his thumb keeping a steady circle on your clit. Thrusting his fingers steadily, his thumb moved quickly against your clit as your thighs began to tremble, curling your fingers around the couchs’ cushion as you attempted to grab his wrist, to slow him down. Luke just scoffed at you as your moans became nothing but little huffs and shattered moans when you saw a white flash behind your eyes. You quivered and shook as Luke sat back, his cock now presented to you as you huffed, blissfully watching as he took his fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste.
“Fuck, you taste as good as you look,” he licked his lips, moving to where his thighs held your legs back open, grasping his cock and teasing your clit with it. Each slap caused a tremble to move through you, a moan following as his tip grazed between your folds, collecting your wetness.
Luke leaned forward, one hand grasping the arm of the couch while his elbow rested next to your head. His lips pressed tightly to yours as he slowly inserted his cock.
You broke the kiss, turning your head to the side as a whimper-like moan escaped you. He stopped, pressing his nose to your thundering pulse, pressing butterfly-like kisses against your neck.
“Shh, sh, it’s okay, I got you, baby.. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ well for me.” He praised into your jawline, peppering kisses across it as he gently rocked his hips into yours; filling you up as you arched further into him.
“God, you’re.. You’re so big,”
“You can take it, honey, I know you can.” You both moaned as he gave a final thrust, bottoming out. You could feel your walls pulsating around him, your thighs twitching and trembling as moaned, his shoulders shaking as he lifted his face up, staring at you.
“You say when, baby. You tell me when you’re ready for me to-“
You moved your hips against him. His eyes snapped shut as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, causing you to moan with a whimper.
“Move. Fucking Punz, please.” You couldn’t help but plead for him to move. The sinking feeling of his cock became too much.
His thrust started small, but firm. Slowly, they became deep, hard thrust; moving you against the soft cushion beneath you. Each thrust erupted a pant-like moan from your throat, each movement had you wanting more.
Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Luke’s chain dangling in front of you. Glancing at his face, his eyes were screwed shut as you bite your lip. The gold glittered in your eye as you slowly leaned forward, catching it between your teeth and giving it a light tug.
Luke’s eyes snapped open as you held the chain between your teeth, almost smirking as he allowed a deep, grunty moan to escape his throat.
He leaned further into your body, the chain sat on top of your lips, some still between your teeth when he began to thrust harder into you.
His tip kissed your cervix as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he couldn’t keep the smirk off of his lips. Moaning happily into your ear as he pressed his nose against your crown, pressing light kisses across your sweaty hairline before he nipped at your lobe.
“Give me what I want, Y/N. Cum for me.” He grunted into your ear as you quaked, your thighs shaking against his own while your hands shot up, wrapping around his neck.
Luke moaned heavenly into your cheek, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and with a final hard thrust, his cum filled you. Huffing against one another’s cheeks, you pressed light kisses across his face while one of his hands played with your hair, twirling it.
“So..” You hummed as he chuckled.
“That happened.”
“Mhmm, and you swore you wouldn’t regret it-“
“It’s not that, I just.. I owe Dream five bucks.” You giggled as Punz sat up, staring at you with wide eyes.
“You did not bet on us having sex.”
“Not on the sex part, just.. Us confessing after you drank tonight.” You shrugged gently as he scoffed, pinching your nose as you snorted, batting away his hands.
“There’s no way you bet on us..”
“We can call Dream later and you can ask. Not my fault alcohol is truth serum to you,” you muttered, yawning before groaning as Luke slowly sat up and pulled out, a low moan leaving him as he watched your mixed cums leak out of your twitching hole.
“But after we nap.”
“I gotta clean you-“
“Shut. Up. And nap.” You hissed, pulling him back down by his neck.
“You’re gross.” He rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your head as you sighed, closing your eyes.
“You love me.”
“That I do.. Goodnight, babe.”
“Goodnight, Lukey.” You giggled as he flicked your ear, making you jump.
“That’s not sticking around.” He grunted, closing his eyes as you smiled.
but anyway DSMP shit posts !!! We’re on a Punz grind for rn
So, kinda shaggy haired punz ??? you’d be able to spend hours playing with this man’s hair. Twisting it, fluffing/shaking it, braiding it, making him wear in a man bun at least twice but those pics will forever stay in your ‘your eyes only’
he flicks your shoulder to get your attention. idk he just … he thinks it’s funny cause you jump and try to beat tf outta him ☺️
could die happy if he sees you wearing his hoodie, boxers, or caps. i’m talking simp of the century baby - has pictures of you in all of them and gushes about how he has the “most perfect photo” of you to chat and they beg to see it but he denies it cause you’re his duh.
matching. rings. duh.
and ofc with matching rings you HAVE to have matching nails - hell, maybe you were the one who got him into painting his nails, hella cool btw
in the back of my mind, I pray this man knows how to cook but ik damn well.. But y’all would try your hardest to make cute at-home dates and cook a meal together but half the time you end up getting take out (which is chill, it’s still fun/cute)
posts you 100% if the time, he tries to keep his personal life private but man you’re his baby, he’s gotta show you off <3 instagram stories/pics, twitter threads, gushing about you on stream - he’s just proud to call you his
and lastly…
if you play Valorant with him, he lets you main Jett. who he is very, very passionate about maiming half the time so consider yourself blessed my guy
i hope to make a few more shit posts before work takes over my life again, but until then have a beautiful day ~ JJ
Warnings; Use of Punz’s real name, sex, cursing, feminine anatomy used
This was requested by anon, so I hope you find this and enjoy it! It was definitely nice to get a request after so long, plus it helped me get a little bit back into writing, so I deeply apologize if this isn’t the best </3
Minors.. Get out <3 ty
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“I can’t believe you!” You pressed yourself closer to Luke, nuzzling your nose into his neck as he chuckled. “What? Only the best for my baby, besides it’s our first official couple Valentine’s I had to set the bar.”
You swore the grin on his face was permanent. The day had been perfect - romantic breakfast in bed, showering together, getting lunch with a few of his friends and their dates, hell for dinner Luke had rented out a restaurant for us to enjoy. And who could forget the larger than life bouquet of white roses?
“I’m almost worried to see how next year will go,” you smirked as he rolled his eyes, opening the front door to your shared home. Kicking off your shoes, you moved towards the kitchen and began to prep the roses for a few vases - maybe next year you’ll have to tell him to get a smaller thing of flowers.
You sighed as Luke’s arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to lean into his chest. The house was quiet besides the snipping of the roses’ ends and your shared shallow breathing. A shiver ran up your back as Luke’s chilled hands snuck up your shirt, rubbing his thumb across your skin.
“Y’know, there’s still one surprise,” he murmured against your neck, pressing careful kisses before you sat down the scissors and roses, spinning in his arms.
“Luke, no more gifts! You’ve already proved yourself to be sweet, romantic, loving - I feel loved out almost,” you laughed as he smirked. His arms suddenly lifted you up, hugging your legs as you rested on top of his shoulder.
“Then,” he paused, scooting open your bedroom door before dropping you onto the comforter with a bounce. “Let me refill the love tank.”
“Bad innuendo,” you smirked as he rolled his eyes, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. They still tasted sweet from the dessert you shared at dinner. You both crawled further onto the bed, your lips still attached as he began to strip out of his shirt, slow and teasingly. You easily followed, unbuttoning your clothes and tossing them off to the floor - a trap and worry for tomorrow.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighed against your cheek, pressing lighter kisses across your cheek, the tip of your nose, against your temple, before moving down to your neck once more; nipping and nibbling as you sighed happily, melting against his chest.
“So perfect for me, my sweet little honey,” his soft murmurs mixed with his lips sucking at your pulse caused a soft moan, making him grin devilishly against your throat. “Go ahead, baby, let me hear your pretty noises. Can you do that for me?” He moved further down your chest, pressing open mouth kisses in his wake, only to stop and press a gentle kiss to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. A gasp and squeak-like moan left your parted lips as you reached up, threading your fingers through his blonde hair and giving a tug; a vibrating moan escaped him.
“Fuck me.” You murmured into the air as he released your nipple with pop, grinning as he moved back up, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.
“I plan on it, darling.”
You gasped as his thumb suddenly pressed against your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves gently as you felt your toes twitch. Spreading your legs wider, Luke moved further down as you felt your cunt twitch. Pulling his thumb back, he licked his lips between leaning forward, keeping his eyes focused on your face as he licked a thick strip up. Smirking against your glistening cunt, twirling the tip of his tongue against your clit causing another shake to move through you.
“Fuck Luke, please,” you whimpered as he moved his mouth against you, teasing his tongue in and out, swiping it across your folds pressing himself further into you as you sighed, broken moans escaping you as you gripped the sheets beneath you. Luke reached up, wrapping his arms around your thighs when he felt your body attempt to move back, away from the pleasure.
“I’m still eating, baby.” He practically growled against you, tugging you back into him as he dove back in. His thumb reached down and pressed against your clit while his tongue teased your entrance. Your thighs shook as you arched off the bed, curling your toes as your thighs tried to clamp around Luke’s head, only to be pulled back as he ate you like he was starving. A shattered moan rippled through you as you came, crying out as he continued to eat you through your orgasm, licking and sucking you dry.
Your body fell back against the bed as Luke sat up, grinning as you glanced at him, feeling your cheeks flush at the sight of your wetness smeared across his lips and glistening on the tip of his nose. “Y’know,” he paused, crawling back up to your face as you reached up, slinging your arm over his neck as you hummed at him. “I’ll never get over how you taste,” he pressed his lips against yours. The taste of yourself mixed with his lips made you shutter, sighing against him as you rolled your hips up into his.
“I’ll never get over feeling you.” You smiled before pressing your lips against his jaw, threading your fingers through his hair before reaching down and grabbing his dick, swiping your thumb over the leaking tip. He groaned before reaching down, covering your hand with his own before pressing his tip against your clit, causing your head to fall back.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured, pressing butterfly kisses against your crown. You nodded, leaning your head up and pressing open-mouth kisses against his collarbone as he looked down, gently pressing his cock into your entrance, eyeing your expressions as you shuddered against him.
“You’re doing so well baby,” pressing more kisses across your face as he pressed further into you, moaning as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer as he bottomed out. Your moans mixed with his groans, he dropped to his elbow while his other hand snaked beneath you, making you arch into him.
“So pretty, so fucking perfect for me,” he whispered more praises into your ear as he began to thrust into you, holding you close as you began to move together. His thrust started slowly yet firm as you wrapped both arms around his neck as he sat up, lifting you into his lap wrapping his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him as he thrust up into you.
“Luke, Luke, please, you’re so good-” you moaned into his throat, threading your hands through his hair as you jumped with each thrust, pressing open kisses up his jaw and sucking the skin beneath his ear. “Ah, shit, Y/N, please,” Luke groaned, pressing his cheek against yours, a deep moan leaving his throat as you turn, biting his bottom lip with a moan. Pulling it back with a snap before you tilted your head back, staring at your boyfriend with a lust drunken state.
“Come on, Punz, ah fuck,” you huffed, licking your lips. His thrusts began to pick up, his thighs twitching beneath your own as you tried to match his thrust, whimpering as he held onto you tighter, you could feel his blunt nails dig into your sides as his grip tightened. You felt your walls twitch at the feeling. “Cum for me. Cum inside me.” You tugged his head back, causing a throaty moan to escape him. His nails dig deeper into you, forcing a whimper-like moan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luke chanted as he held you against his lap, huffing as his cock twitched inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moaned as you came from the feeling of his cum filling you. His hips gently rutting against you, helping you both through your orgasms, panting against one another’s ears.
“I love you so much, baby, like.. Fuck,” Luke huffed as he leaned you back, caressing the back of your neck as you collided with the pillow. “How’d I get so lucky with you, huh?” You chuckled as you dropped your hands from his hair, caressing his face while rubbing your thumb across his cheeks, smiling up at him.
“I think I got lucky with you, baby.” You shuddered as he slowly pulled out, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before standing from the bed and moving towards the bathroom, leaving you to bask in the afterglow. Closing your eyes, you sighed.
Valentine’s Day had always been something of heartache and brought bittersweet memories until you met Luke. You had met through Sapnap, and when he learned you shared the same hate for the day of romance, you made it a tradition to spend it together either playing video games until your eyes were sore, or him coming over and you both digging into chocolates and take out. He turned your once bittersweet holiday into one that you now looked forward to.
“Baby,” you opened your eyes as Luke knelt over you, boxers already adorning him as he gently wiped away whatever remained from your session. Shushing you gently as you twitched away, once done throwing the rag towards the bathroom, causing you to flinch as it made a wet splat sound.
“Seriously?” You groaned as he shrugged, grabbing a pair of his boxers and a hoodie and gently tugging them onto your twitching body.
“It’s a problem for tomorrow,” he murmured, climbing into bed with you grasping your waist and tugging you into his side with a content sigh. “You say that until you slip on it on your way to the shower, babe.”
“At least I know you’ll kiss it better,” he smirked, pressing a long, chaste kiss to your temple. He chuckled as you glanced at him, trying to hold back your own grin. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing,”
“Nooo, tell me, you have that look,”
“What,”
“You have a look! Just tell me, weirdo,” you rolled your eyes, setting your chin on his chest as he hummed.
“Even with you here, I still hate Valentine’s Day,” he tilted his head towards you, grinning as you snorted, rolling your eyes.
“‘Cause, it’s a cheesy holiday for make-up sex and cheesy romcoms.” You stated matter-of-factly, a small yawn leaving you as he chuckled, shrugging. He moved his hand, caressing your neck, rubbing his thumb in circles.
“Yeah, that but.. I guess it’s alright now that I have you. You make it sweeter than chocolate, lovely,”
“Shut it, you cheesy bastard, go to sleep, and if those roses are wilted in the morning, I want some new ones.” You growled, teasingly as he rolled his eyes, flicking the top of your shoulder before you both sighed, nuzzled into one another before drifting to sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed it! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, so I hope this is good lmao <3
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!!
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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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 (:
!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 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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Thank you for reading. I will be taking a small break from Vilbur and reader, as to not burn myself out. Let me know if you have any requests I don’t bite!
!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.
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.
