i really want to read some coool fics from you guys and i know some of you are writers just like i am, or maybe you want to start writing, so here’s my writing contest! (even if it isnt really a contest, just something you all can participate in)

all you have to do is tag me in the fic, 

send me an ask that you wrote a fic with the prompt you chose, 

and have #idas writing contest in the tags! 

maybe you’ll get a reblog who knows i just wanna read sum stuff

꒰ rules ꒱

- has to be a new fic 

- no smut please thank youu

- has to be posted before 22nd saturday 2022, latest 0:00 am

- you can write fics for people in my masterlist (mcyt, hp characters (also marauders era included), encanto characters, and timothee chalamet)

꒰ prompts - creds to @novelbear꒱

• pulling the other into random hugs
• kissing the top of their lovers’ head
• brushing back the hair covering their partners’ face while they’re asleep
• coming over without warning and bringing their favorite meal when they’re having a bad day
• calling them just to tell them how much you miss them
• complimenting them at the most random of times
• peppering them with kisses because they’re just too cute
• giving them a massage because they look tense
• buying them their favorite snack when you find it in a store
• buying them a random item they’ve wanted, even if its not for a special occasion
• covering them with a blanket + turning the lights off when they fall asleep on the couch
• going out at 3 AM to buy bandaids and antibiotics because their partner had somehow scraped their knee
• decorating the house with streamers and balloons for their partners’ birthday
• kissing their lover on the cheek
• giving them a back hug and simply holding them
• slightly pulling them back if something falls near them
• kissing the back of their hand
• grabbing their hands when they get cold to help warm them up
• texting their partner pictures everytime they see something that reminds them of them
• squishing their partners’ cheeks
• sending/giving them money for lunch or another event
• singing to their lover softly
• smiling at their lover
• lots of flying kisses
• “i love you” texts

Trick-or-treat <3

Just a bunch of lil’ idea’s about spending halloween with mcyts :D

Happy halloween !! <3

Pairings: bench trio x reader (platonic), dreamteam x reader (platonic)

Pronouns: they/them

Genre: fluff :]

Summary: halloween with ur fav boys ^^

Warnings: mentions of jumpscares ? a few cuss words, one inappropriate joke

Bench trio

-omg Halloween would be so much fun

- c o s t u m e c o m p e t i t i o n

- First of all, you cant tell me Tommy wouldn’t get mighty competitive with costumes

- he still looks a lil’ dumb <3

- Ranboo comes in his own cosplay-

- Tubbo literally b e g s you to help him prank Ranboo

- So y'all go and hide some stupid pop up toy outside his door

- He doesn’t get scared

- Tubbo still finds it hilarious

- You guys all go trick-or-treating because who cares about age

- too old to go trick-or-treating? says who

- obviously not tubbo because he is very persistent on the idea of going trick-or-treating

- and so you guys all put on costumes with masks, just to try make sure nobody recognizes you, and go out door-to-door knocking, trying to hold in laughter at the reactions of the people inside expecting some small kid or young teenager and being faced with 6'6 ranboo.

- As soon as they shut the door you all burst out in fits of laughter

- you and ranboo take everyone else’s candy

- commence you two hiding in a tiny cupboard eating all the best candy you can find in your stash

- tommy and tubbo standing outside waiting for you guys to come out to scare you

- they succeed

-tbh the rest of halloween is spent just tryna prank eachother

- 10/10

- if instead of trick or treating you guys decide to stay in and watch horror movies

- i apologize for your ears

- tubbo on one end of the couch, laughing at all the scary scenes and making dumb jokes about it

- ranboo just tryna watch the movie

- Tommy screaming at literally everything

- its chaos

- but hey, it was probably one of your favorite nights of the year :]

Dream Team

- You guys didnt tell the fans.

- then you just randomly post some photos of you four in costumes and twitter FREAKS out

- step one to breaking the internet tbh

- you all go to dream and sapnaps house

-omg omg omg dream goes so over-the-top with it

- but in the best way possible

- he decorates the whole house

- makes a massive blanket fort surrounding his TV

- PATCHES

-patches gets put in a halloween costume but she HATES it so you eventually take it off after a few photos

- *insert dramatic queen patches acting like she just got murdered so you give her cuddles*

- george doesn’t care too much for halloween but seeing his friends all be so excited really puts him in the spirit.

- lets be real george probably wears an among us costume and thinks he’s the funniest man alive smh

- okay dream puts a lot of effort into his costume

- if you really wanted to, eveyone cosplays their dsmp! character

- this would make for the coolest photo shoot

- you and dream bake a whole bunch of really cool treats

- george and sapnap are probably goofing off somewhere annoying patches

- eventually you guys all go on a movie marathon

- watching all the classic slasher movies

- if you get scared easily get ready to be relentlessly teased by these boys

- except for sapnap

- sapnap is hiding his face through half the movie

- sapnap will hold your hand with the excuse of “you look scared” but everyone knows he is just doing it because he hates horror movies and needs comfort

- if you like horror movies you get two options

1. join in teasing sapnap

2. scold the others for being mean to poor lil sappy nappy </3

- literally so much fun

- tbh you guys dont even eat dinner, just snack on candy and the little sweets you and dream baked

- okay you guys would definitely carve pumpkins

- by the end of it pumpkin guts are everywhere

- sapnap probably raged somewhere along the way and now his poor pumpkin is very ugly </3

- george goes for something way too ambitious

- probably says he’s gonna draw dream

- makes it really ugly

- dream actually tries

- his is either a normal jack-o-lantern or its his smiley face

- gotta stay on brand

- honestly so much fun

-you guys probably dont sleep that night

- very tired the next day

- but overall worth it

I cant think of anything to write pls gimme requests <3

He promised…

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

!TW! Character death !TW!

600+ words

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

Tubbos’s POV

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

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3rd POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tubbo’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He just lost someone very close to him,”

“Did he lose his chicken?”

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

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Third POV

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

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

The dreamscape.

Vilbur and Reader pt. 6

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

Hope you enjoy <3

Art credit to: @elevenshaze on twt

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Tubbo’s POV

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

-entering the dream state-

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

“Hey, big man?”

“Yeah what’s up?” Tommy answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ranboo’s POV

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

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3rd person POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Niki’s POV

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

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

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

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

“HUH! Since when?”

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

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

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Tommy’s POV

-entering the dream state-

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

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

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

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

“Y/n? Where are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-entering dreamscape-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n would you stay with me?”

“Of course my pupil.”

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

It all comes together. Vilbur and Reader pt 5

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

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

Ranboo’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok bye bye Papa.”

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

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Michaels POV

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

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3rd Person POV

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

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

“Hello,” Techno says.

“Hey mate what’s up.” Phil chimes in

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two look at each other briefly before walking in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Y/n’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

Have fun!

Sneak peak to what will be happening in the tags!

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Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]

A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lord Billiam III (Technoblade):

• You are one of his many employees at the estate.
• You were an orphan that was brought (bought) by his parents to serve at the estate since their servants kept dying or leaving.
• Growing up you were taught how to do household chores by the older servants.
• Seeing as you are in the same age range as their son, your masters decided to make you his personal servant.
• With how Billiam grew up into an adult, I would assume that he was taught this during his childhood.
• His parents were very critical of the social divide between you and their son.
• You never forgot the reminders that you were nothing compared to them.
• Billiam kept the act his parents wanted whenever he interacted with you in front of them.
• But he was always kind and gentle with you compared to the other servants even his parents weren’t present.
• He taught you how to read and write, leaving you with his favorite books whenever he had business to attend.
• He loved when you ran to him to ask something about the book that you couldn’t understand, or when you didn’t know what a word meant.
• This went on for years until his parents caught you in his room reading while he wrote at his study.
• He heard them start screaming profanity at you and he ran into his room to see you being dragged by the hair outside.
• He walked forward to help you but his father told him to stay because they had to deal with the “filth”.
• Months went by without him hearing or seeing you. He assumed the worst, his parents had you killed.
• During the period, he refused to have another servant but you.
• He acted out against his parents’ orders and started on his path to independence.
• He focused on his studies and work so that he could take over the family business and lands so that he can find you.
• After a long time, he finally saw you again.
• This was when he stayed up late due to managing some family matters and he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.
• There you were, in the servant’s clothes, on your knees and wiping the floor clean.
• “Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to you.
• After you heard him you stood up and took a deep bow. “I apologize for disturbing you my lord, I shall leave immediately.”
• He had no time to stop you from taking the cleaning supplies and booking it downstairs.
• Every future instance where he tried to talk to you was met with profuse apologizing and leaving.
• He eventually gave up on interacting with you, as in the few moments that you do, you make it clear you don’t want anything to do with him.
• Without his anchor, his tether that kept him humane, he was consumed by the snobbish teachings of the aristocracy.
• When his parents finally died, Billiam became the sole owner of the many properties and subsidiaries his parents’ managed.
• His cruelty knew no bounds, severely punishing servants who made a slight mistake. Servants…except you.
• When the heir became the lord, you had become appointed as the head servant of the estate, in charge of managing and teaching the staff to serve.
• Servants would notice the tense air that hung when you and their employer would interact, the casual reports on the happenings at the estate, servants being laid off for mistakes, etc.
• The first time you two had conversed without the awkwardness is when a deal he wanted to secure fell through. He was livid, destroying everything in his quarters.
• Knowing that any miniscule slight while Billiam was furious would result in severe punishment, you took it upon yourself to fix the room. Deciding to spare the other servants from possible suffering.
• When the noise of glass being thrown, tables being flipped, and paintings being torn had ceased, you decided to enter the room and tend to your lord.
• Billiam stood by his overturned desk. Shards of glass from the decorations he threw stuck in his bleeding hand. 
• “My lord you are injured, please allow me to tend to your wounds.” he tensed after hearing your voice call out to him. 
• Turning around he observed the wreckage that he caused, his eyes stopping on your figure holding a rag and setting down a basin of water on the ground.
• The room grew silent as you were crouched down and tending to Billiam, no sound threatened to escape from either of you. 
• When you finished picking out the shards and cleaning the wounds you stood up with the basin, now colored red, to leave the room when he grabbed your hand “Stop.”
• Complying, you stopped in your tracks and faced him. “Yes my lord?”
• “I-I…” he clenched his fists, trying to find the right words to tell you.
• His mind cleared, he knew what he needed first from you. “I command you to tell me why you were and have been avoiding me!” he shouts, raising his voice.
• You sigh, eyes drifting to stare at the floor as your lips open to answer. “It would be best to show you my lord.” you answer, setting down your things, you untie the affixes of your attire.
• With the last of the strings untied, you turn around and move your top to expose your back to him. 
• His mouth agape, he stared at the lashes on your back, the burn marks, the deep cuts. “Wha-”
• “It was your parents, my lord. They did not like it when they saw how close we were.” you added, beginning to fix yourself back up.
• You felt him crash into you, pulling you into a tight hug, as his breath fanned your nape. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you feel warm tears fall on your bare neck.
• You let him be open with his emotions, as the dam that kept all of the pain in for the past years cracks and floods out. You hear him mumble apology after apology to you.
• When his tears falter, you turn around and pull him into a hug. Tangling your hand in his hair and nudging his head into your neck to comfort him.
• “Don’t apologize for feeling what you feel.”
• His breath hitches as you continue speaking.
• “And don’t apologize for loving me.”
• That night was spent with Billiam being in your arms as he had wanted to be for years, finally feeling the warmth he did when you were both young.
• The next day, your belongings were being moved by the servants outside of your quarters. Under orders from Lord Billiam they answered when you questioned why.
• “You will no longer be the head servant, (Y/N).” Billiam stated as he walked towards you accompanied by three maids.
• “From now on you shall be mine, the spouse of Lord Billiam III.” he smirked, holding out a hand for you.
• You reach out and grab his hand “Yes, my lord.”

Ranbutler (Ranboo):

• A fellow servant under the employ of Lord Billiam III.
• The both of you were employed on the same day, as your new master needed more servants to manage the happenings around his vast estate.
• Ranboo had no time to introduce himself to you as work was immediately shoved upon his shoulders, he would be acting as the personal servant at the side of Lord Billiam.
• You, meanwhile, were in charge of managing the storehouse and making sure everything your master needed was in stock.
• Life…is hard when serving under an aristocrat, more so under Lord Billiam. 
• He was very critical of everything and all he does is done with utmost perfection. Failure wasn’t allowed at his manor.
• Thankfully, you were able to adjust easily to your job. Taking walks around the estate to question the denizens of the necessities which were needed. Being able to pick out the most affordable but high quality items.
• Which lead to you being one of the few that did not catch the ire of your master. He had even given a sarcastic statement which sounded like a compliment? You were unsure if he was capable of complimenting a mere servant.
• When Lord Billiam needed to attend to business away from the city, he left Ranboo in charge of acting in his stead, as one of his closest aides.
• Most of the servants breathed a collective sigh of relief when the carriages, carrying your master, had left the confines of the property.
• The few servants that stood by the side and watched the others silently knew something.
• They couldn’t slack just because he wasn’t here. Lord Billiam has eyes and ears everywhere, so slacking off was something never to be done.
• From the corner of your eye, you could see Ranboo walk and stand beside you. “Lord Billiam wants stocks of wine and other refreshments to be present in the cellar by the time he arrives. He specifically instructed to only procure the best, so do not worry about the cost.”
• You nod and continue watching the rambunctious bunch of servants. “Of course. I assume Lord Billiam instructed you about that?” you question.
• He gives a slight nod and turns to walk back inside the manor leaving you.
• The next day, most of the servants had taken it upon themselves to have fun while doing their job. The cooks used ingredients to cook meals for themselves, the cleaners allowing dust and dirt to gather on the furniture.
• You took your daily stroll around the place, taking mental notes of whatever the servants you crossed paths with were doing. 
• Absentmindedly you bumped into someone’s chest and mumbled a quick “Sorry.”
• Looking up you came faced with the trusted aide of your lord. “Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?” he invited, gesturing to the direction of the balcony.
• You raise a brow and begin walking with him towards the balcony. In your mind you wonder what his plans may be, knowing Lord Billiam must have trusted him with that.
• Arriving at the balcony a gentle breeze blew through your hair as you looked at the table in front of you. An assortment of treats and sweets were laid out, a pot of tea with two cups and saucers present as well.
• Ranboo walked to one of the chairs and pulled it out, gesturing for you to take a seat. When you did, he walked to his own and began pouring the hot beverage. 
• The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being heard were the chirping of the birds that flew overhead. 
• “So…I presume that you are on the same orders as I am?” you break the silence, taking a sip from your cup and staring at him for an answer.
• He nods. “Sir Billiam has entrusted me with this job and I must fulfill it dutifully. You must understand so, (Y/N).” he grabs the pot and pours himself another cup. 
• “Yes…we must weed out the imperfections that our lord does not need.” you hum, staring at your reflection in the tea. “As our lord’s favored aids, you being publicly known, and I with the others being secret, must serve without fault.”
• Your eyes both held a dark gleam, staring at each other with understanding of your orders. “Well, I am thankful for the tea, but I must continue with my work.” you stand and set down your saucer. “I enjoyed our small discussion. I hope to speak with you more in the future, now excuse me.”
• The succeeding days were a blur, although your master was absent from the manor, there was still a backlog of work and duties which had to be done. Having to continue observing the other servants, managing deliveries and orders to and from the estate, and making sure your discussion with the butler was kept private.
• Oh yes, speaking of the butler. He would be at each of your turns, giving his insight on what sir Billiam would order and keeping the estate running. 
• You would catch him in the corner of your eye, staring at you from the shadows. Though this did not faze you as he was just following commands, as was you.
• When Lord Billiam III returned a week later all the servants stood outside to receive their Lord. They all stood firmly, heads bowing low, and no noise threatening to escape their lips. “Welcome back my Lord!” you all collectively shout.
• You and Ranboo stood at the head of the two lines. Lord Billiam began to stride towards the entrance when he stopped in his tracks. “You two, follow me.” he commanded and continued on his path.
• “Yes my lord.” you both answer, raising your heads and following him, keeping a suitable distance. 
• Arriving in front of the doors to his quarters, you both took steps forward and opened the double doors and bowing. You could feel the smirk that Sir Billiam held as he walked in, the two of you soon following and closing the doors.
• Taking a seat at his study, Billiam put his hands together and set his elbows on the table. “Now, give me a detailed report you two.” he ordered.
• You both nodded and gave detailed statements on what happened at the estate in the duration of his absence. Every mistake, every success, every mishap, everything. With him nodding to each explanation.
• “I knew picking you two as my personal aides wasn’t a mistake.” he chuckles. “Now leave, I have work to do.” he states, voice turning cold.
• In the morning, all the servants were gathered in the main hall. They whispered to one another, wondering about the sudden meeting.
• The noises stopped as soon as Lord Billiam stood at the head of the stairs overlooking the foyer, he was followed by two servants, the butler and you. 
• “Now, you may all be wondering why I have called you all at such an ungodly hour.” he stated, looking at the servants like ants. “It has come to my attention the problems my estate faces, with regards to all of you.” he continues, taking delight in the looks of fear that some held.
• “I hereby relieve you all of your duties, leave at once, I have no need for incompetents who slack around when they believe their master isn’t present.” he seethes, glaring at them, before turning and leaving the room.
• You and Ranboo glance at each other as you hear the servants cry, some panic, some running to sort out their departure. No matter, you thought, as the butler put a hand on your shoulder and nodded.
• He tugged your arm towards the balcony, a soft smile on his face. “Afternoon tea?”
• “I would be glad to have some, Mr. Butler.”

Lord James (Sapnap):

• You are a servant in service to Lord James’ family for a long period.
• You were present from the beginning of his marriage to his subsequent divorce. Acting as one of his wife’s personal servants, in charge of dressing her and tending to her beck and call.
• Having been assigned to her, you were well acquainted with Lord James. Being the one to inform him whenever your lady was unavailable.
• Though the first interaction between just you two, not involving or speaking about anyone else happened quite later.
• It happened after an argument with his wife, who promptly stormed out of the manor, leaving you with her husband. You felt awkward being left in the same room without your lady. 
• You were ready to walk out of the room when you suddenly heard him collapse as he began to sob. 
• You crouched down and held him up, comfortingly rubbing his back. You were about to speak when you were pulled into a hug, feeling tears fall on your shirt. 
• You stayed on the floor, letting James cry his heart out. You continued rubbing his back but stayed silent.
• Once his tears stopped flowing, you helped him stand and walk to his bed.
• Turning to leave the room, you were stopped when he grabbed your hand firmly. “Stay.” he softly spoke, tugging you towards the bed.
• “My lord, we can’t, what would my lady think-” you protested, worried for yourself and for him, already thinking of the scale of this scandal if word got out.
• “I just…want someone to hold me, please.” he pleaded, eyes downcast towards the floor. 
• You relented as he brought you into an embrace and pulled you into the bed. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.
• Within moments, he had fallen asleep, obviously emotionally drained with all the baggage he’d been carrying. You sigh, running a hand through his soft locks. He stirred in his sleep and moved his head closer to your hand.
• You stayed there for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you as well. Slowly, you were lulled to sleep with the sound of his breathing…
• Awakening, you rubbed your eyes, it was still dark outside possibly nearing daybreak you assumed. Turning your head, you saw Lord James. He still remained clung to your side like a babe.
• Although you wanted to stay in the comforts of the soft bed, one which could not be said for your own in the servants’ quarter, you decided to leave before his wife came upon the scene. 
• Slowly, you wrung the arm he was hugging from his grasp and stood up from the bed. Fixing your attire you saw as he stirred from his sleep, moving to search for the source of heat that moved away.
• You smiled, tugging the blankets over his figure and patting his head one last time before exiting the room.
• With a soft click of the door, you scanned the halls, it was empty. You breathed a sigh of relief, it was a good thing no one caught you at this time. You knew what people would assume if they had seen you, a lusty commoner ruins another marriage.
• You began your walk towards the servants’ shared quarters, the light of the moon passing through the window lighting your path. 
• James awoke the next day, with a blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing you did this. 
• He heard a knock at the door “My lord, breakfast has been served and my lady is looking for you.” a servant called out before the clacking of their shoes indicated they walked away.
• Sighing, he began to prepare himself for the day, grabbing a new tunic and fixing his disheveled appearance. 
• Arriving at the dining hall, he saw servants running around the place, placing plates and utensils on the table. Some were bringing out the food from the kitchens.
• Although his eyes drifted immediately to you. You were stood by his wife and listening to the orders she barked at you. With each command earning a nod of acknowledgement from you afterwards.
• With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you and turned to start her meal. You bowed and turned to exit the room when your eyes met James’. You stilled before casting your eyes to the floor and walking out of the hall.
• James understood it all too well, once being someone who laughed at the broken marriages of other nobles, caused by them falling prey to their servants’ temptation. He couldn’t laugh, now that he was one of them.
• He knew it was wrong though. He was already married, and had a duty to fulfill to his family and wife. While you? You were trying to survive in society, not wanting to be part of any drama.
• Snapping out of his trance when his wife called out to him, he sighed and took a seat at the table. Mind still focused on you.
• Even though he consummated the marriage and had children with her. His love and yearning for you never faltered. You were by her side every step of their marriage. You took turns with the nannies in watching the children, sometimes being left to care for them when James and his wife went on trips.
• Through the years you two did this careful dance. Feathery touches that drifted on your skin for moments before disappearing. Loving glances thrown at each other’s way. The soft tone of his voice when he spoke to you. Though others would think nothing of it, the two of you knew the fragile fantasy going on.
• A fragile fantasy that all came crashing down that day.
• Screaming could be heard throughout the whole manor, servants stayed quiet and steered away from the room, which you couldn’t really do.
• As the personal servant of Lord James’ wife, you stood by the sidelines as they threw words, insults, and the occasional object at each other in their rage.
• In her anger she threw one of the decorative stones on the nearby table. Lord James saw it and was able to jump out of the way.
• They both stopped when they heard it collide with something else. Turning around, he saw the stone on the floor with blood staining one side of it.
• You crouched down from the pain and put a hand on the side of your head, retracting it you could see the red color staining your skin. 
• “(Y/N)!” James shouted, running over to help you up when his wife cut in.
• “Don’t help that lowly servant! Pay attention to me you bastard! Do you think I wouldn’t notice?!” she shouted.
• James paid no mind to her as he caught you in his arms. You had passed out from the blood loss, and probably the concussion on your head.
• “Don’t think we aren’t done talking! You still haven’t answered me!” she continued to scream, though her words never reached his ears.
• Picking you up he turned and glared at her. “We’ll speak about this tomorrow.” he firmly stated, before walking out and bring you to an empty room so he can tend to you.
• You awoke with a headache, it was dark. Sitting up on the bed, you noticed you were one in the spare bedrooms and gripped your forehead as a stinging pain came. Right…you got hit by a rock.
• You jumped when you heard the door open. Turning you came faced with Lord James, the upper buttons of his shirt being undone and a hand running through his hair.
• He opened his eyes and met yours, then he scrambled towards you. “Are you okay? Is there still pain? Do you want me to call the physician?”
• “Please do not worry yourself over me my lord.” you answered, wanting to keep the formality of the situation. Standing up from the bed you put your hand over his, which was placed on the side of your head. 
• “I- uh yes.” he coughed, retracting his hand and putting them by his side. “I’m sorry about that, you didn’t need to get caught up in our argument.” 
• Your eyes widened, your lady must be looking for you right now. “Excuse me, my lord.” you stated in panic, patting yourself down to look presentable before running out of the room.
• “No need, she’s gone.” you heard James state as you stopped in your tracks. “Our divorce will be finalized in a few days, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me or you anymore.”
• Thoughts raced through your mind, does she know about the incident, what would happen to you if she did. Your breathing picked up as you stilled.
• James brought you into an embrace, your back hitting his chest as he dipped his head into the top of your head and inhaled. Your hair smelled lovely, comparable to that of other noble ladies. He shut the door, wanting to keep the privacy between you two.
• “My lord, we shouldn’t it isn’t proper.” you stated, keeping firm on the fact you wanted to preserve not only your reputation but more importantly his.
• “I don’t care.”
• “But what would others think?”
• “I don’t care.” he firmly stated, turning you around and pushing you against the wall.
• “For years I’ve kept these feelings inside and now that there isn’t anything stopping me, I can finally express these repressed emotions.” he continued.
• “I…I…-” he trailed.
• “I command you to love me!” he shouted. trapping you against the wall with his forehead touching your own. 
• You sigh in defeat and finally relent, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I already do, my lord.”

The great adventures of y/n tubbo jack and ranboo - relaxing with goats

this is part 15 to the great adventures series

an: i wrote this on my phone with auto caps off and my editor is too tired to edit so i apologise, i just wanted to get this out today :)

you were currently walking alongside jack the pair of you were on your way to visit Niki minx and Rhiannon to catch up and potentially stream, the pair of you hadn’t spent a lot of time with each other the past month as you had been focusing on streaming and coming up with back up plans just in case your career as a streamer came to an abrupt end.

“you’re paranoid l/n the people love you there’s no way they’d just leave you”

“well it’s always good to be prepared”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night what would you even do you don’t exactly have a lot of qualifications you said it yourself you don’t plan on going to university as you’re going to be a full-time content creator like your dear friends tubbo and ranboo”

“you sound jealous manifold and to answer your question I don’t know I’ll buy a couple of animals like goats and pigs maybe a cow for the fun of it and I’ll have a petting zoo, after all, some people pay to pet animals”

little did you know those words stuck with jack and that’s how a week later you got yourself into this situation, sat in the front seat next to jack playing a one-sided game of eye spy whilst josh tubbo and ranboo were doing god knows what in the back of the car. the only thing you had been told was to wear clothing you’re not too bothered about, keeping that in mind you wore Jack’s merch just to see his reaction.

“Are we there yet”

“y/n if you ask that one more time I will cry”

“is that so bo….are we there yet”

tubbo sat fake crying whilst ranboo sat trying to hide the fact he was laughing. half an hour later you were all at the farm, ranboo held you and tubbo back as the pair of you were excited to see the animals

“will you two behave we don’t even know what we’re doing here”

“ranboo is in his parent arc”

jack came over to the three of you handing you all a bag of food for the animals

“aw fuck yeah I’m gonna feed animals…hey tubbo you hungry”

you stood holding the food towards tubbo who went to eat the food before being pulled away by ranboo

“hey I wasn’t really going to eat it I promise”

“so what are we actually doing today”

“goat yoga”

“YOOOOOO I GET TO WATCH EVERYONE GET ATTACKED BY GOATS”

you stood waiting with tubbo and ranboo whilst jack and josh continued with the introduction to the vlog well that was until tubbo decided to copy your previous stunt and started trying to feed josh goat food, this didn’t last long as jack realised he wasn’t sure where you were meant to go so the five of you began your journey

“they have religious birds here”

“The fuck did you just say ranboo”

“birds of prey”

“jack… let’s go home”

after walking for a few minutes jack and ranboo pointed out that they hadn’t seen an animal yet you stood hiding behind tubbo laughing whilst he pointed out that there was in fact animals as the pair of you saw an eagle not too long ago. you all ran to where the birds were ranboo instantly walked through the gate that clearly said no entry. you all went off to see the birds up close safe to say you and jack were amazed by this

“I’m very taken aback”

“Hi little one I would die for you- what the fuck is tubbo saying to that poor bird”

“only a small percentage of viewers-“

“he’s self-promoting to a bird…he’s repeating it… TUBBO ITS NOT A PARROT ITS NOT GOING TO COPY YOU”

a few minutes later you had seen enough and tubbo thought the same as he led you to the gate which like before said no entry and took you through it closing it on the others

“it says no entry you’ll have to go around”

“wow tubbo and y/n you both run the park now”

you both nodded and walked away the others caught up quickly, mainly because you found a rock on the floor which reminded you of ted and decided you needed to get it so you could send it to him.

“I wore the corpse drip just in case I got shat on by a goat”

“hey that’s why I’m wearing jacks merch”

“Thanks, you two really lowered both mine and corpse’ clothing line”

“no worries. OH MY GOD MEERKATS”

you ran over to the meerkats and started naming them with tubbo

“that one can be merlin”

“and that one that bit merlin can be called fucking dickhead”

ranboo noticed you weren’t paying attention walked up behind you resting his head on yours luckily for him you didn’t jump as he caught you off guard

“hello boo, if I jumped out of fear we would both have headaches right now”

“well I mean yeah but-“

“it’s crazy they’ve got all these tropical animals here though because they’ve got meerkats then they’ve got giraffes”

you stood laughing the fact ranboo didn’t catch on straight away made it even funnier, he lightly tapped you on the shoulder pretending to be disappointed but ended up laughing and making sure you were okay, you all made your way to see more birds and pretended to be disappointed when tubbo and jack made comments about dnf

“ranboo I’m staying with you tubbos making dnf jokes”

“of course, y/n id love to have you by my side” he turned to the others

“I hope you can sense my expression”

you all continued looking around and found some chinchillas and watched as they all ran around

“nahhh they’re so fast”

“I bet their heart beats so fucking fast”

after watching the animals for a while you all agreed you should probably find your way to the place you need to be. this was going well, till tubbo and jack found toy cars and decided they should sit in them

“short people activities.. you should join them y/n”

“isn’t this how you see normal cars…that’s what I thought”

you stood with tubbo watching jack give a tour of the mani-pad questioning why you willingly woke up early for this. it didn’t take long for their antics to end, yours on the other hand…

“oh my god we found the big boys play area”

you made your way to the mesh climbing area josh not far behind you

“josh you cannot be in there…y/n when did you get up there”

“I ran”

you were about to make your way down whilst the others were playing around with the fake cow however josh and tubbo, bored of playing with the cow, began to climb up meeting you halfway. that was when you all heard a crack

“well shit”

the three of you walked down the ramp laughing the entire time tubbo and josh were playing with the sand when you realised that if you made it to the top there was a slide you were about to climb up again however ranboo noticed and pulled you in for a hug

“absolutely not you’ll get injured”

you dramatically sighed catching josh’s attention, you pointed at the slide and laughed as josh and jack began to climb up until it cracked making jack give up for his own safety, josh however continued, you couldn’t help but laugh as the slide shook whilst he went down.

as much as you wanted to stay in the play area it was time to make your way to do the activity you actually came for. as you were walking you and jack teased ranboo for being tall before being distracted by a shetland pony

“that’s a goat”

“wow I’ve never seen a goat look so much like a shetland pony before”

unsurprisingly you all got distracted by the animals and another play area, you sat on the grass whilst tubbo and josh were on the trampoline and ranboo and jack were sat on a wooden train. you spent this time talking to some of your friends from college

f/n <3: y/n have you even started the summer work?

y/n: no I’ll just do as much as I can later, I brought it with me to tubbos house

Tom <3: call me later I’ll help you

y/n: we don’t do the same subject but okay

f/n <3: I’ll join too

the others had left to race on you tractors and began making their way to the goats before realising you were still on the grass

“I thought it was quiet”

ranboo walked over and picked you up carrying you over to the others

“oh hello boo”

“hello short one”

ranboo noticed another play area and took you along with him, you laughed as he placed you down on the grass and began to race on the obstacle course around 14 seconds later he finished and you all made your way to goat yoga for real this time, you and tubbo said hi to all the animals as you walked by before being interrupted by a goat. you all went over to the rather loud goat, it was around now you were regretting your life choices.

“yo that goat ate another goat”

“I think you might be right”

you were stood petting the goat as jack read out the sign

“Are any of us pregnant”

“I hope not”

“I am”

you continued to talk to the goat deciding to ignore jack and tubbos antics this didn’t last long as tubbo dragged you away claiming he had something amazing to show you.

“…chickens?”

“kfc”

“TUBBO?!?”

you heard ranboo laugh and walk away to tell jack what happened, you and tubbo stood laughing at what just happened, a few minutes later you both made your way back to the others to feed the animals, you laughed as the goat took the food out tubbos and then your hand, it was moments like this neither you or tubbo would forget, ranboo watched the pair of you with a smile, oh how it would hurt when he had to leave. a little while later a worker came over to get everyone ready,

“do you love your clothes”

“no”

“They both made it very clear they don’t care about those hoodies”

you were on the mat between ranboo and jack and watched as the goats were placed into the enclosure with you all, the moment tubbo laid down a goat immediately began climbing on him making you laugh, karma soon caught up as the moment you laid down the same goat began to climb on you.

“Gunther loves climbing”

you watched as the goat named Gunther walked all over jack before jumping onto you, you all signed a contract

“tubbo signed the date as today”

“oh he really did, he signed it as today with a smiley face”

you all laid down watching the goats run and jump around, occasionally running over the four of you

“This is way more dangerous than I was led to believe”

“death by goat sounds pretty cool”

you played with the goats as the others watched one of the goats attempt to eat Jack’s hat whilst on his back before in ranboos words trick shotting off his back. you all began to do the yoga, this was going well for a few minutes you laughed as tubbo and ranboo had goats on their back and you didn’t, this didn’t last long as the goat jumped from ranboos back onto yours resulting in you falling from the plank position, a few moments later Gunther made another appearance jumping all over the four of you, this inspired the other goats as they too began climbing and jumping off the four of you

“I am going to feel that tomorrow”

you looked over to your left noticing one of the goats decided to just stay on ranboos back so rather than helping you and tubbo began to play with the goat

“don’t let him up”

“oh he’s balding…stress, goat taxes are getting too much”

a few minutes later you heard ranboo talking about push-ups, not thinking he was being serious you turned around to see he was in fact serious and was doing push-ups with a goat on his back, jack then went on to do the same until the goat jumped off.

“go on y/n your turn, you did say earlier on the way you were stronger than me”

determined to prove to ranboo that you were stronger you too did push-ups with a goat on your back, however, you only managed to do two until you fell, tubbo cheered you on the entire time. everything was going well, that was when you heard them talking about bringing in a goat named Gary

“do we want Gary”

“I’m worried Gary might be one of the pregnant ones”

you and tubbo just nodded, they wouldn’t tell you anything about the goat apart from the fact his names Gary which made you intrigued to see Gary. you later found out that you all had to warm up from Gary and that he was banned from goat yoga.

“well he sounds fun”

“goat yoga with convicts sounds fun to you y/n”

“yeah”

you and ranboo stood petting a donkey whilst the others watched them find Gary and put the smaller goats away, you heard jack sound confused as to why they were bringing out another goat

“jeff”

“they had to put away the baby goats because jeff might bully them”

the four of you made a pyramid for the goats to walk under this worked for a while until one of the goats had better plans and walked over you and then stood on tubbo. jeff began jumping all over the four of you. if you didn’t have a bruise on you by tomorrow you would be amazed, you were quickly pulled out your own thoughts by tubbo having multiple goats on his back, you stood leaning on ranboo watching as jack got on tubbos back once the goats had jumped off.

“oh no tubbo a goat, I think it’s Gary”

you all continued being jumped and walked over by goats whilst trying to do the yoga a little while after the goats and jack had teamed up against tubbo, jacks hat soon became the centre of attention again this time Gary decided he wanted the hat and wouldn’t give up, jack ended up handing it over to Gary

“Stop bullying me please…actually I would like that back eventually if you don’t mind” he did eventually get it back, well you think so. you and ranboo were a little preoccupied as two of the goats were using the pair of you as a bridge and would constantly keep walking over the pair of you. you all ended the session by cuddling with the goats and you had never been happier.

the ride home was quiet, mainly because you and tubbo fell asleep in the back of the car. the rest of the night was spent on call with Tommy and f/n working on the summer work your college had set whist tubbo and ranboo streamed.

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Goodbye boo.

This is an extra to the great adventures series

Months flew by, it was safe to say you had really enjoyed your time with your friends and you even made new friends. the group scrapbook was full of memories and it was time to start a new one, which was great you were now able to include everyone you had made friends with however there was a slight problem, it was ranboos last night in the Uk. however, this was a problem for you all to deal with after his stream. hours felt like minutes before you knew it all that was left was random Jenga bricks, cards from the game you had finished playing and the full scrapbook on the table, you sat next to ranboo not entirely sure where the others went but at that moment you didn’t care, you didn’t want ranboo to leave, you placed your head on his shoulder the pair of you flicking through the scrapbook laughing at the pictures he would occasionally make jokes about being excited to leave the UK and go back home but you could hear it in his voice he wasn’t ready to leave, this was further confirmed by him pulling you closer to him after reaching the end of the scrapbook

“ranboo…take the scrapbook”

“y/n what no it was started by you Tommy and tubbo I can’t just take that away from you”

“take the fucking scrapbook boo”

tubbo stood in the doorway with billzo laughing

“just take it bossman and be thankful they didn’t replace everything in your suitcase with rocks”

admittedly it caught you off guard tubbo unknowingly said you plan to hide rocks but nonetheless you laughed knowing perfectly well that you had to tell ranboo tomorrow morning about the rocks you had put in the suitcase. the others left not long after you had all cleaned up the mess you had made earlier. the rest of the night was spent talking to tubbo talking about a future trip whilst ranboo packed for the airport. it was clear neither of you was ready to leave him, tears began to fall as it finally hit you, tomorrow you were saying goodbye to one of your closest friends, tubbo pulled you in for a hug you both sat in that position for a while, it didn’t take long for ranboo to show up as he heard you crying in the other room. because of the way you and tubbo were sat you didn’t notice him, they hated seeing you upset your crying caused a chain reaction as moments later when you looked up at ranboo clearly trying to hold back tears the pair of them also started to cry. the remainder of the night was then spent talking over the past few months and looking at all the photos you had taken.

“send me that one y/n”

“out of all photos you want that one- okay then… you do you boo”

eventually, you all fell asleep only to be woken by the alarm a few hours later.

“Turn that shit off”

“I thought I turned off his alarms”

“Y/N YOU TRIED TO SABOTAGE ME”

“YES AND WHAT ABOUT IT”

ranboo laughed before tackling you onto the couch, tubbo was half asleep trying to process what was going on all he knew was that he was going to miss mornings like this.

“look do we really need to take him to the airport let’s go somewhere else”

“I agree”

everyone else disagreed with this which is why you and tubbo were sat in the back of the car next to ranboo. you were able to keep a happy face for the entire trip as you wanted ranboos last moments in the uk for a while to be positive even if it hurt. the entire trip was quiet no one wanted to say anything as they didn’t want to break down into tears, eventually, you broke the silence. mainly because you had to warn him about the rocks in his suitcase.

“So uh if you get stopped by a worker it’s entirely my fault”

“…why”

“rocks”

annoyingly it didn’t take long to get to your destination, you all made your way into the airport. you hated this place right now and you were going to hate it even more in half an hour. time passed quickly which annoyed and tubbo

“isn’t time only meant to go quickly if you’re having fun…I’m not having fun and times going way too fast”

you pulled ranboo into a hug as you heard his flight be called out telling them to make their way, tubbo did the same once you let go

“Have a safe flight text us when you land”

“boo this isn’t goodbye this is simply see you later”

“I’ll see you both later then, stay safe”

tubbo pulled you into a side hug the pair of you waved goodbye and watched him leave. the car ride back to tubbos home was awful no one said anything however the moment the pair of you stood in the room you and ranboo shared you noticed something that caught you completely off guard, ranboo left a note and a hoodie for you, you instantly put the hoodie on, sat next to tubbo and started a new scrapbook waiting for ranboos text, the group was broken for now but you were excited for the future.

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ExhibitI:

Victim One’s Room

Chapter 8 of Reel Footprints;Ranboo x Reader

Area of interest where several evidences of planning and congregation of items from previous expeditions are retrieved.

“Did I… arrive at a bad time?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh, no no, this is nothing. Come in,” there was already a tiny puddle on the entrance. Trying to ignore the way his arms were drenched by water, you entered the unfamiliar establishment after wiping the soles of your shoes. “My parents just left, like, two hours ago so it’s honestly perfect timing.”

Humming in response, you started undoing the laces of your shoes in silence as Ranboo quickly shuffles away to toss his hoodie in the dryer.

Right, that was what he was doing prior to your arrival. Cleaning his pure white hoodie that got so dirty from the exploration last time, which he had to sneakily clean so as not to raise question from his mother. Admittedly, the frustration over the persistent stains made him forget about the agreed time of visit, and when he opened the door after the doorbell -

He was positively surprised. Stoked? Paralyzed. Even now he couldn’t help but look.

He, of course, blames it on the light. Only more than a week of knowing each other and 95% of that time it was either in darkness or dim lighting, the rest of that he’s seen you was by natural light when you both are too exhausted to remember details of the day. But right here, right now, in bright lights and eyes fully-focused Ranboo chose to look.

Alert eyes that are not lidded by exhaustion yet still carrying bags that are evident from your nightly rendezvous, so clear that if he were any closer he’d see himself from its reflection. The jacket you wore the first night you met had a lot of pockets, something he noticed with the amount of zippers and pockets littering almost ever part of the fabric; barely any of them are utilized.

Yet the most important detail he can’t get over with - the emotion your gestures carry that made you much more readable than the objective, defensive air you have when you’re in the abandoned building.

“Sorry,” Ranboo watched as your hand focused on straightening the sleeve past your wrist, your gaze falling to his eye level before slightly turning it to the side. “I probably should have texted you first, it would have been a disaster if I arrived when your family is still here.”

The boy shook his head, more so to get himself to focus on the conversation than the fact that you’re a real human being. “No. I mean, really there’s no need to apologize. They’ve been gone for a while now, and I was working on something, I wouldn’t have seen your message on time.”

“Oh, I see, I see.”

And the silence persisted with both parties trying not to stare at each other.

Now that you think about it, this is the first time you’ve actually seen the whole of his face. In the back of your mind, you’ve defaulted to imagining his featureless face that you’ve forgotten he has eyes, a nose, and lips like you. Perhaps the mask and the sunglasses were really just to protect his vulnerable parts from the dangers of abandoned places.

Huh, maybe you should get some for yourself.

“-finish what I’m doing before I join you. But you can go there and make yourself at home.” You almost stumbled trying to follow after Ranboo to cover up the fact that you were zoning out again.

Passing by a set of double doors to a hallway leading to more rooms, Ranboo opened the second door to his right, “You can settle anywhere, just don’t mind the mess. The bag with the stuff are on the bed. I’ll join you in a minute or two,” and he disappears to the door at the end of the hall before you even enter the room. You swear you saw a glimpse of laundry before he closed the door.

Well, at the very least, it looks like he trusts you enough to not rob his house.

Shrugging to yourself, you finally entered his room - my goodness, it is very spacious. His bed is already occupying a huge chunk of the room to accommodate his height, and even then there’s still a lot of room to spare. Perfect to skid around with an office chair, said chair sitting quietly next to his computer setup.

The floor is even squeaky-clean that you had to take extra caution walking over to Ranboo’s bed with socks on. “I haven’t been in a room this big for a while now,” placing your own bag next to the bed, you slowly sat on the mattress and sigh from the softness of the cushion. “I miss sleeping on a nice bed…” It is a hard struggle to not just lay down and sleep the rest of the day away.

Ranboo came back not too long after with dry arms this time. Finding his items relevant to your ghost hunting expeditions on the floor: tapes, ghost hunting items, and other types of evidences organized and separated based on categories. In the middle of it all sat on the carpet, you look up from the third tape with a smile when you noticed your partner finally arrive.

“Took you long enough.” His eyes flitted to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck, corners of his lips lifting with his guilty chuckle.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I also prepped up the kitchen for our break later. But first, I wanna show you something!” Closing the door behind him, his tall figure rushed towards the other side of the room to pull what looks like a mobile white board leaning against the wall. Huh, you haven’t even noticed that. “I did some work before today too, look!”

The white board flipped over to reveal the cork board side - you gasp.

Photos of the building, notes, red strings and push pins connecting the papers littered the whole board reminiscent of scenes in crime investigation shows you’ve seen before. Moving closer you see what you assume to be Ranboo’s handwriting about important dates and details - oh there’s even a section about you next to his.

(Y/N) - Companion (01/08)

“This looks so cool!” You exclaimed in honest glee as your eyes continued to fleet around, taking every detail on the board while Ranboo watched with a satisfied look on his face. “This will definitely help with organizing our evidence. You did amazing!”

“Oh! Well it was nothing, it’s certainly helpful when I forget things a lot, anyways. But these barely cover the early details and evidences,” he leans closer to gesture at the empty and unfinished areas. Tearing your gaze away from the board, you look at his excited grin directed to you. “You think you can help me finish this up?”

You returned his grin. “Didn’t even have to ask.”

Scissors, tapes and papers soon joined the mess on the floor as you both get into greater detail to organize the evidence you have. Updating the board with the information you have gathered about Ender and the building, anything worth noting that you remember from the past week, everything either goes to the board or written on your notebook and phone to look back on in the future.

After sometime you also helped labelling Ranboo’s tapes, listening to familiar and unfamiliar dialogues, writing down the corresponding log number and date on the sticker label before moving on to another. Used and empty tapes got mixed in the fray however, and it made the work longer than it should.

At one point, you came across a very old-looking tape. It had the same brand as the ones Ranboo uses yet the sticker had aged with stains that you assume means it was used. But when you tried to listen to it, there was only a consistent high-pitched noise to it. “Huh, must be broken then.” You placed the weird tape on top of his bed for him to check later.

When time came that your tummy both started growling, your generous host brought drinks and snacks over for a small break, going so far as to open his Spotify on his computer for background noise. You almost choked on your drink once after watching Ranboo race over his computer to skip a suspicious song from starting. He looked like a gazelle, opposite of grace as he desperately jumped over the items on the floor as quick and careful as possible.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Mhmm?” You looked up from the document you found in the office for the third time today.

“You sure your head ain’t gonna explode from reading that for 30 minutes now?”

“I’m fine, Ranboo. This document ain’t gonna solve itself.” You look back down to stare at the black and white photos. Still undecipherable as ever, you’re starting to imagine blobs.

“I know, but like -“ fourth time now. “There’s no rush to it, right? We don’t have to come back there immediately.” You’ve figured by now that he’s trying to distract you from the warehouse.

If only he knew. No, he’s still holding out some things from you from the day before too. You opened your mouth to ask, closed it again, then spoke up with something less direct. “Do you have something in mind?”

“I just -” the obvious shock of being caught off-guard is much more evident on his face no more than ever. “It’s just that we’ve been working on this for a week straight now, you know? I think we deserve a bit of rest after all those crap we had to deal with.”

He makes a compelling argument if he wasn’t evading your gaze.

“It’s summer vacation, tho. Not much to do anyways - “

“Tomorrow has a nice weather!” Ranboo finally turned to you after hiding the box of tapes under his bed. “You’re new to the area, right? There’s a beach in walking distance near here, it’s a good time to check it out tomorrow!”

“Well, I mean…” You look back down at the warehouse layout, but before Ranboo can try to distract you again you sighed in surrender. Another day won’t hurt, right? “I’ll have to see if I’m available tomorrow, maybee?”

The possibility seems to satisfy Ranboo enough as he celebrates silently. “I promise it would be worth it, I won’t slack off after tomorrow!”

“That’s still a huge if scenario, by the way.” You interject but Ranboo didn’t seem to mind anymore.

“I swear right here that I, Ranboo, shall make sure that (Y/N) will have a very fun time if they were to join me on the beach tomorrow to hang out.”

“Mhm mhm, keep talking, big man -” suddenly, your conversation abruptly ended when heavy fists started pounding on the door to Ranboo’s room. The surprise making you drop the document in your hands.

“Young man, who’s there with you?!” A woman’s voice. “Open the door right now!”

“Oh crap! I didn’t even notice the time!” Matching the panic of your companion, adrenaline pumped into the both of your systems as you dived straight for your bag to gather your things, while he hurriedly flipped the board over and placed it back to where it was before. “Exit through the window and loop towards the front yard, they won’t see you if you just lay low!”

“Wait - but - are you gonna be okay?” You already have your foot over the windowsill by the time Ranboo finished up hiding the evidence, helping you up and out the window.

“Yeah, yeah. I just don’t usually have people over, but I can cover this up. Just be careful, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, be safe too.” You ducked out of sight just before the door slams open.

“Who was that? Who was in here with you?” His mother’s footsteps scurried around to look at places. “I heard someone was in here!”

“Mom? Mom, calm down, are you okay? It’s only me here, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“What’s going on there? Why are you two being so loud?” A new set of footsteps came closer, much heavier this time. Ranboo’s father entered the room.

“Your son here is talking to someone, someone was in this room!”

“I don’t know what you mean at all! You must have misheard or something, I was just listening to my music - maybe that’s what you heard? Either way, I have to go hang my laundry now. Oh, welcome home.” Ranboo left the room immediately, leaving his parents in his room in hopes of disengaging from the conversation immediately.

“What’s the fuss about, dear? Maybe it’s just the music, you know.” There’s a slight pause as the music from the computer filled the silence. “You’re being paranoid over nothing. Even so, what’s wrong with our son having friends over?”

“No, no, I swear I heard someone. H-He was talking to someone -” there was a slight hesitation before the mother spoke again. “Sweetie, believe me, I heard him say (Y/N)! Do you think -”

“That’s impossible. No, it can’t be. You must have misheard it, there’s no way he’s remembered after all these years.”

“But what if he did?! What if I didn’t misheard -”

“There’s no use panicking over it now. We’ll keep an eye out on him, okay? But if it was a false alarm, we shouldn’t do something that would make him guess.”

“You’re…” a sigh, “you’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, I must have overreacted.”

“It’s understandable. Now come on, apologize to your son and then we can organize the groceries for dinner.” The last of the footsteps left the room with the thud of the door closing behind them. The tension leaving air for silence to fill it in.

Ten seconds counting after everyone left, you finally let out the breathe you’ve been holding, back hitting the outside wall under the window as you tried to silence your heavy breathing. “What the… actual fuck was that?” You whispered under your breath with gritted teeth, heart heavy with betrayal.

(Y/N):Let’s go to the beach.

Ranboo: Awesome :D

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ExhibitH:

Transcript

Chapter 7 of Reel Footprints;Ranboo x Reader

Leftover incident report investigating a private suspicious activity before the abandonment of the premise.

It was almost at the ass crack of dawn when you entered the last room in this building before being left with the last flight of stairs leading up to… somewhere. The leftover furniture and grime where some were supposed to be gave no clue still on the mystery of the place’s history.

After staring down the thick wooden door of your final destination, you looked over to your companion in the limited light of your flashlight.

Something definitely happened when you were resting, something important enough to let this man be so worked up about it. Honestly, anything that can happen in this place would probably spook you - but Ranboo was knocked out cold in the first three days of exploration and he was super eager to talk to ‘Ender’!

This time -

This time is different. It never once slipped past your attention when you notice Ranboo looking over his shoulder too frequently, head flinching left or right as if to strain his ears to hear something. Or simply just checking his ears, as if to stop a tinnitus that you can’t do anything about.

You’ve noticed only in the after-thought that Ranboo has been adamant in making sure that there was never silence in between you. Either through ranting, conversation, or by playing his offline Spotify playlist in unobtrusive decibel level.

No matter how many times you try to talk it out of him or figure out by simple deductions, Ranboo simply will not let you know. It was very suspicious behavior, but you can’t blame him if he still couldn’t trust you. After all, you have your own secrets to carry -

“Well this place has seen better days.” The sound of crunching glass under thick soles took you away from your self-doubt as Ranboo passes by you, passing by the door too to instead go through the shattered glass wall that once hid away the contents of the room. “Oh wow, okay, this place is purposefully thrashed.”

You stepped over the dangerous, spiky threshold. “What in the world does that - ohhhh damn.” Whatever was left of the concrete walls were filled with dents and unnatural scratches, plaques of where the name of the office’s owner should be were scratched out too by malicious scrapes, and whatever decoration were smashed everywhere as if a tornado had passed through.

Unlike the empty office spaces you’ve checked, this one had the most signs of life.

“This is our best bet in finding out anything about this old place. I’ll take the shelf.” Ranboo’s back was turned to you as he seemed to size up the remains of the floor-to-ceiling bookcases against the far wall - some of the shelves are broken or split in half, items that used to occupy the shelf are either blasted in a heap on the floor or scratched but ultimately useless. Otherwise whatever there is to notice is hidden by your partner’s tall frame. “Would be so much easier if I had my gloves with me.” You decided to ignore what you just heard.

Besides the shelves, the only furniture left intact are the turned over couch in front of the abused desk in the room. Knowing how useless it would be, you opted to make your way towards the desk.

Scratches. Deep, shallow, sharp and jagged ones. You carefully traced the dents on the wooden desk too, as if some kind of hammer had been used to try and break it. And the thick furniture stood in all its banged up glory, still dancing after years of weathering and abuse. What a strong desk. You wonder if you would still be just as strong if you were to withstand the same treatment - you distracted yourself before you get too far in that thinking.

“Guess the cabinets didn’t escape the beating either.” Leaning down to check under the tabletop, the shelves and cabinets built in the desk were beaten and bruised too, broken in half and forcefully removed with its hinges still connected. Just like the bookshelf.

Making sure not to prick yourself with splinters, you started moving the wooden panels to look for something worth noting of: broken pens, rusty staples, there are papers here and there too but they are either blank or covers of a bigger document that seemed to be missing as well.

You were about to stand up to join Ranboo’s searching when suddenly, in your kneeling position, your flashlight shone upon an object that seemed to be hidden by the turned over couch. It was a dirty yellow color - “No way.” The edges of the manila folder became more apparent as you stared longer.

Hastily you pulled away from under the desk and almost leaped over it to get to the couch, careful hands slowly and gently tugging at the ends of the folder that seemed to be weighed down by something that isn’t the couch. A stupid rubble perhaps, but it was no match for your insistent tugging as it finally pulled off from its trap, sending your tumbling back towards the desk with a harsh smack. “Stupid folder.”

“Woah. Hey, you good?” You used the dusty folder to block the flashlight suddenly pointed towards your face. “Oh sweet, you found something! Probably has more evidence than that stupid safe.”

“Safe? There’s a safe?” Taking the offered hand, the flashlight changes trajectory to point at a black rusty safe lying next to the shelf. The sides seem dented and its paints are peeling off, but even from this far you can see how tightly locked the door is. It won’t be budging anytime soon. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“What did you find there then?” Despite your whole palm and fingertips being caked by the dust it accumulated, you opened the decent-looking folder and find three pages within, a slim cassette tape almost falls from the folder if not for Ranboo’s fast reflexes. “Well… that’s all yours.”

Without missing a beat, Ranboo pulled out the recorder from his hoodie’s pocket to play the tape while you started looking at the pages of the folder. The first one is a transcript between the two men talking, something you realized when you heard the same conversation from the recorder playing:

—- Transcript starts here. —-

Ares: What do you think you’re doing?

Alastor: What are you talking about?

Ares: Do you think I wouldn’t know what you’ve been doing?! (there was a smack) Just because you’re part of the -

Alastor: Do you hear yourself right now?! I’m not breaking our company’s rules just because I’m part of the fucking family.

Ares: First of all, this is my company. You’re only working here - (he was cut-off)

Alastor: Is this how it is? You’re so far up your ass that you’ve started believing in that stupid superstition

Ares: If you could have just lived a normal life and focused on graduating, you wouldn’t be in this pitiful situation right now. Instead you went up and - (another cut-off)

Alastor: Don’t you fucking bring Erin into this! (he sounded really angry)

Ares: Then what is this all about then?! What in the world are you doing in the warehouse for the past week?

(A long pause.)

Alastor: You know… you know all I’ve ever done is for my child. I swear I’ll stop, I’ve done everything that I must. I didn’t harm anyone nor embezzled any company funds.

Ares: I already gave you a loan to help with -

Alastor: I didn’t forget that, okay! I’ve paid you off and I’m just trying to earn money for my family.

Ares: Fine then. This incident isn’t going out in the records, but I swear if you do something like this again and endanger my children…

Alastor: All I’ve ever done is to make sure me and my family are safe. This isn’t gonna happen again.

Ares: I thought we’ve been over this shit already. (he sighs)

(Alastor laughs and the sound of the stop button being pressed is the last thing you can hear)

—- Transcript ends here. —-

Incident Report Transcript of Alastor (L/N) ID No. 44628.

“Hey, you’re gonna tear those documents if you hold them any tighter.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” Ignoring the way your hand shook, you switched to the second document. Instead of words, it was instead filled with columns of black and white photos with the same quality that reminds you of shitty security cameras. Most of the ink already blended together as it was printed on paper, barely giving you an idea on how the picture had looked originally.

Underneath each black box seemed to be dates of when they were taken, spanning from the 25th of July to the first day of August. Each of them are marked with the same subtitle: From Camera F footage in main warehouse, overlooking frozen elevator and employee storage room.

The last page seemed to contain a map that takes up the whole stage. A floor plan of sorts labelled: Main Warehouse, incident report location. It didn’t look like any of the building you explored.

“That should be all there is to this place. Well, besides the safe but I’m pretty sure that’s not budging anytime soon.” Despite the minimal find, it was apparent in Ranboo’s voice that he was happy about the documents they’ve retrieved even if it didn’t make much sense for him. “Hey, don’t look so down, I’m sure we can figure that out when we look around further.”

You felt the grounding hand of your partner pat you on the shoulder. The action made you realize that you’ve been holding your breath for too long, the air cooling your lungs as you finally inhaled. “Yeah. That’s… you’re right, I was just confused.”

“Don’t worry, so am I - but hey! At least now we know there’s still more places to go to, we should finish up this building and then figure out where that warehouse is.”

Right, there was still that third floor. Dusting the folder and carefully putting it in Ranboo’s backpack (goodness, you didn’t even know that half of the things in there are there), you both carefully walked out of the office and climbed the last flight of stairs where - a rusted door awaits you two. Using a handkerchief to block the rust from your unprotected palms, you and Ranboo worked together to push the heavy door open.

When it finally nudged open, you were almost blinded by the piercing light that shined through the gap, the darkness you were so familiar with chased away as your eyes adjusted. Despite the eye strain, you continued to push the door as it scrapes deafeningly against the floor until finally, finally -

You and Ranboo were greeted by an emerging sunrise. Ranboo was the first to brave the rooftop landing, forcing you to follow and leave the abandoned building’s creepy darkness for the beautiful display of yellow rays against the blue gradient of the sky. The height of the building towers over the residential roofs, giving you the perfect view of a new day.

It was so… peaceful here.

Ranboo sat at the edge of the rooftop, seemingly not caring about the precarious way his long legs dangles over. You stood beside him, still watching the sun.

Everything that happened inside that building seemed to wash away like ink to water. And like a spoken agreement, neither of you dared to break the silence until the sun finally broke through the horizon. The chirping of birds and rustling of leaves followed the serenity.

“Hey.” It was spoken in a careful whisper, Ranboo still reluctant to break the silence, as he suddenly leans forward to gesture at something in the distance.

There in the middle of the perimeter of the area, stood a large building the size of a football field. Its gray roof almost glaring as it reflects the sunlight bouncing on it. “You think that’s…” The warehouse.

“Yeah…” And the illusion of peace disappears as the sounds of cars passing by, shops setting up, and morning people talking breaks the dawn’s quiet. Everything that has ever happened, the piling secrets, the guilt and confusion, it was all very real. “We should regroup and take our evidences before we take that place on.”

“And we’re back to ghost hunting mode.” You snort as Ranboo lightly smacked your knee in offense. Seeing as he wasn’t budging anytime soon, you opted to sit next to him by the ledge too - just not at the very edge.

“I’m serious! I think you and I need a break after all of that,” his laughter didn’t mask his exhaustion. “There’s still a lot to unpack here and that place seems like a massive pain in the ass, it’s like five times bigger than this office.”

“It’s only been a week…” you’re not missing the way that Ranboo seems to make up excuses to not go exploring anytime soon, even if they are well-placed excuses.

“And we have to be better prepared. Who knows what we’re dealing with if it’s a warehouse, what state it would be in, you know…” leaning back on his arms, Ranboo turned his head towards you. It was only when you pried your eyes away from the warehouse to look back did he finally continue. “You’re dozing off.”

“Well it’s 6 AM…”

“Let’s go home, we need a long rest after this. I feel like I’m gonna rest ‘til tomorrow,” taking the offered hand for the second time today, Ranboo effortlessly got you to your feet. “Tell you what, we can probably - this Tuesday, let’s go to my house, organize what we found, and then prepare for the warehouse. Sounds good?”

Left with nothing to lose and the desire to sleep in an actual bed, you nodded your head. “Deal.”

And for what would be the last time, you descended the abandoned office building, and finally left it alone.

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• My god would he love everything about you
• He has such a soft spot for you and you only :))
• Loves to hold you
• If you lack confidence
• Dream would 100% make you feel better on your bad days
• He finds you the most best looking person he has ever seen
• Also loves to steal your tops but you didn’t hear that from me ;)

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• He is not the most skinniest of guys so he understands you and how you feel
• Loves everything about you
• Even though he likes being the little spoon he still loves to hold you
• Thighs?? Loves them
• Stomach?? Loves it
• Favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and place his hands on your stomach

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• MY GOD where do I start?
• Every time you walk he loves looking at you
• In the same room? Heart eyes from him
• Streaming? He will end stream to just lay and cuddle you
• Yes he may be this big hard guy but around you he loves being held by you and goes super soft
• He loves to lay on your stomach, it’s his favorite spot

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• For wilbur I think he would just love you for you
• He doesn’t see your weight as anything bad, it’s apart of you and he loves everything about you
• When you do have bad days he is always there to cheer you up
• To show and remember you that you are beautiful/handsome/good looking
• Loves to rub your sides, he isn’t very affectionate but when he does get affectionate he loves to hold and rub you :))

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• Now he is on the smaller side but that doesn’t stop him from loving you and your weight
• Always makes jokes like “if I die from your thighs, I’ll die a happy man” or something stupid like that
• When you two cuddle there really isn’t a small or big spoon
• You two are just wrapped up with each other
• Like dream he loves to steal your shirts/hoodies

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• My god what can I say, she is just obsessed with you and how you look
• In a good way though, if you are comfortable with it she would 100% post you on her IG and Twitter
• They love to squeeze your cheeks and just see you face smile (not those cheeks :/)
• Constantly takes photos of you, making some food?*Flash*Petting the cats?*Flash*

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• Doesn’t care what so ever, not in a mean way but he doesn’t care what your weight is
• Loves to steal your things, like a little gremlin
• Constantly making jokes about you, he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, just likes to joke around
• Of course when he hits to close to home he immediately apologizes and says he didn’t mean to
• He feels bad that he made you sad/upset but he always calls/visits you to make sure you’re ok and not mad at him

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• Now tubbo is not the biggest man in the world so you have some thoughts about the relationship and going out on the town with him
• On your bad days he doesn’t really know what to do, he tries to help
• He puts on a movie/tv show or some music to help calm you down
• Doesn’t mind what you look like, he loves you no matter what
• Likes to make sure you’re ok and always calls you every hour to make sure you’re eating and drinking something

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• This tall lanky boy loves you (platonically) with all his heart
• Like Minx loves taking photos of you, especially when you do something stupid
• He likes seeing your face and your smile. Makes him feel good because he made his best friend smile/laugh
• He doesn’t care that your curvy/chubby that just means more of you to love!
• You two send each other hoodies all the time/you send your hoodies while he sends you his favorite sunglasses <3

Authors Note:

I’m very proud with this one! this hits close to home because I’m tall and plus size. I love seeing things that are for us and I’m happy to finally get around to making this!!