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How to Write Dialogue for (most) Dream SMP Characters

A few months ago, I remembered seeing a lot of posts giving advice on how to write dialogue for DSMP Characters. And while those posts contained numerous helpful pointers, overall, they fall just short of capturing what it means to write in a character’s Voice.

Unique character Voices, while tricky to get right, are usually achieved by giving each character a distinct set of words to say, in a manner that distinguishes them from the rest of the cast. 

With this in mind, I’ve spent the past few days combing through almost Thirty Hours of VOD footage to collect nearly all of the unique words, phrases, and speaking habits of every major and minor character on the Dream SMP (involved in 2+ story arcs.)

Before Reading:

Sentence-Starters are single words or phrases which begin a sentence. (ie. “Y’know, maybe you should try something different.”) 

Sentence Paddings are reoccurring words added to the middle of sentences. (ie. “It’s like he just can’t cry.”) 

Sentence Endings are single words or phrases which end a sentence. (ie. “There’s no need to fight, I hope.”)

All three of these types can be combined with one another to create more natural-sounding sentences. For instance, if a character has the two Sentence-Starters “Okay” and “So,” they can be used like this; “Okay, so, I’m a bit worried.”

(Note: When certain traits or phrases aren’t obvious with how they should be applied to dialogue, an (ie.) will be added below to illustrate them.)

Wilbur

General Traits:

Repeats himself for emphasis. Sometimes these repetitions will add additional information. More often, this repetition is focused around a specific word with the circumstance of the sentence being changed each time.

ie. “I’m living in an eternal limbo again. I’ve been through limbo, I’m out of limbo, and socially, I’m still in this limbo.”

Highly eloquent in language, bordering on poetic.

Highly introspective; significantly less so after Eret’s betrayal and onward.

Occasionally makes literary analogies and references, sometimes breaking the Fourth Wall to do so.

Curses semi-frequently. Wilbur is the only known character to use the word “cunt,” although rare.

Common Go-To Swears - Fuck, Shit, Prick, Bastard, Hell, Ass (Including all variations and combinations.)

Tends to hum when he thinks to himself.

Stutters most often when offended, shocked, or surprised.

Generally addresses characters semi-formally, often by title or role.

Often slips into long-form monologues when self-reflecting.

Usually defaults to being the head of a conversation; introducing, managing, and elaborating on topics throughout, especially when speaking to three or more people.

Circumstantial Phrases:

You and I, we’re ━ (To connect positively with someone.)

ie. “You and I, we’re used to seeing the good in people.”

I wanna pick your brain / Can I pick your brain? (To ask about someone else.)

Don’t say that, I’ll cry (Affectionate banter, only to Tommy.)

I’m afraid ━ (When hopeless or delivering bad news.)

ie. “I’m afraid there’s no getting out of this now.”

There’s no reason to ━ / There’s no reason for ━ / There’s no need for ━  (When being threatened or breaking up a fight.)

ie. “There’s no need for violence, gentlemen.”

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Jeff the killer, ticci Toby, masky and any other pastas of your choosing with an s/o with a fainting disorder. How would they react to s/o fainting infront of them for the first time??? Thx!

Ohhh I really like this idea actually!

Jeff:

Man will go completely still for like six seconds.

He just looks at your fallen form in disbelief, eyes wide, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that you just dropped like a duce with no warning whatsoever.

After he somewhat comprehends what just happened, he'll softly speak your name.

"...Y\n...?"

Poor dude doesn't know how to handle this.

Will definitely poke you to make sure you aren't faking.

Once he realizes you are actually unconscious, he'll shake your shoulders to try to wake you up, and if it goes on for too long he'll pick you up bridal-style and take you to Jack to get a professional opinion.

After you wake up and he has confirmation that you won't be dying anytime soon, he'll be salty.

"How could you do that??"

"Jeff—"

"No, don't talk to me. I'm sulking."

Toby:

Panic mode.

Absolute panic mode.

"Y/n? Did you just die??"

Will leap from his seat in an instant and go absolutely berserk as you lay motionless on the ground. He checks to make sure you're still breathing, and when he sees your chest rise and fall, he'll let out the loudest breath of relief.

Except now he has to find some way to wake you up. So, he calls the only one he knows might be prepared to handle something like this.

Yup, you guessed it: Jack.

Dude still doesn't know what's wrong with you, and his terror can be heard over the phone. "Y\n, unconscious, don't know what to do, get over here!"

"Calm down, Toby—"

"I AM CALM!"

When you actually open your eyes, he will pull you into the tightest hug, pleased beyond belief that you're okay.

"God, don't...don't do that to me again."

Masky:

Will catch you before he even knows what he's doing.

One moment, you're standing, perfectly fine, then the next you're not. He doesn't know what to think about that.

"Don't play games with me, dumbass," he'll warn oh-so-sweetly, arms looped beneath your back so you don't fall and bust your head.

When you're unresponsive, he'll lay you on the floor so he can get a better look at your features. You seem fine, you're not hurt, so what happened?

"Hey. Wake up."

He'll sit down beside you, not willing to admit this turn of events slightly concerns him, and waits for you to stir. After not too long, you do, and notice his position, then realize what happened. "Masky?"

"You better not make this a habit," he snaps, observing your puzzled expression. "I have more important things to do than stay here with you 'cause you're too fuckin' lazy to keep consciousness."

"If that's the case, why'd you stay?" You smirk, rubbing your head and rising. He'll huff, grab your arm, and hoist you up, careful not to let go until you've gained back your balance.

"Shut up."

Liu:

An instant 'oh shit' expression graces his face as he drives forward to snatch you up before you have a chance to hit the ground.

With one arm locked around your torso, he'll examine you, trying to find something that could have caused you to pass out so suddenly.

If you're near a couch or bed or anything else that could be used as a seat, he'll be lifting and taking you there so he won't risk you slipping from his hold.

He'll take his phone out of his pocket, trying to remain calm, and dial Jack's number while he brushes some hair out of your face.

Overall much more mature about the matter than the former three.

When Jack arrives and you wake up, Liu will stand to the side and watch somewhat nervously as you're tested to ensure you're coherent enough to move around.

He'll thank Jack for rushing over so quickly, and once he's gone, he'll take a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around you and allowing his breathing patterns to settle.

"Next time, tell me if you think you're about to faint. You scared the shit outta me."

[Y/n]: Cody, repeat after me. 'I want cheese toast.'

[Cody]: I want cheese toast.

[Y/n]: 'I will use the oven to make it.'

[Cody]: I will use the oven to make it.

[Y/n]: 'I will not, however, put cheese on a piece of bread and then slide that piece of bread into the toaster.'

[Cody]: But I wanted the cheese to be melted!

[Y/n]: Facepalms

As someone who literally just ended her period like three days ago while on vacation (and also stained some pajama pants), this made me feel so so so so so happy. Will is amazing. And now I want dark chocolate.

Official Boyfriend Duty.

pairing: wilbur soot / afab reader (female pronouns)

summary: on the first morning in your week-long stay with your long-distance boyfriend, you realize you forgot to pack a necessity...

author's note: my period surprised me yesterday after being two weeks late and im in more pain that ever before. wish I had a soft caring bf to dote on me

warnings: the entire thing is about reader having her period, so mentions of blood, bleeding through clothes, cramping, pain meds, and being in a delicate emotional state (literally just describing my own periods lol).

word count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

Holy fucking shit. 

This was supposed to be a good trip. You were supposed to get off the plane and fall into your long-distance boyfriend’s arms and get back to his flat and cuddle him for the first time in months. You were supposed to be in his arms right now, snuggling together for warmth, tangled in the cozy comforters and watching the early morning sun rise outside his bedroom window, lighting up the tiny space he called home and sharing a tender moment together. Instead, you were hiding in his bathroom harboring the worst cramps you’d ever felt in your life, pajamas ruined with bloodstains, and scrambling through your suitcase and his bathroom drawers praying you’d find any type of feminine product. Anything. As if a grown man who lives alone would keep pads or tampons on him. 

You’d think, after over ten years of monthly periods, you’d have it under control by now. You’d think that when leaving for a week-long trip you would remember to pack those things, just in case. But, somehow, in the excitement of getting to spend time with your boyfriend, you’d completely forgotten about the impending doom that was your period, leaving you stranded in a foreign country with nothing you needed. 

Holy shit this hurts so bad. Oh my god, oh my god. Fuck, what if it got in his bed? How fucking embarrassing would that be? He probably thinks you’re so gross, God, what a way to start this week-

“Sweetheart? You in there?” 

Your mental rambling and growing anxiety was interrupted by a gentle knock at the bathroom door and the familiar, sleepy morning voice of your favorite person. “Uh, yeah.”

“You okay?”

“F-fine.” Hearing his gentle voice through the door did calm you down a bit, but you were still embarrassed to admit to him what had happened. To admit you were curled on his bathroom floor with blood in your pajamas, looking like a middle schooler who’d just gotten her first period rather than a grown adult. “Rrrgh.” A small groan escaped your mouth- a whimper, almost- and though you thought it was barely audible, your attentive boyfriend seemed to notice immediately. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s happened?” His voice dropped to that caring, soft hum that always made you weak in the knees and let you know that he cared about you more than anything else in the world. “Can you please let me in?” 

You finally dragged yourself to your feet, telling yourself over and over again that this is Wil, he would never judge you, he loves you, he understands, he wouldn’t be grossed out. But still, there was an embarrassment, a shame, even, eating away at the back of your head. You unlocked the door and cracked it open slightly, looking up as the bathroom light fit Wil’s sleepy face. His eyes were still half-lidded, his hair a mess from his pillow, and he was wearing sweats and a cozy sweater to combat the morning chills in your absence next to him in bed. His lips turned up in a smile when he saw you, and he opened his arms for a hug. You slipped out the door to fall against his chest and wrap your arms around him as he did the same to you, burying his nose in the top of your head and pressing kisses against your hair. As much as you were in pain right now, it helped a little bit to hold the person you love the most. But, he squeezed your waist a little too tight, and you let out a pained whimper at the pressure on your abdomen. 

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up with a hesitant, sheepish half-smile. “It's… embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge.” He said, with a hundred percent earnesty. 

“I know…” you took his hand through the sleeve of his sweater and played with his fingers. “I’m uh. I just started my period. Like overnight. And I don’t have anything I need.” 

“Ohhh.” His face softened into a soft, encouraging smile, and his arms wrapped around you once more, gentler. He peppered kisses slowly against your face. Though you hadn’t been with him in person over your period yet, he’d heard you complain about how bad yours was and had certainly comforted you- albeit, over a discord call- months before this. Now that he was finally here for you during it, he was going to take the chance to prove to you he could be the sweetest boyfriend in the world and carry out all of the Official Boyfriend Duties you had joked about before. “Oh, lovely, that sucks. You don’t have anything?” 

“I- I was excited at the thought of coming to visit you, I completely forgot to check my calendar to see. I didn’t pack anything at all. I’m using toilet paper right now, and I have clean underwear, obviously, but… I really need something better. And I… I bl……” You trailed off, your words barely a mumble.

“What’s that?” 

“I bled… I bled through my pajamas.” 

“Oh, I can help with that.” With that, he took a step back into his room and shuffled around in some drawers for a moment, before handing you a stack of clothes- large, fluffy, Wilbur-smelling clothes. “You can wear this.” 

“Really?” You held the pile, instinctively lifting it and taking in the scent of Wilbur’s laundry detergent, the cologne and body wash that seemed to hang onto the fabric and make it uniquely his own scent. It always comforted you. “What if I accidentally get blood on it?” 

“I’ll wash it. I’m not afraid of a little blood, sweetheart.” He pressed another kiss to your temple and ran a thumb down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Right, clean up a bit if you’d feel better and get changed into that and come out when you’re ready, I’ll make your favorite warm drink and have a spot in bed ready for you. After you let me hold you a bit and wake up some more, I’ll run to the shops, yeah? I’ll get you everything you need, alright?” 

“You’d really go buy stuff for me?”

“Of course, darling. Official Boyfriend Duties, remember?” You laughed at the words and nudged your face back into his hand that still cupped your cheek.

“I love you, Wil.” 

“I love you, (Y/N). Now, shoo!”

When you stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Wil had to stop in his tracks to look at you. You were wearing his black sweatpants, rolled up at the legs and much too big for you, and his big sweater, also much too big and absolutely drowning you in maroon cotton.  Seeing you in his clothes always made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, seeing how small and adorable you were compared to him.

He had the pillows and blankets piled into a cozy little nest for you, a steaming warm cup of your favorite drink by the bedside table, and his arms open for you. And you happily left the bathroom- and your ruined shorts on the floor- and fell into his arms. 

“Hey, there.” He pressed kisses against the top of your head. “Feel a little better?” 

“Still hurt a lot.””

“Here, this should help, right?” He handed you a bottle of ibuprofen. “If you need something else, just text me and I’ll pick it up at the pharmacy, alright?” He helped you get cozy in bed, getting your laptop adjusted on your bedside table and turning on your favorite show, making sure you had everything you needed and that your phone was right next to you in case you had to call him. “Okay, I’m just going to run to the shop down the street, alright? Give me ten minutes, then I’ll be back to cuddle you.” He kissed you again, hesitant to leave you, but finally went at your goodbye, waving as he stepped out the door. Not even a minute later, your phone lit up with a text from him. 

‘Only ten minutes, I promise!’

You snuggled into bed, closed your eyes, waiting for the pain meds to kick in and your boyfriend to get back home, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like him. You felt so loved and warm in his oversized clothes, surrounded and comforted by his scent, and felt yourself drifting into fuzzy thoughts. Somewhere in your drifting in and out of sleep, though, your phone vibrated in the bed next to you, and the adorable profile picture of your boyfriend popped up. 

“Hi, Wil.” 

“Heyyy, sweetheart. I’m in the shop now, what kind of products do you need? I honestly didn’t realize how different all these types are. There are… numbers? Sizes? I uh, I’m honestly a little lost. And I asked someone for advice but she said it all depends on preference, really.”

You giggled at the thought of your giant boyfriend standing in the feminine hygiene aisle and shuffling side to side and asking a stranger for help. You told him the brand and size that you preferred. “You can just get the cheapest pack, I’m only here for a week.” 

“No, no, I’m going to stock up for every time you come to visit. I want my place to feel like home to you, too, okay?” You smiled, your heart warm and fluttering. “I’m just going to grab a few of your favorite snacks, okay? Then I’ll be home.” 

“Can you grab something that’s dark chocolate?”

“Of course, darling.” 

“Thank you.”

You heard him shuffling around on the other side of the phone, something about the ambiance of the store and the being able to hear him even though he was ten minutes away as if you were there with him was making you comfortable and sleepy, and you started drifting off while on the phone. You heard Wil hum a tune to himself over the phone as he walked through the store, and before you even realized it, your eyes had slipped shut and you were falling asleep with the phone cradled against your ear. 

Your eyes only opened again when you heard the front door open and close. You heard footsteps in the apartment and the same gentle humming tune that you’d fallen asleep to, and then you saw Wilbur step into the room, in his warm sweater and sweatpants, with multiple reusable grocery bags on his arms. He smiled at you, setting the bags on the ground and kneeling by the bed to give you a kiss. 

“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?” 

“The pills helped, and I got some sleep.” 

“I heard.” He laughed, remembering how cute it was to hear her small snores over the phone while he was shopping, and the smile it brought to his face. “I brought your pads, want to go change now and we can cuddle?” 

Minutes later, you felt fresh again, having changed and eaten some candy and finished your hot drink, and ready to nap again in Wilbur’s arms. He was laying in bed on his phone, looking so cozy, one leg bent up into a triangle, knowing you loved to snuggle into his side like that and have one of his legs thrown across you. You liked to be absolutely smothered by him while cuddling, and he loved it. He looked up at you, tossing his phone aside and smiling, opening his arms to invite you in. You curled into him immediately, and he let out a pleased hum, the sound of a smile, tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Oh, my precious girl. Welcome back.”

You sniffled, overwhelmed with the amount of love you were feeling, before it was even bright out. “Thank you so much for being so sweet today, Wil.” 

“Awww, (Y/N), of course. It’s my duty as your boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry I ruined the day with this stupid period. You were probably planning to do something fun today, and now I’m all gross and bleeding...” 

“Hey, stop it. You didn’t ruin the day at all, and you’re not gross. And we can do those plans any time. There’s nothing I’d rather do than lay in bed with you all day, okay? We haven’t gotten to cuddle in months, so I’m certainly not going to complain if we’re bed-ridden today.” 

“But you didn’t have to go to the store.” 

“Yes, I did.” He argued lightheartedly, a glint of teasing in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to just let you be all sad, and uncomfortable this week, okay? I’m honored and so, so happy to be able to take care of you, really. And I needed to stock up, anyway, in case you’re here on your period again any time in the future. You're my partner, and I would do anything you need to ensure that you’re comfortable and feel as loved as humanly possible when you’re here. I love you.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but before you could apologize for being emotional, he kissed you cheeks and you could already hear his words in your head, telling you not to apologize, that emotions were good, and you never needed to apologize to him for expressing them, especially when you were in this much pain. “I love you too, Wil.” You snuggled into his sweater as he wrapped his arms around you, a deep sigh rumbling from his chest and his seedy heartbeat pounding right under your ear lulling you to sleep in his embrace. But before you drifted off, you heard one last sentence that made you smile.

“Get some rest, darling, wake me if you need me.”

Hello! I would like a matchup if you have the time!

First of, I am 5'7, ISFP, a pisces, my favorite color is red, I am curvy and I have shoulder length, red dyed hair. I have grey-blue eyes, wear glasses because I'm pretty much blind without them. My makeup and clothes take a lot of inspiration from alternative subcultures like goth and grunge.

As far as my personality is concerned, I try to be as generous, helpful and friendly as I can. I do my best to involve everyone in a conversation or activity and I yearn for close connections and bonds. I am very reactive, though. I cry and scream and get angry but always apologize if and when I hurt someone. Something less known about me is my lack of empathy. It's not that I don't care about people in my life, I just have a hard time feeling for them in even the worst of situations. I also don't really have any sensibility about death; I'm just not that affected. My love languages are physichal touch, acts of service and gift giving/receiving. I am a bit of a masochist and I don’t mind getting hurt, either through my own reckless actions or love bites from my partner. I need my partner to be able to express their affection, feelings and thoughts; I need someone assertive but still caring in their own way.

I have a bit of a bad memory and I tend to forget most events. Usually I just nod along to whatever story my friends are telling because if it sounds like something I would do, I probably did it and just don't remember.

I enjoy swimming and summer, painting, writing, theatre and music. I paint a lot of abstract things and I try to express exactly what feelings inspired that specific piece. I usually write poetry if I'm in the mood but I lean more towards painting. Aside from that, I've been told I would make a good actor. I like listening to a lot of metal music, pop punk, darkwave (some of my favorite bands are System Of a Down, Nice ice kills, Skillet, Vandal Moon, Children on Stun and don't tell anyone but I have a soft spot for Alec Benjamin)

Some of my favorite things are my spiked bracelet, my dark red nail polish and parties. I would say I'm an ambivert. I love spending time with others, although I also like to enjoy my personal space often. I like amusement parks, water parks, the forest, the beach, I find fun in most places.

Finally, I absolutely love horror. Horror manga like Junji Ito, horror movies or stories; they are all my favorites. My favorite book and movies are Frankenstein and Scream 1996 and Hush 2016. Manga and books don't scare me a lot but movies are what I enjoy most, even though I'm scared to watch them alone. My ideal date would be a horror movie marathon with lots of scares so I can hold on to my partner and cuddle. On the topic of horror, I have a pretty embarassing but totally reasonable fear of zombies. I have nightmares often and I swear my fear came from plants vs zombies.

I didn't mean for this to get so long ^^ Have a good one!

I match you with...

Brian!

The first thing Brian observed about you was your appearance - he thought you looked very cute, besides he is shamelessly attracted to those that wear glasses so that gave you some bonus points for sure.

The moment he really started to notice you, however, was when you went with him on a mission, and he realized how capable you were if given the right assignment. The two of you worked well together, and he didn't have a problem at all with teaming up again sometime in the future.

He'd see you wandering around the manor, doing your own thing, headphones over your ears, completely content with the situation, and discreetly admire you from a distance - he wouldn't have admitted that to anyone, though.

You seemed to be very in touch with your emotions, judging by how expressive you were with them when communicating with any of the other residents, and he could tell that you wouldn't hold back if something ever angered or upset you. Therefore, he made a mental note never to cross you if it was unnecessary.

Over time, his feelings blossomed and became something more than a fleeting crush. Everything about you reeled him in, even though he didn't know that much about you. So, he decided to change that.

It started with a passing conversation here and there; he'd inquire about your day or comment on something random, and that would spark further interaction. The more you talked, the more that little flame in his chest grew. He looked forward to seeing you each day, even if just for a couple of minutes. He hadn't felt this lively since he was in college, and it showed through in his voice and actions. His apathetic demeanor was slowly melting away, and you were to thank for that.

When the two of you first got together, he was a little hesitant and unsure; after all, he hadn’t dated anyone since he was in college. But with your lovable and affectionate demeanor, his doubts were quick to fade.

Brian personally is not a huge fan of horror, but whenever he’s free and you want to watch something, he’s down to do it with you. It’s quality time together, and he wouldn’t miss that for the world.

Plus, he finds it quite amusing when you get frightened and end up essentially using him as your own personal body pillow.

If it’s an open partner that you want, it’s an open partner that you’ll get; contrary to popular belief, Brian is very connected with his feelings, emotions, thoughts, etc, even though he doesn’t like expressing that in his day-to-day life with everybody else.

If he has a problem, with your relationship or otherwise, he will be very honest with you about it, as well as admitting when he was wrong. He’s a mature guy and definitely would not date anyone that isn’t willing to face trouble head-on or own up to their mistakes. He doesn’t like to dwell on past problems either, so as long as you make it clear you’re sorry for whatever it was you did, and will do better in the future, he’ll forgive you.

If you ever have a nightmare, feel free to call him up in the middle of the night. He’s used to being woken up from slumber anyway, being one of Slenderman’s most trusted puppets, so if he has to talk to someone this late, he wants it to be you.

He too enjoys writing poetry, and even though he doesn’t consider himself an expert by any means, it’s one way he’s able to release his stress and negativity. Believe it or not; being forced to hurt people doesn’t do much to help his mental state.

He would rather not go full-on PDA if it can be helped; it isn’t that he doesn’t relish your touch, or finds you embarrassing to be around, it’s simply because if he lets the others in the house know he can be soft, they won’t take him seriously. And he can’t have that.

So if you start clinging to his arm when he’s in the middle of something, he’ll nudge you off and mutter that he loves you, but the cuddles will have to wait.

Obviously he’ll make it up to you when you have some alone time together.

If you ever get emotional, for whatever reason, don’t worry about receiving judgement - he understands that everyone deals with things in their own ways. Especially if you’re in the middle of a disagreement, and he sees you’re beginning to get upset, he will shelf his own agenda and make sure you calm down before either of you continue.

He isn’t a huge fan of most of the music you listen to (he’s more of a classic rock guy) but he can vibe with some of the songs.

He occasionally likes to tease you about how scared you are of zombies, but if you seem like you aren’t receptive, he won’t take it any farther. He doesn’t want to be mean and make you feel bad.  

He loves the color of your eyes and he compliments how pretty they are all the time. One of his favorite things to do is stare into them; he says it’s like getting lost in a stormy ocean. 

Hello <3

I just wanted to say....I'm obsessed with this guy 👇

Yeah, this guy right here.....👆

May i have some HC of him and a s/o?

But the s/o dislikes physical contacts someone like me....

Don't worry, he's easy to become obsessed with 🤧

(This is super late and kinda short and I am terribly sorry—)

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Luckily for you, Jonathan isn't all that big on physical contact, either.

So you seldom have to worry about being attacked with hugs and kisses out of nowhere for literally no reason at all.

He won't even try to hold your hand if you're feeling particularly touchy.

The two of you manage to find a way around that though - you make up for whatever you don’t do with random gestures. These could range anywhere from winking flirtatiously, to blowing kisses (this one is a bit rarer), to flicking the other on the side of the head. I didn’t say all of these gestures were romantic ones.

Most people in the Manor don’t even know the two of you are dating because you’re so low-key about it; you act like chaotic idiots who simply enjoy the other’s company, and even the dialogue you share is casual. 

That’s just because you’re comfortable with one another, and you don’t have to act like a traditional couple in public to assure yourselves.

“Hey, have you guys considered going out? Your chemistry is really strong.”

You and Johnny met each other’s eyes and started snickering.

“We’ve been going out, moron.”

If one of you needs to be consoled without actually being touched (that’s good because he sucks at doing that anyway), you’ll find a way. One time you started crying and Johnny just stood there awkwardly for about a minute before announcing he’d be right back, then he returned shortly after with some food. You spent that night watching movies of your choice as he was right by your side.

Never underestimate the power of being in the same room together and what it can do to lift your spirits.

If anyone ever crosses your boundaries and Johnny’s around to see it, expect him to violently shove them to the side and send them a threatening glare.

You’ve tried standing up for him in that regard as well, but he’s so big and intimidating he can pretty much do it himself.

But it’s the thought that counts!

Your relationship definitely still works, even though neither of you love on each other 24/7. Your bond is all you need - the extra stuff is up to the mood.