Distance - Wilbur Soot X M!Reader

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

Ghostie 💜

(They/them pronouns)

(400+ words)

Description: You wake up and try to find Wilbur. Along the way you stop the pub(e) from burning down. (Wilbur soot x reader)

Whether you take it platonic or romantic is up to you.

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{《☆》}

You roll yourself up into a ball. The light pink blankets pool around you, making the empty space more obvious. Wilbur always got up early, working on his pub. (You refused to call it pube.)

Your shulker shells float around you, making a quiet little whirrr noise. You stand up, stretching your arms over your head. The window curtains are still shut, they always need to be when you live with a phantom.

The floor isn't cold, thank goodness. You don't think you'd be mentally prepared to deal with cold and not just break into tears. You pull one of Wilbur's sweaters over your head and yes, it is a bit too big for you. It hangs around your mid-thigh, the yellow contrasting the light pink of your bunny pajama pants.

As you step outside, you frown at the sky. The sun isn't bright today, mostly hidden by the clouds and yet it's still so warm out here. You don't like it when it's warm, but it's better than the cold. You wanted cuddles no matter that.

You start climbing the ladder, not taking a glance back. Wilbur would probably be up here, talking with someone about one thing or another. He was such an avid talker, as much as he bullied Tommy for that.

In fact, those two were far similar than they like to admit. As you entered the pub, you were met with two devils.

"TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

"GOD CANT SAVE YOU NOW!" Tommy cackled, maniacally spreading his arms as a small fire ate away at the wood.

Sighing, you muttered griviences. "They're lucky I love them." You started putting out the fire as Tommy and Wilbur argued. When they turned back to the fire, it was just you placing blocks back and ignoring their squabble.

"Aww," Tommy pouted. "I wanted it all to burn down..."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm so glad that I have someone on my side here."

You shook your head. "Tommy. We can go burn down someone else's house. Let Wilbur keep the pub."

Wilbur was about to argue before deciding it was the better of two evils. Tommy excitedly raced up to you, eagerly talking about everything you could burn down. Glancing back at Wilbur, you winked.

Wilbur mouthed a thank you and turned back to whatever he was doing in the first place. Your little ghostie better be grateful.

Oh well. You suppose arson was just as good as cuddles.

{《☆》}

[This is short because I made it a while ago when I was busy. But it's something. If you want I might post an xDream in an hour, idc]

[-L0v3, k1ng]

Polus ❤

(He/him pronouns)

(1700+ words)

Description: You and your repair team arrive on Polus. While working on the ship, someone dies. There is an imposter on Polus. (Fundy x Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

Arriving on Polus was unnerving, to say the least. The cargo holding area opened to a deserted planet settlement that was thick with silence. Your job was to fix it up.

With 9 of you, it'd be quick. You would be on a ship back to your baby brother in all but blood, Sykkuno, before the week was over. Maybe even before Corpse did. Which was an impressive thought, a goal to aim for.

Corpse and his team held the record for quickest repair and evacuation. It was more than inspiring, if you were honest with yourself. It was badass too. You were so proud of Corpse, who was practically family with how close he and Sykkuno were.

Oh, Sykkuno had been so proud when he heard you'd gotten accepted on an off-planet mission. They'd even took the time to make your favourite cookies before you left. Speaking of which...

You sighed happily, the [topping] cookie was heavenly to your taste buds. After days of just special space food, which was just usually disgustingly dehydrated blobs labeled as "food".

Now that you were on a planet with an atmosphere that'd allow your stomach to handle solids, you were going to take full advantage of it.

"What's that?" Someone asked, peeking over your shoulder.

You squeaked, hunching into yourself uncomfortably to hide the box. Turning your head, you saw the fox hybrid who had introduced himself as Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket and refused to say his real name.

"Oh," You laughed awkwardly, closing the lunch box with one finger. "It's nothing, Cumbucket."

"What?" They blinked, flushed. Then, it hit the fox like a train. "Oh! Pff, my name is Fundy."

Grinning, you nodded along. "Oh, sorry Cumbucket."

"Wha-? Stop!" They demanded, pretty pink dust scattered across his face. It's a shame he still had his helmet on, you thought.

"I'm Y/N." You happily ignored his embarrassed spluttering. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Fundy."

"That's a pretty name," Fundy said before catching himself. "Pretty unique, I meant. It's a unique name."

Raising a brow, you nodded. He stepped back with an oddly shy air to him. For a man who told everyone his name was "Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket" with not a hint of embarrassment, he certainly was easy to fluster.

You moved towards him, heading for the security cameras. You were only slightly hoping to spot someone tripping or something.

Fundy trailed behind, his warm brown eyes sharp as he searched for something. At the same time, you both spotted half of James laying in a bloody pile near vitals.

"Holy shit-!" You stumbled back, right into Fundy. They held onto you tightly, staring at the screen, stone-faced. They spoke solemnly. "We have to call a meeting."

{《☆》}

"Was anyone with anyone?" Lyaria asked, looking around the room of, now, only 8 people.

"Me and Fundy were together the entire time," You offered, still leaning heavily into the fox. Fundy held you tightly, protectively curled around you as you stood around the table. "We got distracted and then-, we saw-,"

"We got onto cameras and James was dead." Fundy finished, he rubbed circles into your arm. His eyes met Lyaria and he practically growled.

"Anyone else?"

Sebastian spoke up for the first time, nervously glancing over the room. He met Fundy's eyes before they darted away and he cleared his throat. "I was with Drew in specimen."

"What?" Drew exclaimed, "I was no where near any special men. You're an imposter!"

"Yeah," Fundy spoke up. You had to shift over as the hybrid leaned forward. "I think you are."

"What?" Sebastian laughed nervously. "You're not serious? I saw you, Drew! I was right next to you! Why would you-?"

Lyaria cut him off, her cold blue eyes acessing him. "I believe you."

"Y-you do? Oh thank god!" Sebastian sighed. They whirled around on Drew immediately. "I think it's Drew!"

"Probably," Billiam said. "But we should throw him into space because he's poor, I don't really care about James."

"Sure." Karl agreed. And slowly, everyone came to agree. Drew simply nodded along, uncaring. Or maybe he was too stupid to realize he was going to die.

You frowned, it was a tough decision but everyone was making it so easily. Drew was going to die, whether you voted him or not.

The voting was anonymous, but it still showed exactly what you thought it would. Drew had been the only one to vote Sebastian, you had voted skip, and everyone else voted Drew.

You turned away, hiding your face into Fundy's chest. They wrapped their arms around you, pressing themselves close and laying their cheek on your head. All you could hear was the yelling as everyone forced Drew away, to his death.

Then, Fundy started humming softly.

It was something to focus on. A lifeline to your horrible day. Fundy's heart beat heavily in their chest, helping you just melt into the man's arms.

It was over. Drew was dead. James was killed. Things weren't going to be as easy as you had hoped.

{《☆》}

Things were strange after those deaths. You and Fundy stuck together the entire time, navigating through empty, abandoned halls that were full of tense anticipation.

You had gotten half of your tasks done before the next murder. Fundy was ahead of you, waiting for specimen doors to open.

The lights had flickered at first, before everything went out completely. Your comms were still up tough, so you managed to make it to the wires next to the door and wait there for Fundy to find you or for lights to turn on.

Lyaria was dead.

Billiam's butler had found her.

"How many words sir?"

"Hm," The man considered. "11."

"I found her in, uh, Admin? I think someone vented. That's all." They said, fiddling with a bucket of milk. Billiam nodded.

"I was with Y/N. He and I were together the entire time." Fundy said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You nodded along, even if you hadn't seen Fundy the last few minutes.

"We were about to a go into specimen," You explained, picking at your fingers. Karl and Butler nodded along, but Billiam hummed curiously.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you two. "You guys have been vouching for each other the entire time... I don't know if I trust you."

"They seem rather chummy," Karl noted. Their brown hair was pushed away and they looked into your eyes. You tilted your head and Karl fidgeted. They glanced up, over your shoulder and shuddered. "But I don't think it's Y/N."

Fundy's lips were pressed into a thin line as he tugged you closer to him. Relaxing back, you looked over everyone.

Only 6 of you. If there were 2 people killing like you guessed, they were dangerously close to winning their twisted game.

You should vote to be safe, that'd be the safest option but...

"I think we should skip."

With nothing to guess on, it was all you could do.

{《☆》}

Things were dangerous. The lights were out, you lost Fundy, and everything was going wrong.

"Fundy?" You called out, peering cautiously into the dark space. The floor squeaked under your shoes, making your heart skip a beat as you slowly looked down.

Blood.

You bit down a scream, stumbling back into doors that closed before you could leave. Suddenly someone stepped closer and you found yourself face to face with a bloody Fundy.

"Oh," You gasped, choking down a sob. Fundy saw you and instead of killing you instantly, his face broke. He looked just as dejected and horrified as you felt.

"You weren't suppose to see this." He said, sounding heartbroken. But he just... he killed someone. You shouldn't feel bad for a murderer.

"Fundy," Your voice cracked, (e/c) eyes peeking through the smallest gaps and just seeing more and more blood. "What did you do...?"

"Y/N," Fundy cried out instead, heart-broken. "I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to-, to-!"

"You were supposed to be unaware and-, and weak," Fundy recited, like it was ingrained in his head. "We were supposed to kill them and-, kill everyone. It's our mission."

It broke your heart hearing Fundy practically sob. "Fundy, I-,"

You didn't know what to do, so you threw yourself into Fundy's arms. The man hiccuped, looping their arm around you and holding you so tightly.

"I'm sorry," Fundy whispered, but not to you. "I can't kill them all. I won't kill him."

"I love you," he said louder, this time to you. I'm sorry but I do."

Laughing stupidly, crying all the meanwhile, you burrowed yourself closer. You pressed yourself so much closer, until you could almost forget that Fundy was covered in blood. When you could forget that their louder than average heartbeats was because he was an alien and not just nervous.

Pulling back, you couldn't help but sob those words out too. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

You pressed your foreheads together, ignore the sickly feeling of blood sticking to your hands. Their hands trembled as he held yours tightly, leaning into the touch. Smearing blood on Fundy's cheek when you caressed it, you gave him a small nod.

"I won't say anything, Fundip. We'll both get out of this, okay?"

"Yeah," he shakily said, his eyes fluttering open. "I won't let anyone kill you. I'll kill everyone before they get to you."

Crying, you pressed a quick kiss to Fundy's lips. When you pulled away, he followed.

{《☆》}

You lived, but at what cost?

Their deaths was all you could think of as Fundy held you, in the middle of a bloodbath. Everyone was dead, even Billiam, who looked stronger than your fox. They were the other murderer, but now they were dead...

You laughed weakly. You couldn't go back now. Sykkuno would be heart broken and Corpse would pull away again but you've already chosen.

You chose him when you shared your special cookies and when you joked together. You chose him when you were crying and kissing. It was you and him now.

Leaving Polus, a graveyard that was still only half-functional, you leaned against Fundy and you weeped.

{《☆》}

[God, I love Fundy. Was this more for me than you? Maybe a bit. The next one should be a romantic Dream one, so that'll come out on Sunday(?)]

[-L0v3, k1ng]

Mr.Loverman ❤

(Any pronouns)

(500+ Words)

Description: You spend a lazy day with Technoblade.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

Brr... Brr...

Blearily, you open your eyes. The annoying alarm on your nightstand starts ringing again. It takes you a few extra seconds to slam down on the button, but when you do, you fall back onto the bed.

Techno shifts in his sleep, arms tightening on you when you fall back on the bed. His long pink hair looks like a halo around his head, messy strands splayed over your pillow too.

"We have to get up," You softly yawn. Pressing a quick forehead kiss, you try to sit up again. "C'mon." His arms tighten more and he pulls you closer.

Techno huffs, snuggling closer and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "No."

You shake your head fondly, a small smile quirked on your lips. Life could wait. You twist a bit to rest part of your cheek against his head, throwing an arm around his waist and entangling your legs.

Releasing a relaxed sigh, you pressed a loving kiss to his head. Before you realized it, you had your eyes closed.

{《☆》}

"Mmm..." You groan, turning to bury your head in Techno's chest. Instead, you find air. It seems your partner managed to escape you.

"Techno," You called out half-heartedly. Distantly, you could hear noise from the kitchen. Yawning, you slowly got up. Carefully, you stepped onto the hardwood floor. Cold.

You hated walking barefoot in the morning, but Techno was outside in the kitchen and you wanted kisses.

The open-arched entry was lit up by the sunlight, giving you a perfect view of a humming Techno. Quietly, he handled breakfast and practically floated across the room. His pretty pink hair was tied up into a loose ponytail, like when he trained out front with Phil.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He tensed for a second before he relaxed into your chest. "Hey."

"Hey," You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. Techno gives a small laugh, turning to press your foreheads together.

"Didn't we have something to do today?" Techno asks lowly.

You shrug. "You wanted to cuddle and I am a weak man."

Techno rolls his eyes, a fond smile showing off the cute little dimple that's only on his left side. You can't help but press a kiss to his cheek, rubbing circles on their side with your thumb.

"I love you."

"I know. Now let me finish your breakfast."

{《☆》}

You didn't let Techno go mining. You wanted to just spend a lazy day inside with him. It was actually easy to get him trapped inside, all you had to do was just force him onto the couch and start a movie and he started to get distracted.

You ran a hand through his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp gently. Techno hummed lowly, pressing closer. They blinked blearily up at you, a soft smile gently spread across his face.

Their head rested in your lap, so it was an awkward angle. But you leaned down anyways, pressing a sweet kiss to his pretty lips. Techno grinned, his attention caught on you alone.

You leaned back, tracing a finger along his face slowly. Techno sighed softly, relaxing again. He took deep breaths, shifting to press closer.

Gently, you caressed his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," He sleepily grumbled.

{《☆》}

[i am many hours late. subscribe to technoblade. follow me. goodbye.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

My King ❤

(He/him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1800+ words)

Description: You finally get assigned to King Eret's private guard. Things go well until you start developing a small crush on his majesty.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

"Y/N," Sir Oliver, your commanding officer, called you over. His dark brown eyes looked you over, making you straighten up in your stiff salute. "I'm assigning you onto King Eret's guard duty for the week."

"Yes sir." You replied, staring over his shoulder. They narrowed their eyes at you before they nodded. "I expect a good report when I arrive next Monday."

"Of course sir," You promise. This was a big game-changer for you. Only the best got assigned to King Eret's protective detail. If you managed to keep him alive from the weekly attempts on his life, the raise would be enough to pay for your little brother's hospital bills. "I won't let you down."

Sir Oliver looked back at you, their eyes softer. "I know you won't."

Grinning at your mentors back, you couldn't wait to tell Dean when you visited him tonight.

{《☆》}

"Have you ever met the king before?" Spencer asked curiously. They had done guard duty with you a few times before, protecting the lower levels of the kingdom. They were younger than you too, barely a few months shy of 19 with big brown eyes and even bigger dreams. "I mean, I've never done anything higher than middle-high but you've been here longer than me."

"No, King Eret's guard is a very special assignment. They don't let just anyone go with the king." You explained, rounding the corner of the training grounds. Morning laps were such a pain.

Spencer nodded. They tilted their head as they considered something silently. "I'm gonna join King Eret's personal guard one day."

Chuckling, you nodded along. He probably will one day. The kid had so much determination that you'd be surprised if he didn't.

As you both crossed the end, where a few others were already waiting, you considered where you were going. A lot of people didn't make the cut for the personal guard, so those who did ended up staying until someone better was found. Would this weekly assignment turn permanent?

There wasn't much time to think about this. You were heading off towards the main hall where the rest of the personal guard awaited you. The walk was shorter than you would've liked, with quick and easy pathways to get there.

"Y/N," A female soldier greeted you, they were likely your temporary commander. "Welcome to Eret's Eight."

"Glad to be here, ma'am," You replied holding the door open for her to walk in first. "What's Eret's Eight?"

"It's what we call ourselves," She chuckles to herself. "Eight of us guard Eret so it's pretty self-explanatory. Also, don't call me "ma'am". It's too formal. Call me Sara."

"Alright, Sara." You smile weakly at her. It's hard to crush the part of you that wants to please, but you push it down. "So, where's King Eret."

"He's eating breakfast in the dining hall. Which is where the rest of Eret's Eight is."

{《☆》}

Sara was nice. She explained what she could on the walk. It made it easier. Less pressure building upon your shoulders. Being in the castle just provided a more relaxing feeling, you suppose.

With the soft lanterns hanging up, and the aesthetically appealing vines that likely got trimmed daily. The plain, stone walls were offset with the amount of colour the rest of the castle brought. With multi-coloured flags hanging everywhere and silly flamingos randomly set up.

It felt homey.

It reminded you of when Dean was younger and decided to redecorate the entire apartment when his babysitter was sleeping. Things were clashing horribly and items were put away in too tight boxes that likely would've caused them to burst if you hadn't gotten home when you did. And maybe all of it was ugly, but you'd never seen Dean more proud or your home more lived in.

The babysitter was still fired and Dean was grounded despite that.

Straightening up, you got ready to finally meet King Eret. The king who had supposedly played an active part in turning the tides against L'Manburg. Dean was a big fan...

King Eret was laughing as his guards shared smiles. The king's smile was pretty, you absentmindedly noted. With perfect white teeth and a dimple on his right side, he seemed so much more real than the legends made him seem.

"Hey! Eret!" Sara called out. She placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you forward. When you regained your footing, the king and his men were staring at you. "This is Y/N, he's the new recruit this week."

"Oh, hello!" King Eret's smile was directed at you, a small little grin that made his whole face light up. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. It was strange. You had never had to deal with this before, the feeling of your heart beating out of your chest.

"It's good to meet you too, your majesty." You awkwardly nodded.

"Oh, no. None of that. Just call me Eret."

"But-?"

Sara pulled your attention towards her. "It's better not to argue. We all end up doing it in the end."

"Alright, your-, Eret..." You corrected yourself. The king chuckled softly, not mocking but still making you flush.

"I'm sure you'll do amazing here."

{《☆》}

"So?" Spencer asked. "What's the big deal? Why are you all mopey?"

"The king is attractive," You complain, fixing the tight armour straps. "I didn't sign up for him to be pretty."

Spencer laughed at you. Their baby face was ridiculously younger when they laughed. "I mean, most royals are. And you signed up to protect him, looks shouldn't affect that."

"Spencer!" You whined, pouting at him. "It's not fair. He has such a pretty smile, and laugh, and-,"

"I get it, Y/N." Spencer giggled. "Why don't you talk to him if you like him so much?"

"He's the king, Spence. If I flirt with him and he gets annoyed, he could have me beheaded."

Spencer rolled his eyes, grinning up at you. "Good. Then I won't have to hear your love-struck rambling."

"I see how it is," You pout. "When you start fumbling over your words with Derek I'll just watch and laugh."

"You're so mean."

"Wha-? You started it!"

"Y/N?" Someone spoke up behind you. Spinning around, you found Sara smiling at you. "You were assigned to night duty tonight."

"Of course, ma'am, I'll be out in a second." You nod.

"Sara," She corrects. They pause halfway out the door, glancing back at you. "And also, Eret's not against the idea of a man in the sheets."

You splutter indigenously, face flushed with heat. Spencer and Sara laugh and you are left to be the one embarrassed.

{《☆》}

"Y/N," King Eret greets with a smile, warm and practically full of sugar. They looked so peaceful in their light blue nightgown. It made his eyes pop, you noted as you situated yourself by the balcony. Stephen and Mira had taken the outside, leaving you to privately protect the king alone. "It's so good to see you."

Suddenly, what Sara had said earlier crossed your mind. Unable to meet his eyes, you nodded. "It's good to see you too, your, er-, Eret."

"I feel like you just like calling me that now." Eret chuckled. He gave a teasing little grin. "Your Eret."

Laughing nervously, you scratched at your neck. It was more than slightly embarrassing. Glancing up, your eyes met the king's, who softly stared at you with stars in his eyes. You felt your stomach flutter.

Coughing and staring down at your feet, you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "You should probably sleep, Eret." You glanced up when the king sighed. "I'll protect you the entire night."

"I know you will," Eret said softly, his voice sweet as honey and mixed with a layer of something hard to imagine. It almost sounded like want.

Flushing, you straightened up. It was your duty to defend King Eret and flirting was just distracting you.

{《☆》}

The night passed with little fanfare. You watched the world with a careful eye, wary to protect the king. They slept soundly, not a care in the world. Eret looked so peaceful lying there, but you tried not to stare.

When he woke up, your eyes met and he sleepily blinked at you before smiling. "Good morning." Eret shifted and beckoned you closer. He took your hand and stood up, not letting go as he wandered over to his wardrobe

Turning around, you let go of Eret's hand. You were blushing heavily, knowing that King Eret was changing right behind you. Fiddling with the bracelet Dean had given you, it was quite a few minutes of Eret's humming as you stared at nothing.

"Alright, we can go now."

As you were escorting him to breakfast, he seemed quite happy to grab onto your hand. Mira wiggled her eyebrows at you, snickering with Stephen. It seems Sara's influence had gotten to them, somehow.

Kori and Raven had met you at the doors, opening them for you both. They shared glances between your intertwined hands and Mira and Stephen. Kori patted your shoulder as you passed. "Good morning."

"Morning," You nodded back. Eret sat down, meeting your eyes and gesturing to a seat at the table. Tilting your head, you splayed your hands out. You were supposed to be guarding him. Eret frowned.

The table was already set up with loads of expensive and fancy foods. Fit for a king. It'd be disrespectful for you to eat there, especially since you're supposed to be doing your job.

Eret looked you over, calculating how he'd get you to sit probably. Then, they smiled. "Lisa?"

The guard walked over, her girlfriend a step behind. Katrina and her were serious at work but adorable whenever you got to talk to them after shifts. "I think me and Y/N will be fine alone. The rest of you can wait outside."

"Of course, Eret." She nodded, giving a low bow. Her iron armour glittered as she stepped into the sunny outside hallway. As they all walked out, Sara shot you a grin.

"Sit," Eret ordered. It was odd considering he had never ordered you around before, but you listened. He watched you for a second, his pretty blue eyes scanning over your face.

"I think you need to taste this for me," Eret said. They shoved the deliciously fluffy pancake in your direction.

You blinked, you had expected it but not so bluntly. "Um."

"What, you'd rather I be poisoned?" Eret's eyes shone brilliantly.

Of course not. You hesitantly cut off a piece, only to practically melt in satisfaction. "Oh my god." It was amazing. "I- er, I think it's fine."

"You should try a sip of my drink too," Eret hid a wry grin. "Just to be safe."

You gladly started testing the food after that. It might have taken you slightly too long to realize it was practically a date, with Eret feeding you delicacies off their plate.

You definitely weren't mad though. Especially not when Eret held your hand the entire time.

{《☆》}

[this was quite possibly the longest and most fun one I've written yet. Anyway, happy pride everyone! Go sleep if it's past 10pm for you, or just get a bottle of water and a snack. Sleep is preferred but I'd settle for either.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Introduction

My name is k1ng and I go by he/they pronouns. I write DSMP x Reader stories.

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