Simp

Simp 💜

(He/him pronouns)

(Trans male reader)

(500+ words]

Description: You're having a dysphoric day and it gets worse when you realize you're on your period. You get on a call with Tommy who helps make you feel better.

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{《☆》}

You rolled out of bed, your head spinning as you stood. Picking up your phone off your pillow, you hobbled off to the bathroom.

"Ew," You mutter to yourself, staring at the face that seems so unfamiliar to you. Squinting, you ignore the way your lips pursing distastefully made you look more feminine.

Sitting down, you realize why you feel so shitty. You're on your period.

"As if today couldn't get worse," You bitterly grimace. Your binder helped a little, but even that couldn't wash away the painful cramps that reminded you of your past.

Sitting at your desk, you considered life for a moment. A light bulb in your head goes off as you consider the pros and cons of putting yourself in a coma.

If someone distracted you, you wouldn't have to deal with the problems in your life (until later).

You are a genius.

Pulling up discord on your phone, you pull up the one contact that's already helped you like this before.

Tommy.

It hardly rings for a few seconds before he picks up. You always loved that about him. No matter what, he'd pick up your calls. And quickly too.

It was a bit troublesome when once you called during a math test and he picked up anyways. It was instinctive and the teacher had spotted it quickly. You both got in trouble that day.

"Hey, what's up!"

"Tom, I need you to distract me." You pleaded. And like he always has and always will, he agreed. Tommy didn't even need to be told about what. It wasn't important to him. He would listen if you wanted him to though.

"I am streaming through, Y/N," Tommy noted. You flushed instantly.

You weren't on most (if any) of Tommy's streams. And, through some sort of divine luck, you've never interrupted one before.

"Oh," You nervously laugh. "Sorry. I can go if-,"

"You're fine, Y/N," Tommy assured, his voice gentle. "Chat isn't as important as you."

You giggled, embarrassed and slightly red. "Thanks, Tom."

"Anytime, Y/N."

{《☆》}

And, unlike a majority of Tommy's streams, the stream was full of quiet chatter to fill the silence and no over-exaggerated yelling. You only had to talk if you wanted to. He kept talking enough for the both of you.

It was peaceful. You didn't let your mind wander to anything because each time Tommy was there to talk about Minecraft blocks or mobs or any number of random things.

When the cramps caused you to silently suffer, Tommy would make jokes until your stomach issues were about laughing too hard. He was as sweet as possible, even with his reputation on the line.

Eventually, two hours had passed and you felt so much better. Tommy always made you feel better. "Hey Tom, can you end stream?"

"Sure," He readily agreed, taking a minute to say goodbye before he spoke up again. "What's up?"

"Thank you." It was honest. Tommy was amazing and you were so grateful for him. "You're incredible."

Tommy smiled at his camera, the sweet as honey smile that only you got to see. "Anything for you."

"I love you." You said. It was true. How could you not when he did so much for you.

Tommy laughed softly. "I love you too."

{《☆》}

["I love you" can be platonic so please, take this as you will. He is a simp either way lol. A (only) platonic Tommy post will come out tomorrow around 6pm bst. But anyways go read my EretxM!Reader post because for some reason no one has seen it lol.]

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Baby Brother 2: Electric Boogaloo 💛

Request by @sbfandom on Tumblr: “PLEASE I NEED ANOTHER PART OR A PART TWO 🥺”

(TransMasc Reader but it's not a big detail)

(He/They Pronouns)

(2100+ words)

Description: You go with George to his meet up with Tommy, Wilbur, and Vikkstar. Things happen from there.

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{《☆》}

You trailed after George readjusting his backpack which he somehow convinced you to carry. Both of you were on your way to meet up with more of George's streamer friends.

Your phone dinged with more texts from Sapnap. The 2 of you have been texting more than dream and George which was an impressive feat.

Someone was running at George so you put your phone down and rushed over. Your baby brother hugged the child in a blue jacket so you slowed down next to them.

"It's TommyInnit!" George laughed.

"It's me and gogs!" TommyInnit said, looking over at the, barely taller than you, man in an outfit close to your brother's.

Your brother started talking about height to the kid, who was obviously taller than him, while you stood by Vikkstar. Who didn't know Vikkstar, honestly?

"I could clart you," Tommy said to George. You looked over with a raised brow. "You're going to do what to George?"

Tommy laughed loudly, looking over at Tall Guy who held the phone. "Brother Moment! They are farming the 'awwws' in chat."

Everyone started snickering and you cracked a smile too.

{《☆》}

SappyNappy ♡

Heyyy

Wyd?

You

Hey !!

W/gogy at his meetup vlog thing

SappyNappy ♡

ooh

tell Tommy hes a lil bitch

Pleasseee

You

Hmm

Only for u <3

SappyNappy ♡

<3 <3 <3

You look over at Tommy, who's rapidly talking to Wilbur (who had introduced himself a few minutes ago) about the Queen.

Waiting for a lull, you walked next to Tommy. When the perfect moment arrived, you quickly chimed in.

"Sapnap says you're a little bitch."

They pause for a full second before Wilbur bursts out laughing. Tommy starts cursing at the sky as if Sapnap is dead and not just in America.

George bumped your shoulder, a recently familiarized teasing grin on his lips. "Still texting Sapnap, huh?"

Bumping him back, your lips curled into a playful smile. "Still texting Dream?"

Tommy turned to you quickly, interrupting George's playful offence, a faux serious look on his face. "Call him right now."

Snickering you pulled up Sapnap's contact. It barely started ringing when he picked up.

"Hello?"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Tommy instantly yelled, furiously gesturing at the phone for dramatic effect.

Sapnap started laughing at Tommy, instantly picking up energy. His chaotic vibes mesh well and you chuckle even as you attract stares. Or the entire group does technically.

"What I would do to you if I had a knife," Tommy leered playfully.

Handing off your phone to him so that he could be clearer, you sat down by Wilbur.

They smiled at you, a sweet little thing. Plucking out a piece of grass, you relaxed into the motion of twisting them. Wilbur leans against your shoulder, his pretty brown curls brushing your shoulder softly.

Shifting gently to make it more comfortable, you continued tying together grass and dainty flowers. Tommy was splayed out in front of you now, eyes closed as he dazed in the sun. The cameras were off and things just seemed softer.

Wilbur shifted on your shoulder again. It seemed a tad bit uncomfortable to just lean like that when he was taller than you. Gingerly you lowered his head to your lap. They pressed their cheek against your thigh and settled down with a slow exhale.

Looping another flower in, you glanced down at Wilbur's slacken face. Briefly brushing your fingers in his hair, pushing it away from his eyes, you got caught up in how soft he looked when he was asleep.

Your phone buzzed with another text, probably from Sapnap, and your stomach twisted. Putting on your finished flower crown, you opened up your fun to scroll through the messages he sent you.

SappyNappy ♡

Where'd u go D:

Dream is ignoring me I'm boooooored

Y/nnnnn

You

I'm here you big baby

Ur so needy

SappyNappy ♡

shut up ur the needy one

I will literally fight u

You

Mhm.

I 100% believe that

SappyNappy ♡

:(

Wilbur groaned lightly, shuffling closer suddenly. You put your phone down quickly, brushing your hand through his hair soothingly. Wilbur settled a bit, leaning heavily into your hands.

The peace was broken only a few minutes later, a fan stumbling over with a meek voice for photos.

{《☆》}

After Tommy finished recording, you all, minus Vik, went over to George's for dinner. You started browsing food options on your phone as George showed them around.

It wasn't particularly interesting, your brother was modest at the best of times and downright minimalist at the worst. When you finished studying abroad and came back to it being basically bare, you spent hours dragging George around from store to store for him to only end up putting up half of the items you bought.

Leaning back against the counter, you pick an option absentmindedly. Sapnap hadn't messaged you since you got home, probably crashing on Dream's sofa again.

"So, what are we eating?" George asked, coming into the kitchen with one of your hoodies on. It was large on you and it was comically large on him. He gave you doe eyes and you were once again putty to your baby brother.

"Alfredo's Pizza Café, your favourite." You unsuccessfully smother a soft smile. George grins widely at you, leaning forward and bonking his head into your shoulder. You bonked him back gently.

He leans back, looking over his shoulder and grinning. "I should probably go back. God knows what they'll end up breaking when I'm not there." George turned back quickly. "Oh, make sure you get the breadsticks and ask for their good sauce, kay?"

You roll your eyes fondly. "Whatever, G."

George scrunched up his nose. "No one's called me that since middle school."

"Ah, the days when you actually used to exercise." You sigh fondly. George shoots you a dirty look as you giggle. He steps over the cord that spans the entrance to the sitting room and quickly the noise starts picking up.

It's rather easy to place the order but Stacy always loves holding you back to talk. Or, if you're being completely honest, blatantly flirt with you. You leave the phone on the counter as you pull out a bottle of pop from the fridge.

"I should probably go-"

"But we're having so much fun."

"my boyfriend just got out of the shower so– yeah."

"Boyfriend?" She scoffed, disbelief dripping off her shrill voice. "Can I talk to him?"

"Well-"

"Hello, boyfriend here." Wilbur's voice shocks you, coming from the doorway. He grins at you, moving towards the phone. "Me and Y/N have a bit of a date night planned so if we could get on with that, I'd be most pleased."

"O-of course," She nervously laughs. Coughing, Stacy quickly speaks over your muffled laughter. "I'm getting another call so I should go too... Bye."

You look at Wilbur, your saviour who stands with a relaxed lean. His brown eyes sparkle with mischief and his grin even more so. It's thrilling, a look that promises things beyond your wildest imagination. "Am I your god or not?"

Biting your tongue is hard and even harder when a suddenly inhumanely handsome man is staring at you. You have never been gayer than in this moment. Swallowing back embarrassing thoughts you smile at him. "My saviour."

His ears flush, pale skin turning rosy under your gaze. His smile is wider, prouder and he fixes his posture up straight. Wilbur practically preens under your fond looks. It's like you just gave him an Oscar and named a star after him.

"Tired of annoying my brother?" You ask, leaning over the counter and giving him your undivided attention.

He grins wickedly, leaning towards you. "Gogy isn't as enticing as Dream sees him."

Time seems to go by so quickly when you're chatting with Wilbur. His odd jokes and little faces were absolutely adorable. The doorbell ring barely manages to break through Wilbur's giggly laughter. It's like bells, gentle and sweet and you can't get enough of it.

"Y/N can you get the door?" George yells towards you. Like always, you do what he asks and gather up your money for the pizza. Wilbur trails after, a relaxing presence for a slightly anxious meeting with a stranger at the door.

You hand off the pizza to Wilbur when you pay for it, giving basic pleasantries before you close the door.

You patted Wilbur's arm as you passed him to the kitchen. "Thanks for the help, boyfriend."

Wilbur's eyes shone with mirth. "No problem, boyfriend."

{《☆》}

Time passed quickly as everyone gathered around the table. Before you even knew it, the sun was setting.

All of you were sat around the couch, George right next to you in the corner with Tommy in the other corner and Wilbur sitting on the floor leaning against it. It was nice to have a little quiet moment after everything that happened today.

"I reckon I could take him," Tommy added suddenly as the next episode of Lucifer played.

Wilbur scoffed, tilting his head back to roll his eyes visibly at Tommy. "You would die instantly like the child you are."

"That is pussy talk, Wilbur. I am simply too massive, I am." Tommy leans over to George to jab him with his elbow playfully. "I would evade all his attack like a super spy."

"Bullshit," Wilbur chuckles. "You literally have the stamina of a three year old."

"A very fit three year old," Tommy nodded along. "Like a-, a super powered three year old. The kind that could clart you."

With an airy laugh, Wilbur flicked Tommy's forehead. You nudged George with a wild grin and he nudged you back.

"I bet I could knock him easily." You pretended to whispher to George.

He nodded along, sporting a mean grin. "Easily."

Tommy squawked out protests before he broke out in laughter. It was a fun moment even if this was a new chaos to you.

George was obviously comfortable with it though and he leaned into your side as Lucifer kept playing. You fiddled with his hair, brushing your hands through it leisurely.

As the episode ended, Wilbur's phone started ringing. George blinked away the sleep that was tugging at him, although Tommy was less successful with that. He looked up briefly before going back to snuggling himself in the covers.

"Sorry 'bout that," Wilbur hushedly said before pulling his shoes on quickly and heading out the door. You patted George until he calmed down before you stood up slowly. Stepping outside quietly, you were only a few steps away from Wilbur who was just ending his call.

"Oh, hey," he said waving slightly. "Excellent timing actually I was just gonna head inside to tell you I was heading off."

"So, you're leaving?" You didn't mean to phrase it as a question but part of you was hoping for a no. "I thought you were all sleeping over for the weekend?"

Wilbur shook his head, a small smile quirked on his lips. "I'll be back tomorrow but I have to head back home because I have a last-minute meeting with my office manager. Why? You gonna miss me?"

You fumble over your words, brushing a piece of your hair out of your eyes. With a click, you shut your jaw and shrug. "Maybe."

Wilbur softens visibly, his ears flushing just enough for you to notice. Then he met your eyes, looking somehow ethereal in the backlighting of the moon. Stars reflected in his glasses, Wilbur seemed untouchable. Their soft curls moved with the wind for a moment and it was a brilliant shock of your eyes staring at one another.

With a quick hand, Wilbur had already taken a single piece of napkin paper out of his pocket and a pen. Jotting something down quickly, he took your hand in his and slowly unfurled your fingers. With a lingering touch, he put the paper on your hand.

You stood there slightly dazed as Wilbur pressed a piece of paper, his phone number–, into your hands. He winked with a coy smile, "See you around, handsome."

You nodded back, tongue-tied. As he walked off, you felt completely flustered. Heading back inside, George was waiting for you on the couch, blinking sleep out of his eyes.

"Tommy knocked out soooo... movie night?" He offered.

You sighed. "Are you gonna ask to watch the fourth one first again?"

"...No?" George nervously laughed, rubbing at his neck.

"Just put in on, bubba." You were a weak, weak man when it came to your brother. George gave you an adorable little grin and you melted. He wrapped an arm around you and tucked himself into your side.

{《☆》}

*love triangle intensifies*

[Hi hello everyone :] I got a request for a part two so I had a lot of fun making this. The love triangle was unintential but fun to write lol]

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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)

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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(?)]

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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.

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💛 = platonic

❤ = romantic

💜 = romantic or platonic

💚 = small mini-posts on my alt

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About me

Serial Lover ❤

(Any really, gender isn't specified)

(800+ words)

{《☆》}

You have enough work to deal with. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second someone dies. It's a tiring job having to deal with the amount of death in the world.

And of course, having someone fall in love with you makes it even worse after they get it in their head that the only way to see you is murder.

"What do you want this time?" It's so irritating, every drop of blood they shed was just more work for you. The bloody figure leapt up instantly, their masked face splitting into a wide grin.

"I've missed you," He softly chuckles, ignoring the tone. The almost dead body at their feet trembles, hazy eyes begging you for help.

You take their soul with a flick of your hand. It's the only mercy you can provide. "You're so irritating, Dream."

He pulls off his mask, setting it to the side and stepping over the dead body. "You love me though." Dream giggles when you sigh.

"I'd love you if you stopped giving me work," You grumbled, trying to mentally account for how many more people you'd have to visit in the next minute. America wasn't your jurisdiction alone, but you did a majority of the work since the rest of the reapers still had family alive. "Now can we get this over with?"

Dream pouts, looking in your eyes with a pitifully sad frown. "But you just got here." They kick their feet like a child, stubbornly getting closer to you.

Sighing, you already know he won't let you go without a fight. It's happened before and you'd rather not go through it again.

"You can come with as long as you don't ruin anything."

Dream nods enthusiastically. He latches onto your arm and you roll your eyes. With a quick flick of your hand, you both are gone.

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"Oh wow," Dream stares at everything with a thinly veiled excitement. Your office is nothing special, but he seems fascinated by it all. "It looks so homey."

You shrug. You did stay there most days, so it made sense to keep most of your personal belongings there as well. It seems your mortal companion was awestruck by it.

Dream turns to you again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "You should bring me here more often."

Rolling your eyes, you gesture to a seat beside your desk. He sat swiftly, giving you a sickly sweet smile. Sighing, you sat down at your desk. Instantly he shuffled his seat closer until he was practically leaning all his weight onto you.

As you started writing, Dream deeply inhaled. He pressed even closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. Very quickly, he was sat in your lap.

It wasn't even five minutes until he started peppering tiny kisses to your neck. It was mildly irritating, as it did distract you from your paperwork. "Can you stop?"

"No," He chuckled and continued with his gentle kisses. Honestly, you were just going to ignore it until you got your paperwork done. Then, you'd bring him back to the mortal realm and everything would go back to normal.

Until he started killing again.

Sighing, you toyed with the idea of keeping him. A few other personifications of Death had ended up taking up mortals. Whether as children or friends and even occasionally lovers. It wouldn't be impossible to keep him with you to lower your workload.

Dream pressed another kiss, to your jaw this time. "Stop thinking so hard," he soothed. "You'll get frown lines with how much you're thinking."

You straightened your posture, fixing your face back to a neutral impasse look. Dream giggled, tilting his head back to get a better look at you. Yes. You suppose it would probably be easier to just keep him.

Looking down at him, you lifted a hand and cradled his face. Dream eagerly leaned into it, a soft smile lifting his features. The relatively smooth, slightly tan skin and pretty blue-green eyes. He was unfairly attractive by mortal standards.

"Hmm..." You traced a finger along his cheekbone, watching as the mortal shivered delightfully. The blood that speckled his face was an inconvenience, you had always been finicky about that stuff, but you could make him a mortal fit for a god. "Yes, you will do..."

They peeked through an eye at you, hopeful and slightly crazed. It almost made you laugh, mortals were so strange. Taking pity, you give him what he desires. A simple kiss. Truly, mortals are such simple creatures.

His lips are chapped, but they taste faintly like cherries. You find that you quite like cherries. You don't want to pull away for a second, but you do anyway.

The mortal sighed dreamily, staring up at you with a lovestruck expression. You smile down at him. He was such a pretty problem.

{《☆》}

[I am just now realizing how little xMreader or xNBreader content there is on Tumblr. Sadge, honestly. I'm trying to catch up the Tumblr with Wattpad so that there's more content. Tumblr deserves more content.}

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