Hotel Holiday

Hotel Holiday 💛

Request by @you-did-well-moon on Tumblr: “I need a part two your honor. I’m a Tommy apologist and I’m not sorry about it 👩🏾‍🦯"

(They/Them pronouns)

(1000+ words)

Description: You need some time away from your Dad and Phil. Luckily for you, you know a place open for visitors constantly. (Platonic Tommy x Reader)

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{《☆》}

The rain seemed to pick up as you flew away from your dad's house. The rain got heavy, heavier than you could safely fly in, as you got closer and closer to the main area of the Dream SMP.

You pulled your wings close to your body and started a quick descent towards the ground, eyes dead set on one block. Only a few feet above the ground, with the wind whipping past you, you snapped your wings out and you landed to a minor stumble over the prime path.

Tommy's hotel stood, looming in front o you. The bright red walls stained a darker red as the rain hit every second. You took a deep breath in, solidifying your resolve before you started towards the door. It was unlocked, opening and inviting you to spend a night. It was certainly better than spending the night outside in the rain.

An android sat at the reception, staring right at you unblinking with its very adorable racoon ears twitching softly. They gave you a very robotic version of a smile, nodding politely. "WELCOME TO THE TOMMYINNIT HOTEL. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET A ROOM?"

You nod, looking over the hotel for the first time. Your dad had told you before to stay away and you had listened, ignoring every piece of mail inviting your family to go over. But nowhere you were, for the first time going against your father's explicit directions because you felt... confused? Concerned, even. You weren't entirely sure what you were feeling besides anxious.

What if Tommy took one look at you and told you to leave and never come back. He wouldn't, you knew he wouldn't. But what if?

Tommy's head poked out from the floor, his eyes over the edge just enough for you to spot the glittering blue. Your heart stops for a second, terrified. "...Y/N?"

"TomTom," You blurted before you could, using that silly nickname you made up when you were kids. Your wings puffed up around you just thinking back to those days. "Hey..."

Tommy climbed out of the floor, which was really just a small entrance to a basement now that you could see. His face was more bruised than you remembered, blotched over his nack and face. His smile is more of a smirk, a fond lift to the edges. "TomTom? You haven't called me that since you were 8. "

You laughed at your own mistake, finding it amusing how Tommy thinks he was better. "Yeah? Remember when you called me Chip every day."

Tommy cringed, the memories of his adorable babbling about you being a cookie came back to him. Those four years were amusing to everyone except him, apparently. He shook the memories off and quirked his head at you. "That's not important right now. Why are you here?"

You shrugged a bit awkwardly, trying not to drag your slightly wet wings on the floor.  "I thought it'd be nice to finally spend a night here. You opened it a few weeks ago, right?"

"Close enough." Tommy shrugged, looking away from you. Tommy mumbled something so you leaned closer to hear him. "...didn't think...  come..."

"What?"

"I didn't think anyone would come," Tommy admitted louder, shuffling his feet in place. "I mean, Techno and Phil have been avoiding me like the plauge so I thought– ya know?"

You inhaled a bit sharply, biting your cheek. "They don't know I'm here. Dad would probably have my head if he found out. And... I was. Going to avoid this place, I mean. But things change and I, well, I missed you."

Tommy turned his head away, his shoulders shaking. For a second you though he was going to start yelling and fighting. But then he started laughing, a bit hysterical and wet and trembling. He was crying, you realized as he wiped at his tears desperately.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "Its just, I feel like since I've came back that no one even cares. But you're he–re and... I'm sorry I'm just being stupid."

You crooned sadly, your wings ruffling to shake off water before you pulled a wing over Tommy. He relaxed back into your wing, pressing a hand to the feathers hesitantly. You warbled soothingly, pressing your wing closer to him. The urge to care, to heal, to protect your human, your family, your flock, it was strong and you could barely stop yourself from preening his hair.

"No, no... I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner." You said, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. You wrapped another wing around Tommy and let out a shaky breath. "Dad's gone crazy protective after you left. Almost had to fight him to let me visit Tubbo as much as I do."

Tommy laughed dryly, leaning against you. "That sounds like Techno. Even when we were kids he hardly let us do anything without him with us, remember?"

You let out an exaggerated groan. "He was the absolute worst. Remember when he'd follow us around school thinking no one saw him and we got called into the office because they thought he was stalking us?"

Tommy laughs at the memory. That village lasted about a year before you guys were on the road again. Going to school there wasn't the worst, but they certainly weren't like the nicer villagers near Hypixel's hub.

Tommy goes silent, staring at a random spot in the hotel, lost in thought. Quietly, he asks you. "Does Techno ever— does he miss me? I mean, I know I betrayed him and I'm—I am sorry about that but..."

"He wouldn't say it, but I know he does." You say back, just as softly. "You were close to him, Toms. You still are. You're his brother. Nothing, not even the war, could change that."

He sniffs, shaking his head softly. "Look at you, acting all grow 'n shit. Just yesterday you were all snotty and whiny about sleeping with your favourite blanket." He laughs wetly, resting his head against yours. "When did everything go to shit..."

"I dunno," You say, closing your eyes. "I don't know."

{《☆》}

[Hey hey hey! I was originally going to make this fluff but then I got into an angsty mood so you're stuck with this.]

[And finally I just want to thank everyone for reading!!! Finding inspiration to write has been hard lately but knowing that people enjoy my writing has really helped! So thank all of you for just even reading this. It means so much to me.]

[I will be posting daily for around a week maybe a day or two more to celebrate me hitting 300 followers. I actually procrastinated so much that we're like 7 away from 400 !! So anyways here's some content the next post will be a BadBoyHalo x Reader romantic fic :> ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL !!]

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Request by [@] Poppet3126 : "I love this!! Maybe a part 2?" (Part 1)

[He/him pronouns]

[2300+ words]

Description: Knowing the king can come with a few benefits, and also a few stresses. (Eret x m!Reader)

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{《☆》}

Dean knits the yarn between his fingers as you talk, more than happy to rest his legs over your chest. You hang off of his hospital bed, "So Spencer decided to actually talk to Derek, right? But apparently, Derek had gotten with Savannah, the medic lady."

"Derek is stupid, Spencer is amazing," Dean frowns, still the same kid who'd follow Spencer around like a duckling when he was younger. "Isn't Savannah the one who makes the bad eggnog?"

Right, that incident left a permanent mark on your brother. Dean loves eggnog and for Savannah to make it so horribly permanently tarnished her name in his eyes.

"How have the doctors been recently," You fiddled with the end of the scarf Dean had been knitting. "I heard they're close to a cure."

Dean shrug, awkwardly ducking his head. "They haven't told me much, just that they're starting testing and it's going well."

"That's good," You reach up to brush a finger against his cheek. "You know Mom would be so proud of you. I'm so proud of you."

"I know," Dean says, leaning into your palm. He didn't remember your parents but his eyes got all shiny whenever you brought them up. "Can you call off today?"

"I wish I could," You sigh, slumping back against the bed. "But just because I got the promotion doesn't mean they can't take it away. Calling off during the first week wouldn't help."

Dean frowns, pouting as he continues his scarf. "Will you visit tomorrow?"

"Of course, bud," Standing tall, you leaned over to press a kiss to your brother's forehead.

{《☆》}

You fix the straps on your arms, pulling the iron armour tighter around you. Something about being a permanent guard for the king- for Eret- was nerve-wracking. Kori and Raven were fixing their own armour behind you, joining you on your shift. It was nice to hang out with them, as teasing as they were.

Oh, the teasing. Even since your little breakfast date with Eret, none of Eret's Eight have stopped poking fun at it. Light-hearted, of course, but still embarrassing.

You press your lips together, trying not to let the thought of Eret break your carefully crafted aloofness. You pull a strap too tight, the metal digs into your arms but it's bound to loosen more so you don't bother fixing it.

Kori and Raven are already out the door, with months of practice in the complex straps and with the efficiency to prove it. They wait for you at the door, Kori blowing their bubblegum up loudly.

"Is Sara still waiting for us?" You walk over quickly, careful not to trip over yourself. You've done it before and let me tell you, standing in full iron armour is hard. Your sword is sheathed at your side for quick access but Kori and Raven don't seem bothered to do the same.

"Nah, she always heads out a bit early on Saturdays," Raven nudges Kori with a matching grin. "She has to meet with her secret loverboy."

"Or lover girl," Raven laughs, running a hand through their spiked up black hair. "I know Sara isn't one to discriminate."

"Oh don't try teasing when she isn't here," Kori shakes their head with a grin. "Not when (Y/N) right here is free ammo."

"I hate both of you." You hide your smile by walking away, still a bit put off by the idea of Eret being unprotected.

The pretty walls of the castle greet you pleasantly, warm and just as cosy as before. You love the feeling of being in these walls, it reminds you of the childhood home you and Dean used to live in before you sold it.

Quickly, Kori and Raven catch up with you. Together you speed up and are standing at the door to Eret's council room. Last you had been told, he had been in a meeting with a few of the other kingdoms. It sounded far more important than you felt comfortable protecting, but it's not like you had a choice.

Fixing your armour, the metal still digs into your arm. it's slightly more grounding than it is painful. You're glad something can keep your heart from racing as fast as it could. You already feel it almost ripping out of your chest with anxiety. It's only been a few days since you last saw Eret and still, you're smitten lovesick.

Kori walks into the room without any precaution. He is confident and you anxiously follow after him. Raven closes the door behind you all.

"Goodmorning, your majesty," Kori says with an actually acceptable amount of respect. You've never heard him call Eret his real title. It's an odd thing to actually consider after so long. You follow in his footsteps though, not sure if there are actual rules. "My King,"

Eret looks absolutely heavenly. His hair is curled around his face, a golden circlet in place of his crown today. The cape he is warning fluffs up around his neck, dragging your eyes across his jawline.  He smiles, just as sweet and lovely as you've grown accustomed to. "Goodmorning, Kori, Raven, (Y/N)."

Quickly, you step into place at his side. Kori standing at his back while Raven takes his left side. There are royalty and emissaries scattered around the room. They give you an odd glance before they seem to suddenly forget you're even there. Honestly, it's a relief to not have to hold yourself up straight in their eyes.

"I'm glad we could agree on this," Eret says, continuing from when he paused. "I don't think it'd be in our best interest to attack L'Manburg while it's still so young and flighty."

"Then that's where we disagree," A noble lady, the one who runs the capital of Aeothet, says. "The only reason we have suggested a temporary peace is only that our kingdom has been struggling with the loss during the war, we care not for that false nation."

Eret's eyes flash with something dangerous, something that has you readying your sword in case he needs your help. "If I remember correctly, Lady Anastasia, your city started very much the same as President Soot's, did it not?"

Her face flashes with something mildly bitter, "We did not dishonour ourselves enough to break away like that foolish president did. This land is blessed good fortune by Prime."

"And theirs by Lady Death," Eret leans forward with a cold smile. "Or were you not aware the lineage of President Soot, son of Lady Death and her Angel. So long as she breathes life into her son, she breathes luck into their lands."

"Very well," Lady Anastasia exhales heavily, sepia hand pressed to her cheek and covering her mouth. "We leave their land alone, they shall rot from the inside either way."

Eret doesn't even bother smiling now, looking right into her eyes as the silence lingers. You tuck your sword back in your sheath, looking at his thin-pressed lips and glancing back up. Your king turns his head to look at you and the tension drains from their shoulders, his lips perked into a small smile. "Continue with your border update."

"Of course, your majesty," Lady Anastasia said slowly. "The Badlands have been building closer to the East border than comfortable and with L'Manburg's recent independence they're closer than ever."

"Badboyhalo knows an attempt on our land, especially so close to the end of the war is risky," Eret hums, surprisingly lax with the thought. "We don't have to worry. He's smarter than that."

"Of course," Lady Anastasia bows before taking her seat. You glance over at Eret and find him deep in thought, frowning down at his clasped hands.

{《☆》}

"That was so stressful," You complained to Raven after the meeting ended. Eret stood in front of you but you could see the smile at your misery. he tried hiding it but at this point the betrayal was public. "I can't believe you're all making fun of me. Those people are scary."

"They couldn't hurt a fly here," Kori waved his hand around, coming to a stop in front of Eret. "We've got this place protected better than Lord Dream protects George."

You shake your head, trying not to smile. "I suppose that's true, but it's still nerve-wracking when they look at you."

"Just don't look back, pretend that you're a statue with sentience trying to not let anyone know you can move," Raven wiggles their fingers at you, undeterred by the lack of reaction you give. "Or you can just ignore them regularly but that's boring."

"Or," Eret starts, blinking rapidly at Raven, "You can find something else to look at. You can stare at some of the paintings in the rooms or look out a window, when I was a kid I used to stare at the garden for so long I memorized where the leaves fell during the fall and how long it took for the water to freeze over."

"Oh don't worry, Eret," Kori throws their arm over your shoulder. "He's already got someone to stare at."

You roll your eyes. "C'mon, Eret, you should eat dinner before your next meeting."

Eret steps over to you, taking your hand in theirs easily. "Alright." His hand is cold but you've never felt more comfortable.

Kori and Raven follow behind you guys with matching grins.

Food is made quicker than you could recite the entirety of the bee movie, Eret already pouring a second drink for you. It's become a bit of a dance between the two of you to see how much he can get you to eat before you stop him.

So far, the highest record is still the first breakfast you two ate together.

Kori and Raven pour themselves their own glasses of lemonade, standing closer to the table than the doors. You can't hear them well but you're sure Kori's saying something stupid.

"I was wondering what you do in your free time," Eret asks to break up an idle moment. They place their glass down so gently it doesn't clink. "I know that Sara likes to go to those monster-fighting cages and Stephen enjoys the parkour parks but I've never asked you."

"I hang out with my little brother," You babble fondly about Dean. He's the only family you have left and you'd do anything for him, though not without making sure he experiences classic sibling embarrassment. "He's incredible. Dean reads a lot and he makes these adorable scarves and he's so incredibly smart."

"I didn't know you had a little brother," Eret smiles, eyes all crinkly at the edges. He tilts his head, leaning forward. "What's his favourite animal?"

"Polar bears, he says they're the strongest type of bear and that no other animal could defeat them." You laugh, remembering the debate he held against the nurses about the best type of animal. You personally went with Emus, an endangered animal in the Savannah biomes near desserts. "He once told me my opinion on animals was valid but wrong."

Eret chuckles with you, leaning ever so close with his chin resting on his hand. "I'm curious what he'd think about Flamingo's."

You shrug, not remembering the topic ever coming up. "I'm sure he'd find something wrong with them that Polar Bears are better at."

Eret offers a cut piece of steak to you, which you accept easily. Being so close still makes your heart stutter but he looks so good up close that you can't help yourself lingering a second.

"I can't see him tomorrow since my shift runs so long so I'm hoping that when I see him on Saturday it's before he needs his vest, he always naps after," You fuss with the fork, remembering the days before the hospital, he had once slept so long he missed dinner. You had made an extra big breakfast to make up for it but he still complained about it so much.

"Vest?"

"It's for his illness, the doctors haven't named it but he's had it since he was a baby." You poke at a piece of steak before you pick it up. "It causes all kinds of trouble with his body. Lung issues, memory issues, hearing impairment. The doctors think they're close to a cure but it's still a rather small problem for most people, funding is hard."

Eret frowns, laying his fork down on the plate. He fiddled with his fingers, thinking deeply about something. "I'm sorry to hear about that."

"It's okay, it's better than nothing," You shrug. When your parents died, you would have been weeping for a chance to "fix" your brother. Older, not as stupid in grief, you realize there was never anything broken. Your brother's life is hard and he deserves the best in life, that is why it's important. If you had to pay for his treatment forever, you still would. And if they're close, you can still wait a few more years. "Dean is strong. No matter what happens, he'll make it."

"If there's anything I can do to help," Eret starts, fiddling with his fingers. It's odd to see him so anxious and embarrassed. "I want to help you and your brother, (Y/N)."

You smile, brushing your hand over his. "That's kind but we're not the only ones going through this. I'd rather help the funding for everyone than just my family."

"Okay," Eret says like it's just that easy. And for him it is. His kingdom is overflowing with riches, a treasury full of diamonds and emeralds and gold. As king, he can do what he wants. Good for you, romancing (marrying 😳?) rich. "I can donate as much as needed for the cure."

His eyes look into yours, staring for something validating and sweet. As if you'd be anything less than in love with those beautiful blue eyes. "Thank you, my Eret,"

"Your Eret," he mutters back, leaning so close that your noses brush.

{《☆》}

[Okay in my defence for so many Eret posts recently. . . I like Eret?]

[So I'm going to be doing something that you'll find out about real soon but before that, tomorrow, I'll post another chapter of Distance and then post Secret TM and then get back to my request list before anything else (might be a lie who knows)]

[I have finals in December and am Panic but will still be posting because nothing can stop my Super Simp December (does anyone remember Super Simp September last year?) So I promise I won't drop off the face of the earth yet (: ]

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I'm In Love With An E-Boy ❤

[He/him pronouns]

[2200+ words]

Description: You started off on Tiktok, getting famous for your e-boy aesthetic. How were you supposed to know that humming would lead to meeting an infamous streamer and musician. (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You started dressing like an e-boy for a friend's TikTok. They were dressing your entire friend group in different styles and she had chosen the one outfit you had dreaded.

Admittedly, it looked good on you. And apparently, 556k people agreed. So you wore the outfit a few more times, and then a few times turned into buying more outfits and showing them off on TikTok.

Now, months later, your name was synonymous with e-boy. You hummed a random tune under your breath, a song your flatmate Candi, the person who made your brand, has been blasting for the last week. You fix your collar and look over at your Twitch chat.

Streaming was a new development, but your fans took to the content eagerly. Chat was asking about what you were humming as you tapped your painted nails against your desk. "Dunno the name but it's by some guy named Wilbur Soot."

You laugh as chat goes a mile a second. You vaguely knew Wilbur, especially since Candi was obsessed with their friend group, but it was fun to mess with chat. Brushing some hair back (rip if ur bald) you go through donors and ignore chat's anguish.

"Thank you so much- pff, ppisskink69 for the 5 bomb." You bite back a worse laugh at the name. You've read worse, especially with your background in Tumblr and Wattpad, but usually, you've never had to say them aloud. "I love the name."

You laugh again as chat has a collective breakdown. "Thank you– wow you really took my comment to heart, huh? Thanks, DreamPissKink, for the tier three sub. Super intense Minecraft player, right there chat!"

As you're about to go back to telling chat your story, a dono appears in our wall that catches your eye. "Wilbur Soot with 10$ saying 'I'm in love with an e-boy'. Wow, another Super intense Minecraft Player chat. Can't believe it. Two in 5 minutes."

Even as you joke, you are a bit bashful at the dono. Compliments are a dime a dozen but a love proclamation, even satirical, are rare. At least now you can use that one meme.

'If I had a nickel for every time someone declared their love for me via Wilbur Soot lyrics I'd have 2 nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's strange that it's happened twice.'

"So, Mr Soot is in chat then, eh? Should I give him VIP?" You ask, already aware of what the outcome would be.  A mostly unanimous conclusion of 'yes' with a surprisingly scarce amount of no's. "Alright then, Lover Boy, you're VIP'ed."

He starts with a simple "hi :)" which makes you smile a bit. "Hello to you too. Would chat drop a 'hi smile' for our special guest?"

They listen quickly, your obedient simps.

Wilbur Soot: You are e-boy. Law requires I simp

His name, a dazzling gold etched into your chat alongside a VIP badge and a 2-month sub badge, which surprises you a bit, is next to the stupidest, tad bit sweet reason for his dono message. You force a more relaxed smile, fiddling with your nails as you think of a response.

"Dunno, Lover Boy, you've been subbed an awfully long time." You chuckle a bit, leaning a bit closer to your mic. "You're in her bed but I'm in her Twitch chat? Sounds an awful lot like you're S-I-M-Ping. Is this your way of flirting?"

"I mean, it's a bit odd." You say, leaning back. You pop your knuckle as you talk. "But also sweet. You've impressed me, Lover Boy."

Chat is loving the banter and especially the nickname. It's definitely a new way to stream, one you're not at all used to, but it's so easy to roll off of Wilbur. Usually, you're just talking to chat, switching topics as messages come but now it's just you and Wilbur. You can almost forget chat is even there as you sort through for Wilbur's responses.

"Oh! I have to go soon chat, Wilbur." You tap your nails against your desk softly. Humming his songs loudly, you end stream with promises to continue conversations the next day. "See you soon Lover Boy~!"

You cackle as chat breaks down once again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur Soot (@) WilburSoot

E-boys are ruining my life

         TommyInnit (@)TommyInnit

          Simp

                   Tubbo (@) Tubbo

                    Simp

                            Philza (@) Ph1lzA 

                            Simp

                            +11 OTHER REPLIES

        Tall ppl step on me  (@) Y/U/N

        If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask <3

{《☆》}

You take a long sip from your coke, swiping texts from your brother who was trying to convince you to join one of his TikToks so he could impress a pair of twins who were apparently fans of yours. You ended stream twenty minutes ago but the time seemed to dredge on slowly without Wilbur.

You hum along to another one of Wilbur's songs under your breath. You haven't listened to all of them, though you did have a particular fondness for his YCGMA Album. Candi peeked their head through the door as you were humming. "YN!"

He bounced over, all bubbly energy and caffeine addiction coursing through their veins. "I heard Wilbur Soot was in your chat! How'd you manage that?"

"Dunno mate," You shrug softly, all too used to her unintentionally aggressive wording. "I was just talking about that one time a hammock gave me a panic attack and humming a  bit and he just appeared."

Candi hums sympathetically, brushing some of their fluffy white hair out of their face. "At least now you can simp openly. Ha, simp."

"I called him pretty once." You frown.

"Three times," he corrects. "And on an even better note, Wilbur likes you too! Of course, you were his gay awakening." Candi frowned thoughtfully. "bi awakening?"

"Rude to speculate sexualities," You remind them, standing up with your now empty coke can. "And either way, pretty sure it was a bit."

Candi sighs, thoroughly smitten. "He's dead fit though."

You make a vague noise of agreement, tossing your can in the trash. Your phone buzzes again so you tossed it on your bed, "So, where are we going again?"

Candi started grinning, her hair suddenly reminding you of a mad scientist as she rubbed their hands together. You were a bit disappointed she hadn't started laughing maniacally as thunder rumbled in the background. "It's a surprise, on a need-to-know basis if you will."

"Oh whatever," You playfully scoff. "Let me change and we can go."

Candi nods, humming a soft tune. "I'll feed Kermit before we go." And out they go with a bounce in their step.

{《☆》}

Unsurprisingly, Candi takes you to a sweets cafe. She was notorious in your friend group for always knowing the best cafes. Although that was where his luck ended, she probably had the worst tastes in restaurants, even beating Sam.

"Aren't the seats the comfiest?" They sighed, leaning back in her chair.

"This place is pretty nice." You nod along, pulling your beanie back down a bit. "A tad bit expensive though, innit?"

"I suppose but were good off, enough to splurge a bit." He gives a pointed look at your admittedly expensive Samsung. Those extra hundreds of dollars were worth it though, you had so much storage.

"You're right," You sighed good-naturedly. Then a frankly genius idea hit you. "We could find a way to eat here and cover the cost."

"What-?" The notion hit Candi at the same time. He grinned sharply. "Tiktok?"

You nodded resolutely. "Tiktok."

"And," You added. "We could show off our outfits."

Candi was positively gleeful. "Clout and candy!"

You pulled out your phone and in a quick 15second video showed off the cute cafe and your nice outfits. As views started wracking up, your (F/S) and Candi's milkshake were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," You smiled at the waiter. They smiled back, a cloud of scattered pink dust over their tan face. Maybe another day you would've flirted with them, but damned Wilbur Soot was on your mind.

Think of the devil and he shall tweet

Wilbur Soot (@)Wilbursoot

Replying to (@) Y/U/N

   If you're offering I wouldn't be opposed

Oh, that man will be the death of you. Before you could respond, you get another two notifications from him. A TikTok comment and... a request to message you on Twitter.

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You bite your lip, trying to not show how flustered you were. Unluckily, Candi knew you too well.

"Ooh~ you texting a boy?" Candi giggles. "Although when do you ever go out without me to meet them?"

"As if you're any better."

She nods, "True, too true."

"But— are you texting a boy?" Candi drags out the 'but' on for longer than needed. She made grabby hands for your phone. "C'mon, show your sweetness."

"No, Candi—! I will literally kill you—!" You shriek as they drag their fingers down your side. Uncontrollably, your phone clatters to the floor as you gasp for breath. He swipes it quickly, her eyes widening at the comment.

"See! I was right!" She claps her hands together, your phone on the table, forgotten. You quickly swipe it back. He giggles loudly. It feels like every turns to you. "He's totally into you!"

"Candi." You hiss, a deep sense of shame and embarrassment growing as did your horror. It felt like everyone was watching you. You could hear dissimilar laughter in your ears. As if you were a child again, crying in the playground as bullies made fun of the stupid gay transfer. Against your will, tears prickled the edges of your eyes.

You stand with a difficult deep breath. "I'm going back to the flat."

"Wait, Y/N—," Candi stood too, a growing regret in their eyes. "I didn't... I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You say before walking out of the cafe. Your phone dings again and all it brings is bile.

{《☆》}

Your moping in bed isn't helping. The sickness clogging your throat isn't going away after watching 2 seasons of The Office.

You get a youtube message of some random video you don't care to watch. As you go to swipe it, you open all your notifications and suddenly you're faced with Wilbur's notifications. It makes your stomach turn with an unknowable emotion.

Hey Y/N

BLOCK OR REPORT

DELETE

ACCEPT

After a second of hesitation, you click accept. You don't know what to say though so you just send a "hey" back.

You:

Hey

Thanks for all the compliments btw

they made my day

im glad!

i did mean all of them

you're like insanely pretty :)

You're making me blush

A cute boy who happens to make music? 

middle school me would be sobbing ngl

you think im cute?

Well uh

Maybe

Oh.

:)

i think ur cute 2

I could tell but hearing you say it is sweet

would you maybe want to talk a bit?

Maybe a date?

Oh :>

Yes, I would love to!

okay then

i should probably go to bed but uh

sweet dreams ♡

You too, Lover Boy

♡

You grin at your phone, Wilbur compliments you once and suddenly your heart is aflutter. pressing your hands to your face, you try to shake off the heat. You can't tell if your face is red/your face can't turn red but the warmth is a bearable torture.

You glance at your door, suddenly aware of your roommate again. You haven't spoken, scared she'd suddenly decided she hated you. But things have been going well for you so...

Your door creaked open unsettlingly loud. Slowly, you crept outside. Your living room was empty, but blankets were spread over the couch so you knew he was close.

You wandered to the kitchen, looking for Candi before you wandered to the fridge. Your (F/S) was sitting there, hardly touched. Candi must've brought it back...

'Y/N?" Candi called out hesitantly. Your best friend looked exhausted, small bags under her eyes as she stood at the doorway in oversized Star Wars merch you bought her for her birthday. "You're here."

You hadn't even heard him walk in, or even a door open. They threw themselves at you, clutching your sweater tightly as they shake horribly. "Are you okay? I—I've been so worried and I'm so, so sorry!"

"Candi..." You sniff loudly as Candi holds you tighter. Her presence comforts you just by being with you. It makes you feel dumb for avoiding him. "It's okay. You didn't mean to."

"I still made you cry. I hurt you, Y/N." Candi pulls back, still close to you but enough so that she can wipe her tears. You know how much Candi hates hurting people, unspoken trauma led her to a gentle disposition even if her wording lacked much to be desired. "I'm so, so sorry for hurting you, sweetpea."

The nickname was sugary sweet, it usually made you fake groan especially since you had a naturally emo style as a teen when you met her and hated it just as much. But now it just warmed your heart.

Candi was like family to you and as she pulled you into another hug, you were glad she was who she was. Candi was a part of you, a piece of your heart. Without her, you'd probably have gone back to your hometown after university and been stuck there forever.

"Wanna watch The Office?" You ask in lieu of more soft, mushy, emotions.

"Of course I would, sweetpea."

{《☆》}

Tall ppl step on me (@) Y/U/N

TFW a tall person actually offers to step on you... (@) WilburSoot <333

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[I wrote this all out by hand... I hate myself and also I'm prepared to fight God.]

[I recently rewrote the entire outline for Distance and I realized that the only thing that can stop me is God or my own willpower and I ran out of coffee a week ago. Time to get rid of God once and for all.]

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Description: You and your sister Cairo are on your way to the Antartic Empire to stay with family. There is some trouble along the way. (Muffinteers x M!Reader)

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"Cairo," you call, throwing a stick into the slowly growing fire. "It's getting late, kid."

Your sister's tent remains closed though, quiet even when she'd usually be complaining loudly about spending another night in the woods. You stretched quietly, almost letting it go if not for something in your head nagging at you.

"Hey, kid? You asleep already?" You glanced back at the fire, where you should be keeping watch as she slept. Stepping over a log you pushed aside a flap of the tent. Xyr bedroll was empty, xry covers still neatly set up and practically untouched.

"Well, shit..."

{《☆》}

Wiggling xyr fingers awkwardly, she tried to pull xry hand out of the tight knots. Xry socks scrapped against the floor as she hung, they were undoubtedly ripped which she was slightly upset about, they were xyr favourite pair. Cairo knew with hindsight that leaving xyr brother behind was the worst decision she could've made.

Huffing, she stopped for a moment to breathe. It was so stupid. All she wanted was to have a little fun and maybe steal a few gold coins off of them and they kidnap xem. Xyr pouch was tucked into one of the backpacks in front of xyr, so they were the real thieves. There were at least 4 copper coins that they were taking and not to mention the ugly one pocketing xyr dagger!

She was so going to tell her brother one of them hit on xyr. They are so going to regret kidnapping xyr. 

When she finally managed to pull xyr thumb out, one of xem kidnappers came out of the tent they had been talking in. She puffed xyrs chest out and glared, xyr heart beating as they walked over anyway.

"So, we've decided to kill you!" They clap their hands together enthusiastically, a wide grin on their face before they burst out laughing. "No, we're not. But you should've seen the look on your face! Hilarious. Anyway, we're going to keep you! Or Stevie'll keep you, she was adamant on not letting you die or selling you so this is the next best thing! You should thank her!"

"What?" She said, head spinning. They laughed again, less insane this time, and turned to leave. "Wait! What-? You can't-"

"We can, we are." They shrugged and ducked to get back in the tent.  She glared at the offending green, gritting xyr teeth as it stayed upright.

Looking up, she stood as tall as she could and started yanking xyr hand out. Dirt got in xyr socks as she managed to get a free hand. Pulling at the rope with xyr hand was so much easier than xyrs earlier nonsensical wiggling and she pulled it out quickly. Glancing back at the tent, she riffled through the bags and pulled out both xyr pouch and a pretty pink pouch and started running. 

She started off north, both pouches wound tightly closed and packed into xyr waistband. Cairo didn't even know if xyr brother was in that direction and ran with blind hope.

{《☆》}

You pressed your sword into the healer's neck, casting a critical eye around the campsite. The group of freelance mercenaries was beaten and forced on their knees. "Where is my sister?"

The tallest one laughed nervously, their eyes, violet eyes, darting around the camp and settling on a set of ropes before darting back to you quickly. They didn't have xyr then, but they had. The healer, who was crying pitifully, blurted out an answer. "We sold her."

"You're lying to me," you growled. "Now tell the actual truth or I'll chop your head off."

"I'm sorry." They gasped, breathless as they trembled. "She ran off. I don't know what way. Please don't kill me."

You dropped her to the ground and kicked her as a warning. They were useless to you now if she had already gotten out. If you were a stronger man, maybe you'd have killed them for it, but you weren't a killer yet and you didn't want them to be the first blood on your hands.

Wrapping your own rope around their wrists, you pulled them just a bit too tight. You may not kill them but they still took your sister.  

Hands wound tightly around your necklace, you followed your sister's trail with swift feet. Xyr movements were jerky and panicked, wrapping around a tree twice before they ducked into a low hanging canopy and started straight forward for what seemed like miles.

Cairo was a fast little gremlin when she wanted to be and it showed by how far you had to walk. But slowly it seemed your compass was honing in xyr position as it swivelled a bit to the left.

Rushing forward, you walked into another campsite with your sword drawn. You could see your sister's back to you, arguing with a masked fellow. "My brother is going to come for me, I don't need your help."

"It could take hours for him to navigate these woods." They stressed, their hand nowhere near their sword at their hip which meant you could knock him out and take Cairo without a struggle. "How would he even know where..."

A sword was pointed at your back, making you straighten up and pivot forward as the unknown swordsman swung too slowly. Keeping the momentum you dashed towards your sister and came sword to sword with the masked man in a hideous lime green cloak. Their mask was more menacing face to face, porcelain that shone like glass with the tiniest cracks and you could see the briefest glance of his tan skin. 

Cairo ducked out of the way, tucked close to you like a little baby bear to their mama. You dodged the dark-haired swordsman with a twirl, making sure to keep xem near you at all times. The masked man managed to get a lucky blow, cutting through your shirt right below where your compass hung around your neck. 

Gritting your teeth, you managed to knock the dark-haired swordsman to their knees and before the masked one could stab you through your kidney you wrapped your arm around the weakened man's neck and pulled them between you two.

"Try anything and I kill him." You threatened. Cairo hesitantly stepped behind you, glancing between all of you. The other's face was impossible to read with a mask on, but their knuckles went white before they dropped their sword.

"Don't you dare." They hissed. 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you took a quick glance back at Cairo. Unluckily for you, your captive grew a pair and elbowed you. Gasping, you kicked out wildly as you started falling backwards. Someone cursed and you took vindictive pleasure in causing them pain before Mask pointed their sword at your neck.

"Stop! Y/N-" Cairo stepped forward but you glared at xem. You glanced between xem and the forest and she obviously caught on. She didn't move though, still in the same place with the one you had previously held captive moving behind her.

Mask put their foot on your stomach and pressed a little too hard, making you gasp for breath. Glaring up at them, you let your grip on your sword go lax and waited.

"Don't ever threaten Sapnap again." His voice was venomous, still laboured with his effort to keep you down. They pressed down harder. "Or it'll be the last thing you do."

Baring your teeth, you heard something snap in the distance. Mask looked over quickly and you forced yourself to roll away. Mask stumbled heavily as 'Sapnap' stepped in front of your sister and towards you. 

"Stop fighting them!" Cairo shrieked desperately, panicked as Dream picked himself up faster than you expected.

"I promised..." You gasped for breath. "That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise."

"They aren't hurting me! They helped me!" She yells. When you pause, Mask manages to knock you down again and this time he doesn't go lax. Sapnap looks back at xem and his brows furrow. 

"Wait... is this the brother you were talking about?"

"Yes!"

Mask doesn't look away so you don't either. It's a particularly aggressive staring contest, but the fighting is more comfortable than the other stares people give you. Xyr huffs, moving past Sapnap and standing right by your side. "Dream, if you kick my brother again I will curse you."

'Dream' stared you down as he got off you, sword tightly held in his hands. You took a quick breath in and slowly got up, never taking your eyes off of him either. You weren't planning on losing this fight.

One of the voices in your head, the ones you usually try to suppress with varying success, pipes up with a teasing quip. "I really want those hands wrapped around my neck instead of his sword"

Grimacing, it still didn't break you.

"his hands but make it a necklace," another agreed.

"i want those thighs to... anyway"

"/rainbowchat"

"okay but that mask is kinda... ya knowww"

"bonk horny jail for all of you"

You couldn't help but look away. Your voices were making things take a very uncomfortable turn. Coming from the forest, two other men walked out and finally Dream looked away.

Cairo pressed close to you and instantly the voices went back to fussing over xem. You wrapped an arm around xem even though your arm was as sore as the rest of you. Goggles and Hoodie, as you dubbed them mentally, were glancing over at you a lot. Dream and Sapnap were probably telling them all about how you got your ass handed to you.

"Are you hurt?" You whisper asked. Cairo shook xyr head, wiggling xyr fingers in a so-so motion.

"Bad, the hoodie guy, gave me some balm for my feet and helped me wash off my rope burns." She whispered back and then gestured down to the new pair of sandals that were obviously too big for xyr feet. Then, in a meeker voice, she said, "I'm sorry for sneaking out."

You shake your head softly, adrenaline already draining. "Right now I'm just glad you're okay." Then, in the same voice your Dad used to speak with, you added. "We will be discussing your punishment later."

She pouted, already aware that she was losing xyr free-range privilege. Now you were going back to the days of kiddy leashes like when she was 8 and in an even worse rebellious phase. At least back than it was easier to pick xem up.

"Hello!" Hoodie, Bad technically but that was a weird name so you weren't calling him that, bounced over to you with a diplomatic smile. "So you're Cairo's brother?"

You nod slowly, you felt awkward standing there without your sword and virtually defenceless against four armed men. "I came here 'cause she was missing."

"Yeah, we found her looking for you after some people took her I suppose," Goggles added. You appreciated the fact that he didn't look you in the face, it was more than amusing especially since it happened so often.

With a mean grin, you said, "I already took care of them. They'll be hogtied in these woods until some bear comes and takes pity on them."

Cairo grins up at you, brushing xyr hair back and mimicking a crazy sign. "Those wackos were a special kind of crazy. Wouldn't be surprised if the bears ran from them."

Despite yourself, you chuckled at your sister's quips. Dream glanced over at you, like he was in disbelief you could perform the most menial task of laughing. The voices whispered in your head, their own, more flirty, or in some cases violent, quips.

You shrugged at him. Bad clapped his hands together, his face a bit off-put but understanding. "Well I know you two probably want to head back home and all but it is getting late. You two can stay here for the night if you want." Then he added on. "And since there are more of us it'd be safer too!"

You looked over at your sister. You didn't particularly like anyone there but Cairo was... well not in the best shape despite the act she put up. Xyr feet were still all bloody and probably a bit torn, xyr clothes in a mess of a state. She'd end up with hypothermia if she tried to go back at night, especially when it hits an all-time low.

"Yeah, I think we should." You finally say. Bad nods along with a pleasing smile, obviously already having your train of thought.

Goggles fixed his, well, goggles, pushing them up with a finger before taking them off altogether to put them back on. "Well, we should probably set up our extra tent then. If you can't tell, we weren't exactly planning to find a pair of homeless strangers in the wood."

"We aren't homeless," You instantly protest, despite the fact that it's technically true.

Goggles gives you an unimpressed look over and your voices instantly choose a new target to simp over until Dream grabs their attention again by scoffing. Although to be fair, in your slightly biased opinion, Goggles was better looking than Dream.

"Well, either way," They gesture to their camp. "We weren't prepared for visitors so we'll need a few minutes to find and set up your tent." He brushed some long pieces of hair behind his ear, giving a quick but pretty smile.

"That's fine. Thank you," You were mentally adding Goggles to the short list of people you'd let the voices simp over. After all, you did have a slight weakness for pretty boys and the voices would simp over just anyone if you didn't give them some fuel, case in point: Dream.

The masked individual was standing tense in front of you, his stare heavy. Dream's hands were tight on his sword, situating himself in front of Sapnap protectively. It was a silent threat to move away, daring you to fight him too,  but he cared more about keeping you away from Sapnap than fighting. How soft of him.

Cairo tugged on your sleeve, reminding you of your own protective streak. Glancing up, you gave a hardly noticeable dip of your head and turned away with your sister still tucked in your side. Who knows if Dream reacted to your silent truce or if he even realized you understood his anger. It didn't matter to you though, you were already helping Goggles (who introduced himself as George) finish the tent.

{《☆》}

Cairo knocked out on xyrs rolled out sleeping bag, tucked in snugly because the voices were extra over-protective of xyr injured state. She was thoroughly exhausted, dozing off seconds after she laid down.

You brushed some of xyrs hair back, gently tracing xyr hairline and cheek bone. You remembered when your Mama used to do this to you, humming a song to you in her native language as she gently traced a line from your nose up to your forehead. When the song came to a close, you'd always be asleep without fail. Mama never got to do that for Cairo, but you could.

Unexpectedly, your tent opens and Hoodie peeks in. "Oh, hi! Sorry to barge in but, uh–, we wanted to have a little group discussion about..."

"Us."

Bad nods, his cheeks flushed with an odd off-white blush. "We'll be around the campfire waiting!"

You glance back at Cairo, hesitating briefly. Chat was vehemently protesting leaving her alone but... you trusted xem. She wouldn't do it again and she knew to run if these men turned out corrupt. Picking up your sword, you awkwardly half crawled half squatted out.

Dream, Sapnap, and George were talking lowly. Quiet enough for you to not hear, unluckily enough.

Chat, however, seems to hear them just fine.

"Ouchie"

"Wow can't believe Dream would insult us like that"

"Smh just like every other yt boy"

"Heart been broke so many times..."

Well, that issue was slightly settled. As you walked over to them, a bit miffed at being insulted behind your back and tired, Hoodie noticed you.

"Hey–" They hesitated.

"It's Y/N." Glancing over at Dream and George, who were both giving you neutral looks. Surprisingly Sapnap was the only one grinning.

"Right." Hoodie coughed, wearing an awkward smile. "Well, please sit. I'm sure we can all have a nice and civil discussion."

Dream coughed, muttering to Sapnap.

"I will literally nuke him"

"If he says 1 more thing about my boy I will just start crying"

"Why do we even crush on yt men anymore we're too good for them"

Again, rude much.

You sat down right next to Bad, who you now had slightly more respect for, across from the Trio themselves. Sapnap gave you a polite smile and George was still the pinnical of neutral but Dream... that man was staring daggers at you. You could feel it.

"So, why was I called here again?" You are very aware you haven't asked yet, but the sentence structuring is better so you're ignoring it. For plot.

Sapnap leaned forward, completely unconcerned by how close he was to the fire. "Well first off, Dream wants an apology."

That was rather blunt, you tilt your head to the side to stare Dream directly in the eye and then back at Sapnap. The voices argue over whether or not Sapnap's toothy, boyish grin makes him simpable or not. Again, at least he's not Dream.

"The masked yt boy failed us we're sapnap stans now"

"Sapnap arson pog?"

"Is he yt? He looks yt"

"arson pog"

"ik dream is yt and evil and all but those arms tho..."

Fine, you would be the better and bigger person. "That's fair. Dream, Sapnap, I apologize for being wrong."

"Not for attacking them?" George asked, a brow raised coolly.

"I'm not sorry for defending Cairo. I didn't know who you were, I didn't care what happened to you." It was easy to explain, however rude and blunt it might sound. Your sister, to you, was of the highest priority. Her safety was number 1 to anything else. If you went back in time with the knowledge you have now, maybe you would've tried a different approach. Without that knowledge, however, you'd do it again in a heartbeat. "I am sorry that I was wrong. Sapnap and Dream weren't harming her, so I apologized."

George gives you a slow look before shrugging. "Good enough."

"I accept the apology!" Sapnap chuckled good-naturedly. How he was so easy going was odd, but the voices cooed warmly so you let it go. "No permanent harm done, all is forgiven."

"I suppose I understand." Dream nodded, his voice short and clipped. It seemed your apology hadn't managed to thaw his entire, frozened neutral persona but at the very least it was a room temperature persona now.

"We'd all do anything for the ones we love," Bad agreed, an understanding in his voice. Chat liked him, you realized, and you respected him. An excellent combination not to be skewered. He was rounded off corners at the edge of a table, easy to brush off but able to thoroughly damage someone or a dull pencil point that you accidentally dig into your finger. Innocent at first, harmless at second glance, but truly he was a peaceful persona.

Accidents or anger, and the peacefulness would be a weapon. Peaceful does not mean harmless.

"Well, I'll be off. I've got to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow."

"Tommorow?" Bad crows back. He has a look on his face, well meaning and eager to take in strays, not wanting to let you go yet. Worried, in simplest terms. "I don't think Cairo will be fully healed by tomorrow. Especially not enough for a long walk."

"No, she won't. But I'm planning on carrying xem back to camp." You tilt your head back, glancing at the tent. Cairo should be in xyr bedroll, resting xyr feet. Hopefully. Logically, you knew she would. Emotionally you were anxious to get back to xem.

"You two are welcome to stay here until she's fully healed?" Bad leaned closer, a kind and helping hand. They shook their head a tiny bit, thinking to themselves. "I know the tent isn't the most comfortable but we could set up a better tent tomorrow?"

"Thank you, you are very kind," And it is a sweet thought. Your voices are cooing at the demon already. "But I'd rather be on the road sooner rather than later. Cairo and I are on a tight schedule."

"Where you heading?" Dream tilted his head, like a confused puppy.

"The Antarctic Empire. We have family there. I—," Briefly, you hesitate and glance back at Cairo's tent. "I think it'd do xem some good to be around family again."

Sapnap and Bad nod sympathetically, if not in slight pity. It's an irritating emotion but you've gotten used to it.

"We'll, we weren't planning on heading there but I'm sure a small detour is fine!" Bad glances over at the rest of his group. They shrug or nod and Bad grins. "It's not that far and we've been quite a few times before. We can help navigate around anywhere you might need."

"Anywhere," George says ominously, snickering with Sapnap.

"Maybe," Its all you can think to say. Your voices want to go with them, the load of simps. And logic says to stay away. Ultimately your decision would be left up to the ultimate tie breaker..

Cairo.

"I'm heading out for the night. Thanks again for the tent."

"No problem!" Bad waves you off.

The night is cool but not cold. The crickets are loud in a comfort white noise way. It's nice, the voices agree. Maybe, just maybe, a small part of you wants Cairo to agree.

{《☆》}

[Cairo's Pronouns: She/Herself/Xem/Xyr]

[Nope, this is my longest fic. Luckily this was written digitally and my hands are fine. I'm so bored rn might nap.]

[I am planning on connecting a few fics together for fun. This might be getting a part two with sbi as the main part. I do be liking my dreamteam relationship arc tho... that is what I was hinting at btw I just was in a dream Stan mood bcus of his song WHICH IS FIRE GO LISTEN]

[I don't have anything else to say so goodnight. OH WAIT, Karl post next fyi! Now I'm done.]

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