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types of kisses || irl!multiple x reader (separately)

. request:  What about types of kisses they would give you with some of the dream smp? (Your choice 🙈) Also can I be 🪰 anon?

. i’m gonna do my reg three- karl, quackity, & wilbur and welcome to my anon list!

. includes: irl!wilbur, irl!quackity, irl!karl

. pronouns: they/them although not rlly said

Wilbur:

. nose or hand kisses- you can not tell me otherwise

. he just thinks you are so downright adorable

. like- he will just stare at you for a while, then once you look up just softly kiss your nose

. he’d be like- wait let me be your good luck charm mwah

. if you’re focusing hard on studies or smth, he will call your name to make you look up, bend over and press a soft kiss to your nose- super cute

. he loves the slightly shocked but loving smile you give him after as well. pls if you do it back he will love you forever

. if you want kids- he will def do that to them as well and make it a normal thing

. when you guys are cuddling, he will just play with your hands and fingers, pressing light kisses to them

. if you are writing or typing a lot, he will try to make you take a break and press his lips against the pads of your fingers

. when you cut your hand- you know he will act like a nurse and fix you up, as well as kiss it better

Karl:

. temple/crown of your head kisses

. he says he does it to ‘stay on your mind’ quite literally

. anytime he is hugging you, cuddling, arm around the waist/shoulder, he will just randomly press light kisses to your temple or top of the head

. also because he gets nervous and you can’t see his red face as he does it ;)

. at the beginning of the relationship he was so scared to do it but once he did it and saw your positive reaction- he pushes himself to do it more

. afterwards he may just bury his face into your hair, embracing your presence

. his kisses just make you feel so secure and safe

. he’s a bit insecure so when he does it he feels like it’ll remind you of him and love him more (which yes but pls reassure him)

. eventually he wouldn’t get as nervous to do it and do it whenever he felt like it- still gets giddy though

Quackity:

. kisses on the cheek- either when he gives them to you or you to him

. he esp loves to see your reaction after and will try it on stream so he can have it recorded

. also so he can show you off on stream

. if you kiss him on the cheek he will get so blushy and malfunction

. he just freezes up and has that lovesick smile

. he melts afterwards pls

. he will give u a ton of kisses all over your face but he just likes to kiss your cheeks better

. if you’re about to lecture him or get him in trouble for something- he will be like “haha you love me…right?” and try to kiss you on the cheek to get you less mad

. he does it out of love though

. if you dodge it as a joke- he will be so heartbroken pls and dramatic

. will have to repay him back tenfold

an: askdh i loved this one- super cute

requests will continue to be open but a bit slowed!

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Summary: Babysitting Michael with Techno reminds you that, though the two of you are unconventional people, you could make parenting work. Genre: fluff Warnings: none that i can think of- just tooth-rotting fluff Pronouns: they/them Note: writing this fic killed me [in a good way] but this is for @hufflepuff-writings 1K event!! congrats on 1k kait :D you so so deserve it <3

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You stared incredulously as Techno shuffled Michael around in the cotton fabric, attempting to tie it around him and fashion a make-shift diaper.

He was failing so horribly you were beginning to wonder if this man had ever babysat at all.

Slowly walking over to him, you peered around his bulky frame, grimacing when you noticed how uncomfortable Michael looked.

“Tech, I’m beginning to think you’ve never changed a diaper before,” you muttered under your breath, sighing in disbelief at the mess the man had made on the table.

He froze, as if he had been caught red-handed, giving you a guilty side-eye, “I feel like now would be a good time to tell you that I have, in fact, never changed a diaper-”

You scoffed, reaching up to slap his shoulder, though your palm only connected with the cool netherite armor he was always in, “Then why would you agree?”

Techno let go of his pathetic excuse of a diaper and moved slightly away from the table, leaning down to rest both his hands on your shoulders. You looked up to meet his gaze.

“Because I can’t say no to you.”

You would’ve thought it was adorable had the both of you not been put in charge of taking care of Michael. Shoving him to the side, you took his spot and quickly fixed up the diaper while Techno stood off to the side, trying to understand how you did it.

Lifting up the now soiled garment, you held it a few inches in front of you, smirking, “I saw this and thought of you.” “I’m honored,” Techno responded with a tight-lipped smile, hurriedly stepping back to avoid you as you walked over to the trash can.

Quickly washing your hands, you dried them against your pants as you stared at the clock on the wall, trying to decipher the time.

Techno walked over to you, standing directly behind you as he read the clock as well, “Why does it take you forever to read the time? It’s 3:36 PM, Tubbo and Ranboo will be back soon.” “Shut up, I was about to say that,” you grumbled, walking over to where Michael laid on his bed, his tiny hands reaching up at the mobile that hung above him.

The baby zombie piglin babbled to himself, laughing and giggling as he tried to grab at the toys. You felt your heart melt as you scooped him up in your hands, feeling him grab at your shirt. You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, laughing when Michael squealed, patting at your cheeks.

“Aren't you just the cutest?” you whispered, moving Michael over to the side so he could rest against your hip.

Techno walked over to you, peering down at the baby wriggling around with his legs wrapped around your waist. Michael stared up at him, carefully watching Techno’s finger as he reached out to tap his nose.

You smiled to yourself at the little interaction, and at Techno’s soft smile when Michael grabbed at his finger.

Checking the time again, you realized that you have yet to get Michael to take a nap.

“Can you hold him for a sec?” you muttered, already moving Michael into Techno’s hands before he could respond.

Walking over to the kitchen, you began heating up the milk to prepare a bottle. Meanwhile, Techno was struggling with Michael.

He felt out of place holding such a small, precious being in his hands. The voices weren't making things any easier, either.

What is this...thing?

Throw it, let's see how far it'll go.

Why is it sniffling?

Grimacing, Techno cradled Michael against his chest, slowly rocking him from one side to the other. He has seen you do it plenty of times, so he figured he could try it as well.

He didn't expect to be as successful as you, of course. It was no surprise that Michael loved you so much, you were the embodiment of calmness. You were caring, you glowed like the early morning sun wherever you went. You had kind eyes and a soft smile; you were perfect.

He was a brute, a man with a nearly infinite number of deaths on his hand. He brought bloodshed wherever he went; what was he doing with a baby?

You wiped off the excess drops of milk from the bottom of the bottle, stepping out of the kitchen to find Techno standing over by the window, Michael resting in his hands.

“Tech, I’m-”

You cut yourself off.

Techno turned to you, a nervous smile on his face, “Sorry. I've been thinkin’ is all.”

“He's asleep.” “Hm?” Techno fixed you with a look, before looking down at the zombie piglin in his arms.

Michael was fast asleep, mumbling to himself, slowly moving around against Techno’s chest. His tiny fists pat against his face, and he let out a quiet sneeze.

Your heart swelled with adoration at the sight of the two of them, reminding you of what you could possibly have in the future with Techno.

He handed off Michael to you, allowing you to place him in his bed.

“You know, just for the record,” you began, stretching your arms up as you walked over to the couch, “I think you'd make a great father.” Techno let out a laugh at that, following you, “Sure, me being a father is the very thing this world needs.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes before cuddling into his side, relaxing at the way his fingers drummed rhythmic patterns against your hip.

“I don't know, I think we could make it work,” you hum, placing a feather-light kiss above his collarbone, then resting your head against his chest.

Maybe Techno hadn't been the best man he could possibly be, maybe he hadn't been fit to be a father. But with you, he figured he could make it work.

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This is literally so lovely

hi! i’ll completely understand if you deny this request but could i get a angst/comfort story with Wilbur? maybe the reader is having a moment with their mental health and kinda hit themselves as a (unhealthy) coping mechanism and Wilbur happens to walk in and find the reader when they’re having one of these moments? once again i’ll completely understand if you deny this request, reader pronouns can be whatever you’re most comfortable with, i don’t mind any pronouns and your writing is really good, thanks!:)

Hello! Thank you for your request, and I’m so happy you enjoy my writing! I hope I did this well, thank you again and enjoy!

By Author Blade <3

Title: Forever & Always (Wilbur Soot x Gn!Reader)

Summary: Your mental health hits a low, but Wilbur’s there to help pick up the pieces.

Warnings: General descriptions of poor mental health, unhealthy coping mechanisms (hitting), hurt/comfort

Being alone all day with your thoughts wasn’t ideal.

Your boyfriend was out all day- busy with life and catching up with old friends. You didn’t talk to him about your terrible mood, thinking you’d be fine for a day. It wasn’t even a full day, just a measly few hours, but with the recent developments in your life it wasn’t hard for you to slip into these types of fits. If Wilbur had known about this, he wouldn’t have left you alone. It felt wrong to hold him back from having a good time just because you weren’t having one.

After a week of teachers assigning unnecessary projects from school, overwhelming demands from work, and dealing with your declining mental health from the stress of said work, you were just tired. Not the type of tired that can be overcome by a few hours of sleep, no, the type of tired that weighed on your being like a bag of sand. Heavy, painful, draining, and fucking tired.

The wind and rain banging on the windows did very little to help with this. If anything, it only added to the dread that started to fill your stomach. You weren’t really scared of storms, but the cracks of thunder and bright flashes of lightning weren’t calming to you, either.

You wanted to escape- to block out all the noise. You moved into the bathroom without a second thought, the small, windowless room just secluded enough to keep you from blowing up entirely.

But then the power went out. And now you were left alone in the dark, thoughts still buzzing, and wind howling. You could barely see the toilet in front of you. Suddenly the small room didn’t feel as small. That feeling of safety you held onto so dearly started to dissipate.

The dread started to creep back, pooling in your gut and making you feel hopeless. What if I never get over this? You pulled your knees to your chest and kept a firm grip on your pants, trying your best to keep from slipping into old habits. Where is he? What if he never comes home? You shut your eyes tight, shaking your head to try to physically remove the thoughts rooted in fear from your mind.

It wasn’t working.

Anxiety started to eat at your brain like a mold. Every thought was another insecurity or doubt that hurt to think about. Your hands felt like they were moving on their own, raising up to grip your hair. You let out a strangled noise, knowing what you were about to and trying your best to stop it.

You reeled one of your hands back, hitting the heel of your palm against the side of your head. It’s like you were trying to forcefully push the thoughts out, or maybe you were just punishing yourself for being weak- you didn’t want to think about it. Tears started to form in your eyes as you repeated this action. It didn’t hurt too much, but everything was just getting to you at once and you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

You scorned yourself for resorting to this again, but you didn’t stop. The repetitiveness of it was grounding, somehow. The pain was dull, but it was distracting enough to keep your focus off of your original distressing thoughts.

Wilbur came home a bit earlier than he intended. The torrential downpour put the rest of his afternoon activities on hold, which was kind of upsetting, but he was excited to come home and see you. He walked into the house, immediately noting the lack of power as he shed off his soaked jacket and took off his shoes.

“(Y/N)?” He called out to you as he took off his beanie and shook out his wet hair, but didn’t get a response. Wilbur just assumed you were asleep- what else was there to do on a shitty day like this? And without power? It was pretty early afternoon, but he knew you’d take any opportunity to take a nice nap.

He peeked at the couch as he walked by it. You weren’t there, maybe you were upstairs? He checked your shared bedroom next, finding it hard to maneuver around the house in the dark. He managed to ram his legs into at least three different things before he got to the bed. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room for a brief moment, and he noticed the bed was empty, too.

Odd… You couldn’t be in shower, could you? He hadn’t heard the water running… and he doubted you’d take a shower in complete darkness. He was starting to worry a little- you didn’t tell him you were leaving, so where were you? The storm was starting to get a lot worse and the idea that you were out by yourself in these conditions worried him.

Wilbur decided to check the bathroom before trying to call you, just in case. He gently knocked on the door, calling your name once more.

“(Y/N)? You in there?”

Your breathing hitched. He can’t see you like this- he can’t- You let out a sob, not too loud, but loud enough for him hear. His worry increased tenfold at the sound. He gave you a quick warning, saying that he was coming in, before he pushed the door open.

His eyes swept the bathroom quickly, before landing on you. You were curled up against the wall, one hand gripped to your hair and one landing weak blows to your head with your palm. Wilbur quickly dropped his phone onto the counter and made his way to you.

“Hey- hey-” he cooed to you as he kneeled onto the tile, gently taking your wrists into his hands to stop you from repeating the weakening hits to your head. You looked away from him, not meeting his eyes, but still being able to see out of the corner of yours. He had a confused and worried look, eyebrows knit together and his eyes searching you for any injuries.

Guilt and embarrassment started to swarm you. You held back another sob, squeezing your hands into fists. You wanted to pull back from his grip to run away and hide. It wouldn’t have been hard- it’s not like he was holding onto you tightly, but you refrained. It would only make everything worse.

Wilbur’s hands slid from your wrists to your hands, carefully unballing your fists and taking your hands in his. His hold was firm, but gentle.

His words came out just as soft, “Can you tell me what happened?”

You shook your head, not ready to speak (and not too sure how to answer). Before Wilbur could speak again, you removed your hands from his grasp and practically lurched into him, pulling him into a tight hug. He lost balance and fell backwards, his back hitting the toilet. He let out an ‘oof’ noise, but ignored it in favor of wrapping his arms around you.

You immediately started apologizing, nearly unintelligible over your crying, shaky voice. Wilbur shook his head, reassuring you that he was fine as he pulled you up more comfortably into his lap. His legs were bent at an awkward angle, being way too tall to be sitting on the bathroom floor, but let it be once again, more intent on making sure you were okay.

He wasn’t going to make you talk about it if you weren’t ready, so he opted to give you reassurance and help you relax instead. He pulled you closer to his chest and pressed a loving kiss to your head, whispering short reassurances that were more helpful than he knew.

“I’m here for you.” He said after a while, making you bite back more tears. “Forever and always, I’m here for you. Please don’t feel like you have to deal with this alone.”

He pressed another lingering kiss to your head, “I would have stayed with you, (Y/N).” You could hear the sadness in his tone; he was blaming himself.

You were quick to deflect this, “You were having fun. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“You come first.” He said, more serious than you’ve ever heard him. “You don’t deserve to be left alone like that. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper against his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, don’t apologize.” He sighed, “I just wish I could have been here for you-”

You cut him off, not wanting him to apologize, either. “Don’t, please. I don’t want you to feel guilty. You didn’t do anything wrong, either.”

He sighed, knowing you were right. There’s no point in feeling bad about something he couldn’t control, yet he couldn’t help but feel like he let you down somehow. He wanted to make it up to you by being here for you now.

You continued to hold onto him, your head falling onto his shoulder. You were exhausted, he could tell. Feeling safer in his arms, your eyes started to droop closed and you could feel yourself on the verge of falling into a much needed sleep.

Wilbur broke the silence after a moment, making sure to get out one last reassurance before you fell asleep, “Talk to me next time, okay? I meant it when I said I’m here for you. I’m more than willing to drop anything to make sure you’re alright.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His words made your heart swell in thankfulness and love. “Thank you, Wilbur.”

He smiled, too, “Anytime, love.”

“Forever and always, right?”

He chuckled, “I was hoping you wouldn’t find that too cheesy.”

You let out a giggle. “Oh, it’s super cheesy,” You paused to give him a quick peck on the lips, “But I appreciate it all the same.”

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Guys free ad this rn i dare you. this is so cute and Mushroom did so well in writing this ^o^

omgomg i love your writing so much and I'm so happy about you reaching 500! You deserve this many, as well as many more. Could I request 20 with cc!Wilbur, with a short reader being up the stairs to match Wil's height? 💗

All of you guys are so sweet I swear. I'm so happy you enjoy my writing! I also live for short reader since I am a shorter person myself (don't ask though I like being a mysterious being). Hope you enjoy this and continue to support me! <3

CC!Wilbur x Short!GN!Reader

Content warnings: cursing

20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

You ran in the doorway quickly shutting the door behind yourself and your boyfriend. Wilbur shakes out his hair and grins at you.

“Don’t you just love the rain?” He giggles softly.

“I like it better when I’m dressed for it.” You gesture down to your soaked summer outfit. “I thought you said it was supposed to be nice today.”

Wilbur smiles at your little pout and leans down to cup your cheeks. “I said there was a chance it would rain. We do live in England after all love.” He kisses your nose and drapes his coat over your shoulders laughing at how you drown in it.

You frown and push past him towards the staircase leading up to your flat. “Well I’m going to take a bath so I don’t catch a cold.” You’re stopped halfway up the stairs by a hand on your wrist.

“Love,” You turn and face Wilbur, actually being able to look in his eyes being a few stairs higher than him. He searches your eyes to see if you’re actually upset. “I’m sorry our date was ruined.”

You sigh and cup his face. “It’s not your fault bub, you can’t control the weather.” You peck his lips softly. “There’s always tomorrow! And if it rains again tomorrow we can stay inside and watch some Planet Earth with biscuits and coffee. Sound good?”

You smile reassuringly and Wilbur smiles with you. “Sounds great as long as we don’t watch the one with fucking anteaters.” You burst out laughing and have to lean on Wilbur’s shoulder to stop yourself from falling. Wilbur chuckles and takes your hands in his. You stand up again having finished your laughing fit and look at him eyes glistening with tears of laughter. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You cheeks flush red and you look down at your feet. Wilbur’s hand reaches up and holds your chin gently, lifting your gaze to meet his own. He pulls you closer and connects your lips gently. You take your free hand and tangle your fingers in his hair. The world around you melts away and you take in this moment of peace and love with the love of your life.

That fragile moment is broken by you pulling away to sneeze in your elbow. “Fuck.” You’re all of a sudden very aware of how wet and cold your are.

“Shit, let’s go get you warmed up love.” Wilbur picks you up by your waist and walks the rest of the way into your flat. He gets you into the bathroom and starts the hot water for you. Setting you on the edge of the tub he kisses you on the forehead. “I’ll be in the kitchen love. I’m gonna make some dinner and start you a cup of tea.”

“Ok, thank you bub.” You kiss him on the cheek before he leaves and start to settle into the bath. You lean back and smile knowing that tomorrow you won’t be going out because you for sure will be sick. At least you have your personal nurse to take care of you.

Yeahhhhhhhhhh what a great thing to see right before bed ^o^

mcdonalds || cc!quackity x reader

note: this is for my two stunning moots @cherios and @ttakinou and im so happy to be a part of this writing event

prompt: “kiss me right now or i will cry in front of this mcdonalds”

pronouns/gender: none mentioned

edited by: @notphilosopherstudentblog 

sat on the curb outside your local mcdonalds, you grab an extra fry from the bottom of the paper bag and place it into your mouth. quackity sat besides you, consuming his own food. the two of you decided to go on a random mcdonalds run at midnight to satisfy your hunger. 

the serene parking lot mixed with the smell of greasy fast food was oddly comforting, something you could never get tired of.  

looking down, you notice the absence of your fries and frown. underneath your breath, you mutter some incoherent words. it was only something along the lines of “i should’ve gotten more”. reaching over, you grab a couple of quackity’s. 

the grains of salt melted and mixed with the starch, creating a savoury and delicious taste that only made you crave for more.

“did you just steal my fries?” “uhh yea- did you not just see what i did?” “what the fuck- we could have just bought you more fries!” “yea, but yours are right here.” “you owe me.” “yea, yea, okay.” “you know what- kiss me right now or i will cry in front of this mcdonalds.” “it was a couple of fries!”

you couldn’t help but be bewildered, which was very obviously displayed on your face. your boyfriend only pouted, tapping his lips for a kiss.

“you’re an idiot.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his lips, causing his lips to turn upwards into a smile. he then stands up, brushing off his pants. 

you only silently question his movements as he reaches a hand out towards you.

“you coming?” “where to?” “get you more fries, of course- unless you don’t want them anymore?” “nonono- let’s go, lead the way.”

he knew you couldn’t resist the salty, savoury fries, and he just wanted to see you happy.

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Not me sobbing ,,, this is actually so cute and it fuels my simping ways 

helo i hope your doing okay..i saw a tiktok of when karl fell asleep on stream and woke up and got really..i don’t wanna say embarrassed so i’m gonna say flustered and i was wondering if you could do someone about the same situation but the reader falls asleep on the ppl you writes for(not all of them of course) stream and waking up a little embarrassed? i linked the video and that was so long omg i’m so sorry

summary: it’s late. you’ve had a long day. but you still agreed to come hang out on their stream. which eventually leads to you falling asleep on them. 

wc: 0,5K

a/n: thank u so much for requesting! i loved writing this, it was a lot of fun :] (and thanks for showing me that tiktok hehe i loved it, karl’s adorable omg) ALSO this was my first time writing Jack i really enjoyed it :)

. Wilbur

. as soon as he notices, he just holds you a bit tighter, pulling you closer to his chest

. would totally shield your face from the camera bc he doesn’t want chat to notice

. he just wouldn’t bring it up at all and if chat mentions it he’d just go

. “chat don’t be mean, they’ve had a really long day and it’s understandable that they’re tired. regardless, they look very cute when they sleep so who’s complaining really...” 

. he movements become way more slow and his tone becomes softer when he talks

. when you wake up again he giggles at how cute and disoriented you look

. “chat look who woke up! little sleepyhead! little baby sleepyhead!!”

. Karl

. he gasps when he sees that you’ve dozed off in his arms

. suprised pikachu face

. he shuffles closer to the mic, trying his hardest not to wake you up with his movements

. “chat! chat! y/n just fell asleep! can you believe it? they’re so cute what the honk” he wispers into the mic

. he’ll probably end up waking you up accidentally and feel really bad

. “i didn’t mean to wake you up baby i’m sorry!” he says while pouting and hugging you tightly

. Dream

. oh the benefits of being faceless...

. the amount of times you’ve sat in his lap while he streamed, resting your face on his shoulder, while he plays with your hair on the rare occasions he has a free hand

. he loves having you there with him, streaming can be stressful but feeling your steady breathing and heartbeat calms him down

. there’s something so special about it to him, being able to look down and see the most perfect human being ever, yet nobody knowing you’re there

. “why am i talking quiet? i- am i? i don’t think i am guys”

. Georgenotfound

. poor george

. he’s absolutely clueless on what to do

. when he notices his eyes immediatly flash to the camera

. pure panic in his eyes

. chat thinks it’s incredibly funny but he’s actually freaking out

. “okay i’m just gonna- i think i’m just gonna wake them up chat i- what? no? THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THIS IS MESSED UP-”

. Sapnap

. Sapnao will literally go through hell to make sure you don't wake up

. "guys if ANYBODY does something stupid and wakes y/n up i will not hesitate to stab a bitch"

. literally is afraid to move

. if one of his chaotic friends wakes you up (whether that is by accident or not) their days will be counted.

. "i will literally kill you i'm not even kidding."

. Jack Manifold

. *pogs at the camera*

. acts all funny and joke-y about it but is screaming on the inside

. "that moment when they fall asleep on you and you don't know what to do ha ha ha am i right chat? ha ha ha"

. after he has had the time to take the situation in, he actually melts a bit

. "i think this is sweet actually. this is just very pog. NO I'M NOT A SIMP- CHAT PLEASE"

. when you wake up by him screaming he just blames chat.

. "NOW look what you've done guys >:("

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Not me sobbing over cute stuff.......

absolutely | cc!wilbur x reader

prompt: “if you poke me one more time, i will scream” 

note: completely random thought i had w/ polaroids behind phone cases :3 that i turned into an event piece for my beloved @yamturds​ <33

gender/pronouns: not mentioned

edited by: @notphilosopherstudentblog​

“y/n. y/n. y/n.”

wilbur stood besides you, taking his slender index finger and jabbing into your side. you had been looking at your phone, texting back a friend real fast. without removing your eyes from the phone, you responded him.

“what, wilbur?”  “y/n, y/n, y/n.”

he repeatedly poked your side, making you squirm and lose focus on your text.

“wilbur, i swear to god, if you poke me one more time, i will scream.” “say cheese!”

*click* the small click was heard as your attention had been focused elsewhere. wilbur grinned, holding up the instant film camera.

“wilburrr, i wasn’t ready!!” “so?? you look amazing anyway!”

the blue film camera whirred, ejecting a small white bordered image.

“the film hasn’t even developed yet-” “i just know okay?”

shaking it in his right hand, wilbur beamed at the developed photo.

“look- absolutely perfect.”

he swiftly moved to take off his clear phone case, placing the polaroid inside of it. the image was clear to see on the outside.

“oh my gosh do you have to put that there?” “absolutely darling.”

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No I'm not intensely sobbing. My poor boy ;;;

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | cc!karl x reader

→ prompt - “please don’t leave me” for 1k @hufflepuff-writings​ THANK YOU SM for letting me participate!! ^^ this was a lot of fun to write even though I went a sad route with this :,) <3 congrats again, kait! you’re wonderful and absolutely deserve it! hope you’re doing well!!​

→ pairing - cc!karl x gn!reader

→ summery - sunsets are pretty, but karl thinks you’re even prettier. even after the sun is gone and only you, him and the cold night are left, karl still sees nothing but you. the only question is, did you ever even see him?

→ warnings - angst!!!

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It wasn’t the way your brain just happened to be adorably and confusingly all over the place that made him realise.

The soft tone in his voice that had and always will be reserved for your ears only was more of a whiny squeaky expression of displeasure than the usually stutter and kind of gentleness you were used to.

In defence of the boy though, you did really push his buttons today.

Not in the usual way he had sort of admitted to himself as a guilty pleasure, your lingering touches and slightly flirtatious smiles when the two of you would spend the whole day laying around in his room, the tips of your fingers sometimes brushing against yours as he felt his mind go blank for a moment, no it was a different kind of putting him on edge today.

“Come on,” you groaned, leaning your whole upper body back in the standing position you were in before clicking your tongue and snapping back up so quickly Karl was concerned for your back for a moment.

“You know how this is gonna end anyway.”

“No, I don’t,” he tried to argue, his voice wavery as he awkwardly crossed his arms and avoided your gaze for a split second, unable to stop himself from glancing at your slowly approaching form every once in a while, though.

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I AM SOFT YOUR HONOUR 💕

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Prompt: Swimming in a lake with Dream!

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,099

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Also, I wrote this so quickly but I was really excited

The lake was a deep blue beneath the cloudless, cerulean sky, shimmering beneath the sun with every ripple that disrupted the calm water. An array of green surrounded the area, reflecting so clearly on the water that you felt as though you could reach out and touch it. From behind you stood Clay, whose face glowed beneath the beaming sun. The freckles that dotted his skin were more prominent in the golden light, dusting every feature on his speckled face haphazardly. The sight made you smile in adoration, and you reached out to grab a hold of Clay’s hand.

“We made it!” Your boyfriend declared proudly, giddy once he’d stepped onto the old, creaky dock. Chuckling at his excitement, you gave his hand a light squeeze before letting go to set down your things. Though the wood groaned beneath your feet with every step, you couldn’t help but feel tranquil. Water sloshed gently at the end of the dock, enticing you with every splash beneath the relentless sun. The air was clear and peaceful, sporting an earthy scent every time you inhaled, and a cool breeze swept by every few minutes. Perfect.

You relished in the calm, summer air for as long as you could before you felt Clay wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest with a swift tug. He rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes briefly as he took in his surroundings. Then, he guided your movement so that you had spun around to face him, an intense look in his eyes. You were about to question its origin before you felt Clay’s lips on yours, gentle yet needy nonetheless, and you hooked your arms around his neck in surprise.

After a few moments, you pulled away, (disappointingly) in need of air. Clay’s eyes had softened a bit, now two deep, emerald pools of adoration as he stared at you. “Wow.” Was all you could say, still taken aback by his sudden affection, though you weren’t complaining. With a chuckle, your boyfriend grinned, subtly maneuvering the two of you backwards until you stood at the edge of the dock.

“Wow.” Clay confirmed.

You were just about to reply before you heard the wood creak noisily beneath you, and it was then that you had discovered your boyfriend’s true motive: he was going to push you off of the dock.

“Clay,” you warned sternly, suddenly serious as you raised a brow at an amused Clay, “if you push me off of this dock, I swear I’m gonna-”

But your words were useless; seconds later, you were underwater.

You nearly gasped at the initial chill of the water, though you were quick to adapt to its cool temperature after a few seconds. Once you resurfaced, you immediately heard the sound of Clay laughing even though it came out in brief, quiet wheezes, and you rolled your eyes at his amusement.

“It’s not funny, asshole.” You countered with a whine despite the smile on your face; it was way too difficult to stay mad at your boyfriend, especially when you were already plotting your revenge.

With a smirk, Clay raised his eyebrows, still chuckling as he questioned, “Oh yeah?” You responded with a nod, feeling water trickle down the side of your face as a result of your sudden movement. The shirt that you were wearing was now drenched, shaded a darker hue beneath the water, and you cringed at its wet texture. Feigning discomfort, you outstretched your hands toward the end of the dock, whining as you begged, “Help me out, I’m freezing.”

Unamused, Clay shot you a pointed look as he asked, “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?”

Now pretending to chatter your teeth, you shot your boyfriend a glare, suddenly angry as you ordered, “I’m not joking, Clay. Help me out right now.”

Still suspicious, though concerned nonetheless, Clay inched towards the edge of the dock, reaching out to grab your wet hands. With a sly smile, you were quick to tug him into the lake, laughing as you exclaimed, “Gotcha!” The water splashed beside you, coating your face with a new layer of water as Clay fell in. After a few seconds, your boyfriend resurfaced, shaking his head to rid his hair of its moisture before he threatened, “Oh you’re so gonna get it.”

With a shriek, you swam away from Clay as fast as you could, sensing his body right behind you despite your efforts to escape him. After a few more ineffective seconds of swimming, you felt him grab ahold of your waist, pulling you into his broad frame. Feeling the rush of water pull at your clothed body, you shrieked once you realized there was no escape from your determined boyfriend. With ease, he lifted you partially out of the water, holding you above his head as he wordlessly threatened to toss you.

“Clay!” You squealed, knowing it was pointless, though you still tried to reason with him. With a menacing chuckle, Clay threw your body into the water, flinching away from the splash once you were fully submerged. You resurfaced with a sputter, wiping at your eyes before you pleaded, “Truce!”

“Fine, c’mere.” Once you were able to open your eyes, you shot Clay a pointed look, untrusting of his compliance. “What? I won’t throw you again, I promise.” His words were nearly comical, though you swam over to him regardless, approaching him with great apprehension. After a few, unsure seconds, you latched yourself onto Clay’s body, wrapping your arms around his neck while simultaneously hooking your legs around his waist. He chuckled at the contact, though supported your body nonetheless, holding you close to his chest as he swam around.

“Clay?” You asked softly, pulling away from his neck so you could face him. Redirecting his focus, your boyfriend glanced over at you, humming in reply as he awaited your response.

“I love you.” Your words caused an immediate grin to break out on Clay’s features, and he wrapped his arms further around your waist as he replied, “I love you too.” You wore a content smile, and as Clay inched his face closer towards yours, about to break the gap between the two of you, you saw him smirk before he continued, “But I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.”

Before you could question his words, you were launched into the air.

The water splashed beneath your body once you met the surface, and, out of both shock and pure betrayal, you swam to the top angrily.

“You’re dead, Clay!”

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It was a beautiful day. 

On a lingering hill, on a blanket strewn over the soft grown grass, there you laid in the arms of your lover, your eyes bright to the vast ocean sky above. 

Sam held you close, his hands intertwined on yours while rested on your abdomen. You practically laid on him with your head on his chest, and his soft scent blessed the air as his warmth made you feel light.

Save for the distant song of birds, the only noise to make was the wind as it grazed the afternoon space; you felt at peace, for all time and stress melted away under the safe haven blanket of nature as it unfolded. 

Your pillow shifted from beneath you, and with a mischievous smirk hidden from his eyes, you jabbed him deeply into his side. 

Air escaped Sam’s wounded side as he twitched from the unexpected attack.

“Now what was that for?” he winced, though the smile was evident in his voice. 

“You upset my peace. How am I supposed to relax when my pillow refuses to lay still?”

“Your pillow, aye?”

As you were still laid on him, you bit your lip with a smile in attempts to smother the oncoming giggles from your own antics. 

You failed, unsurprisingly. 

With your ear against his heart, its ever beating rhythm matched the endless laughs you released; you smothered your face into the fabric of his top, face warm from the high feeling of intimacy. 

He sighed, although without frown before an idea decisively struck him. 

You knew the moment his body froze in preparation, your laughs dying on the tips of your tongue. Eyes wide, you rushed to sit up away from his grasp. 

“Oh no, you don’t.”

Sam pulled you back down and mercilessly attacked your sides, your shrieks motivating him to tickle you harder as you yelled in protest to the torture. 

Tears leaked by the corners of your eyes from the misery he ensued, yet you were too weak to properly force his hands off.

The possibility of you not wanting him to stop, however, did briefly cross your mind.

Eventually, his attacks ceased and you took greedy breaths to recollect yourself. It was Sam’s turn to chuckle proudly while you hastily recovered, and you refused to accept any form of defeat, for you pathetically began to wack his arm.

“You’re so mean to me,” you playfully wailed. 

“I’m the mean one?”

Nodding, you pouted in response.

“This is bodily harm and I refused to treated as such.”

Though you whined childishly, Sam disregarded any of your feeble protests and held you tighter to his chest. 

After some time, you relaxed into his hold again, and you hummed when given a gentle kiss to your hairline. 

“I love you.”

Indeed, it was a beautiful day. 

WAHHH DJGHKDGJH ITS SO LJKDGHFG PLS 

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Summary: You take George ice-skating and he’s quite...bad at it. Genre: fluff Warnings: cursing Pronouns: they/them Note: idk i just wanted to write for george again LMAO T^T

“This is not my idea of fun, actually,” George grumbled from next to you, huffing dramatically and blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes.

You quicken your pace, the snow crunching under your boots as you neared the frozen over pond, “It’ll be fun, George, I promise.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, suspicion clouding his features as he tugged the ends of his baby blue sweater over his hands, hiding them away from the cold air.

The skates, hanging on a piece of thick rope tied around your waist, swung against each other, making loud metallic clicks with every step you took.

One arm was looped around George’s, your hands stuffed into your pockets as you both trudged through the snow, the bright afternoon sun glowing against your skin.

You loved winter, everything was gorgeous. The snow sparkled and stretched on for miles, making it seem like you were walking on an endless cloud of white.

George huffed next to you, watching his breath cloud in front of him as the frosty air bit at his cheeks, making them turn red, “Are we there yet?” You rolled your eyes, pointing at the lake a few steps ahead of you.

As expected, it was beautiful. There was a large tree next to it, the leaves all gone leaving nothing but the dark brown trunk.

You slung the skates over a branch, letting them hang in the air as you walked over to test the ice that had formed over the lake. Tapping your foot against it, it seemed strong enough.

“Put on your skates, I’m so excited to teach you,” you grinned, walking back over to the tree to change. George covered his mouth with his scarf, letting out a muffled groan, “You just want to see me fall.”

You giggled as he struggled to put on his skates, nearly tripping over himself as he tied the laces.

George was hugging the tree with one hand, holding out the other to you, frowning. You simply stared back and he looked at you expectantly, extending his arm out further.

“Y/N,” he whined, “take my hand! I’m going to fall.”

You’d feel really bad if you left him, as funny as it would’ve been, so you laced your fingers with his, wrapping a sturdy arm around his waist. George slowly shuffled away from the tree, leaning all his weight against you and hoping he wouldn’t trip.

The two of you finally made it to the lake, though it was a painstakingly slow walk.

Then came the convincing.

You could have sworn you were standing by the lake’s edge, begging George to trust you for ten minutes (maybe even longer). He was convinced that the second he stepped on, he’d fall on his ass, or even worse, the ice would crack beneath him.

Eventually, after promising him that you’d do whatever he wanted you to do, he finally agreed.

You thought getting him to get on would be the hard part. You were sorely mistaken.

Once George had stepped onto the ice, his legs barely moving as he tried his hardest to not fall over, he pulled you on after him.

You grabbed both his hands in yours, pulling him closer to the center. George clenched his jaw, looking around with shifty eyes and a bruising grip around your fingers.

“You’ll be fine, just trust me,” you said, spinning him around.

George screamed, causing you to wince; you’d have to hold off on spins for now.

One arm around his waist, the other off to the side for your own balance, you led him around the ice, teaching him how to keep his center of gravity from tilting. George was terrified the whole time, adamantly refusing to let go of you, but his hold around you slowly loosened over time.

He was becoming more and more confident, eventually able to let go of you and skate a bit on his own.

“I’m doing it! Oh my God!”

You watched your boyfriend glide around, clearly not completely in control but the sight was adorable nonetheless. He lacked elegance or poise, but he was enthusiastic about it and that was enough to warm your heart.

George slid easily over the ice, looking over at you with a beaming smile, which you returned.

Though that was short-lived.

In a matter of seconds, George lost his footing, slipping against the icy lake and landing on his back with a thud.

You gasped, running around the lake to where he had fallen, muffling your laughter with the back of your palm.

“George, are you okay?” He groaned in response, but turned his head to you, smiling weakly. His right eye twitched, cheek making the corners crinkle.

It took you a second to realize he had winked at you.

Doubling over with laughter, you clutched your stomach, rolling onto your back against the snow. You could hear George let out another whine asking what you found so funny.

He huffed as he crawled off the lake, “I hate you, I’m never talking to you again.” “No, my love, I’m sorry,” you managed to say between laughs and deep breaths. “No, you suck.”

You watched with teary eyes as George untied his skates, changing into his regular boots while muttering to himself. His cheeks were tinged red, probably from the embarrassment of failing at a wink rather than the cold air. He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

You rushed over, changing out of your skates as well, tying both pairs around your waist once more.

George was already a few feet ahead of you, walking away quickly and angrily. You ran after him, catching up in no time and throwing your arms around his neck. He tried to shrug you off but you only held on tighter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t mean to laugh,” you cooed. “It was cute.” “Whatever.”

You stopped him, moving to his front and resting both your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face in your palms.

He glared down at you, refusing to make eye contact with you. You leaned over to him, pressing your lips against his, laughing when George hastily returned the gesture, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“I’ll treat you to a slushie, will you forgive me then?” He hummed, looking off to the side with an exaggerated sigh, “I guess I could.”

Soon, the two of you were standing inside a local ice-cream parlor, staring at the menu. George had taken a recent liking to blue raspberry flavored things, and his slushie of choice was no different.

You picked your favorite kind, ordering for the both of you and paying in advance, taking your boyfriend so the two of you could wait off to the side.

George yawned, looping his arms around your shoulders, letting them fall limp as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You felt your face heat up, though you hesitantly brought a hand up to run through his hair.

“Can they hurry up?” George mumbled, stifling his yawn, “I’m so tired.”

As if on cue, you heard your order being called out and you walked over to grab the drinks, George never letting go of you. You smiled awkwardly as the worker as their eyes flickered between you and George, who was practically clinging onto your frame.

You held his slushie over to him, “Take your drink, let’s go sit in that booth.”

He walked over first, sliding in and patting the space next to him while he looked up at you, sipping on his slushie.

You slid in after him, taking a sip of yours as well.

“Did I really look that stupid when I winked at you?” “Yes.” “Fuck you.”

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Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy pt. 3

Creators Included: Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Awesamdude, Punz, Philza, Technoblade, Foolish Gamers

Warning(s): none :)

Note(s): love writing these sm (and I wrote this very sleep-deprived so if there are mistakes I apologize)

Dream

Dancing together

"What do you think you're doing?", you giggle as Dream tries to sneak his way into the living room.

"Just give me the remote and don't ask any questions.", he whispers, still acting sneaky for some reason.

You hand him the remote, an uncertain look on your face.

"Close your eyes."

Your eyes squeeze shut, still a little unsure.

A familiar song begins to echo throughout the room, and you feel Dream's hand slip into yours.

"Open.", he whispers, and he pulls you to your feet the second your eyes open.

"The song that you played on our first date.", you grin at the familiar lyrics and melody.

Dream pulls you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest.

The two of you gently sway back and forth with one another in time to the music.

"Love you.", Dream mumbles, his head resting on top of yours.

"Love you too."

George

Deep talks

"Have you ever thought about how in the massive expanse of things that we are like little specks of dust on the carpet of the universe?", you randomly ask George.

He rubs his eyes, turning to face you.

"What the hell did you just say?"

Having deep conversations with George is often fun because he can't ever believe how you come up with things like this, but he also enjoys giving his own input on your opinions.

Topics can range from conspiracy theories to talks of the future; all of them often leading to long nights spent awake with one another.

You yawn halfway through your sentence, turning over to look at the clock.

"It's four in the morning already.", you laugh a little as you read the number displayed on the clock.

"We still have a few hours. Back to the topic..."

Sapnap

Laughing at each other's jokes

You have to hold your sides to try to lessen the pain from your laughter, laughing at another one of Sapnap's jokes.

"He's not that funny, y/n.", Dream shakes his head, sitting on the other side of Sapnap.

"You're jealous, Dream. Shut up.", Sapnap swings a punch in Dream's directions, not wanting him to discourage you from laughing at him.

"You just don't get them, Dream.", you tease, sides still slightly hurting from your excessive laughing.

Dream makes a disgruntled noise, and you laugh at him too.

"Ow, ow.", you groan as you hold your sides again.

"Guess I'm just too funny.", Sapnap laughs, gently poking your side.

"Or they're biased."

"Shut up, Dream."

Karl

Touching foreheads

Karl finally climbs into bed as the sun is beginning to rise.

He wraps his arms around you, and you subconsciously scoot further into his grasp.

The sudden increase in warmth wakes you up, and your eyes open to find Karl staring at you.

"Morning.", you mumble, a slight smile on your face.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Sorry for waking you.", he whispers, trying to lull you back to sleep.

"Is okay.", you murmur, your eyes slowly closing again.

Karl smiles as he listens to your breathing slow down again, slowly falling asleep with you.

Quackity

Hand holding

You stare out the window, watching the scenery pass by.

Quackity had talked you into a short roadtrip, and you can't deny that you are enjoying the time with him.

Scrolling through his phone, you queue up the next song to play on Spotify.

"You hungry?", he asks you, seeing a sign for food on the next exit.

"If you are.", you shrug, not caring either way.

"This is a good song.", he compliments your choice.

Just as you're about to thank him, his hand slips into yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

Your mind goes blank for a second before you smile.

"They have a Burger King! We're eating."

Wilbur

Playing with other's hair

Wilbur stretches out across the couch, his head coming to rest in your lap.

"How did writing go today?", you ask him, your fingers immediately tangling in his curls.

You take a few strands, beginning to braid them together.

It's hard for Wilbur to focus on what he's saying while you're playing with his hair.

You continue playing with his hair as he informs you about things like chord progression and refrains.

"Look how pretty.", you take a picture and show him the multitudes of little braids strewn across the top of his head.

"Were you ever listening to me?", Wilbur teases.

"I will post this.", you threaten.

"As if that is a feasible threat."

"Shush."

Sam

Handwritten notes

You start your car, taking a deep breath before reaching for your gear shift.

You really don't want to go to work, and you made sure that your boyfriend knew that too before you told him goodbye.

As you reach to put your car in drive, the feeling of paper touches your hand.

You find a green note taped to the end of your gear shift, unfolding it to read it.

Have a great shift! I believe in you, and I know you'll have a great day.

There's a heart scribbled at the bottom of the note.

You smile and snap a picture to Sam.

What is this for?

You see the typing bubble pop up and wait until a message comes through.

There's a few more hidden around. Have fun at work. :)

Punz

Tickling

You groan as you flop onto the couch next to your boyfriend who is stretched out across the couch, rolling over to bury your face in his hoodie.

This would be normal for Punz except for the obvious dissatisfied groan that had escaped your mouth.

"What's wrong?", he asks you, moving a hand up and down your arm.

"Don't want to talk about it." is the muffled response that Punz receives.

He frowns, hating that you're not okay.

A couple seconds pass by until he gets an idea.

His fingers find their way to your sides as he begins to tickle you.

"Stop, stop!", you laugh as you pull away from him.

The giggle from you and the smile on your face makes it all worth it, and he stops the tickling soon after he marvels at the grin on your face.

"My turn.", you grin, holding out your hands and wiggling your fingers at him.

"I'd like to see you try."

c!Phil

Massages

You hear the door slam from the front of the house you share with your boyfriend, and you already know what this means.

The bedroom door is the next to slam, and you slowly pull yourself off of the couch to check on him.

"Phil?"

He's laying face down on the bed, angry mumblings being spoken into his pillow.

You sit on the bed next to him, gently running a hand through his ruffled feathers.

"Rough day?", you murmur, already knowing the answer.

A soft, affirmative grunt passes through his lips as he agrees.

You move to sit on your knees, slowly running both of your hands through his wings.

You slowly apply more pressure to certain spots where you can feel knots throughout his back and shoulders, and you massage your fingers through his wings as well.

When you deem your work satisfactory, Phil lets out a happy sigh.

"I wouldn't mind if you did that every night.", he mumbles, making you laugh.

c!Techno

Linking arms

"Techno! Techno!", you yell, trying to keep up with him.

You had promised that you would accompany him today, but you had forgotten about the slight height difference.

You've practically spent all day running after him, and you're starting to get tired.

Your legs are getting heavier with each step, and you don't quite remember why you promised to do this in the first place.

Techno can see that you're struggling, and he can't deny he finds it a little funny that you can't keep up with him.

He stops in his tracks, allowing you to catch up with him.

"Having trouble?", he teases you as you join his side.

"It's not my fault your legs are freakishly long.", you groan.

"No need to be rude, y/n.", Techno playfully grins at you.

You shake your head, glad you have a second to rest your legs.

"Come on, y/n."

He leans a bit to link his arm with yours and begins to pull you along beside him.

"Now you have to keep up."

Foolish

FaceTime calls

A familiar ringtone sounds from your phone, and you pick it up immediately.

"Hi!", you greet Foolish the second the call connects.

"Hey! What're you doing?", he asks you, moving a little closer to the camera to try to observe your screen better.

"Just some homework. How was your stream today?"

The two of you could talk on these calls all day and sometimes you do.

Your stomach growls, causing you to look down at your phone.

"I literally haven't eaten yet. I was too busy talking to you.", you giggle, moving to end the call.

"Hey, stay on. I'll watch what you make like a cooking show.", Foolish grins.

"Ooh, we could cook together!", you propose, smiling as Foolish immediately jumps to his feet.

"Perfect."

pls basil my heart <3 

salty hair with no care || cc!niki x reader

☼ a part of my series, life’s a beach!

summary: after some salty sea fun, niki provides relinquish and comfort under the shade

pronouns/gender: gn | they/them

note: last one!!

warnings: swears/cursing

not edited

dropping your bag, you shuffle of your sandals, letting the sand sink in between your toes. the rest of the members set down their items besides you, ready to set up for a day in the sun.

"y/n! let's go test the water!!"

karl was almost bouncing with excitement, ready to jump in the water at full speed.

"hold on karl, we should help everyone with umbrellas and what not." "last one in is a rotten egg!"

tommy had bolted off, leaving karl to dash after him. you only shake your head with a smile at them.

"y/n, why don't you go join them?"

niki had stood behind you, loosely wrapping her arms around your waist, face pressed into your shoulder blade.

"let me at least help-" "we got it, i know you've been dying to go in." "alright."

reluctantly you pulled away, running after the boys.

---

effectively soaked and exhausted, you climb back up towards the sand and your guys' spot, ready to crash onto a towel.

niki sat under an umbrella, watching everyone enjoy the water. noticing you come up, she parted her legs slowly, patting the spot she opened up.

you sat down, back on her chest, laying your head in her neck. you let out a sigh, glad to be back on land.

"your hair is going to get tangled."

in a tired hum, you mumbled.

"mm let it." "y/n. sit up."

you almost groaned, but you knew niki was only going to help. slowly you got up before she braided your hair, tying it off with an elastic or two. as she braided, you let your eyes rest, enjoying the sounds of the waves and niki's light touches on your head.

going back to your previous spot once she finished, relaxed against her, you lean up to press a kiss against her jaw.

"thank you." "anytime love."

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flower│technoblade

summary: flowers a fickle thing to gift, flowers a precious thing to love

warnings: overwhelming fluff, surprise angst, implications of death - unedited

pairing: in-game c!techno

a/n: i had finalized the ending concept before the actual plot, do with that information as you choose

wc: (2.1k) - m.list

With a roll of your shoulders, you sighed as the day’s journey had finally taken its toll. 

Though in the late afternoon, the pair of you had achieved more than the ordinary would have seen possible; whether that be due to your combined stubbornness or trained durability, it was left to be unseen by you. 

Glancing briefly to your left, you took sight of your companion upon his trusty stead. Your partner, you’d tell strangers, Your lover, in private settings, you’d openly admire. 

Technoblade was nothing less than the feared warrior many saw him as. He was a person of high intelligence, both in the political stance and tactical combat. Wise beyond his years and skilled in many assets (some unnecessary, you could say), he was someone versatile and trained in the ways of survival to the point of prosperity.

Dependent on those you asked, he was a curse beseeched on those who dared anger the Blood God and those that clawed on a mortal’s humanity until they were nothing but a ripped corpse for the taking. The voices, if you will. 

Others would claim he was the immortal himself, a being of higher power that deemed whether one was worthy of mercy or the price of his blade, soul forever trapped in the blood that coated the deadly scythe of judgement. 

Rumors be hearsay and myths a story to scare those small willed, you prided yourself in knowing the truth of it all and the details that mattered. Technoblade was vengeful, yet loyal to a fault. 

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Yams you’ve done it again you absolutely amazing writer

If you're still doing color requests, I'd love to see your take with Techno and #005370! Even if you don't, I hope you're doing well :)

prussian storm│technoblade

warnings: self doubt, hurt/comfort, fluff (unedited)

pairing: in-game romantic!techno

a/n: so sorry this has taken so long to get out, i loved the color concept but just didn't have the time to execute it fully

ty for being so kind, i hope you enjoy <3

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“Cold?”

Without turning to face him, you watched as the condensed breath escaped you, the heat leaving your lips vulnerable in the burning cold.

“Of course not.”

The day, bright by the reflected sun cast in the blinding snow, greeted you in an icy chill. No words could express the environment you lived in besides cold, the constant chill an adjustment you have yet to normalize towards.

Though you tried to play off your severe vulnerability to the dangerous temperatures of the Artic, it was difficult to complain regardless considering Technoblade’s effortless acclimation; his biology and hybrid genealogy played greatly into his comfort in his isolated home, something you envied and simultaneously enjoyed.

While you would never experience the same level of mobility or solace, it only added more to how much you relied on your nightly cuddles. By the gods and their mercy, there were moments in your continuous torture where you were granted such luxury in easement, and they were always in given affections by your lover.

Technoblade, both warm from the heat of the Nether and large in promised security, was your saving grace beyond declaration. It was near ironic how you viewed him as the eye within the hurricane when he faired reason to why you entered the storm in the first place.

“Are you sure? You’re shiverin’.”

Pride was a deadly sin, one frowned upon yet easily enticing to give in towards, especially when the price of dignity held reason. You could say yes, accept your weakened state, and be happily received in warmth and care; yet there was something so damning about admitting defeat to mother nature in her cruel weather.

There was the fear that in admitting defeat, you were acknowledging the case that you couldn’t remain strong in the presence of your lover. A warrior who faced no obstacles in daily excursions.

A fighter who shouldn’t stop to fret over the cold.

“I’m fine,” you scowled, voice tight in irritation. Whether that be by his probing or the freezing temperatures remained lost to you. Technoblade raised his hands up in surrender to appease as you continued. “How far are we from the shore anyway?”

With his hand on the hilt of his sword, he watched the horizon from where the sun slowly rose. Eyes narrowed with wisps of hair to boarder, he was radiant in his moment of concentration. Small murmurs could be heard as he calculated your path by the sky, the trade winds and sun’s position aiding the quick journey’s timetable and where the destination laid at hand.

He was in his element, and looked heavenly as the winter wind brushed his features softly.

“Not far,” he concluded. “Just over this last mound should do it.”

Nodding, you moved wordlessly ahead of him, anxious to meet him there.

The previous day, in the late evening over a pleasant stew for dinner, Technoblade had suggested taking you on a short walk in the morning, something to do with winter soon breaking into spring. Had you known in future times and looked beyond your devotion for him, you would have said no because this now was nothing resembling short.

You were miserable as you hiked in the thick snow, fingers numb under the gloves that engulfed your hands and boots stiff from the ache that weighed your feet down.

More often than not, you chose to reside in your shared cabin home, biding minuscule tasks or assisting Phil in his projects. Even then, if you were to leave the house, you were always accompanied by Carl or your own horse.

It was to your surprise when you approached the makeshift stable morning of that you wouldn’t be taking either horses, the destination’s ground too uneven for the strong steeds.

That should have been your first warning.

The walk was treacherous, and although Technoblade was nothing short of considerate throughout the ways of the journey, your patience was as thin as the recent snow fall’s gathering.

With a large huff, you centered your balance in the final push up the stiff hill. The harsh inhale of cool air scorched your lungs, and as you eventually gathered your breath, you only looked up to be speechless once more.

You had seen the ocean before, having crossed the precarious trip originally to live by Technoblade’s side, yet it was something so different now compared to past view.

The waves, large in each fold and height, were dangerously alluring in all beauty and sight. It was, truly, magnificent by each and every curvature that crashed and melded into a newfound wave against the frozen landscape.

Color shifted in hue to the dull water's break, the deep blue endless at far as you could see beyond the horizon. Though the swell fell into a foamed white, the contrast was so striking to observe and added more to the depths of the sea.

Enamored, you failed to notice Technoblade arrive shortly behind you until a sudden weight enveloped your form.

You glanced up to meet his adored gaze, eyes soft as he regarded you currently wrapped in his own winter coat, now dressed on your shoulders.

A hand came to cup your face gently, and you instinctively lead in towards the warmth.

“Lie if you must, but I know you better than you care to admit.”

His voice was light, as if anything louder than the tides before you would threaten the moment his love forged.

Collapsing under his careful stare, you buried yourself into his arms, allowing the heat of his heart melt the frosted chill you subjected yourself to. He took you in immediately, a hand to hold your head against him as he rested his cheek to your crown

“Shut up,” you mumbled, bite nonexistent and quiet within the fabric of his shirt. His laugh resonated in your ear as you laid, and you refused to show the smile which grew from his pure delight.

“Of course, darlin’. Whatever you what.”

“I live half an hour away?” “Be there in ten” JDKKJDHKDJH WHEEZY THIS IS LOVELY

text prompt idea: y/n hasn’t been responding to anything for a few days and finally send an “i’m alive but come over” text (they need help or are doing bad mentally, etc.) and how the boys would react to that?

MCYT Texts - I’m Alive

Not Art making me feel things early in the morning <3 this is so good I nearly sobbed 

𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 | 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Phil reads Techno’s will and you’re surprised to find yourself included. Genre: light angst but it has a good ending Warnings: nothing really Pronouns: they/them Note: another quick techno thing bc phil reading his will really did it for me </3 (also bc im probably gonna be dead for a little while so this is my apology)

"I'm reading his will."

"Oh."

The somber mood made much more sense now; the smile on Phil's face that didn't quite reach his eyes. His knuckles were white around the spine of the leather bound book, trembling lightly from morbid anticipation or old age, you couldn't say.

The older man pushed the brim of his hat further up his head, revealing more of his face- the dark circles under his eyes. Though he had smiled and laughed in jest when his friend had made it back, he couldn't hide the toll his disappearance had left.

For an aging man, affectionately called "too old" by most of the Syndicate, Philza was certainly adept. He was still capable of flying long distances and doing his own farm work.

Yet, the parts of his old age shone through in smaller ways. Like how he had misheard Techno and left the piglin hybrid in prison for three months instead of three days.

You could tell he felt bad, the wringing of his fingers fiddling with his clothing as Techno had spoken to him that day was something you picked up on.

Phil moved over to the podium, setting down the book, sighing deeply.

You didn't like to think about Techno dying. How could you when the man would boast about how easy it was to evade the greedy claws of death? You even came to question his mortality.

His will in front of you shattered the very foundation of the wall you had built, between you and the prospect of his death. Suddenly, it was real. Suddenly, it was so real, you felt the rapid thrum of your heart begin to speed up, a pounding behind your skull.

You lost your footing slightly as the world seemed to sway.

Phil turned to you, lips pursed with concern, "You don't have to be here, I won't make you." "I want to see."

He seemed reluctant to let it go, but ultimately agreed to, opening the cover of the book.

"If this is being read, I guess the Lady of Death finally caught up with me," Phil read as your palms became clammy. "I knew this day would come, the voices could only scream "TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES" for so long."

The Brit's voice faded into background noise as you stood behind him, your breathing too uneven for you to convince yourself that you'd be fine.

Techno wasn't dead. But he could have been.

You spent a moment with your eyes closed, thoughts drifting to the night it took for you to latch yourself onto Techno. It was pathetic, really, but he had shown you kindness when you had needed it most.

The snow crunched under your boots as you stood atop the hill, gazing at the stars that twinkled above as the wintery air nipped at your face.

Truthfully, you missed home.

You had joined the Syndicate in a desperate attempt to find a family amongst the rubble that was left behind after the disaster that ruined L'Manburg.

Phil was eager to take you in, remembering your name from Wilbur's letters to him. In a way, you felt he saw his dead son when he looked at you.

And then there was Techno, who wasn't particularly warm to you, but he wasn't averse to you either.

You tried to fit in, but the disconnect was strong. Phil and Techno worked because they were established. Your introduction threw off the delicate balance both men had mustered into their centuries old friendship.

You missed the ease that came with L'Manburg.

As you stated at the distance of snow covered land in front of you, you considered running away.

"You should come back inside."

With a jump and a sharp exhale, you turned to face Techno. He was huddled under his thick cape, one you wished was around you as the biting cold seeped in through your coat.

He must have read your mind as he moved to place it over your frame, the weighted material pulling down your shoulders.

"Come on," he grumbled, grabbing your nearly frost-bitten hand in his, his warmth immediately comforting your fingertips.

You followed him blindly, the yellow lanterns hanging in front of every cabin blurring into a large mass of light as tears filled your vision.

God, this was embarrassing. You were crying like a homesick child.

When he finally pulled you through the threshold, into his cabin, you had let your resolve crumble. Techno cleared his throat to ease into conversation, struggling to find a way to comfort you.

"Why'd you go out?" "I missed home," you muttered between sniffles.

He was silent for a while, you wondered if he felt guilty for being at least half responsible for the destruction of your country.

Techno sighed eventually, his large hand landing on your shoulder as he pulled you into a hug. His arms nearly suffocated you with the sheer strength of his hold. The wind whistled outside filled the silent spell that fell over you both, and he let you dry your tears into his shirt.

"I can't promise that this'll feel like home," he said and you nodded haphazardly, "but I'll try to make it a home—or more like a home for you."

You couldn't remember when you had fallen asleep, or how you had ended up in your bed, but you were grateful for that night.

Slowly, Techno began adjusting to your presence and eventually, he began to appreciate it too. He would never admit but he’d often find himself seeking you out.

In many ways, you began to appreciate him as well.

Your eyes snapped open when Phil read your name off the will, the memory that resided behind your eyelids fading away as you situated yourself with the present once more.

"Tell (Y/N)," Phil began and you felt your heart race.

A tragic confession sounded just like him, but still, you expected to be left with some small trinket of his.

"That I love them, because they are love."

You couldn't hold back the ugly sob that ripped from your throat.

And when Techno stepped into the room, brows raised from the bittersweet feeling that pressed down on him, you nearly screamed.

How dare he?

His ruby eyes flickered over to his will resting on the podium and suddenly, he understood your anger.

"So you read it," he said, more to you than to Phil. "How could you?"

For a moment, Techno wondered if his feelings were unrequited. Had he misjudged you all along?

His hesitation only upset you more, “So only in death could you have admitted how you felt? Only after you’ve left me alone would you have wanted me to find out?”

Techno wasn’t used to apologizing, he’d never felt the need to. He was in the right, most times anyway. Yet as he stood in front of you, he couldn’t stop the guilt from clawing at his insides. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He wanted to say as much, but confusion clouded his mind. He didn’t want to say anything until you revealed how you felt about him too.

“Techno,” you breathed, having calmed down a bit since your initial outburst, “every night I sat in bed and wondered what we had between us.”

“I didn’t want to wait till I was gone,” he grumbled and if you hadn’t been so emotional, you would’ve thought it was cute. “It just worked out that way.

You wanted him to move, to hold you in his arms like he did that so many nights ago. Likewise, Techno wished he wasn’t so afraid to hold you.

When it seemed like neither of you had anything more to add, Phil quietly closed the book and tucked it away under his arm, walking out of the room in a rush. You could imagine why- it was awkward.

You stared at Techno for a while longer, trying to convey through furrowed brows and a slight frown that you had wanted him to do something more. He blinked back at you, seemingly clueless.

“This is useless,” you muttered, tugging the ends of your coat closer to your chest, deciding to leave the room as well.

If Techno had been good at guarding his emotions before, prison must have changed that about him. Perhaps, he was just comfortable enough around you to let you see right through. His resolve crumbled when you walked towards the door and you weren’t the least bit surprised when his hand caught your wrist.

“Stay with me.”

You looked up at him, searching his gaze for a reflection of everything you had come to feel for him, swimming in the scarlet red of his irises.

“Okay,” you agreed, letting his hand slip into yours.

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MY HEART T.T

can i pls request a text series where y/n is like “you forgot to kiss me goodbye today 😡”

MCYT Texts - Goodbye Kiss

This is so good!

Oooh event time pog??? Could I request a drabble, she/her with Dream and just the adventuring through like a forest? Like the two are just walking around and its like "wow look at this ROCK" "Is that a mushroom :0" because i have not seen the sun for ages kek

The end is inspired by some immature person I know that always makes a certain comment when they see a mushroom -_-

Dream had found this beautiful forest filled with trees that had leaves with varieties of color. Due to fall, this forest was even more beautiful than normal. So seeing as he's a great boyfriend, and since he knew you haven't been out of the house in forever, he got you in the car and took you to said forest.

Walking on the trails hand in hand with you, he pointed at all the different things he saw "Look at that squirrel! Does it have an acorn? Oh my god, Y/n take a picture". He literally stood there watching that squirrel forever, well until you pulled on his hand and he had to continue on.

Carrying on, you were looking at the different colored leaves and admiring them. So you weren't watching where you were stepping, so it was no surprise when you tripped on a rock. But thankfully before you could fall, Clay caught you. Looking down at the rock, you kicked it and grumbled about the 'Stupid rock' as you walked away and Clay followed behind wheezing.

Eventually, you two had made it to a little open area that led to a river. And as you stood there, you listened to the calming sounds of rushing water. Well until Dream disrupted the peace "Look at that ROCK"

As Dream brought you over to it, you both sat on the rock enjoying the different things the forest had to offer, including pointing at all the fish in the water and eventually noticing the different patches of fungus "Woah look at that mushroom"

Clay stared at it and tilted his head before saying "It looks like a-" pushing him, you stopped his sentence which resulted in him wheezing as if it was the funniest thing ever. His immature self also took a picture of the mushroom and sent it to his group chat with Sapnap and George where they all laughed over it like idiots.

Nothing will ever rival this, your writing is astounding and I love how detailed it is

"Hey come to bed." You pat the place next to you, inviting him to join you.

Clay smiles softly as he changes into something more comfortable. Pulling off his jeans and slipping into pajama pant, his hoodie stays on his shoulders. He swipes his phone from the top of the dresser and starts his way towards you. However the minute he presses his hand against the mattress he freezes.

"Did you eat in bed?"

Crap. You'd meant to clean that. Crumbs dust the sheets, leftovers from your afternoon snack. Sheepishingly you nod, "Yeah, sorry."

He dismisses you with a shrug, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

You watch as he leans over the bed and presses his lips where he'd felt the crumbs. For a moment nothing happens but he quickly inhales sharply. The food particles are quickly taken care of as their vacuumed into his mouth. The sheets are completely crumb-free before he crawls under the covers next to you.

Hand grasping his, you rest your head on his shoulder. "My little vacuum cleaner."