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The American And The Brit 💜

(They/them pronouns)

(800+ words)

Description: Wilbur has a love or host. Unexpectedly though, you are right by his side. His clingy, American, flatmate.

A/N: Whether you take this as platonic or romantic is up to you.

[Rest of the story under the cut]

{《☆》}

Wilbur was being boring today. You wanted to spend the day together and play some horror games, you even offered to let him stream it. But no, he wanted to have a "Love or Host" and find himself someone to replace you.

Okay, maybe you were being dramatic.

"Wil!" You whined, holding onto his leg tightly. "Don't leave me."

"Americans are so annoying," Wilbur whispered under his breath. Sighing, he reached down to pull you off. "If you want, you can stay in the room."

"No." You stubbornly denied. It was getting harder to not let go, so you were starting to make your eyes teary. "You're not allowed to leave me."

Wilbur grumbled, trying not to look you in the eye. When he managed to pry your hand off his leg, you started sniffling.

"Okay fine!" Wilbur broke. "I still have to do it since I promised Austin, but you can be right next to me."

"But," You loudly sniff. "I want cuddles."

Wilbur accidentally looked you in the eyes, seeing your pitiful puppy eyes and cracking under the tears. "Fine. Fine..."

"Thank you," You grin happily, still attached to his legs. "I love you, bestie."

"Call me that again and I will just throw you in the wheelie bin."

{《☆》}

"Wilbur! Wel-, uh hello other person? Wilbur who is this?"

"Austin, this is Y/N. They are my flatmate and they forced me to bring them to my Love or Host." Wilbur sighed. You rest your head on Wilbur's shoulder and relax, just watching as Austin awkwardly nod along. "They'll just be here and do nothing. They're very clingy."

You poked Wilbur in the stomach, pouting. "You're the clingy one."

"Well, I suppose it's not too big of a deal. As long as they're not problematic, it's fine."

"Y/N doesn't even have Twitter."

Austin laughed. Then, he opened up the call and the contestants started pouring in.

Idly, you closed your eyes and played with one of Wilburs hands. They let you, talking softly with Austin as they started explaining the show.

"Er, who is that?"

"Niki, this is Y/N. They wanted to be clingy today so I had to bring them with me."

You opened an eye, poking Wilbur in the cheek and turning to face the camera. "He is lying. Wilbur is lying to your face. He demanded I be here. For moral support. And also because he is deeply and totally in love with me."

The group started laughing, making you grin wirly at Wilbur. Your roommate flushed and pokes you back.

"They're American though?" The Irish one asked. Minx, if you recall correctly.

"I came here because Wilbur convinced me to and then I got accepted to a college. It was practically entrapment because I'm stuck here now."

"Oh, shut up." Wilbur pinched your cheek, making you pull away and whine. "You're such an annoying American."

You frowned comically. "And you're a depressed e-boy."

"Austin, Y/N is bullying me!" Wilbur started whining. You smiled and closed your eyes again. Resting your head against his chest, you fell asleep for a few moments.

{《☆》}

"He's eating another fucking banana!"

Minx's loud yells made you groan as the group started cackling. You twisted until you were pressed even closer to Wilbur, trying to block out the noise.

"Oh," Wilbur whispered, pressing a hand to your back to help you fix yourself. He ran his fingers through the back of your hair, gently tracing random shapes. "Go back to sleep, it's okay."

"Hmm," You hummed. It was a weird limbo between awake and asleep. You could feel and hear everything, but the warm gooey feeling Wilbur made you feel kept you melted into a pile of sleepy goo.

"- so when you choose me and we go on a date-,"

"Mine," You mumbled, clutching tighter onto Wilbur. No one reacted, so you were probably too quiet about it. Louder, you said. "Mine."

"Y/N, shush." Wilbur patted your head. You shook your head sleepily, "No. Mine."

"That's actually adorable, Willington." Baffy comments, smiling at you. "I mean, yeah sure. You can have him."

Austin laughs. "Baffy? What the hell?"

"What?" She defends herself, "They're cute together."

"True." Another contestant agrees. "Are we just third wheeling right now?"

"Mhm," You mumbled softly. "My Wil." You let yourself relax again, blinking up at an exasperated Wilbur. With a dopey smile, you nuzzle your nose in his neck.

"I kinda don't want to win." Minx muttered. Niki blinked before nodding along.

"Is-, Y/N is somehow winning? And they're not even a contestant?" Austin said, thoroughly confused. You grin, sleepily blinking at the webcam.

"He's mine." You agree. Wilbur sighs and shakes his head. "I don't think I'm allowed to disagree." You pout when he stops running his hands through your hair. He barely lasts a second before he starts again.

{《☆》}

"Wilbur, since I won can we go cuddle."

"I don't think I have much of a choice, Y/N... You're such an annoying American."

"I love you too, British boy."

{《☆》}

[I haven't watched Wil's loh since it happened so the only people mentioned are people I only vaguely remember existing in it.]

[Either you're a clingy best friend or your a clingy person with a crush. The clingy isn't optional.]

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Masterlist

Polus ❤

(He/him pronouns)

(1700+ words)

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

[Read the rest under the cut]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

"Anyone else?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, Fundy started humming softly.

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

Lyaria was dead.

Billiam's butler had found her.

"How many words sir?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think we should skip."

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

{《☆》}

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

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

Blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

You lived, but at what cost?

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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Ghostie 💜

(They/them pronouns)

(400+ words)

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

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

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

"TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

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

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

Perfect Family ❤

(They/Them Pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ Words)

Description: You start missing your fiance, Dream, so you pack up and start travelling to his SMP. You and Milo, your cat, meet him and a few extra people on a wooden path.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

"Hey," Dream grinned at you, beautiful green eyes staring down at your face. They dragged down, lower, smirking at the marks he left on you.

"Hey," You laughed, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him down. Dream fell on you, crushing you into an odd sort of hug.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, relaxing with a soft breath.

It was nice, to just be there with Dream. Managing his world left him little time to do anything with you.

"I wish you were home like this more often," You sigh, cradling your green-clad lover in your arms. He caressed your cheek, gently tracing a small scar. He whispers, "So do I."

But that conversation ended there like it had every other time you had it. Two sentences in and a broken heart.

{《☆》}

Dream had hardly been home the last few weeks. Busy with the ever chaotic SMP he ran. There were houses to build, people to keep in check. Your fiance had more important things to do, apparently.

So, you found a cat. A beautiful calico cat. Admittedly, it was more like the cat found you.

Wandering through the forest, bounding straight for you. It circled your legs a few times, almost tripping you before they mewed happily. Ever since Milo has been with you.

And Milo has been amazing. So sweet and gentle. Offering cuddles almost constantly. But you still miss Dream.

Which is why you now have to deal with Milo attempting to hide in your backpack, the one thing you're taking with you to find Dream.

"Milo, no." You warn, picking him up and setting him on the floor again. Milo mewls sadly and curls around your feet. You didn't have enough space in your backpack to carry him and it likely wouldn't be comfortable either.

But maybe...?

Frowning at your own weak will, you pick up Milo and set him on top of your things. Definitely not comfortable... maybe you would just carry him.

Milo meowed happily though and so you let him be for now

That cat had you wrapped around his paws, you swear.

{《☆》}

It took forever to get to where everything happened. Dream had been so paranoid that he made you two live ten thousand blocks away. Countless mountains and rivers, long stretches of plains, and snowy hills that went on for miles.

You crossed it all.

And in the end, you found him. Your beautiful, loving fiance, walking down an old, slightly broken wood path.

"Dream!" You called out, rushing over. Colliding into the green man, you almost knocked him to the ground.

"Y/N?" Dream laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. Softly, he thumbed a finger over your shirt. "What are you doing here?"

Grinning, you pulled the mask away. You got on the tips of your toes and kissed him. It wasn't an answer, but you've gone so long without him that you deserved some kisses.

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I-, uh, I missed you."

"Oh," Dream's face was soft when he pulled away. Gently, he muttered back. "I missed you too."

Giggling, you pulled him down for another kiss. It was softer than your other kiss, sweeter. You leaned closer, not wanting to stop.

Dream pressed a hand to your back, deepening the kiss. You both missed this, it seems.

"What the hell?" Someone shouted, shrill and horrified.

Pulling away, your eyes met a young teenager who stumbled back into an older man. The dyed blonde next to them shifted uncomfortably when you looked at them.

"Tommy," Dream said, emotionless. Your brows furrowed and you pulled away from Dreams arms. "What are you doing here?"

"We were heading to Tommy's embassy and then we caught you smooching with some random stranger," The older man said, eyeing you curiously. It was unnerving. Like they were trying to disect exactly what you meant to Dream. "Who are you?"

"I'm Y/N. His fiance." You said. Glancing between Dream and the group of odd people. "Who are you?"

"They're nuisances," Dream gripped his diamond sword tightly. "And they shouldn't even be stepping foot on this side of the SMP."

"Dream," You grabbed the arm holding the weapon, gently lowering it. "They're not violent. You're picking a fight for no reason."

Dream looked at you, his eyes softening up. Glancing back at the men, who were watching you warily. Almost as if you were silly for attempting to calm your fiance. Your fiance sighed, gently brushing away hair from your eyes.

He pulled away quickly, focusing back on the group. "Wilbur, you're lucky that Y/N is here. I'll let you go today."

The British man nodded, pushing Tommy forward and sparing the other a quick look. They passed by quickly, but they looked at you like you had stopped the apocalypse.

"Thank you," You softly told Dream, picking up his hand and pressing a quick kiss to the palm.

Dream sighed, more tired than they had been earlier. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. Those people are just-, they've been causing problems in the SMP."

"It's okay. Just don't go picking fights when I'm here. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

Dream smiled at you, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. Before you could pull him down for a real kiss, Milo meowed.

"What was-?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed. Pulling away, you took your backpack off quickly and gently set it on the ground. Milo jumped out, circling your legs before going up to Dream. "This is Milo."

Milo meowed at Dream. Dream blinked before he sighed. Kneeling down, Dream gently reached out a hand. Slowly, Milo pressed his head into their palm.

"Aww," You cooed, kneeling down beside Dream. It was wonderful that you got to be here with him. You loved seeing the way his eyes glittered with gold in the sunlight and the pretty way his freckles popped out when he blushed.

Milo curled between the two of you. It was your own perfect family.

{《☆》}

[Dark undertones? In my fanfiction? Never.]

[Milo is best boi btw. Also, this was supposed to be way more angsty. Like, reader sees Dream beating up Tommy in Exile and dumps his ass angst.]

[Next one is a Fundy one and then another Dream post.]

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Bloody Lovers ❤

(1100+ words)

(They/Them Pronouns)

Description: You run a very illegal business. An up and coming rookie hero names "Kitsune" is messing things up though. You're interested in him, so you leave for your very own look at them. (FundyxReader)

(Warning: Very dubious consent relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, and kidnapping. The relationship in this is unhealthy.)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You scan the report, taking in every place where your workers got interrupted. There were quite a few disruptions, which you'd have to take up with them. You couldn't allow them to keep repeating mistakes with such high profile work at risk.

Of course, you do realize a few of them were uncontrollable on their part. A new hero, a skilled rookie as far as your quick search could find, going by the name "Kitsune" was to blame.

A suitable name, you muse. What, with their foxy features. And of course, the ears and tails that you assumed were apart of their powers also helped the name. The hero had been relentless and ruthless.

So unlike a hero.

It was altogether intriguing. A hero unafraid to get their hands, or paws in their case, dirty. You smiled, thoroughly amused. This hero, an apprentice to Willow themselves, was just as interesting as you had hoped.

Maybe it was time to get out on the streets again. It has been so long since you've wondered from your luxurious throne but perhaps this could be worth it.

You laughed, staring down at the paperwork with a confident smile. You can't wait to get Kitsune's blood on your hands.

{《☆》}

They screamed beneath you, the terrified glint in their eyes feeding your bloodlust. A wayward mugger had chosen you as their next victim. Helpless and unaware of their oncoming demise. You laughed wildly, dragging a knife down their arm.

You could rip them apart, limb by limb now if you pleased. But where was the fun in that? Why would you end it there when things could get even more fun.

If your mother was here, she'd scold you for playing with your food. But she wasn't, and so you licked the blood of the knife as they trembled on the ground. Hm, it was a sickly sort. They were probably the type of person with a weak immune system. The disease flowing through their blood, a transmitted type, wasn't helping the sour taste.

"How sad," You mock sighed, like a disappointed parent. "You just had to be a bad apple, didn't you? Who knows, maybe if you had a better taste I would've let you live." They sobbed, begging on choked words.

You know that would never happen, but they didn't. You grinned and they screamed again as you stabbed them between a rib, cutting through their lung. You pulled the knife out and they seemed to choke on their own blood.

Standing, you wiped the blood off on their pants. The hero hadn't shown, and the shouting had been quite loud. Kitsune likely wasn't on duty.

Turning around, you came face to face with a shell-shocked bystander. They looked sick, their face a pretty pale sheet as they backed up. Before they could run, your rinkaku shot out as quick as lighting and wrapped around them. They struggled, and stronger than they looked but you were even stronger.

Smiling coldly down at them, you looked them over. "Why hello there. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

What? They were unfairly pretty. A nice dark shade of red, with a pretty white streak through their hair and wide-eyed dark brown eyes. And maybe the terror in their eyes didn't help, but the rest of them was still pretty.

Maybe you could have another meal to make up for the last one being lacklustre. Grinning, you gave them a seconds warning. "Any complaints on being eaten?" Before cutting a thin slice on their cheek with your knife. They blanched, opening their mouth with a silent struggle.

You shushed them. Licking the blood off the knife, you were overwhelmed with one of the best-tasting blood you've had in a while. You practically moaned, greedily taking it away. They seemed thoroughly disturbed by your reaction, which was fair enough.

And unlike the other meal you had, you almost wanted to keep this one.

"Hm," You considered, gently grabbing their chin. They froze as you turned their face side to side. "I don't see why not. I'll keep you."

"Wha-What?" They spoke their first words to you, a shiny new voice that fits their pretty face. "Let me go! No-! Stop!"

"Hm, no." You said, pressing your knife to their neck. They froze, staring into your eyes with a worryingly calmer look. Certainly, they were interesting. In fact, they reminded you of someone. "Don't worry, you won't die yet."

It didn't seem to relax them, but they were certainly more complacent with the knife at their neck.

{《☆》}

Your newest pet project had taken a while, Kitsune certainly knew how to put up a fight. But you were stronger, both mentally and physically. And now here he was, putty in your hands.

To think you had found him so easily. And that he had such beautifully delicious blood. Truly, your luck was legendary.

"Fundy, darling," You call, beckoning him from his bedroom. He hurries over, almost tripping over himself to get to you. It was an amusing sight when barely a month ago he would be fighting you every chance he had.

You press a hand to his cheek, which he leans into heavily. Fundy places his hand over yours, staring up at you with an adoring look. Tiny cuts littered his body like freckles, but they all showed one thing. That he was yours. These marks showed that. And they'd never leave.

You smile, letting go of him. Quickly, he pulls up a chair and sits close. Fundy practically has your arm in his grasp, leaving you with only your left to do your work. It's slightly annoying but you'd rather have him here with you, stupidly in love in your arms than have him fighting against you.

You'd hate to have to kill him. It'd be an easy decision to make if you had to, but you would still dislike the idea of losing such a great find.

Although with how deeply he's fallen, it's unlikely you'd ever have to risk that. Fundy was so good for you, falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every touch you let linger. So good, in fact, you might start testing that love.

Release him. See if he comes back.

It's a tad bit risky but you know that despite his love for you, he misses his friends. If you let him go back with them for a few hours, you could test his loyalty. It would be so easy to get one of your teleporting workers to fetch him if he decided to stay.

Yes. You would. Picking a knife off the table, you turned to Fundy. With a pleased smile, Fundy gave you his arm. But you wouldn't need that when he was so easy to give. To love. You smiled back.

{《☆》}

[Next post is a Dream post and then I shall disappear for a year /j.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Remade 2 of them. And then I made Fundy's! Time to do more work on the actual writing more sadge

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

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

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

Serial Lover ❤

(Any really, gender isn't specified)

(800+ words)

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until he started killing again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

[L0v3, K1ng]

Double, Double Toil And Trouble ❤

Request (kinda) by @shroombby : "HEAR ME OUT. witch!origin!reader who makes potions for wilbur to help with his weakness to the sun?"

[They/Them]

[1000+ words]

Description: You're just a witch and he's just a (phantom) boy. Can I make it any more obvious?

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

You were a very powerful person. A witch origin whose veins were flooded with magic and whose hands were born calloused to brew. You were born to be trouble and that is what made you dangerous.

With just one potion of strength on you, you could massacre half of the origins in a minute. Maybe less. And with the next long period of time your skills gave you, the rest could be dead too. And that was half the fun, leaning across the thin line of life and death.

Most of the other origins didn't seem to realize what being a witch truly meant.  Physically, you were like a human. But when you brewed, the world sang. And when you laughed, the mountains shook. Effecting the world and its inhabitant is why witches existed.

Chaos was purely what you decided to take away from existing. Why live if you weren't going to have some excitement.

Although one, admittedly adorable, phantom boy was likely a dozen times more chaotic than you ever strived to be. He was unhinged, Wilbur was. A dirty crime boy and a heathen to society.

Poor Wilby though stuck indoors because of his own biology. Burned by sunlight, like a vampire.

"Please! Y/N, I just want to go out in the sun like a regular person." Wilbur grovelled at your feet, an adorable pout on his face as he begged.  It was slightly enjoyable watching him hug your leg like a toddler. "Please make me a potion!"

"There hasn't even been a potion made for this type of thing, let alone altering a potion for phantom hybrid consumption. That stuff is dangerous since you're like half air." You pointed out, patting him on the head as you slowly trudged across the Pub(e). "I love ya, Wil, but you can deal with this on your own. Don't die though."

Wilbur sniffed dramatically, still holding your leg hostage. "I will die out of spite now." Then he gave a pitiful whine, "Please, darling!"

"Let go of me." You tried to get away, but sadly your sugar was clinging like a leech. "I'm not doing it so-! EW LET GO! WIL, STOP-!"

You spent the better half of three hours being pestered by your boyfriend before you gave in.

{《☆》}

Creating potions from scratch took hours. Long and boring hours of watching water boil and turning blaze rods into a thin powder in your mortar and pestle. Getting Redstone in your hair and losing yourself to the process. It was addicting when you got into it. The constant movement and the power that hummed under the dirt when you brewed. Like the world was waiting for a rampage or a disaster.

It was a paranoid process to many witches, as many told you when you still lived in a coven. Knowing that the earth was watching like it knew something they didn't. But you had never felt it the same way. Because the earth moulded under your fingertips willingly so why fear it.

And when someone interrupted your process, it was much more than mildly irritating.

"What?" You grumbled, wiping Redstone dust off. "I was busy."

"That's the problem," Wilbur whined, looking like a kicked puppy as he stood on your doorstep. "I haven't seen you in days! I miss you."

"You asked me to make this potion, Wil." You pointed out, still softening at his words. "I'll still need another day or two before I have it perfect though. We can hang out after."

Wilbur pouted, sulking in his phantom form as the sun started setting. When you did finish the potion, he wouldn't need to be see-through. You were doing this for him. "Take a break! Hang out with me. Please?"

Grimacing, you realized that he knew exactly what he was doing. Wilbur's eyes shone with a plead, wide and begging. Damn him for knowing your weakness to his puppy eyes. "Fine. But it has to be under an hour or else I'll have to reset the entire potion."

Wilbur grinned, nodding rapidly. Stepping in, you took off your apron. Setting it down next to the cauldron, you met a solid Wilbur on the steps. He took your hand in his, racing off in an untouched direction and pulling you along with him.

Laying under the stars, bodies pressed close as a chill wind blew past, you wondered what your coven would've thought about Wilbur.

{《☆》}

With multiple bottles of your new phantom-proof potions,  you handed one off to Wilbur nervously. Stepping back, you held a water bucket tightly. This could go horribly wrong and kill Wilbur or you could have successfully made a new brand of potion. Only one way to find out.

"This will really suck if I die." Wilbur joked before he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut before he took a large swig and opened them hesitantly. He wasn't blue or some other abhorrent, unnatural shade. No polka dots or stripes, he looked perfectly normal. Or, mostly.

His eyes glowed with a shimmering golden rim, like a fire in his eyes or like sun glinting down on them. You grinned widely,  this was good so far.

"Alright, now go. Step out." You encouraged, still holding one hand around the bucket's handle. "I'm right here for you, sugar."

Wilbur nodded, a weight unfurling in his chest. A single foot forward, and the sun bounced off of Wilbur's face, lighting it up and showing off the unnatural paleness that usually came with phantom's and their allergies to the sun. But now he could feel its warmth settling against his skin and it didn't burn.

"You're amazing," he breathed out, turning towards you. A joy that you've never seen before, childish and adoring and absolutely in love. Wilbur stepped forward, taking your hands in his and kissing the knuckles. "So amazing, darling."

You giggled, turning your head as he started pressing kisses to your entire face. Tilting his head slightly, Wilbur smiled fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too," you said, standing there with Wilbur.  Simply basking in the sun. Like you could do now.

{《☆》}

[F r o g]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

Baby Brother 💛

(TransMale Reader but it's technically not an important detail)

(He/They Pronouns)

(1000+ Words)

Description: You're bored so you randomly decide to visit your baby brother. How were you supposed to know George was streaming?

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You were hanging upside down on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr. Today was a slow day. Nothing fun was happening, not even anywhere else.

Twitter was dry, Tumblr was the same as always, no one cool was on Snapchat, and so your boredom had you practically one foot in the grave.

Scratching under the edge of your binder, you spotted a brilliant piece of artwork that sparked an idea.

It was George, with those streamer friends of his, watching a movie and cuddling.

Oh, you were so ready to rewatch all of the Harry Potter movies. George was such a nerd about them too, so he'd probably be fine with you barging into his apartment with no warning as long as you brought food.

Grinning, you got up. It was a shaky start since your head was now pissed at your previous upside-downness. Picking up your keys, you picked up an old hoodie off the coat rack you barely use and started driving to Taco Bell.

{《☆》}

Maybe you should've thought it through. That thought only hit you after you broke into your baby brother's home. (Was it really breaking into if you had a spare key?)

Or, more accurately, the thought came to you when you opened George's door and came face to face with a camera and computer that was showing, what you assumed, was tens of thousands of people your face.

"Oh shit," You backtracked instantly, shutting the door behind you. George was still staring in dumbfounded shock, his previous shrieks tampering out.

"I'll be right back." He rushed out of the room after double-checking he muted and shut his camera off.

"Y/N! What the hell!" George yelled. He wasn't angry, probably. Just concerned. (Or maybe both)

"I-I'm sorry!" You stammered. "I didn't know you were streaming. I-,"

George groaned, annoyed. "You should have called if you wanted to come over. Now everyone knows about you!"

"I know! I just-," You hesitated, frowning down at your shoes. "I wanted to spend time together. I didn't mean to interrupt or-, yeah... I'm sorry."

"I-, it's okay." George sighed. "I'm sorry too, it's just, the stans aren't always the nicest. They can get, weird. I don't want that happening to you."

"I don't want that happening to you either," You said. And wasn't that just the sweetest. Your baby brother wanted to protect you. You opened up your arms for a hug, which George happily gave.

You were taller than George, actually. By multiple inches. He was practically burrowed into your chest. It was painfully obvious when you two were hugging. You set your chin on his brown mop of hair.

"So," You started. "I had come over for Taco Bell and movie night but since I interrupted your stream, how about you go finish that. I can wait here."

George hummed, frowning when you tried to pull away. Your baby brother's face twisted pathetically, guilt-tripping you with his puppy eyes. "Or you could come with me when I end it? They already saw you and I don't wanna let go."

Smiling, you held him for another few seconds before starting the awkward shuffle towards his room.

{《☆》}

"Hello," You say into the mic, glancing over at the words flying by in all caps. "I'm Y/N."

"HOT VOICE"

"PRETTY MAN FROM EARLIER???"

"DEEP VOICE HOT"

"I AM SIMPING"

"AWOOGA AWOOGA AWOOGA"

"FACE CAM???"

"Chat, give me a second to get my camera back on." George said, briefly moving away to reveal you both to the stream. Withing seconds, your nervous face is smiling at the stream. "So this is Y/N! They're my older brother and if anyone says anything weird about him I will ban them from chat.

"Protective 'Gogy'?" You laugh, reading out chat. "What the hell is a 'Gogy'?"

George flushes, swatting the back of your head.

"Hey!"

"Anyways," George smiled innocently, still leaning on you fully. "We should probably unmute and undeafen on Discord, Dream and Sapnap will be worried."

"What the hell kinda name is Sapnap? Or Dream?" You laugh, teasing George, who rolls his eyes. "I didn't pick their names, Y/N"

"Okay, so-,"

"GEORGE!" Someone yells. "Where the hell were you?"

George sighed, giving you a pleading look. Grinning, you leaned closer to the mic.

"Hello, boys."

"What the hell?" Someone shrieked loudly. The previous guy seemed so startled that they knocked multiple glass bottles off their desk. "Who are you!?!"

"I'm Y/N," George settled next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. "And I'm George's kidnapper-, ow, sorry, I'm his brother."

"Oh,"The first voice says, embarrassed. "I'm Dream."

"And I'm Sapnap," The other confidently cut in. They both sounded so American. "You have a hot voice."

"Sapnap!" Dream laughed, an odd wheezing noise that you think you remember George telling you about. "That's his brother."

"And?" Sapnap defends himself, "Am I wrong?"

A pause. You can't help but laugh. George is just reading chat, picking apart the conversation as the public reacts. "Y/N, tell them we're leaving. I want to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie first."

"Of course, bubba," You smiled, ruffling his hair. "Alright fellas, while I'd love to stay and be flattered more, me and George are gonna go have a movie night."

"Oh, bye!" "Byeee!"

{《☆》}

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" George grins up at you, holding the bag of Taco Bell in his lap. You just nod, chuckling as he splays onto his couch and watches you set everything up.

Maybe you spoil him too much...

"Y/N! Hurry up! I'm getting bored." Your baby brother pouted.  Yeah, you definitely spoiled him too much. But then again, it wasn't like your parents were going to.

"Alright, alright," You sat down on the couch, instantly getting an armful of George. He was scrawny enough not to be too uncomfortable though.

As the movie started, you were glad that you came. At least now you have the discord of a hot Texan man and Taco bell, things couldn't have gone better.

{《☆》}

[Hello, I am going to go burn a house down, go be gay and do crime!]

[-L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

Wing Care But Families Are Hard💛

They/Them Pronouns)

(1000+ words)

Description: You go visit home after a few weeks. Phil, your grandpa, greets you in the living room. Things don't settle well and it comes to a head while he preens your wings. (Platonic Philza x Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

"Hey Phil," You said, pushing open the door of Techno's home. Just like you thought he'd be, Phil was reading a book as he curled up on the couch. You stretched your wings out a bit, shaking them out a bit.

"I'm still jealous you can do that," Phil complained as he stretched his arms. You laughed at him, flying in the rain was horrendous when you didn't have an oil gland. You never had to worry though. You could fly in the rain for a bit if you really wanted to.

You didn't often because having wet wings was more than mildly uncomfortable but you still could.

Phil walked over to you, settling a towel on your head. You grinned up at him, wrapping your arms around him quickly.

"Woah-!" Phil laughed. Gently, he ran a hand through your hair. You melted into the touch, relaxing until you were leaning heavily on Phil. "You're so cold, mate."

"Mhm," It's a distant answer, too busy focusing on the mini-preening to your head to answer. You click your tongue in contentment, feeling a low rumble build up in your throat. "I think your wings need to be preened, Y/N."

You groan, too relaxed to do it yourself. "Can you help?"

"Of course."

He gently pulls away, settling you down on the couch. You shuffled to curl away and spread out one of your wings. He gently ran a hand through them, looking for blood feathers.

Carefully, he made sure to avoid them when he pulled out feathers. Gently and carefully, soothing and relaxing. You crooned happily, melting back against the couch.

You closed your eyes, feeling nothing but gooey as he gently fixed up your wings. It'd been so long since your last preening, back when Tommy was still living under the basement in his makeshift home. It was cold but it was nice as Tommy preened them.

You missed him... You hadn't been allowed to see him after... everything. Your dad was too overprotective to let you see your thrice backstabbing uncle.

"You okay," Phil asked softly, carding a gentle hand through your fluffed up mahogany feathers.

Tommy was never like Phil when he preened. Tommy was quick and nimble but soft. Phil was slow and gentle and tough. Years of experience compared to Tommy's slight hesitation or fumbling. But your uncle was always hesitant recently...

You nodded weakly. "Yeah, just-... I-I miss him..."

"So do I," Phil admitted, the same rough edge from when he talked about Wilbur coming through. "But you know why you can't see him."

You bit your tongue. "Not even after his death?" You wanted to ask. Instead, you sighed.

"Because he's a liar and backstabber," You recited your father's words like they were your own. "He only ever treated Dad like a weapon."

"Family meant nothing to him," Phil stressed, plucking a father out with a sudden pinch. "We meant nothing to him."

You shook your head. They didn't know Tommy like you did, even if they thought they did. Admittedly, he hadn't told you everything, but you knew a majority of the twisted things Dream had done to your once headstrong and stubborn uncle.

And you knew exactly what family meant to him. It meant Wilbur and Techno and Phil. But it also meant Tubbo and Fundy and Niki and L'Manberg. Family was a sore subject but on the late nights where he was too broken to care about reputations, he cried to you about how much he still loved Tubbo and L'Manburg. They had hurt him, he had hurt them.

In the end, their blood-strengthened bond had been stronger than weak, years old ties.

And it did hurt.

You had thought that, maybe, he would actually become your uncle that you've been hearing stories about. The Tommy that waged wars with gods and won with only a ragtag group of kids. The Tommy who had been a conman long before he became family.

But things had changed and he had changed. In the end, you can only be glad he is still alive.

"How has Snowchester been?" Phil filled in the silence, plucking another feather. "I heard Ranboo and Tubbo adopted a kid."

"Yeah," You managed after a few seconds, thoughts and words dying on your tongue. "Micheal is a sweet kid. He's starting to talk, kinda."

Phil nods, running a hand through your feathers a final time and patting your shoulder. You leaned away, settling on the opposite side of the couch.

The rain seemed to pour harder, fighting against the windows like a beast. It didn't usually rain around your dad's house, but you supposed there's a first time for everything.

"Phil," It's hard to find the right words. It's like your mind is forgetting your entire vocabulary. A part of you is saying bail, but it's the cowardly part of you. The part that took after Phil.

"Did you ever love Tommy?"

It's an easier question than "do you love me?".

"I-," Phil tries, his brows furrowed. Their purple wings, already so pale, shift awkwardly. It's uncomfortable how long it's taking him to answer. "Of course I did-, do. Of course I do."

It's not the answer you were looking for. You craved something more honest, and something more caring. It was silly to dream when you had already known the answer.

"Yeah," You muster, staring out the window. "I should probably go soon."

"So soon-?" Phil says, a little more brokenly than earlier. "But-?"

"Tubbo'll need help with putting Micheal to bed." You offer weakly. "They're so hyper that it's a two-person job."

"I see." They sigh, giving you a tight smile nonetheless. "Visit again soon. Techno hasn't admitted it yet but he misses you. You're his kid."

"Wilbur being your kid didn't stop you from killing him."

You bite your tongue and nod. When you step out, the rain feels heavy as you fly away from your grandfather.

Tubbo wasn't expecting you back until Sunday and you didn't really have a house built anywhere else.

Tommy's hotel could use a customer, right?

{《☆》}

[lol this was written a while back but I'm finally getting around to posting it. Anyway happy pride month! I'm going to be posting double today in honour of da gay. ]

[L0v3, k1ng]

My King ❤

(He/him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1800+ words)

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

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

It felt homey.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But-?"

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're so mean."

"Wha-? You started it!"

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

"Alright, we can go now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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I don't usually post anything outside of xReaders but the fact that my Eret post has been seen by exactly 4 people is the funniest shit so I have to post about it. Like, it just flopped majorly and I can't get over how funny that is.

Now i know who my real fans are /j

Special thanks to those 4. I know who you are now. I now have favorites.

Simp 💜

(He/him pronouns)

(Trans male reader)

(500+ words]

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

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are a genius.

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

Tommy.

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

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

"Hey, what's up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anytime, Y/N."

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy laughed softly. "I love you too."

{《☆》}

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

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Grim Reaper 💛

(He/Him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ words)

Description: Lady Death asks you to care for her favoured's son. Tommy is begrudgingly easy to get attached to.

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{《☆》}

"No! Please! I'm not ready-!"

"To die yet, I have so much to live for." You roll your eyes, pointing your scythe at the trembling man's neck. "I've heard it all before. I'm not here to give mercy, all threads must be cut eventually and you, mortal, are no exception."

He screams, withering in pain as you press your scythe closer and his souls separates from his body. A shadow of the man, you easily slice through them and send them to the aether.

Unequipping your scythe, you take a moment to stretch your wings before you give two strong pushes and get thrown into the air. Flapping your wings, you raise yourself above the clouds and start gliding more leisurely.

The sun shines in your eyes, casting a soft glow against the milky white clouds that cover the sky aplenty. Your raven black wings contrast sharply against the pastel colouring of day, your connection to Lady Death.

A gift, she said one day. To the son I never had.

You had devoted yourself to her that day. Now, every day of your semi-immortal life is lived to serve Death. It is a life you will never give up, willingly or unwillingly.

Y/N, she softly calls. It reverberates in your chest, and you swoop down instantly. It's a sharp fall, but you pull up barely and are through the narrow cave entrance. Find me, my child.

The portal, in all of its golden glory, stands looming above you. It only takes a second to get there, only two to be transported to Lady Death, and another to drop to a knee as she smiles gently at you.

Next to her stands another winged man. His wings are a more gentle green, with darker feathers spread throughout his secondaries. Their bucket hat, striped green and white, swivels as the man turns to look at you.

It is the man from the paintings. Philza, The Angel of Death, as his title is officially known.

You narrow your eyes, glancing up at Lady Death. She tilts her head and you take it as a cue to stand. Philza gives you a tight smile, turning back to Lady Death.

"Kristen, please. He wasn't-, Tommy shouldn't have died."

You flinch at his common use of her name. Philza really is as close to Death as the stories depict. But he is still foolish for wishing to reconnect the thread that has already been worn thin with death.

It is not your place to decide who lives and who dies. She firmly rebuffs, sympathy still etched onto her immortal features. But if this mortal truly is that important, I can have Y/N look over them.

You keep your face impasse, even if part of you wants to disagree. You do a majority of Lady Death's work so that she can focus on her husband, but she still spends so much time on building up souls. It's odd for you to even think of doing anything else.

Philza frowns, anger and understanding deep-set in his tense shoulders. He spares you a glance, accessing you most likely.

In any other scenario, you wouldn't even entertain this thought. But this mortal is special to him, and therefore to Lady Death. You will treat him only kindly.

You give Lady Death a small bow and take off towards The Land of The Dead.

{《☆》}

"OH FUCK OFF!"

You land in the centre of a gym, a small section of the Land of The Dead. It smells sweaty and emotionally repressed, so you look around for the boy who you've been assigned to watch.

The group of men, an odd group, watch you. One, in shock. They're young. Likely your charge. Another two in amusement, one wears a mask and another wears a worn trench coat. The last, a hybrid ram who eyes you with a neutral glance and goes back to their beer.

You step forward, bowing to the blond who steps back towards Trench Coat. "TommyInnit, Lady Death has assigned me as your charge."

"What the hell?" They yell, the brunet wrapping an arm around them protectively. You blink, mortals were so finicky.

"Have I upset you?" You ask, eyeing the one glaring daggers at you. "It wasn't my intention. I am merely here on behalf of Lady Death and her favoured."

They blink aggressively at you, anger seems to be their main solution. Definitely leads back to the emotional repression you had sensed a mile away. "Her favoured?"

You purse your lips, furrowing your brows at the ground. "You mortals refer to him as Philza Minecraft?"

"Dad...?" They mutter quietly. You nod along despite not understanding fully. "Would you like to go see him?"

Tommy scowled. "No."

"Okay," You pause, unsure of what to do. Handling mortals has never been your job, only collecting their souls. The others have gone about their own business, but the brunet glances at you a lot. Its uncomfortable, you want to get out of here. "Would you like to go for a flight?"

That makes them pause. They tilted their head, watching you with bright blue eyes. Then, they shrug. "Why not."

{《☆》}

You left him for an hour to help with soil collection and he gets revived.

You are done with humanity. But sadly, you've gotten attached to the tiny human who enjoys head pats and rain.

"My lady," You bow. "I know now that Tommy is alive, my mission to watch over him is done but..."

Lady Death grins. You've finally gotten attached to a human. And one of Phil's!

You frown as she giggles, giddy. She smiles gently at you when she's done. Of course you can go. I'm glad you found someone you can call a friend.

"Thank you," You rise, smiling awkwardly. Humanity is strange but now you were going to deal with it on the daily. "I will be sure to check in regularly."

It's not hard at all to hop between world. What will be difficult is finding Tommy when you arrive.

{《☆》}

[i promised this like 3 days ago lol. all men do is lie sadge... anyway i have a technoblade one next and then a platonic tubbo and ranboo one. hopefully I'll remember to post the techno one on Wednesday at 6pm bst ]

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Mr.Loverman ❤

(Any pronouns)

(500+ Words)

Description: You spend a lazy day with Technoblade.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

Brr... Brr...

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you."

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too," He sleepily grumbled.

{《☆》}

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

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Michael and His Three Platonic Dads 💛

(699 words lol)

(Any but you are referred to as Dad)

Description: You are just a regular streamer that gets roped into the BeeDuo Family.

[Read the rest under the cut]

You chewed on your pop tart, scrolling through Twitter. Things were a bit random today, with people mentioning you in a bunch of random pictures of a baby piglin. Maybe your brand was built off of your piglin-esque skin but that didn't mean you wanted your fans tagging you in every tweet mentioning the piglin they named 'Micheal.

As you scrolled through them all, you found a tweet that mentioned how this all started.

"RandomTwitterAcc @doesntexistthisisfanfic

Ranboo and Tubbo adopting Michael and then everyone just forcing @ogpiglin into the role of third father is everything"

You raise a brow. You've heard about your fellow minors who stream minecraft before. They'd gotten insanely popular, so of course you had. But you've never interacted with them before.

It's just your luck that the first time you do, it's because the fandom is forcing you to adopt their piglin child, Michael, too.

Honestly? You've had worse introductions to people. When you had first met Georgenotfound, it was going against him in chess and trash talking him the whole time.

You're friends now, but thrashing someone in a game that's being broadcasted to thousands isn't always taken well. You're just lucky that the stans didn't come after you for it.

You did have a stream in thirty minutes, maybe you could make it apart of your stream to tweet about Michael. You could "officially" adopt him while on stream. That'd probably be good enough content before you got to your actual content. Which you still hadn't decided between an old lucky block mod with interactive chat or joining random fan's realms. Decisions, decisions.

{《☆》}

In the end, lucky blocks had been too tempting. Who wouldn't want to relieve the nostalgia of their childhood?

Of course though, you had already mentally promised yourself to address the whole baby piglin situation. (And likely add gasoline to the flames)

"Hey chat!" You exclaimed loudly, the soft noise of Pigstep playing as your intro music. Chat was a mix of "hi" and "ba ba ba ba" with a few mentions of Michael. "How are you all doing today?"

You hummed along to Pigstep as you chat responds. You glance over donos and chucklewhen you realize a majority are about Michael. Yeah, it's best to get over with it.

"Alright guys! Before we get into playing Minecraft, I want to do something fun." You grin mischievously at the camera. It's not an expensive camera, nor is the rest of your set up, but it's been with you since you started streaming last year and you've gotten attached. Chat even named it a multitude of things, although the one they commonly use is nugget.

Maybe it's your fault for wrapping it in gold wrapping paper for Christmas. The name "gold nugget" just caught on and then nugget was founded. It's shorter but honestly, you've taken to calling it, lovingly, a piece of shit.

"We are going to officially adopt that one baby piglin from the Dream smp, Michael, on Twitter. Because why wouldn't we want to break Twitter?"

Chat enthusiastically cheered you on. Your mods were probably half-way close to putting it in money mode, but you just laughed and pulled up Twitter.

Techno stans me @ogpiglin

Everyone wants me to, so now I'm adopting Michael. @Ranboosaystuff and @TubbosLive we are all now Michael's dads.

{《☆》}

You giggled, almost drunkenly, a few hours later. It was almost 3am, but you were having a lot of fun. Glancing over at chat, something you hadn't done in a while, you realize chat was excitedly yelling about Tubbo and Ranboo being in chat.

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow to chat. "Apparently my fellow dads are in chat."

"Welcome!" You spin in your chair, flinging your hands into the air before you wobbily clutch your desk to stop a few seconds later. "I should probably vip you two. Give me a second... and done!"

Instantly, the duo spams "check discord".

Getting the message to check discord, you pull it up to see a pair of friend requests from them.  Accepting instantly, you send a quick "hi".

A bit awkward. Especially since you're suddenly being roped into helping them raise Micheal in the dsmp.

{《☆》}

[I found a photo from late 2020 that reminded me that my cavetown obsession was so unhealthy that I had been in their top 1% on spotify. Twas the good ol' days, sigh.]

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About me

Baby Brother 2: Electric Boogaloo 💛

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

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

(He/They Pronouns)

(2100+ words)

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

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{《☆》}

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

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

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

"It's TommyInnit!" George laughed.

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

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

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

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

Everyone started snickering and you cracked a smile too.

{《☆》}

SappyNappy ♡

Heyyy

Wyd?

You

Hey !!

W/gogy at his meetup vlog thing

SappyNappy ♡

ooh

tell Tommy hes a lil bitch

Pleasseee

You

Hmm

Only for u <3

SappyNappy ♡

<3 <3 <3

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

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

"Sapnap says you're a little bitch."

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SappyNappy ♡

Where'd u go D:

Dream is ignoring me I'm boooooored

Y/nnnnn

You

I'm here you big baby

Ur so needy

SappyNappy ♡

shut up ur the needy one

I will literally fight u

You

Mhm.

I 100% believe that

SappyNappy ♡

:(

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should probably go-"

"But we're having so much fun."

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

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

"Well-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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*love triangle intensifies*

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

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