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dreamsmpimagnes · 10 months

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imagines where the origins ranboo and the reader meet and develop feeling for each other plsss, thank you so much!

Long ass hiatus, but i'm back with a long ass post

Meeting and Developing Feelings For Origins!C!Ranboo

Your first impression of them wasn't exactly a good one

It had been a nice, calm day when Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy had come back to the group with a stranger in toe

Since the budding community was a place for hybrids to come together and feel safe in a judgment free zone, free to express themselves without worry, you were excited to welcome someone new

Everyone had gathered in the Pube, something that had happened whenever a new face was introduced (with the exception of Niki of course, you all just met around a connecting lake to welcome her)

Phil called for everyone's attention before introducing the incredibly tall new person

The first thing you noticed was their pretty heterochromatic eyes and then their sharp, attractive features

You also took note of their clothing, which comprised of a perfectly coordinating suit and cape (a little tattered though), all in shades of black, purple, teal, and dark green

They seemed to revel in the attention, as, after Phil finished, they stood in front of everyone with perfect posture and waved for a few moments

After they expounded upon themself for a bit longer and everyone separated, you decided to introduced yourself personally

You stuck out your hand to the Enderman hybrid and, in response, they recoiled and put their hands on their hips, insisting that "You can't just shake their hand, excuse you?"

You were dumbfounded to say the least

Literally everyone in the Pube community recognized that they were all rejects in some way from the societies they hailed from so they needed to show everyone equal respect

Well, everyone but this prick, clearly

You huffed at him and left, hoping that maybe they were just having a bad day and took it out on you

That, unfortunately, wasn't the case though

Every day you had seen them after, they acted as rude and entitled as the day you met them, and, while you thought they were nice to look at, you figured a pretty face wasn't worth the disrespect, and moved on

One day though, when they were hungry, you had overheard them talking to Tubbo, who was collecting wheat in the field for bread, which caused Ranboo to whine, before they refereed to him as 'peasant'

That drew the line for you, so you decided to get to the bottom of their attitude problem

After Tubbo left, you borderline cornered Ranboo, who was sitting under a tree on what looked like maybe the fluffiest duvet you had ever seen

You had, essentially, chewed them apart, and for once, they had no cocky comebacks, just a small "I'm sorry", which took you by surprised

They even looked like a child being scolded

You sat down near them in the grass and the two of you had a much more calm discussion, and from that day on, they were a little bit more thoughtful about the way they spoke to others

Within time, you started to realize that they were becoming a different person, one who was less abrasive and closed off

While they were still dramatic and had the habit of being on the more selfish side, they started to care for the other members of your group

Sure, Ranboo wasn't exactly the paragon of virtue by any stretch of the word, but they had learned to lean on others and care for them without their pride getting in the way

They would still laugh when someone tripped or messed up and was still vehemently against anyone other than them using the Nether Roof, but, at the end of the day, they was there for their friends (they also just shown more general compassion, which was a big step up)

They were still definitely a bit of a drama queen, but you'd be lying if you said that you disliked the dramatization and theatrics they brought to your otherwise monotonous life

On a rainy afternoon at your house when they were feeling particularly vulnerable, they shared with you that they had been kicked out of the End by their parents, who had sealed the portals behind them, and how it made them feel frustrated, betrayed, and completely alone

They knew they could be a cocky jerk sometimes, but their own parents kicking them out of the entire realm caused their chest to ache and them to feel a worryingly long lasting sadness that they hadn't experienced before

You didn't know how else to comfort them, so you offered a hug

With a small, halfhearted "I guess I'll allow you to touch me", they accepted it, leaning into you

That wasn't the last time they allowed himself to be like that with you

You weren't dating by any means, but it seemed like that moment of vulnerability they shared seemed like a to bother you and invade your personal space (within reason), though its not like you necessarily minded

That was until one day they showed up to your house, walking in and announcing themself without knocking before stopping in from of you, which wasn't an uncommon occurrence

Their posture was as impeccable as always as they stood in front of you, arms behind their back

They starred at anywhere but you and started shaking and letting out a low, rumbling grow (something they did during stressful moments, you had heard it for the first time when they were expressing their trauma to you)

You were worried that something was wrong until they, still averting his gaze, said you would be going on a date with them

You knew that, while they phrased it as a statement, it was really permission, and you granted it

Immediately they breathed a sigh of relief and reverted back to the same overly confident persona they always carried, they were overdoing it a bit this time, but you figured you'd give them a pass for the moment

There may have been a rather rocky first impression, but you wouldn't trade them for the world

This is a side note, but guess who gets full access to the Nether Roof now

#origins smp #origins smp imagines #origins smp x reader #origins smp x you #o!ranboo #o!ranboo imagines #o!ranboo x reader #o!ranboo x you #c!raboo imagines #c!ranboo x reader #c!ranboo x you

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lacedqll · 17 days

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Hello, I was wondering if you'd be able to write a Ranboo x Reader, where the reader comes home heavily injured? Only if you’d like to write something like this ofcc :) 🌌🌌

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 . . 𝐲𝐞𝐬

「🐬 𝐓𝐖 ;; 」 ˚ ༘♡

🐋 ⁺ -ˋˏ 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆 (?). ꗃ 𓏸

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-ˋˏ !

❛ atleast i bleed out with you . - ❜

❛ - 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 . . 𝑐!𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡!𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ❜

୧ ‧₊ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡.

AS MY frail leg limped across the grass, it damp with morning dew, i dragged a crimson across the dark green and seemingly fresh cut blades, a gash in my knee that leaked gruesomely. surprisingly i havent passed out yet from blood loss, but it was still a unhealthy amount. grunting, i dragged my body as far as i could manage, my train of broken up thoughts cut off by a call of my name by a voice ive heard numerous times before. "What happened?!" i heard the voice closer before a shadow had loomed over me, making me turn around and seeing the one and only: Ranboo. they looked heavily worried, crouching down some to get to my height as they stood substantially taller then most which included i. "Are you dying?! What happened?!" they asked quickly, his differently colored eyes staring more at the deep wound then my own face- which was reasonable.

"I'm fine, Ranboo. It's just a little cut-" "You're bleeding out everywhere this isn't a small cut?!" they said is a scared tone.

either i was going crazy, or i was seeing two of them, one more faded out then the other,,, a little dizzy feeling aswell. "Ranboo, how come i see two of you?" i asked which just seemed to worry them further. "Holy- okay, okay! Um, I have uh-" he paused for a moment, digging through their inventory for a second before grabbing a rather large bandage wrap before almost yanking me to the floor, yelping as i hit the wet green floor. "Ow- Ranboo, I'm fine!" i fussed, though they didnt listen, sitting down onto the grass with furrowed brows and putting my leg onto his lap with the wrap in their differently-colored hands, wrapping the bandage around so tightly you'd think my blood circulation would be cut off.

"Ranboo, that's to tight!" i winced, seeing the dark color seep into the originally creamy white. "Sorry, sorry!" he exclaimed, quickly unwrapping the bandage wrap and rather tightening it further,,, i guess it didnt matter.

when he finished, pushing my leg off his lap gently before asking the question once more. "What happened?" they asked, a bit more calm after all that. the injury might get infected, but it should be fine if well treated later.

"It was just a small fight, it doesn't matter." "You need to learn the difference between small and large. Cause that seemed large. Come on, we need to go to a doctor or something,,,"

「 AUTHORS NOTES 」

this was set in the time of before ranboo got married and stuff,, this prompt was to perfect not to do c!ranboo! i was considering c!ghostboo, but im not verg caught up on how their personality is so,,, gwywoenf very sad about that (ᗒ0ᗕ)՞ have a good day ^_^ im starting school soon, so posts and stuff will be alot more delayed and stuff, sorryyy :3 /gen think of this as a more practice write, very eepy rn. (after posted note: the reader didnt come home and was literslly founf in the forest or smth I CANT FREAKING READ sorry gkwbeidbf)

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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"I like a man in uniform" HC's Dsmp

I have witnessed so many cosplays of L'manbur and GOOD GOD do some of you look wonderful. My favorite has to be the ones on the railroad tracks. Just the aesthetic is 👏👏👏. But yes I got inspired and this is the result.

Warnings: flirting, very little plot development, and flustered peoples. Very short 🙂

Summary: How some of the DSMP might react to you telling them you like them in uniform.

Contains: Quackity, Wilbur, Schlatt, Dream, and Ranboo (jokingly bc why not?)

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Quackity

(By uniform you meant his suspenders and red ascot/scarf thing. Y'know professional capitalist look ✨)

Honestly Quackity would just minorly panic but quickly throw on the charm

"Eeeeyyy really?! You do? Didn't take you for that kinda chica mamcita!"

Very ego boosting. Definitely a mistake to voice aloud.

Wilbur

(L'manbur in other words)

Finds it very nice and might stutter a little as he tries to avoid the obvious romantic comment

"Oh why thank you. Its ✨hand tailored✨."

Tommy in the background: "yeah his mum made it for him."

"You're wearing the EXACT same uniform!"

A scuffle breaks out between the two and you sit there eating popcorn.

"Y/N I have a child."

Fundy in the background: "I'm twenty Wil-"

"And I love you my little champion ~"

It turns into a corny little minute of Wilbur just coddling Fundy.

OR (for you more romantic folk)

"Really? It's a bitch to get off, perhaps you'd like to help me this evening after dinner?" {insert winky face}

Smooth ass motherfucker right there

Schlatt

You have to grab Schlatt and fix his tie for him before you even say anything.

"Excuse me? What the fuck does that mean?!"

Totally flips out, turns a little red. If he's got a drink in his hand he drops it

Schlatt would grab you by the wrist and demand an explanation to which you'd boop his nose and reveal nothing.

It sets him on edge for the whole rest of the day. Like literally he's checking every reflective surface if his tie and jacket are straight.

Very subtle in the fact he really needed that to come from you of all people.

Dream

Orange jumpsuits really?

"Are you talking about my armor or how I am now?"

If you say his armor-

"Help me out of here and I'll wear it anywhere if you want."

If you say his jumpsuit-

"So you're into bad boys huh? Well lucky for you I'm clearly pretty bad at a lot of things."

Something cheesy that makes you giggle which makes him light up inside.

Ranboo (platonic joke-ish)

Stuttering fumbling mess

Like mans cannot keep themselves together

You start laughing with Tubbo and earn several gifted subs off the bet you wouldn't say it

"Ranboo it was a bet calm down!"

"You're despicable."

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#dream smp headcanons #c!wilbur soot x reader #c!quackity x reader #c!schlatt x reader #c!dream x reader #c!ranboo x reader (platonic)#Headcannons #dsmp #dream smp #quackity #wilbur soot #dream #ranboo #jschlatt

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character-dsmp-things · 8 months

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Could you write a how c!dsmp react to sick reader? I've had a bad cold for a few days now, and I could really use dome cheering up!

If you don't want to or can't, I completely understand.

Please take care of your self, so you don't end up sick like me!

Of course!!

How C!Dsmp members react to you being sick!

(Platonic)

I’m very mad at tumblr for deleting my work so these will be pretty short and to the point

✰ Antfrost

He’d stare at you for a while. Before making sure you got the rest you needed

✰ Awesamdude

He’d throw you into the prison guard room till you got better.

✰BadBoyHalo

Very worried, very sweet making sure you were getting better

✰ Captain Puffy

Mom vibes, “need anything kiddo.”

✰ Dream

Could care less, “you know it’s not fun when you’re sick so get better.”

✰ Eret

Such a sweetheart, would bring you into a guest room to have someone come in and take care of you

✰ Foolish

Likely calls someone else to help you out, being as he’s very ‘busy’

✰ Fundy

He’d try to help and end up sick probably worse off than you.

✰ Georgenotfound

He’s either the reason your sick or tells you just to sleep it off.

✰ Jschlatt

“Just don’t get me sick alright?” Is definitely an ass about it.

✰ Jack Manifold

Has no idea how to help you at all.

He’s giving 👁👄👁

✰ Karl

Makes you oatmeal cookies, to make breakfast easier to pass to you. Expect constant tea refills.

✰ Niki

An Angel, keeps a soft music playing to soothe your headaches and probably makes bread for you.

✰ Ph1lza

Dad vibes, this man has everything prepared.

“Tommy used to be sick all the time I’m used to this.”

✰ Quackity

“Hey now you’re not working the casino in these conditions.”

Takes you up into one of the many spare rooms and has slimecicle bring you food water and checks your temperature till you feel better. He’s busy but will make time for you.

✰ Ranboo

I HC enderman can’t catch human virus’s. He’d be eager to help seeing that he can’t catch it. He’d bring you mushroom soup.

✰ Sapnap

Probably got you sick, “eww you’re gross” makes someone else look after you and acts like it never happened.

✰ Skeppy

Has no idea, would try for a while before inevitably calling Bad to come help.

✰ Slimecicle

Absolutely fascinated, constantly watching over. But he would fetch whatever you asked for. Like a dog he’s just watching.

“Human illness is neat.”

✰Technoblade

“Don’t worry about training your body is doing enough fighting right now.” Words of encouragement to you.

“Beat the cold Y/N”

Constantly feeding you baked potatoes.

✰ Tommyinnit

Either why do got sick or the most unhelpful person.

Oh your sick means I’ll talk to you “keeping you company”

✰ Tubbo

He has a child he gets how hard it is on your body, would keep a cold towel around tea and honey would be his staple.

✰ Wilbur

Tries really hard to help you feel better but really just makes it worse then calls either Phil or Quackity depending on his mood. So

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fleogecorpse · 2 years

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(Origins SMP: Platonic)While mining and searching for the deep dark, how does Phantom-hybrid!Wilbur and Inchling-hybrid!Sneeg react to meeting Warden-hybrid!reader? Say reader is passive unless attacked, how will the other people on the server?

New Book

"No Fear"

Origins SMP x Warden! Reader

Warnings: none

Casual

Looking back now, Sneeg regrets ever agreeing to Wilbur's plan to go mining in the deep dark.

While mining, Wilbur slips and let's out a yelp and caused the shriekers to.. shriek; that being the final warning of the mighty warden awakaning from its sleep to kill everything in sight.

Now there it was, an 11 fucking feet tall warden towering over them, half of Wilbur's body phased into the ground with both him and Sneeg looking up at them in fear.

But it doesn't attack, instead tilts their head in curiosity.

"Who are you?" You ask them and let your large hand out to shake.

They were surprised. Warden were shown to kill no matter who or what it was. So you must have been a mutant/hybrid.

You three introduce yourselves, the duo deciding to lead you to the surface and show everyone who you are.

Philza, Schlatt and Techno were shocked and skeptical. What were you doing not attacking the entities? But after a bit of studying they realized that full wardens were the ones that did that. They were less tense, but still wary.

Scott, Charlie, Captain Sparkles and Tubbo were happy to show you around, dragging you to show their builds and give you food.

Beau, Tommy and Fundy were excited, ready to drag you into whatever the fuck they're planning.

Niki, Jack, Ranboo and Badlinu didn't really care but they were friendly towards you.

#origins smp x reader #origins smp #wilbur soot x reader #sneegsnag #c philza x reader #phantombur #jack manifold x reader #fundy x reader #nihachu x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #sbi x reader #slimecicle

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slimeyliveshere · 1 year

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Drawing

Status: DONE ✨ Words: 908 Pronouns: She/her A/N: Football AU ==============================================================

The bright field lights shone on the field as I walked into the stadium. Fashionly is late as always. The score currently showed that SBI was ahead by 7 points. I quickly made my way over to the side bleachers where fewer people sat. Correction there where only one college-aged guy and a high schooler. they were sitting on the first row of bleachers painting each other's nails. One of the boys waved to me. I recognized him from one of my classes, Karl maybe. I started to walk up the bleachers my sketchbook still in my arms after giving him a small smile. 'I am only here for the assignment' I reminded myself. As soon as I sat down the bell went off starting halftime. I opened my sketchbook to get started on the drawing. "Uhm... (Y/N) right?" The same boy who sat at the end of the bleachers now stood right in front of me. "Yeah? Your Karl right?" I asked the guy. His face lit up with a smile. "Yeah! And that's Ranboo he guessed behind his back to the freakishly tall high schooler. "Would you mind if we sat next to you?" Karl asked. "Sure you can..." I told the boys. Karl ran down the bleachers and grabbed his backpack and nail polish. He walked back up Ranboo following him. I went back to sketching the people onto the field. A good hour later I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Karl. "Could I... I... Uhm... CouldIpaintyournails?" his words came out in a blur. I set my half-done sketchbook to the side and turned to Karl. I put my hands out a lopsided smile on my face. He took the queue, grabbed one of my hands, and grabbed a bright shade of purple and black nail polish. The colors were the color of the SMP college football jersey. While sitting there I noticed Karl was wearing the jerseys the people on the field were wearing. "You didn't tell me you played," I questioned Karl who sat in front of me focusing on my nails. "Yeah, I guess I do. I am out for a sprained ankle for the next two weeks" he said sticking out his bad ankle," he said laughing a little. Ranboo sat next to me jumping up when his team- the SBI School district got a little closer to a touchdown. "THE GAME'S ALMOST OVER TOMMY! RUN AS YOU'VE NEVER RUN BEFORE TOMMY!" Ranboo yelled over the crowd quite a few people staring at him. SMP was ahead by 7 points. Just then Callahan broke out of the group of boys jumping on Tommy. Ranboo's mouth fell agape as he watched his friend get pulled to the ground as the buzzer went off. The black-clad side of the bleachers jumped screaming out and hugging their neighbors. Karl jumped up shouting and started to run down the bleachers the best he could and toward the field to celebrate with his team. Ranboo just started screaming profanity into the thin night air. Soon, the bleachers cleared out to go celebrate the win against SBI. Expect the football team. "HEY, (Y/N)! YEAH, YOU ART NERD!" my head jerked up from my sketchbook and found the source of the all too familiar voice. My ex-the-football-captain-grade-cheater-jerk, Dream. The group of overly arrogant football players now stood at the foot of the bleachers. "How's a single life going?" Dream asked a smirk on his face. Karl stood behind him looking quite guilty. He glimpsed up and mouthed a silent sorry to you. Before Dream could throw any more insults at you a tall male walked up behind Dream and grabbed the back of his jersey. "What is happening here, Dream?" the male asked in a monotone voice. All the football players took a step back except for Dream who stood ridged in his place. "No-nothing Techno," Dream stammered tripping over his words. Karl turned and broke away from his team and ran up the bleachers and clasping onto my waist. Ranboo now stood behind you glaring daggers at Dream. "Good, now scram," growled at the captain of the football team allowing him to run toward a group of girls at the entrance his group of goons followed him beside Karl. "Ranboo? She good?" Techno shouted up from the bottom of the bleachers. Ranboo looked down at me. "You good?" he asked unrest in the back of his eyes. I looked back up at them and smiled up at Ranboo. "All good," I piped. Ranboo turned to Techno and gave him a thumbs up. Karl who was still holding on to my waist finally let go. "Ranboo! The team wants to get Freddy's come on!" Techno shouted from where he still stood after he threatened Dream away. Ranboo's face broke into a smile. He scribbled something onto a lilac sticky note before sticking it to my face and taking the steps two at a time to get to the walkway and outside the stadium with Techno on his tail. I reached up to my face and pulled off the sticky note. On it was two phone numbers. One had 'Ranbo' above it. The other had a note ' Techno talks about you all the time I am doing him a favor ' above the second set of numbers. Karl stood next to you reading over your shoulder. "(y/n)'s got a date!" Karl declared in a sing-song voice.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp au #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #technoblade x reader #ranboo #karl #dream #football #football au #c!techno #dream smp #dream smp au #au #sbi #dream team #fem!reader #technoblade x you

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disturbed-and-depressed · 2 years

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5 Years

CC!Ranboo x GN!Reader

Song: 5 Years by Bo Burnham

Warnings: None

Y/n fiddled with the phone in their hands, still contemplating as to whether or not to actually make the call to their longtime boyfriend, known as Ranboo. Today was their anniversary. Five years to be exact. The two of them were only 18, but they’ve known each other their whole lives, and they’ve been in love with each other for 6 years, that one year was spent silently pining over each other until the h/c teen mustered up the courage to actually confess.

“Oh my gosh, just call him and tell him you wrote him a song!” Tommy exclaimed, laying on his stomach across from his nervous friend. “It’s that simple.”

Y/n shook their head. “Shut up Tom, it’s not that simple. What do you know? You’ve never been in a steady relationship because you can’t get a girl to fall in love with you.”

“Woah! What the hell?” Tommy frowned and sat up. “What did I do?”

Y/n groaned and rubbed their hands over their face. “I’m sorry Tommy. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I just…What if he doesn’t like it? What do I do then?”

Tommy didn’t answer right away, trying to find the right words to say so he wouldn’t say the wrong thing and risk getting another blow to his ego. Thinking back on it, he really didn’t know how much the two meant to each other. Him and Tubbo had asked how the two of them had gotten together one night when they were all at Tubbo’s house in England, back when they were still 17 and stupid, but the couple was pretty much vague when it came to their answers.

But the one thing he did know was that Ranboo loved Y/n, and Y/n loved Ranboo. That was enough for anybody wasn’t it?

“Well I know that Ranboo loves you.” Tommy talked slowly, trying to make his words sound a little more meaningful. He wasn’t good at things like this. Y/n would have gotten better advice if they went to Aimsey or Niki instead. Hell, even Billzo or Freddy would be better than him. “If it comes from you, Ranboo will love it. I know that much.”

Y/n peeked through their fingers. “You really think so? Seriously?”

Tommy nodded and held out the phone. Biting their lip, Y/n grasped the object between their fingers.

“Okay. I can do this.” The nervous teen went into their contacts and tapped on their significant other’s profile, pressing the call button and brought the device up to their ear. “It’s ringing.”

They waited and slightly winced at the beeping. “Oh…It went to voicemail.” Y/n informed the blond.

“Just say what you were going to say.”

The e/c person nodded. “Hey Boo, uh, it's me, Um, our anniversary is coming up, it's a pretty big one, and, um, I wrote a song for you. So I'm just leaving you this voicemail because, um, I want the song to begin with this voicemail…”

“...Um, so just, figure it out and text me the voicemail, um, immediately, if you wouldn't mind…Like, right when you get this. Thank you, um, I love you, bye.”

Ranboo smiled as he listened to his lover’s voice fill his ears. He was upset because he hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with Y/n. Ranboo had become increasingly busy with his streams while Y/n had spent more time on their album, just recently releasing outtakes and such.

Ranboo had not forgotten their anniversary but was slightly worried about it slipping Y/n’s mind, not that he would have minded too much, but he would be lying he said the thought wasn’t upsetting. So he knew he was lucky that she remembered.

That was the way their relationship worked. Ranboo was the hopeless romantic while Y/n was the realistic person. Ranboo was a live in the moment and Y/n was a plan ahead type. They balanced each other out and that’s why the couple was able to stay together so long. So with the way Y/n wasn’t big on affection all that much, it wasn’t a surprise she made a song, nevertheless, the thought could not be appreciated enough.

Y/n and Ranboo had been best friends since 5th grade, and the only reason it began was because Y/n had accidentally tripped Ranboo and he had been so forgiving, which was something that still confused the h/c teen to this current day and age.

Secrets have been shared between the two on late nights when it was school the next day. Secrets that they had originally vowed to take to the grave but allowed themselves to slip when speaking to the person who meant everything to the other.

They both had their problems, and they helped each other with their problems, whether it be mentally or physically. Ranboo had always had trouble with the way he looked, never liking his appearance. It had been something that he had confessed to Y/n around 2 years into their friendship. Y/n didn’t like the way other people perceived them, more often than not believing that they were a very tiresome person, and that people are usually annoyed with them.

The two of them were messes. Huge unlabeled weird messes. And even though together they were a bigger mess, it was a mess that just seemed to go unnoticed by most because it was so natural.

It’s been 5 years and things have not changed by much. The pair were still with each other, and things would not be changing anytime soon. Not a big change anyways.

It was around 10 pm at night, and Ranboo and Y/n had just finished a 5 hour long stream and they were starving from having not eaten anything all day, so they agreed on ordering some Chinese food. While Ranboo ordered for them, Y/n searched on tv for a show or movie that would occupy a good amount of time before their dinner arrived and chose to settle on some sitcom that was on its reruns.

The young couple sat on the couch, with Ranboo sitting near the armrest and Y/n right by him, letting their shoulders touch, eating their meal. Y/n was watching the people on the screen move and listening to them talk and the laugh track that would occasionally ring out.

Suddenly, Y/n’s attention was pulled away as Ranboo wordlessly reached over to her plate and grabbed a dumpling before popping it into his mouth. The e/c teen stopped her movements and stared at their boyfriend. Y/n scoffed and shook their head. Like, Ranboo didn’t even ask if he could. Yeah, they’re dating each other, but it should be a known fact that you do NOT take your significant other’s food unless you know they’ll be okay with it.

Ranboo stopped chewing as he caught Y/n’s gaze and stared at her questioningly. “Why are you looking at me like that? What the fuck did I do?”

The teen rolled their eyes. “You know, if you really wanted some dim sum then you should have gotten some when we place in the order dude.”

“You’re a psycho.” Ranboo jokingly told Y/n. “I don’t wanna fight, okay? So let’s just drop this, it’s not a big deal.” He turned back to the screen.

Y/n sighed, “Fine, but for the record you owe me a dumpling, I mean it, I won't forget. You owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent.”

Ranboo bit his lip to stop himself from bursting out into laughter at his partner's words. It was really moments like this that made him love his best friend even more.

Ranboo walked across the slightly cluttered floor that had a few papers, pencils, and a couple sweaters scattered around. It is a calm day.

Or it was.

Y/n’s head snapped up when they heard Ranboo let out a loud screech, watching him clumsily jump on the couch, looking batshit terrified. “Hey what’s wrong!?”

Instead of answering, Ranboo shakily pointed at the ground. Confused, Y/n’s eyes followed his finger and saw the culprit. It was a fucking spider, and it was the size of a nickel.

Y/n let out a panicked gasp and clambered off the chair they were sitting on to stand on the coffee table. They swallowed the lump in their throat and looked at their boyfriend. “You should kill that.”

Ranboo looked Y/n in the eyes as he shook his head. “Um, no, fuck that.”

“Come on, be a man.”

“What?” Ranboo squinted his eyes. “You're a total anti-sexist, a patriarchy fighter. But your whole worldview collapses.The moment there's a spider.” He glanced back down at the eight legged creature. “I get it, this is the real you. It's a pleasure, nice to meet you.” Ranboo held his hand out for a handshake despite the fact that him and Y/n were like 4 feet apart. “Shit like this brings the movement down.”

Y/n scoffed. “Well, haven’t you heard the saying?”

Ranboo picked his head up again, “What saying?”

“Everyone's a feminist until there is a spider around.”

Y/n stood up from their spot on the couch and started walking towards the hall.

“Where are you going?” Ranboo asked from behind them.

“Just to the bathroom.” Faintly, Y/n could hear shuffling from the couch, but brushed it off, assuming Ranboo had gotten up for more popcorn or another drink or something. They were not expecting to be picked up by the waist and moved to the opposite side of where they were originally heading. “What the hell?”

Y/n turned back around in time to see Ranboo dart to the bathroom as well. “Hey! No! Don’t you dare!”

Getting a loud laugh in return, Y/n was unfortunately slower than the giant ass teen and ran into the door as Ranboo abruptly shut it. “Too slow!”

Y/n groaned and hit their head on the wooden door. “Bruh, why didn’t you just use the guest bathroom? This is why we have two bathrooms in the first place!” Y/n whirled around and stalked off, only pausing once to shout one more time. “And I know that you know!”

“It’s fun messing with you!”

“Fuck off!”

Y/n groaned and rubbed their eyes, trying to get all the eye crust off, still groggy from the long nap. They sat up, looking around the room, remembering that they had spent the night at Tommy’s since it was too late for Y/n to leave for the house that they and Ranboo shared.

Y/n sat up and picked up the note that was on the dresser. They recognized the sloppy handwriting as Tommy’s explaining that he had gone to the store and would be back soon, also explaining that there was food in the fridge if they were hungry.

They pushed the covers away and stood up, leaving the guest room and walking down the hall, coming out into the front room, seeing it empty. They moved over to the couch and sat down, leaning back against the cushions and pulling out their phone.

The silence that had taken over was interrupted by a knock on the door. Y/n groaned, standing up and walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it, realizing at the last second that they should have at least looked out the peephole first. They got lucky though, seeing as it just turned out to be Ranboo.

Ranboo stood in front of his partner and smiled nervously. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Y/n breathed out, surprised he had shown up. “Sorry, come in.” They moved out of the way.

Ranboo strolled inside, glancing around the apartment. “Is Tommy here?”

“Umm, no, he’s out shopping. Who knows what he’ll come back with.” They chuckled. “What are you doing here?”

“It feels like we had a fight, even though we didn’t.” Ranboo mumbled. He held out his arms and pulled Y/n into his chest, breathing in their signature scent. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time for each other because we’ve both been busy with our own things, which also means we didn’t get to have our anniversary yesterday.” The words were muffled, but it was still easy enough for Y/n to understand.

“It’s no one’s fault.” Y/n whispered. “We can just hang out today, and go do something if you want.”

Ranboo shook his head. “No. No, I just want to be around you. I don’t want to do anything today, please.”

Y/n tightened their grip on their boyfriend. “Then we don’t have to. I promise.”

“I really loved the song.” Ranboo muttered gently.

Everything was silent between the two lovers. It was perfect even.

“Happy five years.”

#ranboo x y/n #ranboo fluff #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo #ranboo x you #c: ranboo #cc!ranboo #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #bo burham inside #bo burnham

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dsmp-enthusiast · 2 months

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Imagine:

YANDERE BENCHTRIO

It's only the characters, not the content creators!

Like, Tommy just trying to guilt trip you into staying. (he kinda sucks at it for like, uh, 60% of the time.)

At this point Tommy would probably annoy you into staying with them, it works better than the guilt tripping tbh.

Tommy probably will throw a whole ass fit if you tell him that you want to leave or time for yourself, only for Tubbo to calm Tommy down and convince you into staying. (for their sanity pls.)

Tho, Tubbo would probably also try to guilt trip you, yet, unlike Tommy, he actually succeeds with it. (and is way more subtle about it.)

Tubbo would also be a lot, a LOT, more calmer about you than Tommy and Ranboo, he'll make you think he depends on you for most things.

Like, honestly? Tommy gets a little too wild sometimes, no front, and Tubbo wants to make you stay for small tasks and short moments so you'll think he lets you go afterwards, only for Tubbo to want some cuddles from you. (you can't possibly say no to that, can you?)

Ranboo is probably the worst out of them, like, he'll be completely chill and all and jokes with you, but the moment you want to be without him, he'll just stare at you coldly as if you just committed a crime.

Ranboo would probably be the worst and best one out of them to be with, like, yeah he can get fucking crazy when you try to resist their affection or if you want a moment without him, but he's also the most uhm... stable one?

At least Ranboo makes it seem that way, he'll be the calmest to be around, not overbearing like Tommy but rather chill, not always trying to cling to you like Tubbo, he'll be happy as long as you don't push him away, occasionally he pats your head or rambles about something.

#yandere benchtrio #c!dsmp #c!benchtrio #c!tommyinnit #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #yandere c!dsmp #platonic c!dsmp #yandere c!dsmp x reader

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canonically-a-genloser · 1 year

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being platonically married with c!beeduo

currently stuck on my c!beeduo mood so imma throw headcanons at you like. idk cheese ig i'm throwing cheese at my followers have some c!beeduo and cheese crumbs

I wrote this in one go so sorry if it's bad sjfjsnchxncdjz

you help them with Michael a lot

mining trips with Ranboo where the two of you just talk about everything and nothing with all the time in the world

i have said this before but hugs. one of them on either side of you. hugs have to involve all three of you and there is little variation to that rule

c!Ranboo hums songs to himself all the time to keep himself calm this is canon to me

snowball fights happen constantly. Tubbo usually starts it and usually wins even though Ranboo could probably win if he tried

Tubbo loves little things you'd give him. bracelets, flowers, literally anything.

The three of you probably have matching rings or something similar

since Tubbo and Ranboo call each other "bee" and "boo" they come up with a nickname for you as well

AND THAT'S ALL IK IT'S SHORT BUT HERE Y'ALL GO 🎉 I MIGHT DO MORE OF THESE IF I THINK OF ANY

#c!beeduo x reader #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp tubbo #tubbo x reader #tubbo x y/n #tubbo x you

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luna-jaden-shadow · 2 years

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Dead On Your Feet

Prompts - Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Summary - Something that Ranboo wasn't counting on when he went on a walk was finding someone bleeding out, much less someone that was so similar to him Or In which Ranboo finds a dragon hybrid after they crashed in the snow and takes them home to heal them

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury,

Pairing - C!Ranboo X Enderdragon!Reader

A/n - Did I write out a whole one-shot and then write a new one for this prompt? Yes. Yes, I did.

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“Stay awake.”

You mumble it to yourself like a prayer, eyes getting harder and harder to stay open in the cold. Your movements are slow, limbs feeling a thousand times heavier in the harsh cold of the tundra you're passing through. Every now and then, your wings give out, dropping you a bit before you catch the wind again. You're deathly pale from the cold, and a large cut rests on your back along your spine, still bleeding as you fly. Your head pounds from the injury on your head, blood covering the side of your face, staining half of your vision in a layer of red.

“Just a little further.” You promise yourself though you're still unsure of where you're going. The terrain you're flying over is unfamiliar to you; all you know is that you're going west, following where the sun is slowly beginning to fall towards the horizon line. “Just a little-” Your voice fails with your wings as you plummet from the sky, unable to catch the wind like before. Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to catch the wind or flap enough to fly, you wrap your wings around yourself and tuck your head down. A yelp leaves you as you crash into a forest area in the tundra, snow-covered branches only slowing your crash landing. You land in the snow with a groan, sliding a bit from where you hit before you came to a full stop.

You uncurl your wings from around yourself; you lay in the snow and let out short huffs of air. A long moment passes before you try to at least sit up, your muscles ache for you to stop, and your body craves sleep. You're only able to push yourself up only an arm's length from the ground. Panting, you wince at the pain in your back as you move.

Somewhere in the snowy forest, there’s a crunch in the snow, footsteps drawing closer to you as you shiver and bleed out in the cold. A figure appears, moving behind the trees as your arms give out, making you lay on the snowy ground once more, the side of your face against the snow. The figure slowly approaches you, breaking the small tree line till they’re just a few feet away from you. Tired eyes look up at them, catching the vibrant eyes that stare down at you in curiosity.

With very little energy, you try to shift back in the snow, only to groan in pain and give up on what you believe would be your second death. As your vision blurs, the figure walks closer and kneels down, unclasping the cloak from their shoulders and wrapping it around you, gently pulling your wings to your body to move them under the cloak. “I got you.” His voice is calming, almost soothing to you, as he moves you to be able to be picked up. “This is gonna hurt.” He picks you up, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to keep you warm.

You groan at the movement, your head against his shoulder. He starts walking instantly off in some direction. At some point during the walk, you finally pass out from exhaustion, becoming limp in the stranger’s arms.

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The bright light of day burns through the window, laying a strip of light across your eyes. Your eyes screw tighter as you stir from your sleep, groaning as you turn your head to try and hide from the daylight. Slowly, you open your eyes and are met with an unfamiliar room and bandages all over your body. Purple eyes move around the room and find no one other than you in the room. Shifting, you slowly push yourself up on the bed, groaning at the pain in your back. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Reaching your hand to your head, you feel the bandages wrapped around your head and groan at the pulsing that hits you at the acknowledgment of the wound.

Relieved, you drop your hand before slowly pushing yourself off of the bed, and the second you are up straight, you stumble forward, and your knees give out. You hit the wooden floor with a soft thud, your wings shuddering in pain behind you. Somewhere in the house, there’s a different thud and then movement, making you panic as you scoot back on the floor till your back presses against the bed, making you hiss.

The footsteps approach the room, and the door opens to show the person from before she had blacked out, only now she can see them clearly. They stand tall, with black and white hair that matches their skin and barely reaches their jawline. It was clear that they were a hybrid by just about everything about them. There's a certain pull about them that reminds you of home. You two are in a stand-off for a long moment, neither trying to move in any way. Both hybrids are unsure of where to go from here, both very unsure of what the other is capable of.

“You should be in bed.” He voices, watching you shift uncomfortably. You don't say anything, trying to figure out if you should trust him or not. “You were on your last legs when I found you; if I was gonna-ya know-I would have out there.” He insists, hoping that would aid in your internal dilemma. He steps forward cautiously, holding his hand out to you; there’s a gold band on his pinky finger as well as one with some kind of green gem in it on his middle finger. You stare at his hand for a moment before taking it and letting him help you stand up and then sit on the bed. “Is it okay if I change your bandages?”

You hesitate before nodding, watching him with cautious eyes as he moves around the room before he pulls up a chair beside the bed. Gently, he takes your right arm and undoes the bandages to show off all the little cuts that have since healed and no longer need to be dressed before doing the same to the other.

“Can I ask what your name is?” His voice is soft as he gently cleans a large cut on the back of your hand. The washcloth he uses is dipped into a healing brew before being applied, aiding in the healing process of your wounds.

You let out a hiss as he cleans and dresses the cut. “Y/n.” Your voice is quiet and cracks a bit, leading him to offer you the glass of water from the bedside table, you down half of it before setting it aside again.

The man hums, suddenly standing up from the chair. You flinch at his movement, backing up on the bed as though he is going to do something to you. Your wings flare up despite the pain it causes you; you can't help it it's your body’s attempt at making yourself look bigger in the face of danger. He pauses all movements, staring at you and your barely stretched-out wings. “It’s alright.” He promises his hands up with his palms facing you.

“Sorry.” You mumble, fiddling with your hands as he unwraps the bandage from around your head.

“It’s alright.” He insists, looking at the cut on your head. “Do you remember what happened?” One hand pushes back your hair while the other cleans the cut that follows along your hairline. He’s cautious of accidentally bumping the dark horns on your head, the right one of which is broken, the faint cracks that travel down to the base faintly puls a purple color that matches your eyes. “You have quite the cut here, so I wanna make sure you don’t have brain damage.”

What happened to you comes to you in flashes, moments of chains, and pillager laughter. A ripping pain from your head and the burning cut down your back makes you shiver. You get lost in the broken memories of your time wherever you were, zoned out as the man wraps your head. As soon as his touch leaves you, you focus back on him and give him a small nod.

“That’s good.” He notes. “I’m gonna change the one on your back, okay?” You look at him for a moment before nodding. “Just turn a bit for me?” You shift on the bed, turning your back to him. He cuts the bandages away, and you wrap your arms around her chest. “Sorry about the whole missing shirt thing; I had to remove it to get to the cut.”

“It’s okay…”

Mismatch eyes glance at you, “Ranboo.”

You hum, flinching from his touch when he probes the cut along your spine. He mumbles out another apology as his touch changes to be gentle after that, cleaning the wound carefully to not hurt you too much. “Thank you.”

He covers the healing wound, and with your help, he wraps your back and chest, maneuvering around the bases of your wings. “Don’t mention it, couldn’t just leave you to freeze in the snow.” He replies, starting to put away the healing supplies as you turn in the bed. “Are you hungry?” You look up as he turns fully to look at you.

You give a small nod, your attention now drawn to the window. Outside of the building, it snows, a drastic change from when you had woken up. Ranboo takes a moment, observing you and the faraway look in your eyes as you stare at the snowfall. For the moment, you're a person of few words he’s concluded, of course, that could be due to shock or whatever trauma you've gone through before he’d found you. Regardless of what happened, he was prepared to help you through it.

#dsmp #dsmp ranboo #c!ranboo #ranboo #enderman hybrid #reader insert #x reader #playtonic #hurt comfort #injury #mention of death #mention of freezing #ender dragon #hybrid!reader #whumptober2022 #no.4 #dead on your feet #can't pass out #waking up dissoriented

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rachaelswrites · 2 years

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New Powers

C!Tommy, C!Wilbur, C!Ranboo, and C!Tubbo x Platonic!reader

Word Count: 613

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi can i request a c!wilbur c!tommy c! Tubbo and c!ranboo platonic react to reader with scarlet witch powers? I think it would be interesting thank you!

A/N: This definitely did not go in the way I planned but I like it so if you want a part two to this I’ll do it!

You knew you would change after the fight but not in the way you actually did. Your new powers were similar to those who had been captured by the dragon but different. While the tall black creatures moved around unpredictably and picked items up, you could create ones out of thin air. You had discovered it by accident but just because this wasn’t ideal, didn’t mean you couldn’t show off to the closest people around you.

Before you left your small house, you grabbed a small ax in case you needed it. While Philza had cleared the area of any threats before letting you move here, you never knew what could be lurking underground. One wrong step and you could be in trouble. You made sure to also bring extra food and some extra protection for the journey. It wasn’t a long one but you were on top of a hill overlooking the valley where the others were.

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Lucky for you, all four of the people you were looking for were already together at Wilbur’s. You knocked on the door only to let them know you were there before you entered, “I have something to tell you all,” you said.

“Are you dying?” Tubbo asked, standing from his chair at the table, “Because you can’t die. You’re the one who keeps us from dying.”

“Well thank you for your concern but I’m not dying,” you said, “It’s kinda the opposite in a way.”

“You’re pregnant!” Tommy exclaimed.

“What?” you shook your head, “No I’m not pregnant Tommy.”

“Well then tell us already,” he responded.

“I’m magic,” you said.

“You’re what?” Wilbur asked, making sure he heard you correctly. There was no magic in the overworld last time he checked so if you were right, something was off.

“Magic,” you repeated, “I have powers now. Like really cool ones.”

“Wait, can we see them?” Ranboo asked. He was curious, like a child days before christmas. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise but also wanted to know.

“Hang on, hang on you guys,” Wilbur said, getting up from his chair, “How do you have powers?”

You shrugged, “I think it’s from the fight with the dragon. She hit me so maybe that’s how. I’m not sure how magic works to be honest.”

“That’s because magic isn’t supposed to be in the overworld,” Wilbur explained, “Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head, “I just found them out this morning. You’re the only people I’ve told.”

“Can you show us them?” Tubbo asked. Wilbur shot him a look so he quickly added, “Just so we know what we’re dealing with of course.”

“No no no,” Ranboo added, “Wilbur is right. Other people can’t know about Y/n and her powers. We need to protect her and keep this a secret.”

“Awww I’m horrible at secrets,” Tommy whined.

“Tommy,” Wilbur said seriously, “This is Y/n we’re talking about okay? We have to do what we can do to keep her safe.”

“Wilbur, I can keep myself safe. I’m not a child,” you said back.

“I’m not worried about you Y/n,” he said, turning to look at you, “I’m worried about the others that will want to hurt you if they find out,” he turned away from you and looked at the group, “Can we all promise to keep this a secret and do what we can to keep her safe?”

The other three boys nodded and Tommy put his hand out, waiting for the others to place theirs on top of his, “Promise.”

“Promise,” Tubbo and Ranboo said at the same time, putting their hands in.

“Promise,” Wilbur said, adding himself to the mix.

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elliot-needs-sleep · 2 years

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just thinking about the fact that benchtrio + purpled don’t have healthy adult figures to look up to and must have some sort of distrust towards adults wanting to treat them kindly and cherish them without something in return and at some point must want to fuck with every adult that tries to coddle them. like baking horribly overcooked cookies and giving them to adults fully expecting them to spit them out and try miserably at making it seem like they enjoyed those overcooked to hella and back cookies. purposefully messing up said adult’s home when they’re forced invited to stay over to be safe. all that jazz. eventually adults give up and settle for being distant friends and then reader comes along.

reader who eats those overcooked cookies and treats them like they’re the best sweets in the world, who lets them be independent while offering support and not trying to convince them to follow a certain ideal. reader who gives them space to decorate their own room to stay in, a silent invitation if they need a place to stay. i just want to spoil those 4 but i know they’re from a world of favors and being in debt to people so they wouldn’t be trusting and okay with being coddled by me so i’d settle for subtle coddling and promises of help if it’s needed.

yours truly,

gremlin anon

Gremlin, you're a genius. Also, this is the first time I've actually included Purpled in a fanfic for real, mostly because I ran off the assumption that he wasn't comfortable with fanfiction at all, but apparently he's okay with it as long as it's about his dsmp self and isn't 'weird' as he put it.

Parental Figure

Fic Type: Short form?

Characters: Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Purpled

Fandom: Dream SMP

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Tommy wasn't a great cook.

In his defence, it's not like anyone ever taught him besides Niki, and even she didn't really have time for him. He learnt everything by himself or with a bit of help from Phil and Wilbur.

So when he gave you burnt cookies as a welcome gift, he completely expected you to put on a fake smile and throw them away like all of the other adults he made cookies for. But you didn't do that.

You had smiled at him as if he had given you netherite, and you actually ate a cookie in front of him, proclaiming it was delicious and putting the rest of them in a cookie jar for later.

That... That was new to him. No one had seemed so genuine about his baking before. Even when he came back to sneak some iron the next day while you were out, he noticed the cookies were still in the jar, with some new crumbs on the counter. You were still eating them? That was also new to him.

Who were you?

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Tubbo and Ranboo thought that trusting anyone else usually meant getting stabbed in the back or being used. Usually that went for all the adults, Puffy, Niki, Fundy and Sam being the only real exceptions to that. So when Micheal had run off, and you had found him and brought him back, they were instantly suspicious.

"I remembered Tommy had mentioned that you two had a tiny piglin named Micheal, so when I found him I tried to find your base, but then it became night and I tried to ask Tommy where to go but he wasn't answering, so I ended up running into Techno and asking HIM if he knew where to go, and he lead me through the nether, and I'm so sorry I didn't have him back sooner." You had rambled, clearly stressed out as Micheal was making happy noises in Ranboo's arms.

You had brought him back, with no ulterior motives, and were APOLOGIZING for not knowing where you were going. Tommy had told them about you, and they had ran into you in the past. He had said you were nice.

Tubbo ran off to rummage through an ender chest, handing you a few diamonds.

"Thank you."

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Purpled was very used to trashing peoples bases so they would stop trying to help him. They always invited him to stay over and was never prepared for him to actually take the offer when needed. So he stopped taking them.

That was, until he showed up at your house in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm.

You had quickly ushered him in and out of the cold rain, leading him into your kitchen.

"I have a pair of Tubbo's clothes here, they'll probably fit you if you want?" You offered, and you went to go grab them once he nodded, shivering slightly.

"I've also got a spare room for you." He was expecting a small, hastily made room that was shared by everybody else.

What he was NOT expecting was you to lead him down a short hallway, to a door that had his name on it. When he opened the door, it was a bit empty, with a bed and a few chests.

"I wanted you to decide how to decorate. You're always welcome here, by the way. You can come in through the window, too, if you don't want to talk to me. Even if I'm not here." You left him with a small smile, heading back to your own room.

He slept soundly that night for the first time since he joined the server.

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You helped teach Tommy how to bake and cook a bit better, always happy to taste test his recipes.

You babysat Micheal whenever needed, you brought books and toys for him and brought food for Tubbo and Ranboo when you noticed them running a bit low, all with promises that you'd made a bit extra and weren't going to eat it.

You helped Purpled with anything he came to you with, even if it was just ensuring he had a safe place to sleep.

You were giving them new hope in people. And that was new to them too.

#elliotiswriting #gremlin anon #dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp tubbo #dsmp ranboo #dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #dsmp tommy #dsmp purpled #c! tommy #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!purpled #ranboo #purpled #platonic x reader #x reader

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pretty-amorphous-blob · 2 years

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Skin is not always so pretty

familial / platonic c!beeduo and sbi x reader

Disclaimer: there are a lot of pet names used in a familial/platonic way and a lot of platonic physical affection. Also somewhat graphic depictions of eczema and pain.

You cursed as you woke up, feeling the tightness in your face and inevitably the rest of your body, groaning quietly at the pain. The eczema was really bad today.

Getting up took about ten minutes, with the incrimental shifting towards the tub of salve on your bedside table, and a combo pain and healing potion made for you especially by Philza. Eventually sitting up you took the potion mixture, making a face at the taste, and rubbed the salve onto your joints, it wouldn’t solve the problem, but it would at least allow you to hobble towards the shower.

Walking to the shower was a grueling task, you carried a topical ointment also from Philza and salve with you as you went, as well as the linen strips for wet wraps and clean cotton pajamas. Every inch your skin moved made you keen in agony, and tears began to form in your eyes. It hurt so bad, you wanted to curl up and cry, but you knew the only way to fend off the burning dryness was to shower and moisturize.

The bathroom wasn’t very far, and you were almost there when you heard a familiar voice call your name drowsily.

You tried your best to hide it from them since the flare up had started, wearing long sleeves all the time, covering your face with a mask, showering incredibly early and late at night, blaming it on workout routines. You built a schedule to avoid them seeing the red scaly patchiness on your skin, downing numbing potions like they were going out of stock everyday to keep the constant twinges and itchiness away. Philza was a saint, keeping your secret nd experimenting with Techno to come up with treatment potions.

They noticed the strange behavior of course, but they just ignored it in favor of respecting your boundaries. They all had weird things, Ranboo hated eye contact and Tubbo hated fireworks, but this? This was disastrous, Tubbo was awake, and he seen your uncovered face, your arms, everything. His eyes widened in shock, seeing the red patches and wrinkled dry skin around your joints. It was humiliating.

You froze, tears still collecting in your eyes, this time from shame as well as pain. You didn’t have time to explain though, you needed to shower, or you were gong to die. Well not literally die, but the pain was making you lightheaded even with the potion.

You rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, hurriedly sorting all your care items on the counter and turning the fan on. Now for the hardest part, undressing. You always dreaded this, peeling clothing off the oozing cracks hurt so much. Sometimes it was easier to literally get in the shower and then take off your clothes as the water softened your skin and washed away the crusted blood and fluid.

You hissed in pain as you gently peeled away your shirt ignoring the fire burning across your body. The process took at least five minutes, and you muffled pained groans and gasps by biting your hand. Not the best coping strategy, but hey, hiding a severe medical condition from your bestfriends wasn’t easy.

Soon enough you had finished your shower, despite the fact that you had to be incredibly gentle and took way longer than what would be considered normal. You definitely would have to go back to Philza at some point to make sure nothing was infected but for the time being you were dead set on not getting caught scurying back to your room in shorts and a tank top that barely covered your back.

When you left the bathroom you saw Ranboo and Tubbo speaking in the kitchen looking concerned as their ears twitched and ranboo’s tail flicked back and forth anxiously. You snuck by them and got to your room, laying a towel on the floor, and attempted to rub the ointment Philza made you into the problem areas. You were trying your best to avoid the wing friendly tanktop and running shorts you had on. They were the only clothes you had that didn’t cover the problem areas but also wouldn't absorb the precious concoction Philza had so graciously made you.

A knock on your door made you jerk suddenly and you whimpered in pain. You knew it would be easier to let them help you, but the humiliation and shame of letting them see your condition made you shrink into yourself. You didn’t want them to see your skin, they would think you were hideous. A monster, despicable, they would shun you like a leper.

“Sunshine? Is your skin acting up?” you heard Tubbo’s gentle voice come through the door, and you let out another quiet whimper. “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Is it alright if Ranboo and I help you?”

You wanted them to, it would be so nice to be taken care of, gentle hands helping you put the ointment and salve on and then helping with the bandages. You always did them in a hurry, leaving them sloppy and barely effective, good enough to get the job done but not remotely like the first time Philza showed you how. The vulnerability was terrifying, but you knew you were part of their family, and they would care fo you just the same as Tommy, Michael, or Shroud.

It would be the same as Tubbo applying Michael’s anti-necrotic potion each night to stablize his condition.

It would be just like Ranboo massaging Tubbos left shoulder when it had phantom pains from the execution.

It would be like you and Tubbo searching for Ranboo in the dark hours of the morning, only to lure the lanky man’s enderwalk state back home with chorus fruit and grass blocks.(Ranboo stocked up on both for such events.)

You knew they would care for you so you opened the door, stepping back and hanging your head in shame, while shivering with pain

Ranboo immediately rushed to your side, softly stroking your hair and examining your skin gently. “Oh honey, it's really bad huh?” you sniffle as he softly runs his free hand over your arms and back, gently moving you to sit on the towel Tubbo moved to your bed. “Shh, its alright, Tubbo’s gonna help okay? We’re here. We’ve got you.” as forgetful as the guy was he could be awful sweet.

Tubbo shuffled onto the bed with you, picking up the tub of ointment and the salve. “Where do I put the ointment sunshine?”

You let out a small sigh at that, tears continuing to roll down your cheeks. You look at the floor and mumble “Back, arms, and the l-lower part of my legs.”

Tubbo starts to apply the potion, his touch is ever so gentle and caring, and it makes you weep all the more. You felt so vulnerable and scared, the only person who had ever helped you with this before was Philza, and he was practically your dad. The soft rubbing sensation eased the burning and throbbing pain rushing through your skin, and Tubbo softly hushed your whimpers as he worked on your arm.

Ranboo kneels in front of you, somehow still taller than you, and moves to card one of his hands through your hair. You catch it and push it away, for fear of hurting him with the wet strands.

“I took a water resistance potion love, it’s fine.” he smiles genuinely and you move your hand back to your lap. Ranboo immediately puts his hand back against your head, gently tugging through the hair and softly smiling down at you. It feels too loving, too real.

Tubbo had finished your back and moved on to your left arm, and it hurt. Your muscles were stiff and your skin felt tight and painful. “Hey boo, do you wanna do their legs to get it done faster?”

Ranboo immediately warbled in agreement, and started to work on your legs, rubbing gently and softly, careful to not scrape you with his talons.

Tubbo then shifted closer to you, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We’re almost done, Yeah? You’re doing so well sunshine, so proud of you.” he murmurs reassurances as he moves to the right arm. The muscles ached from lack of use, a side effect of hiding in your room all day to avoid being seen, and every press on them hurt a little bit. It felt so nice, but it also felt so so so scary. Would this make them see you different?

Ranboo interrupted you thoughts, seeming to catch on to the negative spiral as he started on the left leg. “You wanna watch some movies and cuddle with us after this? I can give Michael to Tommy for today, he’ll understand. Plus he’s been hinting at a playdate with Shroud for a while now.” He was watching you carefully as he spoke, relieved to see your tears becoming less and less as you sank back into Tubbo, relaxing a bit from the care you were being given. It was so tender, and strange, you never treated your skin this delicately, there wasn’t time for that.

You hummed in affirmation as Ranboo finished up your legs, slumping even further into Tubbo and curling into his chest while shivering from the waves of razor sharp pain. They both cooed at you in sympathy. Ranboo has a distorted enderian trill as he softly rubs your cheek, and Tubbo’s hand moves to your hair and he mutters more reassurances quietly into your hair.

“Ranboo can you grab a numbing potion, some gauze and the linen strips? I don’t want to move them y’know?” Ranboo smiled again and nodded moving away from you.

“Of course, I’ll call Tommy to get the kid as well” Ranboo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and chirped quietly.

After about ten minutes he came back with a worried looking Tommy in tow.

“Are they alright, do I need to get Philza?” you winced at your loud friend, barely comprehending anything over the blood rushing in your ears from pain, snuggling closer to Tubbo when he entered the room.

“Oh” Tommy breathed. “How long will it take the flare to go down, do ya think?” they were talking in hushed whispers and Ranboo shrugged.

“They’ve never had one this bad, but hopefully soon. I hate seeing them in pain.” a small pained trill came from him as he walked over and sat on the bed with a potion and two sets of bandages. “You should probably go though, they need treatment and probably a lot of rest.” Tommy nodded in agreement, looking over at you and Tubbo, smiling fondly at the scene before leaving to collect the two children running rampant in the house.

“Hey darling, I’ve got a numbing potion for you,” you perk up at the sound of that and shift to look at him, “here, it should help.” Ranboo presses the potion to your lips and Tubbo continues to brush your hair, soothing the throb of pain throughout your body.

Soon the numbing potion took effect and you could move and speak easily without too much pain. It had subsided into a dull burning sensation and you could sit up enough for ranboo to start the wet wraps.

“I was supposed to soak the bandages in two parts water and one part potion correct?” Ranboo looked to you for guidance.

“Yeah, thats what Philza said. He also said to cover them with dry dressings and wear pure cotton clothing while I have a flare, so.” you slurred tiredly as Tubbo hummed in agreement, still stroking your hair.

Tubbo shifts behind you, moving his arms to push you up a bit “Can you sit up so we can apply the wrappings?” you nod carefully, and Tubbo guides you to sit up fully, facing Ranboo again. His ears are twitching and his tail lazily wraps around just above your knee, avoiding the tender skin on your lower legs.

“Okay, we’ll be gentle and try to do this quick, alright sunshine?” you hum, not in nearly as much pain as before, but still not quite with it. Ranboo takes a small vial out of his pocket and drinks it before grabbing the wet linen strip for application.

The process is still painful but less of a mind numbing, searing pain, and more, a dull throbbing pain. They work quickly and efficiently, the bandages applied with expert care. probably a side effect of wartime first aid. The wet wraps help a lot and soon they’ve applied the gauze, you notice how much more secure it is, as well as how dry the outer layer is.

Tubbo pulls you back into his chest and Ranboo crawls up onto the bed, sitting in front of you and Tubbo, while sroking the line of your face.

“All done kiddo, we can watch a movie and relax now okay?” Ranboo smiles at you and looks back at his husband who hasn’t let you go since this whole thing started forty minutes ago.

“yep , just like boo said, we’re all done sunshine. You can relax and sleep now, we’re not going anywhere.” he turns so you were on your side and Ranboo covers you with a light blanket, laying beside you two.

You feel so sleepy and taken care of, it’s hard to stay awake, especially when you hear Ranboo’s little trills and Tubbo’s soft bleating. Somehow you fall asleep on top of Tubbo with Ranboo’s tail around your waist, and for the first time in a while you have a peaceful sleep.

And if Techno and Philza come around occasionally with inventory full of salves and potions intended for you, well that’s nobody’s business.

And if shroud mysteriously has playdates with Michael on the really bad days, well, Tommy just has really good timing.

And if Ranboo and Tubbo devote the early hours of the day and the late hours of the evening helping you with your skin until the flare goes down, well, no one had to know.

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pnutxbttr · 2 years

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Masterlist

~Tommy~

doing cc!benchtrio’s makeup

dating cc!tommy

Tubbo

doing cc!benchtrio’s makeup

Ranboo

doing cc!benchtrio’s makeup

Wilbur Soot

hmm.. a lil empty atm it seems..

Quackity

hmm.. a lil empty atm it seems..

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fleogecorpse · 2 years

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Hello again!

(Origins SMP: Platonic) Warden-hybrid!reader goes back to the deep dark to get materials for a surface base, finds dead warden bodies/warden mob heads littered everywhere and missing belongings. (doesn't have to graphic, just hinted at)

Warden-hybrid!reader was too trusting and thought that the others had their best interest in mind when they didn't.

Example: Philza wanted to utilize reader's strength for killing mobs via mob farm because he was lazy, reader hated the idea of harming others mobs. Schlatt asked reader too many times to "fetch" gold and diamonds when he could've mined it himself. From being called "not-so-scary" and being pushed to the limit with Fundy stealing their items & Phantom-hybrid!Willbur pulling some nasty pranks.

How does the rest of the SMP react to visceral rage warden-hybrid!reader getting revenge? (via warden army or anything that sparks creativity). Perhaps befriending everyone has its hidden benefits? [pull some emotional heart strings while at it!]

[I crave for angst and utter chaos, please make it so that everyone in the SMP regrets ever messing with Warden-hybrid!reader. I hope you enjoy writing this as headcannons, I hope it will be easier in doing so. I also understand if this is too much of an ask, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. Please stay hydrated and take breaks. :D]

REVENGE ! osmp

Warnings: Blood, corpses, decapitated heads, etc.

Everything was gone. Your money, weapons, armor. Missing. The heads of your family and friends laying around the city with the bodies no where to be found.

What makes it worse is the giant sign in your bedroom. 'Oops! Rip lmao' clearly written by Fundy and Schlatt.

Your fingers wrap around the pole before breaking in into pieces. A high pitched scream echoing through the biome.

They used you. Made you do the easiest of things, from mining iron to risking your life.

Hurt was an understatement, but you weren't pathetic. You didn't sit there to cry. Blood and pleads for forgiveness and mercy is all you wanted at the moment.

Slowly rising, then racing to the deepest part of the cave where chests of wither skulls, soul sand and netherite were.

They were beautiful. And you were so, so ready to watch them burn in misery.

His claw repeatedly scratches your diamond sword, smirking and Schlatt stomping on your armor.

"Are you sure this is alright?" Niki asks from her fish tank, Scott beside her arms crossed and a frown plastered on his face, brows furrowed.

Schlatt looks at her, shrugging. He didn't care. You were too much of a softie to do anything about it. Besides, they can just tell you to make others.

"It's fine. Nothing's gonna happen anyway." Wilbur waved her off.

Buzzing and running noises reach their ears. Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo stood there, panting and bloody.

"What the fuck?" Wilbur checks on Tommy, clearly confused.

Tubbo falls to the ground and pants out your name, his wings no longer working.

Fundy kicks the broken sword aside. The blade no longer sharp but still managed to scrape the wooden flooring.

"What? Did they trip on flint and steel?" His joke went on deafs ears as Philza crashed in. One of his hands crashed his bleeding stomach.

Phil let Scott and Charlie help him, not noticing the others rushing out to see the flame and chaos happening to their home. He was such a fucking asshole, they all were. Killing your family, taking advantage of you.

He directs his eyes to the crimson liquid on his hands, hissing as Charlie takes the arrow out his abdomen

The skye turned gray and smog reached the mountains from the giant fire. Their houses were burning, the crops and water dried up. Only the pub survived from the wreckage.

"There you are." Your voice. It was so empty, but a crazed smile was on your face as you slammed the final skulls on the three withers.

They were spawned and you watched them fly around destroying everything in sight. Such a wonderful sight.

You watched Charlie melt, Niki lose consciousness, Wilbur get hit by a skull. And Fundy, oh it was entertaining to watch that fox burn from the fire.

Beau and Badlinu's cries were ignored. Instead you stare at Scott who was shaking. He didn't know what to do. If he made himself explode it would just make things worse.

They shouldn't have done that. Maybe it was best if you let them fear you rather than befriend you.

Ew. Not my best work but it's something. Sorry if it didn't please you <33 /p also no hate to Fundy I love that furry man

#origins smp x reader #c philza x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #fundy x reader #smajor mcyt #jschlatt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader

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