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peachy-tea-anon · 2 years

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𝚈𝚘𝚞...𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝?

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

synopsis: it's your anniversary with wilbur, and you cook him his favorite dinner, but... why is he taking so long to come home?

TW: cursing, angst, hurt, abandonment etc

as you counted down the days until your anniversary with your boyfriend wilbur, you decided you wanted to suprise him! so, about a week or two before the day, you asked him if he would mind coming over to "just hang out". he agreed, and when the day came, you started cooking.

you put on a nice dress, knowing will would still be in a collared button up and nice pants from work. you cooked ALL. DAY. going to the grocery store, letting the bread dough rise, making dessert, boiling pasta.. it was a lot to handle.

you calculated an estimate time for him to be home, and once it hit that time, you set the table, lit candles, and turned on soft jazz music. oh, and of course, stashing away his gift.

...

after what felt like ages of waiting, y/n decided to call him.

...ring...

“hi, this is wilbur, leave a message after the beep“

y/n sat, a little shocked. so she decided to text him, just in case he was taking the subway and didn't want to be rude by answering the phone.

y/n💕

hey will, you on your way?

*20 mins later*

wilbur, you there?

where are you?

will..?

as an hour had passed, y/n realized he wasn't coming. she just stared down at her lap, and cried.

she didn't know how long she was crying, could've been minutes, could have been hours. but her sobs were broken by the front door making its clicking noise.

y/n was paralyzed. she could barely breathe.

as wilbur stepped through the entry way, he looked no different than normal. not rushed, not sorrowful...

"where the fuck were you wilbur."

"i was just at tommy's, why?"

y/n kept her head down.

"why didn't you answer my calls? ot my texts?"

"oh, tommy and i were playing a game that just came out. idk what the big deal is..."

y/n shook with anger, still not letting wilbur look at her in the face.

"not a big deal?" she brings her head up, and wilbur noticed her running mascara and puffy red eyes. "do you even know what today is?"

wilbur's heart dropped as he realized.

it was their anniversary.

"you know what, im leaving." you said, not even pausing to grab a coat to protect against the harsh weather. "i made all of your favorites. it's all in the fridge so you can microwave it." you said bleakly, eyes filling with tears as you turn to him one last time.

"i even got you a gift." you shove the beautifully wrapped present box with a card on top into his chest, letting your eyes wander up into his. his eyes were filled to the brim with tears, and his face is in a state of pure shock.

"im gonna go. don't even think about calling or texting me." you said, slamming the front door behind you.

Wilbur pov

fuck.

i've fucked up.

i had forgot the most important day of the year. she tried to make plans, and i went to tommy's instead to play a stupid fucking video game.

she worked all day to make all of this food for us.

wilbur laid his their shared bed, sobbing in a curled up ball, only before sitting up and staring at the gift box. it was quite large, very enticing, but he decided to read the card first.

"dearest wilbur,

there are no words to describe the amount of love i feel for you. you have helped me so so much, and i can never thank you enough. your passion, determination, and the amount of love you put into things is and always will be a marvel to me. you make me feel cared for, and no matter how bad it gets, you're always there for me.""

"you're always there for me"

as he slowly opened the box, the tears immediately started flowing.

it was a guitar.

wilbur remembered this guitar.

on their first date, wilbur took y/n to the city to roam around and see the new shops. they stopped inside a cute, quaint little music shop. he made a light comment about how he played guitar, and y/ns eyes lit up, immediately bugging him to play something with one of the shops guitars. they sat down and he played a light tune, a love song. written for her. she fell in love.

that was the guitar, sitting before him.

he didn't know what to do, but he had to do something to make things right.

a/n: HELLO EVERYONEEEE!! peachy is back and better than ever. a pt. 2 to this will come out at some point, comment if you wanna be tagged. im glad to be back, soon ill be doing a request event, so if you have any good prompts, comment!! ty guys so much, and stay peachy.🍑🍵

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 2 years

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Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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"An eye for an eye"

Wilbur x male! Reader

Tw: blood, shouting swearing and gore, read at your own risk.

You had known Wilbur since before you could remember, you were there for him he was there for you.

One day Wilbur came to you with the idea to build a drug empire, you said sure and went on your merry way with him to look for recruits.

A few days later and you had done it, you had recruits, a van and everything else you could need what neither of you expected was for that little drug van to become a whole country

And so while everything progressed you stayed by Wilbur and became his right hand man in everything.

You were always there for him.

You thought he would always be there for you too.

Well, you were wrong.

"Wilbur?" you asked him with a sharp tone in your voice but fear was also very noticible

He had just lost the election and was banished from the country along with you and Tommy.

Tommy had gone god knows where, poor kids probably lost but you were more worried about yourself in the moment.

Wilbur was looking down holding his arm since it was bleeding, he was angry.

"how could you let it happen?" asked Wilbur averting his stare at you instead of the floor, his eyes showing no emotion.

"what?" you asked, what did he mean by that? You had done nothing wrong, had you?

"how could you let me loose?" asked Wilbur his eyes staying the same but his tone was sharper and filled with rage, betrayal almost.

"what? Wilbur what are you talking about?" you had done nothing, you did what you could, it wasn't your fault he didn't win!

"you said you would guarantee we would win, that we would stay at the top, that there was nothing to worry about." said Wilbur venom dripping in his voice, he was really mad

"yeah I did, and I did try my best Wilbur, I got almost everyone to vote for us, how can you blame me for Schlatts and Quackitys desicion? It wasn't my fault you know?!" you said, anger lacing your words you weren't just gonna let Wilbur walk all over you and blame you for something that was in no way whatsoever in your control, that's just absurd!

"you promised me, and I don't appreciate liars." His voice was cold and deadly, even with the monotone tone of voice he used you couldn't help but feel threatened, who wouldn't if you had to look at a dangerous, powerful, man in the eyes who showed nothing, leaving his actions or intentions a complete mystery to someone who was stuck in your current position.

You stayed silent as Wilbur took a step closer too you. He opened a small leather bag he carried on his belt, his hand going slower in your mind the complete opposite of what's happening in real life.

He dragged out a black and gold fountain pen, he slowly removed the cap making a clinging sound once it hit the rock floor you were both standing on.

You only stared at him, unable to move as if your body was no longer connected to your brain and didn't listen to it's commands, the person you saw before you wasn't your best friend, the man you had joked and stayed side by side with all these years wasn't the same as the one standing before you.

He took a look at the pen and then at you, something going through his mind that you couldn't even start of thinking to figure out.

All of his thought, intentions, moves, were all a mystery, you couldn't read him as well you could just an hour ago, and it scared you but your body still refuses to run or try to talk him out of whatever he was thinking of.

"Such a shame, this was my favorite pen." He spoke but before you could even register or understand his words your left eye felt a giant unbearable pain.

You screamed out and your body moved backwards without you telling it too as you held your eye, tears threatening to spill as blood came pouring out like a waterfall, the pen stuck in the middle of your now blind eye bringing waves and waves of pain shooting through your body like crazy as your blood decorated it's beautiful shape and structure.

The gold and black shining in the fire's light as Wilbur stared at your injured form, he knelt down and picked up the pen's cap, slowly making his way towards your tensed and trembling form.

Your knees had buckled in pain and you were looking at the ground through gritted teeth and sharp breaths as you tried to overcome the pain.

You heard footsteps and looked up, as you were almost falling on the floor, at the other man who was standing once again in front of you, that same blank less look on his face.

He reached out and you thought he was going to help you, instead he just gripped the pen and pulled it out, your eye going with it.

You screamed in pain and knelt completely on the floor, tears starting to spill and join your blood on the ground as your breaths only become long, deep, ones, the pain you were feeling was worse than any other you've could've ever or have felt.

Wilbur looked at what remained of your eye on the pen and took it off with a disgusted look, he closed the pen with a slight 'click!' and stared at the crimson liquid staining it's form.

He stared at it in disgust and threw it at your vulnerable figure still lying on the ground, as it rolled onto the floor and into the puddle of your tears and blood only becoming bigger and bigger by the second.

"here, keep it, you already ruined it." He practically spat out as he looked at you, you slowly looked up at him and saw him walking away leaving you in the floor discarded.

Your eyes became heavy and your blood wouldn't stop falling you removed your hand from your eye and fainted as your l'manburg uniform stained itself on the mess below you.

'M/n L/n was slained by Wilbur Soot

Two lives remaining'

You slowly woke up as your eye was blinded by the bright shine of the lights, you sat up and noticed you were on a bed in a, cave or, ravine?, You couldn't really tell, you looked down at your form and noticed you were changed into your normal clothes instead of the l'manburg uniform, which you assumed was ruined because of the...fight...you had with Wilbur, if you could call it that.

You simply stared at the wall Infront of you, half of your vision cut in half, this was going to take a lot of getting used to and if you were being honest, you didn't want to, you wanted your old vision and eye back, you wanted to be normal once more but what happened happened, there's no point in crying over it.

You heard someone coming in and looked at the new duo who now stared at you shocked.

"Y/n! Your alive you son of a bitch! You worried me!." Spoke the blonde kid you knew as tommy as he ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, a smile on his features and exciment in his voice, his hug firm but gentle.

You let the boy hug you as you caught a glimpse of his gold hair just outside your outer vision, you hugged him back and closed your eyes shut not wanting to remember how you got into this position the first place.

The boy pulled away and smiled at you rambling on about something but you could only concentrate on the pink haired killer still in the doorway, looking rather bored as if waiting for the kid to calm down or just wanting to go home.

He met your gaze and glared, his eyes shining red, you only continued staring, you weren't scared, why should you be? He would never kill you even if he says he will, he won't, you mean to much to his little brother to do so.

Tommy stopped mid sentence and saw your guys' staring contense, he dead panned and started to be obnoxious to get your guys attention.

Techno covered his ears because of the volume erupting from his brother as you sighed and leaned back into the comfortable bed and closed your eye, everything going black as the arguing of the two brothers became background noise.

You woke up and stared at your ceiling back in your house, it's been more than a year since pogtopia and you had already grown used to your limited vision.

It's a given that everything has changed, Wilbur died, l'manburg was destroyed, Dream got locked in the prison, a new guy joining his name was Ranboo, at least you think it was.

You couldn't care less, ever since Wilbur died you stopped caring, the only reason you stook around was for Wilbur and now he was dead and in the form of a, rather annoying, ghost, after his death you stopped caring, you couldn't leave the dsmp so you just, gave up.

But Wilbur did seem to like you in his ghost form, of course he didn't have any negative thoughts so he didn't know your injury was caused by him so when you told him, he apologized for a day straight and gave you a lot of blue but it did make him back off a little, so hey, a win in your book.

But you hadn't seen the ghostly form of your former friend for a while and that did make you curious.

You heard a slight 'ping!' from your side and looked at a message sent by tommy, the poor kid went through hell your surprised he's still standing.

'Y/n, meet me at sunset on the l'manburg ruins, I have someone you need to see.' the message sent by the blonde seemed important even with the lack of words that were written down.

You replied with an 'ok' and got ready for your day, putting away your sword and other weapons in your chest, a certain pen that has stuck with you over the years tucked away in your belt.

The day progressed without a single problem and soon enough it was sunset.

You made your way through the path you made, observing the once beautiful city now only be ruins in front of you

You walked and walked, on the glass, hovering over a giant fall if broken

You saw the figure of the kid you came here too see, he saw you and waved at you, you gave a tired smile back raising your hand as to greet him back.

"Y/n! Look who came back!" Said the blonde happily and clearly cheered up, you looked at his side and saw the man you'd never thought you'd see again

The world seemed to slow down and everything just, paused, eyes widened in shock as a taunting smile caressed the dead mans features, his eyes blood red and a large patch of dead skin on the side of his face as though it had been sewed on like a patch on broken clothes and patches.

A long coat following his deathly quiet steps and red lense glasses matching the color of his eyes, you thought he died, you though you were finally free of the menace who took your eye and best feature of yourself as well as the most useful one.

You couldn't believe your eye and ears as that devil voice crawled it's way into your brain and thoughts

"Hello y/n, long time no see, but I'm guessing that's more accurate to you, no?" Spoke the voice of the man, taunting you and clearly speaking about the fatal injury he caused you.

The way he spoke like he was so high and mighty, how he was proud of putting you through hours of suffering, how he was able to hurt the man who never once left his side and still have pride in it as if it wasn't sinful and repulsive of him.

Everything about him angered you and rage boiled in your veins and blood, as you shut your first closed, nails digging deep in your palms as blood started seeping out

Wilbur glanced at your hand and saw the blood slowly seeping out as it made a slight 'click!' sound when it hit the glass floor

He smiled and made eye contact with you, you acted faster than his brain could process and felt an excruciating pain emit from his eye.

He grabbed it in hopes to stop the bleeding as tears fell from his non injured eye.

Tommy was screaming at you but he could barley hear it because of his head pounding like crazy, his teeth were gritted and his tears were falling as you made your way to him.

He looked at up at you, his cocky facade disappearing as his tears decorated his gorgeous face, you smiled down at him as his blood decorated the pen just like yours did all those years ago.

You kneeled down and took the pen out, his eye following suit, he yelled in pain and fell completely now leaning on your shoulder for any type of support.

Tommy just looked at the scene in shock as you threw what remained of the eye following in his footsteps from all those years ago.

Except you didn't leave him stranded, you put the pen away and hugged him as he sobbed from the pain in your shoulder

Blood slowly staining your clothes, creating a beautiful crimson trace as his sobs were covered by your shoulder

You took a bandage and lifted his chin as he looked at you, you smiled at him, intoxicatingly sweet.

"An eye for an eye"

You said as more tears fell from the man and you put the bandages over the side of his face now missing an eye.

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ghostlysenses · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the waiting fanfic cause I just read it and I neeeeeed quackity and tommy to go and confront Karl and Sapnap cause I feel like that would be sad and angsty at the same time

if you don’t want to that’s fine but I really just need to know what would happen

😘💕

oh?! Id love tooo!!

Why weren’t you there!!!

Tw: Angst, Confrontation, go read part 1

Quackity abruptly stood up, tears still streaming down his face, fists balled up in anger “I need to find them tommy…”

Tommy looked up at him, he had no idea what to say

“do you uhh, want me to come with…?”

Quackity had thought about it, he doesn’t think tommy can help with this, its a family matter after all, so instead he said

“How about you stay here, gather all of her things and take them back to Los Nevada”

Tommy nods, and with that Quackity leaves

It took him awhile to find them both, but eventually he found it

Kinoko Kingdom

and looked over it with rage

it filled him head to toe

~~~Meanwhile, with Tommy~~~

Tommy had first removed your corpse and had buried it right next to your Papas house

He then went back and looked through your room

He found old photos

he doesn’t think this family will ever look that happy again.

He starts putting things in boxes, well whatever isn’t overgrown by nature

~~~~Back to Papa!~~~~

As Quackity stepped up to them, looking like he was ready to kill, sapnap and karl stared back

“Quackity? what are you doing here” Sapnap

“Did you forget something?” Quackity asks

Both of his ex lovers stare in confusion

as he takes out a frog key

“Do you know what this is?! DONT YOU BOTH HAVE ONE?!” He shouts, with so much anger his voice is a little raspy

As Karl stares in confusion

Sapnaps eyes

SNAP!

wide open

he did forget something….someone….very important

~~Tommy!~~

He found a small picture book

You on Karls shoulders, hands up in the air!

It seemed like you were all at the beach, sunny aspect, ur hair was up in pigtails, and well the bath suit all might be dead give aways

Another photo hand you grabbing onto Quackity and pointing to a duck, ironic.

he can imagine you yelling QUACK!!! QUACK!!!

at your papa.

The next page had one of you and sapnap, u were running away with his headband. It looked like he was just about to grab you too!

He turned the next page but some was covered by moss, he tried to recover what he could but

man can’t beat nature

He set it down in the box, and went to the record player.

~~Fathers~~

“We..forgot someone?” Karl says tilting his head, quackity glared at him. When sapnap was snapped back to reality he finally spoke

“Oh my god…how lo-“

“a long time, to long, even after death she….she stayed and waited…”

Sapnap pulled out his key, they always had it in their pockets…how could they forget someone so important, their own child ffs!!

He walks over to quackity and tries to hand it to him

but he refuses

“Quackity just take it, we forgot her, we dont dese-“

“You have just as a right to be upset as I do, but y/n would not want you to wallow like this, She doesn’t blame you….I think she just wanted to see someone one more time.” He pushed the key back to him

Sapnap stared at him, tears in his eyes

Quackity smiled….

Quackity looked at his fist, bloody from Sapnaps now bloody nose.

As Sapnap landed on his back

Quackity bent down and grabbed the key “But I do blame you” he spits at him, with venom lacing his tongue.

He walked away

leaving a sad and angry sapnap

and a very confused and worried Karl

~~~~With tommy!!~~~~

Tommy had just about finished up packing up everything.

It was nearing sunset.

He set down one last empty box (He brings them back and forth) and heads over to your bed.

He’s packing pillows, blankets, and some plushies.

He sees that some look familiar, he thinks he’s seen you walking around with these.

They were like comfort items.

He doesnt want these getting into dreams hands, or any of your stuff…that could damage Quackity really bad.

He’ll have to tell Quackity to hide it all..

Once he’s done packing he looks around and suddenly…

the room seems

Like a weight has been lifted, or a tension is now gone.

He feels better too, he doesnt know how to explain it but it feels good.

Happiness?

Relief?

…..

Closure..?

Either way-

He sighs with content before grabbing the box and heading outside

he turns and takes one final look at the house

and to be honest

he likes to think

y/n felt, whatever he did, too…

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daizira · 1 year

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Tommy’s last lore streams make for 3 very interesting headcannons (of the tntduo kind of course)

RIGHT before I get into it, only two are tntduo related, the third is just a sad closure thing that i thought about.

Okay NOW let’s get into it:

1. It’s a complete server memory wipe, and Wilbur is the only one who remembers ANYTHING

Wilbur decides to come back, fairly recently after the nuke’s detonation, and finds that everything and everyone he has ever known are GONE. His L’Manburg (L’Mancrater), Las Nevadas, Paradise, everything is GONE.

It’s barren and empty and NEW. It’s a fresh slate just like he wanted, a start over, so why does it hurt so much to see everything he did, no matter how bad, just suddenly gone? His mistakes are wiped, the painful memories are wiped, but it feels wrong.

And then when he sees his younger brother figure casually hanging out with the guy who made him want to build that Tower.

And then Tommy doesn’t remember him.

Why doesn’t Tommy remember him?

He asks around, he looks around for answers, but there’s nothing to find. Nothing to hang onto.

He sees Quackity, who doesn’t remember him, at all.

And that might be a good thing, he thinks.

He doesn’t remember what he did to him, to his country, to their relationship. He doesn’t remember the explosions, he doesn’t remember where he got those scars from, he doesn’t remember their rivalry, their arguments.

He can start over with Quackity. He can be better to him this time.

And he thinks it’s better, that he doesn’t have to apologize for the things he did. For the shit he caused.

But it still feels wrong to pretend.

He does anyway. It’s what he did best.

2. Tommy, Dream, and Tubbo aren’t in limbo

They’re dead.

They don’t know it yet, but they’re dead, but not in limbo. They finished their missions, finished their causes.

They finally understood eachother.

And now they’re standing there, strangers with no memory of any of it.

They can finally start over.

They don’t know that, though.

3. The nukes wiped everything, but things still remain

Quackity feels wrong on how clean all of this feels.

A new world, new friends, new people. There’s so much to explore, there’s so much to see and do!

So why does he feel like he is missing something.

Why does he, when he walks over the soil, feel like he should be falling into a deep deep pit. Why does THAT particular spot tremble like it’s about to explode. Why does he see a desert and feel both dread and nostalgia and so much love and purpose over something that should BE there, but there’s nothing he can pinpoint.

Why does he see a color-block hoodie and feel sick. Why does he see a white bandana and feel hateful. Why does he feel fear when he sees lime green.

And WHY, pray tell, does this man with a white streak, round glasses and scars and stitches all over his face, a man that RECOGNIZES him, feels so fucking familiar?

He feels like he remembers explosions. He feels like he should be in a trench right now. He feels the scar over his face, how did I get that?, bother him more than it did. He feels like he should be in that desert he saw earlier.

He feels like punching this man, Wilbur, in the face.

Wilbur.

Wilbur is talking about things that supposedly happened, and Quackity can’t help but just stare at him, memories blank of ANY of this-

You’re sitting next to this man, legs hanging over a wooden plank in a cavern surrounded by torches. You feel dread.

You’re in the middle of ash, explosions deafened as you scream for him, reach for him before he is taken from you by a diamond sword and an Angel.

You’re on the edge of the desert, nay, your COUNTRY. The man stands before you with a smile. You can’t help but smile back.

Oh.

Wilbur.

Now Quackity knows why he wants to punch him in the face.

He hugs him instead.

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): C!Technoblade

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mention of death

Style: Hcs

Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.

You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.

You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.

“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.

“I’m dying very soon.”

“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.

“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.

You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.

“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.

“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.

“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

“I’d love that.”

You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.

You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.

You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”

You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.

He was gone.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33

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yanushh · 8 months

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Hurt/comfort AU with tnt duo

Why not

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junijupi · 2 years

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this took liek ten hours my godz

#beginner artist #digital art #digital fanart #dsmp fanart #dsmpblr #wilbur soot #wilbur fanart #dsmp angst #revivebur #ghostbusters #ghostbur #illustration #color test #teen artist #procreate

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zeroistyping · 2 years

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emotional manipulation pt. 2 - sapnap x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

cw: angst, cheating, mention of bruises, toxic relationships, sap being sweet and possessive, oral sex (receiving), slow and passionate, squirting

masterlist | part 1

nsfw under the cut! mdni pls.

i need feedback pls.. 🤸🏻‍♀️

It was one of those days again. You cleaned up after a fight with Punz, which ended the same way as always. Sucking him off, telling him how much you love him, getting no or a half assed response and cleaning up. Doesn't matter if something broke during your fight or if it's just cleaning after him.

But something on this day was different. While you and your boyfriend were fighting, Sapnap sat in Punz's office and waited for his friend to come back. But he didn't, because he left the house in anger at you. Your face was full of tears, your eyes puffy and your lips still salty from cum when you heard the sound of a door getting opened.

Hoping it was Punz, you turned around. You were happy that he returned this soon even though you know, you would get in trouble for not being ready with cleaning the, once again, shattered glass and water off of the floor. But instead, you saw that the front door was still closed.

You heard footsteps and a terrified feeling made itself present in yourself.

"Y/n..? Where's Punz?"

You had to admit, you forgot about the brunet still being in your house, but it made you calm down just the slightest bit.

"He went out, don't know when he's coming back.."

Sapnap finally arrived in the kitchen and saw the mess around you, the cuts in both your hands and knees from the glass and the mess that was your face, making him stop in his tracks. "Do you have a first aid kit..?"

You did not respond but just pointed at a door (which appeared to be the bathroom) before going back to cleaning, frightened by the thought of Punz coming back and yelling at you.

You knew that this was not what a relationship was meant to be but you loved him regardless, with your whole entire soul and body. And if it meant that you suffer every now and then, it was worth it.

Something was pulling on your wrist and you turned around, seeing your guest with the first aid kit in his hand, pulling you towards a chair. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up after, but first I have to do something about those cuts, alright? They look rather deep and I have to make sure there's no glass splinters in there. If it hurts just.. pitch my shoulder, are you okay with that?"

Overwhelmed by someone caring about you, you nodded, not knowing what to say.

While he fixed up the wounds, you started to think about your relationship with Punz. He loved you, right? He never actively physically hurt you or anything. Of course he said some mean words now and then but it was nothing serious. It was just to spice up things between you, right?

But when was the last time he told you he loves you? When was the last time he took you out on a date or ate dinner with you together instead of hiding away in his room?

When was the last time, he didnt fuck you but made love with you?

A sob escaped your throat at the realization and you closed your eyes. How did it become this? You loved each other so dearly once. The relationship was sweet. He stopped his streams early to give you attention, took you on dates at least once a month, made you dinner, took care of you when you were sick or injured.

You remembered when you moved in together. You were on your period, already packed up all your stuff when he arranged a wellness day for you and your best friend just so he can (with help of the brunette who's currently taking care of you) move all your belongings into the new house. When he picked you up and drove to the new house you cried, happy and overwhelmed with thankfulness.

But now it's nothing like that anymore.

"Do you.. want to talk about it..?", Sapnap awkwardly asked after you both went back into the kitchen. He gently forced you to sit down while he cleaned up.

You expected to stay quiet but something inside of you screamed at you to talk. So you did. You let out everything. Every single thought, doubt and fear just spilled out, only for him and yourself to hear. Sobs, quiet and almost not noticeable, left your mouth every now and then but you tried to keep it down.

Sapnap was silent and listened to every word you said while being absolutely stunned by everything his best friend put you through. He noticed before that your relationship isn't the best and healthiest, but he didn't know it was that far gone.

Instead of saying something, he pulled you into a hug. He radiated such warmth and it made you feel happy even in a situation like this.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve this.. are you planning on breaking up or..?"

"What? No! I could never break up with him.. i love him.", you sighed as you looked away sadly.

"But he doesn't love you." Sapnap answered harshly. And even though it hurt, you knew it was the truth. Which made it even more painful for you. You knew you had to accept that Punz stopped loving you a long time ago, but you didn't want to. You want to continue lying to yourself.

"I just want.. to be loved Sap.. thats all I've ever wanted."

"Then let me love you."

The brunet looked at you, nothing but seriousness in his eyes.

Your brain was rattling. What did he mean by that? Sapnap seemed to sense your confusion and decided to just show you what he meant by kissing you. That kiss held as much passion as your first ever kiss with Punz and it made you feel loved.

Not once in the past few months have you felt this feeling. Fireworks exploding inside of you as your lips moved passionately against each other's.

It didn't take long for you both to end up in your bedroom. On top of the sheets only Punz sleeps underneath, since your new sleeping place was the couch.

Your top was left somewhere in the hallway and your skirt messily thrown next to the door.

"Tell me when you want me to stop, okay?"

Bruises littered all over your neck, hickeys and love bites adoring the soft, sensitive skin. He didn't hold back, fulfilling his promise of loving you unconditionally. Cherishing your body, stroking each and every bruise that he didn't cause with the slightest bit of anger in his eyes. Anger towards your joke of a boyfriend.

"Yes, yes I will tell you. But continue please."

His head was situated between your legs, hands holding your thighs apart. Sapnap was slightly worried that his beard would hurt you in the slightest but you couldn't care less.

Satisfaction rushed through you when he finally pulled down your panties to immediately dive into your dripping cunt. Carefully devouring your sweet juices. The brunets tongue laid flat against your pulsating clit as your thighs shut close around his head.

"Fuck, you taste amazing.. such a pretty pussy with such an incredible taste.. don't wanna taste anything else anymore."

You threw your head back as you felt his hot breath against you. He started sucking on the sensitive bud, enjoying the way you squirmed and tugged on his brown hair.

Sparks flew through your entire body, fireworks exploded in your stomach. Sapnaps tongue was still devouring you while two of his fingers prodded on your entrance. The tight hole gapped around him, opening up sweetly just for him.

He sighed against you, enjoying the heat he was feeling against him. Slowly pushing his fingers into your gushing hole, he looked up at you. He almost let out a moan as he saw your expression. Eyes closed, eyebrows knitted and mouth wide opened.

To Sapnap you were basically a goddess. Even before he saw you in this state, you were an angel in his eyes. He started liking you even before you got to know Punz. Hell, he was the one who introduced the both of you to each other, thinking it'd be a good thing if two of his best friends would get along well before he made a move. But it turned out different and he supported you on every decision. If he knew how it turned out, he would have never introduced you.

"Sap! Sap 'm so close! Don't stop baby, don't stop please."

Moaning against the hot flesh of your pussy, he answered lowly, "would never think about stopping now princess. Gonna make a mess on my face? Come on, make a mess on my face."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to shake and close your legs once again around his face, squeezing the brunet's face while he continued to leap up everything you were willing to give him. Two fingers thrusted into your hot core and you pressed his face more into your cunt, where you needed him the most.

What you both didn't notice in the heat of the moment, was Punz standing in the door, watching the both of you. And in all honesty? He wasn't mad. He knew how he treated you and that you deserve better. If sapnap is the one to give you what you deserve then so be it. As long as you stay with him.

"Gonna cum.. please, baby!" You screamed out as you reached that high. Something inside of you snapped as the pleasure was released. The first orgasm in a while and your body decided to squirt on your friend's face.

Sap rutted his hips against the mattress, slurping up everything he could get while being careful not to choke on the amount of juices squirting out of you. It was hot, no question. Your fast breathes mixed with moans and whines mixed with the sound of slurping was ecstatic.

The Texas boy was out of it, not stopping until he was close, his dick pulsating in his own pants. Meanwhile, the ongoing pleasure was getting too much for you. Overwhelmed with everything, you begged him to stop. But both of you knew you didn't want to stop. There was still at least one orgasm he could pull out of you and Sapnap wanted it all.

But after all he looked up for a second, contemplating if you really did want him to stop. And while doing so he spotted the blond haired male, your excuse of a boyfriend, standing in the doorframe with his hand in his own pants and sweat forming on his forehead. He silently pleaded for the brunet to keep quiet about his present.

"Princess, I'm gonna make you mine alright? Gonna treat you better than he could ever do. That pathetic coward. You wanna be mine?"

His face now hovered over yours after finally deciding that his lips abused your drenched pussy long enough. Taking a glance at him you noticed how his lips and chin were coated in his juices but you couldn't care less. It was hot.

"Yes. Gonna be all yours Sap. All yours baby."

"Say it louder. Let everyone know."

Did he want to provoke the other male or just wanted you to be his, but your answers made him all hot and blushy.

"Yours! All yours!" You basically yelled while longing for a kiss. You tried to lean upwards to steal one but he held you down carefully with one hand while his other fumbled with his pants, desperate to pull them down. Leaking pre-cum making him feel slight discomfort in his tight underwear.

It took a while but he got rid of it after a while. "Fuck, i dont have a condom.."

"Don't worry, birth control. Wanna feel all of you."

He moaned out an incoherent response before he slowly pushed into you. He was careful with everything he did but inside he wanted to explode. The hot sensation of your walls around him causing him to whine as his length twitched inside of you. You knew he was close, and you were as well. Even though you both just started getting to the actual act of intercourse, you were lost.

Lost in desperation, satisfaction and pleasure. His thrusts were slow and loving but still destroyed your insides. He was average both in length and girth but when was the last time you actually had a dick inside of you?

You moaned in sync, whining and whispering small sweet nothings every now and then until his hands snaked down your body, resting on your clit he found suspiciously easy. His thumb pressed down on it lightly, circling it until you started to spasm under him.

This time you didn't even announce your orgasm, you just let it go. You felt ripped apart in the best way possible, carried on a cloud while being fucked out of your mind.

Sapnap felt your walls squeezing him and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He let out a pornographic moan as he came, painting your insides with his sticky, milky seeds before he kissed you with passion.

After you both pulled away from that kiss, breaths still heavy, he whispered quietly, "fuck.."

The next time the brunet looked into the direction of the door, Punz was gone. He was happy when he pulled you close against him, pleased with the heat your body radiated and the now slowed down breaths that signalized your sleep. "One day, you'll actually be mine, princess."

#zeroistyping #smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #zeroistalking #sapnap smut #punz smut #sapnaplive smut #sapnap x reader smut #mcyt angst #dsmp angst

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if-loki-was-a-fox · 9 months

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Been thinking a lot about c!PeerPressureDuo and how tragic they are lately...

Just. Ranboo never fully understood that Technoblade genuinely loved them. Like, willing to (quite literally) fight the world for them, kind of loved them.

Technoblade cared for, and eventually trusted, them enough that he gradually opened up to them, let them in on his secrets and all the way into his life, and even started to outwardly express it casually, if only in small pieces. He called them his friend — singled them out as his friend, in fact — several times.

But Ranboo never understood how much that meant, so they died not knowing just how very much they were loved.

Because y'know, Techno never actually said "I love you, I care about you, I would fight the world for you", he just said "my heart totally isn't warmed" and "Ranboo's my friend", so Ranboo just didn't know :(

#These two have my whole heart #and rn they're breaking it </3 #The way that Techno expresses love is so different from how Ranboo receives it #It makes me so :((( /pos #if I'm being extra sappy rn I blane that on it being almost midnight and me not getting much sleep last night #peerpeessureduo #peer pressure duo #ranboo #technoblade #ctechno #cranboo #dsmp technoblade #dsmp ranboo #dsmp techno #dsmp #dsmp angst #just me rambling #rambling about blorbos

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sunshine-on-marz · 9 months

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“Soon you’ll get better.”

Taylor swift song fic

SBI angst.

Tw: unspecified sickness, mentions of hospitals, death, and medication, lots of crying and screaming. Religion/ religious trauma

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They knew something was wrong as soon as Wilbur started coughing. Phil offered him water, but he was struggling to breathe. Techno noticed right away, running to his brothers side to help him sit down, Phil, seeing how pale his son was immediately rushed to grab his keys and a coat for Tommy, tommy was the only one who wast wearing a sweater. He’d taken it off that morning, it made Wilbur laugh when techno tried fruitlessly to get the blonde to put it back on. But as they drove the hospital, Wilbur incessantly saying that he’s fine as his voice cracked from the strain of simply talking, tommy fiddled with the coat buttons and the locks of his hair that fell barely to his collar. In the hospital, it was loud, and so was Tommy, but for the first time he could remember he didn’t like the loud. Techno had him propped up on his hip, holding Tommy like he was nothing, because in that moment no weight was heavier than the what if’s that paced their mind the same way so many desperate people paced the halls.

Tommy used to love the color orange. That was until he saw the pill bottles. There were always so many. One in the kitchen, one in the living room, one in the medicine cabinet, one in Wilbur’s bedroom. Always in reach, in case his brother almost died again. If there was one thing he hated more than the color orange it was knowing that his brother was hurting, and knowing that he was completely helpless to that hurt. But Tommy would never tell Wilbur how scared he was, but he would tell God. The people in the waiting room that first visit, some had rosaries, some were just holding their hands together just as tightly as Tommy had been holding onto techno. But now Tommy was praying too. He’s always thought it was stupid, preferring to listen to his brothers talk about the Greek and Roman gods rather than go to church, but right now he was desperate. So he begged a God he didn’t trust, to help his brother, he didn’t trust anyone anymore, he couldn’t, not until Wilbur’s promises of being ok were fulfilled.

The hospital trips were getting more and more grim, and Wilbur’s reassurances were getting more and more shaky. Tommy knew he was the only one who still had any faith in them being true, but if he lost hope then he was accepting losing Wilbur, and if he lost Wilbur he’d lose himself. So when Wilbur hugged him and said “I’ll be better soon kid” tommy would always whisper back “you’ll get better soon” but what he’d leave out is “you have to.”

Tommy cried in school for the first time when Techno burst into his classroom saying Wilbur had collapsed again. It was delusional to think they could escape it happening anywhere but their house, somehow that’s exactly what had been happening for the past few years, but it really sunk in just how bad it was when he saw his puffy eyes in the hospital bathroom mirror. Phil went home that night to get the necessities, but he also brought Wilbur’s laptop. Wilbur, with his shaking hands and cracking lips would insist on helping tommy play the sims. They’d pretend it wasn’t real, the hospital that is. They’d make fun of Tommy for accidentally picking a neon color for the kitchen walls, tommy said it matches the sky. Some of the nurses would tell Wilbur that all the screen time wasn’t helping him, but Techno would tell them to fuck off. Wilbur had some favorite nurses, tommy couldn’t remember many of the names, so he just called those ones the “nice nurses”. One name he did remember was nurse Andrea, a kind woman who always say Wilbur was “making the best of a bad deal”. Wilbur told her about Tommy’s accomplishments as if he was a proud parent, and the blonde would sit with teary eyes as Wilbur told Andrea how proud of a brother he was. Andrea hugged Tommy that night as he cried in the hallway, she promised him that Wilbur was as comfortable as he could be right now, and that helped, as much as it could help right now.

The day they were told to say their goodbyes Tommy cried harder than he ever had. And Wilbur just held him. “Who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do?” He sobbed, and Wilbur kissed his blonde curls and smiled with teary eyes “you have techno. And Tom, you’ll always have me.”

That night was the last night they saw Wilbur before the funeral

At the funeral people kept promising that one day things would feel ok again, but Tommy knew they wouldn’t.

So he kneeled at his brothers coffin and whispered

“You’ll get better soon. ‘Cause you have to.”

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RAHHHHH IM SORRY YALL BUT THERES SO MUCH MORE ANGST THIS DOES WELL I’LL POST THEM

@canonically-a-genloser L you have to have your weekly sad angst breakdown live on tumblr

#trigger warning #dsmp #dsmpblr #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #sbi #sbi au #sbi family dynamic #sbi angst #crimeboys angst #angst warning #dsmp angst

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