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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years
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may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x
Of course! Take care anon xx
Eret
His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.
Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.
Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.
Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.
That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily
As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!
Quackity
He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.
Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.
Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.
Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.
With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)
He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.
but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)
You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say
Sam
Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people
He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.
Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it
he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs
Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.
A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it
He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)
Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it
Foolish
This man is a mess
Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that
Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort
Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!
Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy
He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it
Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how
He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)
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[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]
[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]
[That's all for now so take care.]
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thek1ngtalks · 2 years
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Prompt: Touching your soulmate leaves a temporary mark that fades after a few hours.
Dream, Tommy, Niki, Wilbur, Eret, Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy
Dream loves leaving thumb stokes, swirling over your cheekbones and brushing down your arms. His hand leaves neon green stains and sometimes he traces obscenes pictures onto your palms just to make you laugh when you notice a few minutes later.
Tommy leaves pastel red smears. Across your back and neck, where he had pulled you closer with his arm. Handprints against your palms, because he really likes holding your hand. He'll draw hearts on your arms and dicks on your face if you fall asleep near him.
Niki draws flowers on your crown. A gentle watercolor pink. Hand prints on your face from where she cupped it, just to admire at you. Your hands are entirely pink because she loves fiddling with them.
Wilbur's handprints are on your shoulders, because he sometimes just claspes them to lead you around in public. They are a soft and dewy blue, a little bit of sunshine. There are spots of blue peaking through your hair because he also likes setting his chin on your head, patting you, pressing his thumb to your crown in a mock simba moment.
Eret is a bright pink mixed with soft hues of purple. They swirl together around your waist. When his hands trail mindlessly over your arms, they're stained magenta for hours. He drops soft kisses on your nose and leaves a bright pink lip stain on your eyelids.
Quackity presses his arms against yours, leaving dewy yellows and deep blues marks that layers over themselves. There are soft brushes across your forehead and over your ears after he tries to push away every strand of baby hair's blocking your face. There are imprints of his head from when he slept across your lap.
Ranboo leaves red and green fingerprints on the back of your hands and arms. Brushes across your back, a few odd spots on your legs when he pokes you with his feet. He likes leaving two stains under your eyes, like eyebags but distinctly unnatural.
Fundy has handprints on your back and knees, because he likes slapping them just to mess with you. Soft rising sun orange lines tracing over your knuckles, wrapping around your palms. A blob with a tail rest on your collarbone, you think he mightve been trying to draw a fox.
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[I really quickly wrote this during passing periods and I will admit, I am starved for affection. This is definitely a cry for help. Please feed me internet likes to curb this horrible medical condition plaguing me.]
[Anyways I have a whole hunking load of soulmate prompts that I apparently wrote down months ago for 500 followers special that I never ended up doing and is now dying in my main acc's drafts. I might go through a few more for fun like I did this one, with short answer prompts for a handful of cc's. Or maybe I'll write official ones longer than 1k, only God knows (and me ig).
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cherrynwinesk · 9 months
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I know this is roleplay, but by these vibes I mean Quackity would treat his partner like a princess.
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koithelittle · 5 months
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christmas movies & cuddles
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note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it’s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.
warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!
pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader
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wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.
he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.
but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.
he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.
you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.
if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).
lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.
he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.
the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.
once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.
he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.
he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.
"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.
he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.
"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.
you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.
he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.
"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.
"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!
"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"
you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.
mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.
"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.
Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.
you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.
"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.
"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.
"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.
he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.
he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.
he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.
while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.
"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.
you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.
“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.
“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.
mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”
soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.
"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.
"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.
"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.
"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.
mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."
wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.
he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.
"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.
"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.
“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.
“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.
“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.
“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.
you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”
he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.
“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”
“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.
you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”
he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.
he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.
the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.
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pray4saint · 9 months
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could I get a tall Americano, with a donut and extra sugars <3
sapnap's kinks
masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+ bondage. mention of a daddy kink. sir/superiority kink. brat tamer!sap. some bdsm dynamic. sub!sapnap. breeding kink. begging.
a/n. i ended up picking a few kinks i think he has since you didn't specify!
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number one this mf & bondage oh my lord (actually has me rolling around the floor kicking my feet and giggling
i think sapnap loves having your hands bound behind you and over your head and no i will not be taking questions, thats just how it is
however, he's even bigger on being tied up himself / wrists tied to the bed frame and, physically unable to resist what you do, but don't get it twisted, even being tied up he's often in control
”y'gonna be good and listen to me?” he asks as you pull on one end of the silk, tightening it around his wrist. ”yes sir.” you climb onto the bed and straddle his chest. ”good, now c'mere and give me a kiss.”
daddy kink this daddy kink that but what about his sir/superiority kink??? like yes he's loves it when you call him daddy but when you call him sir???? he absolutely goes feral, almost turning more service dom than anything, that's just how he is
when you call him sir, even outside the bedroom he just gets this urge to give you everything and pet your head and kiss your hand and make you feel good just to hear you say it again
your hands and wrapped tightly in your boyfriend's locks as he goes down on you. ”sir, please!” he perks up at you, pulling his mouth away. ”say it again.” ”wh-what?” ”you heard me. say it, again.”
brat tamer!sapnap, absolutely exists and when he's gentle about you breaking the rules it's a little manipulative but not enough to be recognised as a red flag
”y/n, what did i say about touching yourself when i'm not around?” his voice shocked you and you opened your eyes, immediately retracting your hand from your sex. ”uh- uhm..” you knew what the rules were, but your mind was so hazy you couldn't think of the words. ”it's alright, i know you didn't mean to leave me out, right baby?” you shake your head no at him. ”what? no, course not.”
he doesn't have a whole lot of rules but there are times you decide it'll be fun to test his patience and he's absolutely ruthless (aka hard dom!sapnap)
you'd been going at it for hours, your hole was swollen and your boyfriend's cum was leaking out, your face was covered in tears, your ass was red, and you were so overstimulated you were getting close to passing out. ”you knew better than to be touching yourself without me.” he ran his hand over your ass soothingly, although it only stung from the amount of times he'd spanked you. ”and on top of it you couldn't just apologise. you just had to throw a fit right?” you whine at him and he chuckles. ”such a stupid little whore.”
physically sensitive!sub!sapnap and degration btw / sapnap who loves it when you call him pathetic for grinding against you while you sat in his lap or when you call him a whore for needing to go jerk off in the bathrooms after your hand ever so gently grazed over his crotch
also sub!sapnap who begs you to let him cum inside you over and over because he just wants to make you feel so full
that's it guys, that's the post and you can all get back to your smut searching
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mysticalsoot · 5 months
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sweet christmas
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godbur’s very first christmas
➸ note; i wrote this in probably a total of an hour and i am very proud of that but i do worry that it isn’t very good although i am sure it’s fine, i just fear i rushed it, anyways!! enjoy your godbur fix !
➸ pairing; god!wilbur x gn!reader // godbur x gn!reader
➸ summary; after telling wilbur of the wonders of christmas, he decides to give you the best holiday season you could ever imagine
➸ warning; cheesy nicknames, allusions to past childhood trauma, maybe swearing?
➸ age-rating; 14+
➸ wordcount; 1.7k
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wilbur was hands down one of your favorite people to live with, yes the trail to get to this point was nothing but rocky, but you were quite content with how things turned out.
your life felt more serene and peaceful as an immortal than it did when you were mortal. getting to wake up in his arms, get smothered in kisses and love; then go about your days together, assisting him in whatever matters he may need it in. it felt domestic, and sweet; and god, was he caring. he loved looking out for you, caring for you and treating you with such love and kindness.
he loved to hold you and sway you, cook for you and love on you. you were his pride and joy.
not too long ago, you went on a rant about a lot of things from the mortal realm, explaining them in such detail that it completely captured wil's attention, although one subject sunk in the most; christmas.
he thought the mere idea was beautiful, a gift giving holiday with snowy weather and fun activities? count him in. he wanted nothing more than to treat you to anything and everything, spoiling you to an extent you didn't know was possible.
i think it stuck most for him once you told him of the Christmases you had as a child. of course, they weren't all bad but you had plenty of Christmases that you would have loved to go without. years that it just couldn't bring you joy, or years where it broke you down.
so, he made it his mission to give you the best Christmas he can. a whole month was blocked out for you, starting in what he called November and ending in late December. although there's no true concept of time in his world, he copied the human form of time a while ago, just to give you a better sense of things. to make you feel at home (although he was home, there were bits that you missed from time to time).
he had yet to tell you, keeping it a surprise while he made a little basket of Christmas things.
when you opened it, you almost questioned him on where he found everything but then realized that wouldn't go anywhere. he's a god, with powers you can't even fathom. there's nothing out of the way with him.
it was filled with snacks and a cookie cookbook, a soft blanket, one of his sweaters and various other things (he did go a bit candle crazy, but he knew you loved them and hell, he did too).
after that, then the festivities began. he started off with a Christmas movie and some warm s'mores, both of you sharing as you tucked yourself against his side.
"love," he paused, looking down at you as he lifted your chin, getting your gaze to meet his.
"yes?" he smiles at the softness of your voice before wiping chocolate from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. you frown gently up at him, and he places a gentle kiss to your lips.
"that's it," he hums, placing a few more soft kisses to your cheeks and temple.
"that didn't warrant a 'love'," you huff, kissing his cheek before resting back beside him on the couch. you squeak when he pulls you into his lap, "willllllll," you whine, looking up at him with the best pissed look you can give before you begin to giggle at him.
"everything warrants a 'love', baby," he tilts your head back, hand resting on the front of your throat as he kisses all over your face; showering you in all the love he can possibly muster.
"hmmm.. I disagree," you rest your hands on his thighs, to ground yourself somehow, as his hands move down to rub over your stomach, fingers gently tracing shapes on your skin; underneath your sweater.
"disagree all you want, I'm right, little one," wil's lips curl up into a smirk as you groan at his words, head leaned back against his shoulder.
"why do you *always* have to be right?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he pulls you closer, maneuvering you so your legs are draped over his lap.
"I'm a god, remember? *your* god, darling," his smirk then morphs back into a smile as he kisses underneath your chin.
"don't wear it out," you nuzzle your nose up against his neck, your arms now around him as he pulls you closer; your attention now back on the movie, but his still on you.
his next activity, which took place a few days later; was cookie baking. thankfully, he chose a recipe and some premade dough; just in case. you figured the premade stuff was gonna get its use pretty quickly.
"baby, can you pass me the sugar?" he inquired, hand reaching out mindlessly as he reread the recipe for the trillionth time, ensuring that he was processing the material properly and wouldn't fuck this up for you.
you didn't really care if the cookies turned out perfectly, or at all. you just enjoyed the time you could spend with him, and the sweet moments he created with you.
you handed him the sugar, watching him grab the bag with ease (despite it being several pounds in one hand). you then swiftly moved over to stand beside him, gazing up at him as he measured out the ingredients. he placed all the dry ingredients in a bowl, but didn't bother to stir it yet as he moved to pick you up and place you on the counter. he handed you the bowl and a whisk.
"can you stir this for me, little love?" he crooned, and you nodded, stirring while he went over to the fridge to gather the rest of the ingredients (all at once, mind you).
you had to keep yourself from laughing at the sight, his arms filled with all of the ingredients all stacked up and pressed under his chin.
"wil, be careful," you mumbled, smiling softly to him as he nodded his head to you.
"I'm fine! I've got this!" he attempted at reassurance, but it came out squeaky rather than firm.
you shook your head, giggling to yourself as you set down the bowl beside you and swung your legs on the edge of the counter. he placed all of the wet ingredients down on the counter, rather clumsily before he began that mixture.
surprisingly, the cookies turned out well. and you both danced together in the kitchen while they baked, only to cuddle up in front of another Christmas movie when they were done.
various activities had occurred during the two months he blocked out, baking, games, cuddles, ice skating and show angel making in the garden. he planned everything and there wasn't a moment you didn't enjoy. you loved every second of it, and he enjoyed every giggle and smile you had to offer.
Christmas morning rolled around quickly, the both of you having spent Christmas Eve with a small dinner, cookies and a movie. and of course, wil had you open one of your gifts before bed. it was a little Christmas ornament he had sculpted from some clay and then painted. a star, with golden paint and beautiful cursive words spelling 'my star' on the back, with the year underneath. you'd be lying if you said you didn't cry, because you did and could barely mumble out a thank you.
just like every kid on Christmas, you woke up early. beyond excited and just bouncing with excitement.
you shook Wil gently beside you, his sleeping form peacefully tucked in bed beside you.
"wil, wil! it's Christmas!" you giggled, shaking him a bit more as he hummed, eyes daring to flutter open and gaze up at you.
"mm, just a few more minutes? you can wait, little love," he pulls you gently against his chest, sleepy, sloppy kisses placed on your cheek. you squirm, giggling at his kisses before whining gently.
"but it's Christmas!!"
he chuckles, holding you closer as you tuck yourself against him, "but Christmas morning cuddles are the best, mm?"
"maybe," you shrug, settling into him for just a bit longer.
a smirk crawls up on his lips before he sighs, pulling back to look down at you, smirk morphing to a smile before he leans down to kiss you.
you look up at him, eyes trying to close again, despite your tiredness setting in, you're determined to stay awake, "can we watch the disney christmas special? like the parade?"
"you truly underestimate my powers as a god, baby," his joyful expression stays held on his face as he kisses your nose and helps you out of bed.
he holds out his hand for you, stepping towards the bedroom door as he wiggles his fingers at you. you wrap your hand around his index finger, tugging softly as he chuckles and leads you down the stairs and into the living area. the tree lit up, creating a dim lighting atmosphere that casts beautiful shadows and a warm light over the room.
you both sit down, beginning to exchange gifts and thank one another for each one. not too long passes and he's shooing you onto the couch as he cleans up and throws a quick breakfast in the oven before joining you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and pressing sweet kisses to your face. he's quiet and quick with turning on the Christmas morning special for you, fingers circling over the skin of your stomach.
"you can nap, y'know?" he hums against the shell of your ear, kissing the skin behind it.
"don't wanna miss the parade," you whine, yawning and curling in against him.
"who's to say you can't rewatch it if you miss it?"
you shrug, nodding before dozing off. he moved his hand to sift through your hair, sleep taking you peacefully as he admires the room around him. the quaint quiet surrounding him, the warmth and love that he feels for you. how sweet, and gentle the holiday was. even if you're asleep only three hours after waking up.
you both know there’s many more christmases to come.
taglist; @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @willgoldszn @whos-nicooo @zebonos @charlieisverybored @haunted-headset @witheredroseanon (lmk if you wanna be added)
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modelbus · 2 years
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OKAY BUT AND HEAR ME OUT.. Tommy getting so flustered over the reader's constant flirting. Tommy finally ends up asking if this just a /j or /srs, to which they cannot believe Tommy hasn't figured out by now that they so obviously like him. Very fluffy and sweet!
YOU HAVE BEEN HEARD!!! Sorry it took so long!
Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x gn!Reader
Flirting With a Fool
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The first time you did it, it was subtle. You were too tired of waiting for the right time to confess your feelings to the blond, so you decided to let him figure it out.
So, subtlety.
Staring off with small compliments. Things that were basic, things that friends would say. But you said them just often enough to be a bit more than purely friendly.
A casual, “Oh, I like your shirt!” Paired with “Nice jacket.” But after a few weeks of complimenting him to the point you were saying something to him twice a day, you knew he just wasn’t getting it. He always stumbled at them, stuttering, but nothing else.
Obviously you had to increase your flirting skills. Where do you go when you don’t know things? That’s right, Google.
A full hour of studying the tips and tricks, the ins and outs, the lengths you could go, you were prepared.
The next time you saw him, you tried going for the slightest step up.
“Your eyes are super pretty in this light.” You had laughed, nudging him slightly.
For a moment he had just blinked at you, a light flush creeping up before he shook his head. “I’m handsome, bitch! Not pretty!”
“Come on, you definitely have pretty privilege.”
“I am a handsome man, never call me pretty again.”
“Fine! Handsome privilege!”
“I know.” Despite his egotistical words, you still saw the way his smile was all soft.
Later that same day you had managed to pull one out of your ass on quick thinking alone.
He had caught you watching him, smiling at his theatrics.
"What?! Why are you staring?!" He had exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. "Stop looking at me!"
"What?" You shrugged. "I can't help the fact you're cute."
There should be a world record for how fast someone can go red, because he definitely would've won it. And not a small subtle blush, a full face of red. He turned away quickly, and you congratulated yourself with how perfect that was.
You even flirted with him on stream where there’s a whole audience to point out that you're flirting!
“Everyone calls me the sun because I’m big and cool and awesome!” Tommy yelled.
From over the discord call, you smirk. This was just a perfect opportunity.
“And because you’re hot.” You remark, trying your best to sound nonchalant.
He sputters briefly, and you watch chat as they explode.
“I- wh- yeah! Of course! I am the biggest man and the hottest!”
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Tommyinnit. The fool who just couldn’t get a hint.
Clearly the next move was to take it even further. Google’s great advice was to have lingering touches, which had to be your next move. All you had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity!
For the next three weeks you found little ways to follow the internet's advice. When walking you'd walk close enough for your arms to brush, you always sat just a little too close, and increased the casual touches. Like touching his shoulder at a joke or leaning against him when you were being dramatic.
Seriously, you didn't understand how he wasn't catching on. While you were physically flirting, you kept up with the words. At this point Twitter had caught on faster than him!
You even held his fucking hand, and he still wasn't getting it. You were trying to get through a crowd, so you really didn't even think about it before you were grabbing his hand so you two wouldn't get separated. He went red but didn't say a single word.
It was more laughable than anything though, so you didn't mind too much. The increased flirting was starting to become fun. Still, three months took its toll. You were already starting to think that maybe you should just tell him. Technically you were already halfway there when you sent him that very clearly romantic song by Khai Dreams and told him it reminded you of him.
But, of course, Tik Tok came in with the final idea.
While you were scrolling, some video had come up of a girl giving advice on how to be obvious while flirting. Your dedication had leaked into your for you page, that's how bad the past three months had been. The girl had said to talk about the idea of dating, what the other person would look for in a relationship.
And you were going to do just that. With a carefully crafted plan of questions, you struck him post-stream.
Relaxing in his flat after a stream of his you were there for, the list crossed your mind. The stream was the perfect excuse to ask the questions you had planned.
"I saw someone in chat say they met their girlfriend because of a TommyInnit stream." You laugh, pretending to browse through Twitter.
"How the fuck does someone get a girlfriend off my stream?! I should be getting all the bitches!" He cries in mock-outrage, throwing his hands up.
"Maybe you're too picky with your bitches." Act casual. Act casual. Act so fucking casual. "What are you looking for in a girlfriend anyways?"
That was the least casual thing you've ever said.
"Uh." He chokes. "Well. I dunno."
You were too dedicated to stop now.
"Really? All the talk of getting bitches and you don't know what your perfect partner would be?"
"What, and you do?!" Tommy had played directly into your trap.
"Well, yeah. I figured everyone did. Like, I'd want to date someone funny, tall but not too tall. Around six feet would be best. British, obviously." Time to start listing his attributes. "Blue eyes are the best in a guy though."
"Are you- wait. Sorry. Are you flirting with me?" He sounds so confused, but all you feel is relief.
Finally! After all this time, all the days, he's finally gotten it! It was a bit sad that this was where he finally got it though.
"Finally." You voice, watching his eyes widen. "Only took me describing you for you to realize!"
"Wha- like, as a joke?"
If you weren't so dumbstruck by how dumb he was, you'd facepalm. Like, actually facepalm. But as it is, you can only stare at him.
"As a joke?" He repeats. "Or, like, for real?"
As gently as you can, without laughing, you say, "I've been flirting with you for real. For three months."
As his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, you finally just start laughing. After a second he joins in.
"I was really blind for three months?!" He exclaims.
"Yes! Twitter caught on before you! Twitter!"
"I'm so- I'm so fucking stupid! Why wouldn't you just tell me?!"
At this point, you couldn't even remember. "I don't know!"
When you both stop laughing at how stupid this all was, he gives you a tentative smile.
"So, like, you actually like me? Like like me?"
"What are we? Thirteen? Yes, Tommy."
"I had to make sure!" He protests. "But I, uh, I like you too."
Oh.
After three months of flirting, you hadn't actually thought about him liking you back. The game of trying to find more ways to flirt had kept your mind off the anxiety of his answer. Now that he's given you one, you aren't quite sure how to respond.
Luckily, to make up for his previous stupidity, he does.
"So, can I kiss you?"
The only answer he needs is your smile.
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angelscherryblossoms · 2 months
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You were casually walking down the streets of L'manburg one dark night when you felt a strong hand grasp your arm. Within moments, you had been dragged into an alleyway by the Siren himself, and he held a knife to your neck. Dream, the #1 hero, stood by, wanting to rescue you but also not wanting for you to get hurt. "Siren, let the girl go." Dream commanded.
"Hmm... no."
You didn't know what to do. So you interrupt their conversation with a yell. "distraction tactic!" Then you kiss Siren. It wasn't a rough kiss but it also wasn't a peck. It was a light kiss and when you pulled away Siren and Dream were both in shock that neither of them went to stop you as you moonwalked out of the alley way and back into the streets of L'Manburg. "...." "...." Silence... "WHAT THE FUC-" Siren shouted *later* Wilbur went home. When he opened the door his dad, Philza, was in the kitchen making tea as his twin brother, Techno, and his younger brother, Tommy, were watching some thing on tv in the living room. Wilbur was still in shock and just slumped onto the couch. His family stared at him "um.. mate are you ok?" Philza asked. All three of his family members now standing in the living room, looking at him. "is it normal for a hostage to kiss you?" Wilbur asked, looking at them Lots of questions were asked that night
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tumbleweedbee · 8 months
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I.Want.Quackity.Boyfriend.Headcanons.
Also
If u could do Polish reader?
Orrrrrrr
Like grunge / cottagecore
Thx anyways
Love ya🥰🥰
OFCC IM HONOURED YOU CHOSE ME FOR SUCH A TASK
Okay so..
(Before dating)
Quackity would probably end up meeting you while doing a meet & greet in Poland and would fall head over heels for you, though it would take him a solid half an hour and BBH hyping him up until he’d eventually introduce himself to you.
He would be SO SHY.People would mistaken quackity for being very confident and flirty due to how he acts on stream but I think when he’d talk to you he would be extremely shy and you would definitely have to make the first move.
He would admire your style and ask where you would buy your clothes, he simply thought that you had a good sense of fashion and would often ask you to style his clothes, as wilburs fashion sense had given him trust issues HAHAHA
(Whilst dating)
He would be so nervous to introduce you to his stream but eventually he wouldn’t have to, as you’d walk into his office one day and he’d ask you to take control of his stream whilst he went to do something.He’d come back to find out that his stream LOVESS you and he relaxed, before introducing you to the stream as his boyfriend (the chat went crazy and it crashed lol.)
He would definitely be a little jealous but wouldn’t admit it.He’d simply cuddle up to you more and whine and cling onto you a little more, putting up a little bit more of a fuss than normal if you were gonna hang out with any of your friends he wasn’t a fan of.
I hope I met your expectations 💪
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ador3him · 1 year
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🌿
OMG HEYYY, I MISSED YOU <3 I’M SO GLAD UR BACK
I was wondering if you could write for sapnap? Reader is afraid to be left alone and always tags along with sapnap. Like sitting on his lap or next to him while he streams, always tagging along with him even if it’s just to get something from the store. Reader just doesn’t wanna be left alone. :(
If you do write about this TYSM♥︎
pairing: sapnap x gn!reader
warnings: implied abandoment issues
requested? yes by my lovely 🌿 anon
wc: unknown
a/n: i watched james marriott whilst writing this, i just wanted to lyk, btw this is hc bc i feel like it fit the request better!!
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- at first sapnap didnt notice that you always were near or touching him
- he thought you did it to everyone but when dream told him that they didnt cling onto anyone else is when he noticed
- he watched you do it for awhile, he was completely in awe of your clinginess
- one day he was going to go stream and you asked if you could sit with him. he let you sit on his lap
- through the stream you fell asleep and he decided to end stream early to carry you to his bed
- he didnt leave but order your favourite food on doordash for you two to eat
- as you both were eating he grabbed your hand and stroked it softly
'are you okay, y/n?' hed ask you, youd just nod and lay your head onto his shoulder.
- that night hed ask if you want to go to the shops with him, he was only picking up a couple things but he knew youd want to come
- on the way there hed hold your hand or put his hand on your thigh rubbing it softly
- you got to pick the music and just be in each others presence
- at the shop he put his arm over your shoulder and led you to the things you guys needed to grab
- he never mentioned your clinginess because he didnt know if it was on purpose, he wanted to make sure you were okay and comfortable. and not left out.
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remediesremedy · 11 months
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🍏 anon!!! Thinking about the qsmp. That's it. That's the ask /j
-qsmp!reader being an egg protector/egg-babysitter, kinda like badboyhalo, but they're much more..violent about how they protect the eggs/kids.
>Quackity's trying to get Tallulah again? Qsmp!reader has fucking spidey sense from halfway across the island and is by Tallulah's side in three seconds top.
>Maybe they're super protective over the kids because they never got to have one of their own, or their kid got unfairly killed by the binary codes or something. Just anything to give them that fire to fight for the kids?!
>Even for some drama, the reader has been known to be able to kill the binary codes (source: just trust me) They're known to be a fucking menace if anything/anyone dare tries to hurt the kids 🧑‍🔧
anon i could litwrally kiss you this is so good, such a good concept for like a fic or story. i’ll do some bullet points of headcanons and maybe a short story, may also revisit this in the future!
QSMP!Reader
- the angst from having lost their own egg would be gut wrenching. and i know exactly how it would’ve happened. they weren’t able to take care of their egg for a day, and had asked everyone on the server to take care of them. to do their tasks. except that an event happened, perhaps the new arrivals, or an argument or affair. and your poor little baby was forgotten. tucked into a bed they would never wake up from.
-you can image the grief, logging on to clean up the house and to wake up your little sunshine. only to find they are not moving, they are stone cold, no sign of life emits from them. and you wonder, what went wrong? how could someone be so selfish, so horrible, to let a defenceless baby die? it must’ve been hours that you sat there, with shaky arms to gather your dead child. you held them for hours, praying for a miracle, a heartbeat to reappear, a breath to escape them. but no matter how long you waited, heaving with sobs as the egg in your arms stayed deadly still, they never woke up.
-resentment was the most prominent emotion you felt, in fact, it didn’t wash away or falter for months. everyone forgot. they could’ve been saved, helped, so easily, if people weren’t so wrapped up in each other. you refused to speak to anyone who was active that day.
-months seemed to rot away, time was a fickle thing, and in your own distorted realm of time, your bed became your resting place. lack of eating and drinking, nothing had much of a purpose anymore, that was until there was a visitor at your door. not many did visit, considering a lot of them weren’t allowed near your home after what happened. with a huff you had descended down your stairs, not seeing anyone when you glanced through your door peep hole. cautiously you had opened the door, and the breath got knocked out of you. hot burning grief punched you in the stomach at the sight before you. a little egg, who was clearly lost.
-your instincts had kicked in, you could control this, you could help. with not much thought you knelt down, eye level with the small child, “hey kid, looks like you’re lost, is that right?” you spoke gently, even though your head was screaming and your heart felt like it had been ripped out your chest for the second time. at the girl’s nod, you offered your hand. “we’d better fix that, who are your parents..?” you finished the sentence, realising you hadn’t even asked for the kid’s name.
-the kid hastily scribbled “wilbur” onto a notepad.
-Ah, the kid was tallulah, you remembered her pretty well because of how bitter you felt at her arrival. a kid just randomly found? and for a father who didn’t even want her at first. But as she stood in front with you, your throat clogged up with regret, you could never hate or resent the girl. “i know wilbur, that’s fine.” you reassured with an affirmative nod, “how about you get on my shoulders and we look for him?” you offered, surprised at how trusting tallulah was as she went into your arms, it made your heart ache. as you set her comfortably on your shoulders, you started walking towards the area you knew wilbur resided in.
-Tallulah was pretty far out. “hey tallulah?” you began curiously, at her nod, you asked the question that had been practically burning you. “how’d you get so lost? it’s pretty far.”
-Tallulah hastily wrote on her notepad, you waited patiently, in fact, the scratching of pencil was familiar and brought comfort. you collected the paper with one hand, the other still firm, but gently keeping ahold of tallulah’s leg. me and pa found this pretty place, i accidentally stepped on a warp plate and i was then near you, pa probably didn’t notice the warp plate.
-the lump in your throat somehow got bigger, oh, you knew what that warp plate was. it was your kid’s favourite place, they had demanded a warp there because they loved it so much. tears welled up in your eyes, and you had to choke them back, not here, not in front of tallulah. “you’re, you’re dad must be worried then.” you rushed out, trying to clear your watery vision.
-after a couple of hours of walking, you had made it near wilbur’s house, and it was no surprise that you could see multiple people yelling out the girl’s name. anger flourished in your gut briefly, of course, of course everyone on the server would put their lives and time on the line to save an egg, any egg but yours. “we’re close now, seems like everyone’s been looking for you.” you spoke softly, and then realised tallulah had been asleep for a while, softly snoring into your hair, one hand gently wrapped in your curls and the other dangling from your shoulder. you had missed this. you had missed it so much.
-as you approached, a couple of faces recognised you, their eyes immediately cast to the ground in shame, but their double takes of seeing tallulah made them call for wilbur. The tall man emerged from his house, looking dishevelled and frantic, you had felt that way too. his eyes locked on Tallulah and he practically ran, “darling? is that you? what did you to her, i swear if she’s hurt.” you scoffed, patting tallulah so she’d wake up, groggily she did. the nerve of this guy, he clearly didn’t know you would never do what the rest of the server did.
-“she’s fine. maybe keep better watch of your kid before you blame me.” you spat, feverishly taking her off your shoulders and passing her to wilbur, he was taken aback by your words, but his eyes softened at the sight of his daughter unharmed. tallulah had grabbed at her father’s face in delight, shortly taking a second to write on her paper once again. pa, they saved me! they kept me safe <3
-with confirmation from his daughter, he nodded gratefully at the stranger, his eyes apologising for assuming the worst. as you went to walk away, he called after you, “wait. i know i can trust you, if i’m ever gone and can’t take care of her, could you?”
-it was a stab in the gut, and you couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes, maybe it was strange to him, but this felt like a second chance and a mockery at the same time. with a choked voice, you muttered a “yes.” and warped home, where you had cried endlessly until the morning.
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-after a while, it seemed the server had labelled you a protector of some sorts. if anyone went exploring with their egg, you went, sometimes just lurking in the background in case things went wrong. When parents couldn’t be there for their kids, you took on the role of almost a god parent, coddling the babies happily.
-and everyday you thought of what could’ve been. things were mostly peaceful on the island, but one day the air shifted. a wonderful egg called bobby had lost a life to a monster, a monster made of numericals. the island was no longer safe, and if they were going to attack with monsters and ghouls and otherworldly creatures, you wanted to make them wish they never stepped foot on the island.
-you had set up warps to each main location, some near houses that were far away. you had given each member and egg a walkie-talkie, being stern that if ever they were in trouble, you would be there. the island grew dark, and the eggs were scared, but you wouldn’t let them feel that way for long.
-the next time the monster of code attacked, you were babysitting a few of the eggs, chayanne, tallulah and leonarda. you were stargazing, sat on a red and white picnic blanket while the kids tried (and failed) to name constellations. you had heard static, and your eyes sharpened, focusing in on a green light in the forest ahead. quietly you had gotten the children’s attention, swiftly handing them all totems and golden apples, you had kept your eyes trained on the beast coming out from the trees. “if anything goes wrong, you warp to my place okay kids? no arguments.” you instructed, they had hesitantly nodded, finally noticing the problem before them.
suddenly the binary code had dove in, targeting Leo and Tallulah. you saw red, hot fury coated your limbs, with seemingly little effort you had pulled the code off of them. “in your dying breaths i want you to realise, you never stood a chance.”
you deflected it’s attacked with uncontrolled rage, it’s fighting began to get frantic, realising your onslaught would not stop until you dropped dead on the ground from exhaustion. it moved to fly away, but you lurched forward and clenched your fist around a wing, sadistically ripping it off. with the binary caught off guard, you plunged your sword through its chest, blood spurting everywhere, and a crazed look in your eyes. with relief, with the satisfaction of winning, you spat on the dying thing.
-silently, you wiped the blood off you, turning to the kids that had their mouths open in shock. they had cheered and went to hug your legs, ��nope nope, you might get blood on you and your dads will not be happy with me if that happens.” you smiled, gesturing for them to teleport to your house, so you could get changed and tuck them into bed, they were having a sleepover after all.
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“Quackity.” your voice was deadly, you had a feeling, it was the dead of night and you had bolted to wilbur’s house. “get away from that bed or i swear i will kill you as many times as it takes for you to disappear permanently.” you had growled, pouncing forward before he could use his weapon on the sleeping girl, he was now pressed up against the wall, your axe held snugly against his bare throat.
“woah woah! i wasn’t actually going to do it i swear.” he breathed in a panic, putting his hands up in surrender, his weapon clanking on the floor. you kicked the sword away, eyes slit as you watched the pathetic man cornered.
“i’ll be real with you Quackity.” you started firmly, opting to try and change his view. “my kid, i trusted that someone would take care of them too. i understand the anger, how dare everyone still be happy right?”
he nodded, trails of tears streaming down his face silently. “right. and it hurts so much, because it wasn’t your fault, you trusted people and they failed you. and you can get mad at people all you want, you can fight them, kill them.” you affirmed, starting to release the grip on him. “but the kids are innocent. they are defenceless, and tilin, or even my baby, would never want us to hurt their siblings in revenge.” your watery eyes looked into his brown ones, you let him go, storing your axe in your backpack.
Quackity had sat in the chair, close to where he’d been held. “Tilin would never forgive me if i killed his family.” he cried, “i can’t believe i almost did that, im such a terrible person i’m so-“
you reached out, clasping his shoulder. “don’t.” you offered your hand, walking him out of the house before giving him a tight hug. “grief makes us do things, bad things, weird things. grief can change you.” you pulled back from the embrace, relief flooding you as you saw the maliciousness dissipate from his body. “it’ll be okay one day.”
but as you said that, the both of you said nothing as your own tears ran down. maybe it wouldn’t be.
but you had a purpose.
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A/N (author’s note): i feel like i put my whole ass into this piece goddamn. i really enjoyed this concept and it’s not often i find myself getting lost in writing, a lot of the time writing is so hard for me, but this one flowed really well :)
as always, my green apple anon delivers wonderful stuff, and thank you so much for the support anon, and all my anons and people who boost my posts.
reason why they couldn’t just teleport back is because in my head, warping can really tire people, and can especially tire eggs, so tallulah might’ve been at risk if she had teleported back, and the fact she was with a stranger and not a parent, you need to feel certain when warping.
i didn’t want to give the egg a name just in case i never continued this, but i’m naming it anyway, the egg was called otto. and their accessory/trademark would’ve been a flower crown yesyes.
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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 1 year
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💜 DAY 4 OF MONSTER WEEK — DEMON RANBOO
[1100+ words]
[Gender-neutral]
Description: Summoning goes wrong (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)
[Read the rest under the cut]
"Y/N, are we sure this is really going to work?" Tubbo pokes at the candles you had arranged perfectly before he messed with them--
"Yes, Tubbo, I checked three times already, Tommy stop it!" Tommy flinches, spinning around and hiding the salt container behind his back. It's a very bad hiding spot considering the salt Is still rapidly pouring out, very loudly, into a pile next to him. "Give me that! You guys are ruining my summoning circle!"
"It's not ruined," Tommy protested weakly. The box finally empties out and he lifts it, as if to show it off. "See, we still have…" He blinks down at the pile of salt on the floor. Slowly, he leans down to try (and fail) at scooping it back into the hole he punched in the box. After an uncomfortable amount of time, he stands up and smiles proudly, "See, plenty!"
"I literally hate you both." You sigh, neither seem that bothered by that fact. "Go buy some more salt, I'm going to fix it all and then when you get back, neither of you will touch anything. Kapeesh?"
Tubbo and Tommy nod sulkily, "Kapeesh."
"And remember," You yell after them, "don't get the cheap shit! We're summoning a demon, not a back alley imp!"
"Fuck off!" Tubbo flips you off as Tommy pulls out of the driveway. You flip him off too and watch them drive away. Fucking dickheads, they're so much fun.
You're midway sweeping up all the salt Tommy dropped when you trip over the candle Tubbo had moved. You lay there, groaning in pain for a minute or two before you sit up. Everything spins for a second so you wait, pressing your hands to the back of your head and feeling around for any bumps.
Your fingers come back bloody and your head spins again at the sight. Jesus, that made you queasy. You crawl away from the glass, turning to sit flat on your butt, cradling your head in your hands. Belatedly, you realize you have an even bigger mess to clean up.
"WHO DARES SUMMON ME!"
"Ack—!" You jump forward, gasping, as a giant mass of shadows, layered over each other by the thousands, looms over you. Their eyes shine and you can see thousands of stars, being created and exploding all at once, full of every constellation in the sky, burning like a supernova. They are, you realize, a predator. One who could devour you whole and leave nothing, not even a skin cell, behind.
"Don't hurt me," You cry out, throwing your hand in front of your face.
You're frozen in that pose for a full minute before your arms drop. The creature, the demon you had been preparing to summon, was staring at you, face fallen as you realize belatedly, they can't escape.
In your blind stumble, it seems you had managed to surround the summoning circle in a very messy and rather box-shaped figure of salt. The demon seemed honestly distressed at being stuck, their long, gauntly claws scraped at the invisible wall. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?"
"How dare you treat me like this," You repeat, mocking in a shrieky voice. Maybe it's the shock making you so confident. "This is my house, you bastard!"
The demon seems flustered at that, hands clutching their chest. "YOU SUMMONED ME. I AM A GUEST IN YOUR HOME."
"WELL, YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE IT!" You yell back, flinching back preemptively. They're still stuck though and their claws have dulled into more human-like nails, now balled into fists at their side. "I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO SUMMON YOU!"
"What?" The demon reels back, blinking rapidly at you. They shrink suddenly, the mass of shadows melting down into a smaller, still looming figure, with pasty white skin and black sclera. "Why didn't you start with that."
"You-You're human!"
"No, you're a human," The demon sniffs, like it was insulted. "I just mimicked a similar form, for ease of comfort.
"Oh," You say distantly, "That makes sense."
"Really?" The demon shakes its head in surprise, "You're one weird human."
"And you're a demon," You're feeling faint suddenly, "I accidentally summoned a demon."
"Not just any old demon," They sniff condescendingly, "but Prince Ranboo the second."
"Oh, wonderful," Things start blacking out. "A prince."
You drop back to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
{《☆》}
When you wake up, Tommy and Tubbo are above you, talking loudly about whether or not you're dead or if Tubbo just sucks at reading a pulse. When Tubbo notices you groaning he screams, "Zombie!"
You can hear Tommy wack Tubbo with a pillow, hard. "They never died, Tubbo. Stop screaming before you knock them out again."
They help you stand, leading you past the broken candle and broken lines of salt. There is no mass of shadows there, maybe you had just been dreaming the whole thing up.
Tubbo goes to clean and Tommy sits by your side, checking up on you every few minutes. He only leaves to make you tea after lots of promises you wouldn't move. Maybe it was a bit traumatizing to see one of your best friends knocked out on the floor in a pile of their own blood.
"Finally," A familiar voice drones out, sounding bored beyond belief. "I thought they would never leave you alone. That blond one is basically a mini-me of Phi-elza."
"You!" You lean far back into the couch's armrest, "You're real!"
"Of course I am, otherwise you'd be hallucinating," Ranboo's nose wrinkles, "Though I know your species isn't unused to that."
"I thought I was dreaming, or the concussion-," You pause to take a very deep breath. "Why are you still here?"
Ranboo eyes you with a deep, analytical glare, "You summoned me. Even if unintentional, you also have to dismiss me."
"Oh," You mutter, "How do I do that?"
"↸ᒷᔑ∷ ᒲ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᓭ ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ," Ranboo sighs, though you understand nothing of what he just said. "It's such a waste of such raw talent for you to be so clueless about something as basic as reverse summoning."
"Talent? What does that have to do with anything?"
Ranboo shakes his head, "No, I am not going to waste my time. I'm teaching you how to reverse summon me and I'm leaving. You can summon any other demon to ask, just return me back to my home."
You frown, "whatever, what do I have to do,"
"Just repeat the phrase you used to summon me in reverse," Ranboo rolls his eyes, "Seriously, it's easy as breathing."
"I didn't use any phrases to summon you though," You point out, staring at Ranboo innocently.
"…" Ranboo has a stiff smile, "What?"
{《☆》}
[DAY 4 WHOOO ONLY 3 MORE BEFORE HALLOWS EVE HELL YEAH!]
[Anyways I'm going as a pirate, in case anyone cared even a tinkly itty bit. Also I may or may not have forgotten to edit this a few hours ago and almost fell asleep before posting life a dumb. In better news I now know how to work my coffee machine and haven't repeated the mistake of trying to use instant coffee in the machine! Yay improvement!!]
[Take care to improve yourself too, learn from your mistakes and work towards becoming a version of yourself that feels true. Remember, the only validation that matters is your own and that you also carry the weight of your own world, don't be afraid to let some of it go and take care of yourself before you try carrying it all alone again. People love you, take care!]
[L0v3, k1ng]
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Monster Week Prompt List
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ze-maki-nin · 2 years
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Warm
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🅽🅾🆃🅴🆂
You get cold :) [hcs]
For @lyssys <33
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Wilbur wouldn't just warm up your hands' he'd warm your whole body up by pulling you close and just squeezing you
if you are home and a blanket is nearby he wraps you in it like a burrito and proceeds to carry you to the couch or bed to cuddle
sometimes making you a cup of hot chocolate, tea, milk, or whatever you want
if it's morning and you just woke up he tells you to get a blanket and go sit don't the couch while he makes you pancakes, waffles, something warm and soft yk?
if you get cold while he's streaming he has you sit on his lap wrapped up in a blanket as he slowly rocks you to sleep
or if you don't want to be seen on stream [aka your camera shy] he turn off his camera and has you sit on his lap
OR
he 'pauses' the stream and helps you get comfortable on the couch/bed/wherever before going back to streaming [checking up on you everyone in a while]
if you're in public, he takes your hands in his and places multiple kisses on them before pulling you in for a hug, your hands smooshed against his chest
if he's wearing a hoodie he has you stand in front of him before lifting his hoodie and putting it on you as well, sharing his hoodie with you no matter how tall you are
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cherrynwinesk · 7 months
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Not really a fic but any headcanons with this idea? Reader is a big streamer so quackity asked them to join the qsmp server, they kinda talked earlier so they know about each others existence but it's not like they were ever friends. How would quackity act after he started to develop a crush on reader??
🍒:It's very long, sorry
Quackity Headcanon's
Added to QSMP
Story g: sfw
Language: English/Inglés
⚠️: None
CC's: Quackity
Reader g: Neutral reader
📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.
🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content
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•The invitation to be part of the QSMP would arrive in your business email
•You would be so busy streaming, editing some videos for YouTube that you hadn't even noticed that email
•Your manager would notify you of this
•You had heard about the server, even watched some clips on tiktok, but you didn't know what the main function was or what it was about, you only knew that Quackity was the owner
•You came to feel confused, you had never had contact with Quackity, you had never spoken, you had never met at any event, so why would he invite a stranger to his precious project?
•You had friends in common, but fate had never brought you together
•You thought about the invitation, since you had many things to do, including creating your plan for the entire week's content on stream and organizing your schedules to be able to edit
•So stay at the highest level where you have always been among the biggest creators in the world
•But you didn't have many ideas currently, so you considered the invitation
•Quackity himself would immediately contact you
•You would like to plan everything directly with the server members so that there are no misunderstandings
•Both would schedule a call on Discord, trying to coincide with your free time
•There was not much communication between you until the day you agreed
•Nothing out of the ordinary, he would explain to you about the project, the creators who are already on the server, he would talk a little about the lore that some members already have
•It sounded very interesting by the way.
•You both got along very well, you were able to communicate easily and there were no problems in your first time interacting
•Agreed on a date on which you will join the server
•The day you would be announced as a member of QSMP Quackity would do his routine stream in Spanish playing a little time with Roier, Ironmouse, Forever or someone
•Then he would raid his main channel and in it he would talk about how he was excited for this new member, since you are a global content creator, and that it meant a lot to have you on his server (being humble)
•Immediately you were announced as part of QSMP, Twitter exploded
•Your name and Quackity being a trend, and it was all because no one expected this good news
•The next day you entered the server for the first time and started with the basics by playing Minecraft, wood, sticks, pickaxe, killing cows
•You immediately made a good relationship with the other members, it was such a relaxed atmosphere
•You have never laughed so much in your life
•Even outside the server that friendship continued
•But you were closer with Quackity
•You two had a humor that complemented each other
•There was no fear of saying something wrong, you could be yourself
•You might not think anything strange, for you it would just be a good friendship like with any other member
•But actually for Quackity it was a little different
•At first Quackity was a little excited that you would agree to be on his server
•First of all cause you are a big cc
•Quackity saw your content a few times, and knew that your personality would fit perfectly into QSMP
•From the beginning he liked the way you stayed active in your streams, never stopping talking, interacting with your chat even though your community was so big
•He even wanted to learn a little about you, because he knew that everything you were and had you got fairly
•You deserved everything you had and he even admired you too much
•He was so nervous about talking to you, doing something wrong or that something in the project wouldn't interest you, since he hadn't even hoped that you would accept the invitation
•Now that you were closer, Quackity started to feel different around you.
•He started to like you, but he still doesn't accept it
•At first he would think that he just likes you too much.
•But the day his sister asked him "Do you like y/n?"
•He'd notice and he'd be like "No, why do you ask that? He/she's my friend."
•Most likely, his sister had to hear about what happened inside QSMP, but you being the one he always mentions, that's why she would come to such a conclusion.
•Besides, Quackity would act very excited when it comes to you.
•"Your eyes shine when you talk about y/n" and his cheeks would be red.
•And Quackity would feel so comfortable with you
•He would really like your personality and that would be what made him fall in love.
•Also the way you bring out his true personality without fear
•Once he realized that if he actually liked you he would start to feel nervous around you.
•He would also go watch your streams while he is busy
•Over time he would also like you physically and too much
•Inside him maybe he would have this obsessive crush on you, but he doesn't want to show it.
•He would worry that you had a partner or that he wasn't your type
•More people around him would realize that he is in love and would convince him to tell you what he feels.
•He would refuse for a long time with the excuse that he is married to his job
•His friends would do him the favor (without Quackity asking) of asking you personal things
•Like if you have a partner, what kind of people do you like for a relationship, being very obvious (maybe Roier who doesn't care about anything or Baghera but she would be more subtle with the questions)
•Quackity would travel to meet you irl
•Once you were together he would try to show interest with subtle compliments
•Like saying you're smart
•Or talk about your hair color and mention that he like people with that color
•You would definitely understand and ask him if he is flirting with you
•He would get very nervous but he knows you got him
•"It's very obvious?"
•"Don't worry Quackity, Roier and Cellbit already told me everything"
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frogzin · 1 year
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Drunk, sapnap.
cc!sapnap x GN!reader. ( fluff???)
plot. You have a drunk in the kitchen.
warning (s). Drunk, swearing (?) ( Use of real sapnap name)
notes. this shit is short as fuck sorry
plot. You have a drunk in the kitchen. ( cc!sapnap gn reader)
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Getting up from your cozy bed to go downstairs and see what was causing the noises in the kitchen, seeing Nick with a packet of crisps in his hand.
He looked up at you in surprise.
"Wow" his voice sounded breathy with alcohol. "You are literally the most beautiful person I have ever met in my entire life."
You laughed and then smiled at the drunk man in front of you.
"Thank you so much!" You thanked him knowing that soon he would either lie down on the couch or go upstairs to sleep when he got sleepy.
Just as you were about to go back upstairs, Nick stops you.
"Hey wait fuck" he cursed kneeling in front of you placing a ring on your finger. "I love you, will you marry me?"
He was begging you and the only thing you can do is smile.
"Nick, we're already married." You told your husband. "And that ring is onion" you laughed.
"Oh" he stood up. "That's amazing.
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pray4saint · 9 months
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SAPNAP PLS nsfw headcannons.... him taking the bdsm tests, what's his sex drive? I just know he presses himself against you every time he passes you, but does he follow through ;)))
FOUND UR ACCC YESTERDAY and I'm acc in love like we both love dteam and marauders it's such a rare combination and I've never seen anyone love both before! ( like me LOL) do you take anons? 🥺
sapnap nsfw headcanons
masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. dirty talk. sapnap taking the bdsm test.
a/n. i would be happy to write more horndog texan for you / the only other person i know who writes mcyt & marauders is my younger cousin but they're fifteen so we don't interact online but lmk if you'd like their @ (& yes, i do take anons, the current anons i have are 💚 & 🦥)
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as you said anon, sap absolutely presses against you when he passes by you, even when there's plenty of space to just go around, he does it to rile you up
does he follow through?? sometimes he does it for buildup for later that night, to make you all whiny and needy for him
but other times when you call him out for it, it's a 25/75 of if he won't follow through or he will (just to clarify, 25% of the time he won't, 75% he does)
when you call him out and he follows through though.. it's rough, it's kinky, it's dirty and it is hot and heavy
i mean more degradation when you call him out, more slapping if you're into that, hair pulling, messy, sloppy kisses
”god, such a slut for me aren't ya?” he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva thinning the farther he gets from your mouth, and it finally breaks when he licks his bottom lip. ”sap, please-” ”isn't this what you wanted babe?” he tangles a hand in your hair, ”to be fucked senseless under me like a whore?” he tugs at your hair, making you whine and beg him to just fuck you already.
sapnap's sex drive i'd say is above average, but not by a whole lot
i think if he can, he'll find a way to fuck you every day or every other day, but if you're not feeling it or you have your period or you just don't want to, it's not the end of the world for him
his sex drive is based solely on his attraction to you; when he was single he had a low sex drive but when you two started dating it jumped wayy up
OH OH OH my brain goes brrrrr for this shit: when you've been going at it for awhile, his southern accent becomes more pronounced with every word he says
”fuck- darl' you're doing so- s'good f'me.” his breath fans hot against your ear and down your neck and he fucks into you, drawing moan after moan out of you.
lots of praise this way, about how well you take him, how perfect you look under him or on top of him, about how much he loves you and how good you treat him
i think despite his above average sex drive, he still likes taking his time, teasing you, building up foreplay, because it all adds to the experience for you and that's all he really wants, for you to be happy
sapnap believes in being begged, for anything really, to be touched, to be fucked a certain way, to cum, yk he just gets it
also some sub!sapnap for you // sub!sap who begs to be touched when he's horny and if you say no he just can't help it, he'll touch himself even if he isn't allowed to
sub!sapnap, rutting into you while he begs to be praised >>>>
”m'i doing good? please tell me i'm doing good..” while his pelvis presses against yours over and over again. ”yes- sap fuck, you're doing so good, such a good boy for me.” his hips begin to stutter at your words.
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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