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vneuns · 3 years

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pls write sth for fundy >.< I AM SIMPING ANDD BEGGING AND ON MY KNEES ,,, also ur writing is wonderful bby,,, luv u!!! <3

his maid dress !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.6𝗸

… I LOVE U HOT CHEETOS BABE <33 ly mwa mwa.

The low buzz from the air conditioning in the quiet stuffy room sounded as you fixed the dress on your figure. It wasn’t something you’d ever be caught dead in but when you hit the subgoal for a surprise stream you really had no choice.

It had been a lot easier than you had thought it was going to be, to be able to accumulate the dress and its accessories without your boyfriend noticing with the fact that he had put it right back into its package after wearing.

A maid dress. Your mind had never even thought about something the costume on until you ended up actually hitting your subgoal and didn’t even have the surprise ready. Knowing if you stared at the outfit any longer you’d chicken out and have to reschedule your stream for another day.

The sigh that left your lips was supposed to help let go of all the built up fear and discouragement but ended up doing nothing of the sort. Knowing you were too far gone now you pressed the start stream button waiting a few minutes for the notification to send to all your followers so they could tune in.

“Hi loves!” You smiled, catching glimpses of certain comments in the chat, the mention of your boyfriend's character name appearing more than once. “No Fund , won’t be here for this special stream. But this one is so special I blocked him so he can’t watch it.”

You knew there were two reactions you could get had your boyfriend been able to see the stream. One he’d laugh. Laugh his ass off and wouldn’t care how many daggers you sent him, or he’d become an absolute simp.

Pisskink donated 5 ! How do you feel about fundy lore? Also very excited for this surprise.

“Mmm.” You pretended to think about the answer to the question you had gotten quite a few times. “Uh fuck Dream for leaving him at the alter.” The smp lore was never really your thing, but people seemed to really want you to know that he was left for a British boy at his wedding on twitter after it happened.

“Ok guys are you ready?” your nerves bubbled with fear as you thought about all the possibilities and outcomes you wearing a simple outfit could lead to. With a sigh you turned on your camera and stuff back so everyone could get a full view of what you were wearing.

Your eyes wandered as you watched the chat fill with “awoogas,” , “simping.” , and “you’ve killed me Nn.” Before you could respond your streaming door opened and their stood your boyfriend though he wasn’t looking at you, too busy looking at something on his phone.

“Hey babe? Everyone’s saying you're streaming but it’s saying something about me being-...” He trailed off looking at you for the first time since he entered. “Ohh..”

Having a mind of their own your hands went to the side of your body as you did a semi enthusiastic jazz hands. “You like?” Not wanting it to become too awkward with your boyfriend just gawking at how the maid dress looked on you; you did a little spin allowing the curtain of the skirt to flow up and doing a little pose at the end.

“I love it.” He smiled walking over to you taking your hand in his and twirling you around once more to get a closer view of how it looked. “Look very dashing.” He mumbled one of his hands going to the dip in your back while the other encased your hands together allowing him to dip the two of you for a semi romantic kiss in front of two hundred thousand people.

After bringing your bodies back up he place multiple kisses on your cherry flavored lips *wink wink* before you had to push him away reminding him you were streaming and this shouldn’t be something done on stream.

“I’ve decided I have nothing better to do and that i’ll just sit here and watch my beautiful significant other do what they do best,”

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trashland-llamas · 2 years

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Fundy + his 1st Crush

Gn reader

Whenever Fundy has a crush on anyone, it’s clear as day

his ears perk up whenever their name is mentioned in conversation

he lightly bares his teeth whenever anyone he doesn’t like even looks at them

heart eyes whenever he talks about them

stutters when talking, doesn’t dare look them in the eye

when he doesn’t think they're looking, he’ll stop what he’s doing & just stare

Tommy takes every chance to make fun of him, ‘hey Ranboo, you think they’d say yes if i asked them out?’

Wilbur scolds the absolute fuck out of him after grabbing the collar of his jacket when he goes to lunge at Tommy

‘Do you need to be treated like a dog?’ referring to how when dogs misbehave, owners usually bop them w/ a newspaper

He goes down to a nearby stream close to his den to hide

His crush stumbles upon him, coming near him seeing the usually joyful fox sad with his ears flattened against his head

Immediately turns red, yipping when he sees them sat next to him

‘Sweets, what’s wrong?’ and he just mumbles ‘Got scolded’

Hating how openly he displays his emotions

Loving the attention he’s getting from them despite the embarrassment

They hold out their arms offering a hug which he scrambles towards

Melting at the ‘aww, baby, it’s okay.’

After that, he eventually gets over his crush, realizing his crush was due to someone outside his family being nice to him

That said, he remains close friends with them, all this becoming a funny story later on in life.

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itsonlydana · 2 years

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Hi love!! First of all major congrats on reaching 800 you deserve it so so so much and I'm super proud of you for it.

Second may i request c!Schlatt with promt 4? Hurt Comfort please you know I'm a sucker for this stinky ram man

Also a little scenario maybe the reader (gn btw) gets hurt or something

Again im super super proud of you for reaching 800!!!

"Maybe that is the reason why I fell for you, you are as dumb as me"

➛ pairing: c!jschlatt x gn!reader

➛ tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, mention of small injury (leg pain)

➛ event masterlist

➛ an: thank you my love <3 luv u and i hope you like this <3

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

It was a humiliating feeling to be carried across the meadow by Schlatt, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he held you in front of his chest, his arms supporting you in your back and under your bent legs. Not only did the throbbing pain in your right ankle make you hide your forehead in his shoulder, but also the sympathetic looks from Quackity, Fundy, and Tubbo, who just like Schlatt had had a front row seat to your stunt that didn't exactly end well.

You dodged all those looks, even though you could feel them, and they were almost more painful than the burning in your foot.

Your head bobbed against his chest at Schlatt's quick, practically sprinting steps, you had long since stopped resisting and the urge to prove to Schlatt at all costs how well you were doing had also disappeared after one attempt to step up, followed by a pitiful cry at which Schlatt had rushed to your side again and lifted you up without further ado.

Instead of making a fuss, you just leaned against him, closed your eyes and waited silently until you had crossed the garden of the white house and Schlatt kicked open the first best door on the first floor.

Gently he laid you down on the couch that stood in the unused office and pushed up the sleeves of his shirt. "Lie still," he ordered you, sharply and sternly, as you turned and slightly offended you screwed up your face.

"Look, I wasn't planning on getting up," you bitched back. " I was laying funny."

He didn't even go into it, but knelt down in front of the couch. Next to him was a clinically white bag that he had ripped off the wall in the hallway as he walked by and was now opening. "You need to take better care of yourself," he spoke, searching in the bag and still offended, even a little more now, you stared at his curly head. On his knees, Schlatt bent over your ankle, his back turned to you so you couldn't see what he was doing. Slightly startled, you winced at the feel of his warm hands on your right leg. A blush spread across your face as he carefully brushed off your shoe and rolled your sock over your heel. You were a little glad not to be able to see anything, because at the sight of your ankle, which he gently grasped, Schlatt drew in a hissing breath.

"What is it? Is it bad?" you squealed, suddenly fearing you had actually hurt yourself worse.

Schlatt turned your foot slightly, first one way, then the other, then instructed you to bend it carefully. "No, just looks a little blue and green," he finally answered you after an interminable time of waiting and relieved you fell backwards in the couch. "With a little care and no more jumping out of a tree, you'll be fine in no time." At the last part, he turned his head slightly and gave you a warning look, which you returned with a grin. Now that you knew it wasn't a serious injury, you had found your humor again.

"Too bad, I was about to get right into that."

Schlatt snorted under his breath and rolled his eyes. "Maybe that is the reason why I fell for you" he started and before you could make a joke about falling, he smiled at you "you are as dumb as me".

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huneekrispee · 2 years

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Over the Wall

Pairing: c!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: Y/N, eldest child of Wilbur Soot. After giving everything they could give for the war, it's now apparent that their father doesn't want them around. But Y/N's hopeful, staying loyal to Lmanburg and trying their best to prove themselves to their father. But after meeting a certain man with a white bandana during the war that might just change.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST to FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, cursing, injury , parental issues, blatant child favoritism, parental rejection, mentions of abandonment, spoilers for the first lmanburg war, forbidden lovers :)

Please remember that no one in Lmanburg acts like this in the actual roleplay, this is just for the fic :)

Word Count: 3,410

A/N: I am on a roll today, writing two pieces in one day :) I saw this request and couldn't wait to write it!! I love this kind of trope, it hurts but it's so sweet :) I hope you enjoy reading! Have a good day/night! Stay hydrated! I kind of got carried away with this one... -Hunee <3

The artwork in the GIF belongs to the lovely SAD-IST :))

The walls of Lmanburg stood strong. The walls that were built as a sign of independence from the Dream SMP stood tall and proud. Inside the walls was a hotdog van, and in that van, the members of Lmanburg were in turmoil.

"Wilbur! What are we going to do? That green bastard is threatening us and we damn well fucking know we should fight back-"

"Tommy. Calm."

The confident blonde boy shut his mouth, a scowl coming across his face as he crossed his arms, grumbling insults as he stared at the floor. (Y/N) silently looked at him. That was Tommy alright, always ready to jump into action, disregarding the consequences that may come about.

"We need to stop Dream from getting in. We need to raise our security. We may have built the walls, however, they're not going to be enough."

Wilbur Soot. The leader of their rebellion. Also (Y/N)'s father. Nothing too much to say about him.

"But Wilbur! What are we gonna do? There's only like... 6 of us!"

Tubbo. A precious boy. Best friends with Tommy, Tubbo was like a ball of sunshine for the whole group of Lmanburg. He was too young to be a part of this war, same with Tommy.

"Yeah! How will we defeat him?! He has like- a whole army and then it's just us."

Then there was Fundy. The firstborn of the nation. The whole reason why the walls were built. He was also Y/N's half-brother. They weren't that close, with (Y/N) being distant because of their father's blatant favoritism between his children.

"You shouldn't worry Tubbo, Fundy. Wilbur will surely think of something that can help us. If now, we'll just put our ideas together. We can beat Dream, I know it."

Eret. He was mysterious. Behind those dark glasses lay his white eyes. It was hard to read him. But (Y/N) was sure that with his ideas and smart strategies, he was a loyal and trusted ally to Lmanburg.

Recently he'd been kind of distant, but (Y/N) thought it was just something else, he was mysterious, so they didn't question it.

Clearing their throat, (Y/N) spoke up for the first time.

"I have an idea."

All eyes turned to the eldest Soot child who was leaning against the corner of the hotdog van. Wilbur sighed.

"Not now, (Y/N). Anyone else got any ideas?"

Y/N rolled their eyes. Asshole. He never listened to them, even if they were his eldest child.

After a few minutes of silence, Fundy cleared his throat, speaking up. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the table, eyes looking at the map of Lmanburg on top of it.

"Well. I say we do patrols on the walls. We can take turns. Two people will guard the walls at once."

He pointed at the south side of the walls, dragging his finger up towards the west side as he spoke. "One person will patrol from south to west." Fundy then pointed at the north side of the walls, slowly making his way down to the east side. "Then the other will patrol from north to east."

"We can make a schedule for this. Since there are six of us, while two of us patrol each night, the other four can either be preparing materials, weapons, potions, and anything else we might need. I think this is the best way to prepare for war against Dream while protecting ourselves from anyone sneaking in."

(Y/N)'s eyes moved up to look at Wilbur. He nodded in agreement, eyes full of pride and joy, happy for his son.

God, how they wished he would look at them like that.

"Well. I think we have our plan. Good job, Fundy."

If only he knew, that was the plan (Y/N) also had.

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A few days had passed since the meeting. Y/N had patrolled the first night with Tubbo, and wasn't going to patrol until tomorrow.

Right now, (Y/N) was working on sharpening the swords for everyone, aswell as fixing up the armour that got damaged during Lmanburg's last fight with the Dream SMP.

They were currently sharpening Wilbur's sword, his being the last sword to sharpen before they would move on to fixing the armour.

'This needs to be the best damn sword I sharpen. Maybe then he'll let me join the fight with the rest of them.'

(Y/N) had been trying their best to prove themselves to their father, Wilbur Soot.

After (Y/N)'s mother left them with Wilbur, running off with another man, Wilbur had taken care of (Y/N). He used to be the best father anyone could ever ask for.

Then, one day, Wilbur dropped them off at their grandfather's place. Philza was a great grandfather to (Y/N), but he often had to go on trips, leaving the then 13-year-old to fend for themselves for a little bit. He always came back though, unlike their father, who just dropped them off and left.

Then, five years later, he came back.

He came back with the promise of new land. A land called Lmanburg. Apparently, while he was gone, he had gone and had another child, a fox hybrid. He grew up differently, he grew up faster due to being half fox.

Also while he was gone, he had set up a rebellion with four others, wanting independence. Then, (Y/N) realised:

He only came back because he needed more people, not because he wanted them back.

As time went by in Lmanburg, (Y/N) noticed the difference between Wilbur's interactions with them and with Fundy. With (Y/N), he was usually tired and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. However, with Fundy, he was always ready to do anything for him, pride and joy in his eyes every time he looked at the fox.

That was when (Y/N) decided to keep trying to prove themselves.

Smiling, (Y/N) placed the dirty rag down onto their thigh, admiring the work they put into the sword in their hands.

It was perfect.

Internally cheering at their success, (Y/N) sneaked off, silently going into their father's room, placing the newly sharpened sword on his bed.

"What are you doing in here?"

Shit.

Sharply turning their head around, (Y/N) met the eyes of their father. He was furious. His eyes narrowed into a glare.

Suddenly finding the floor to be the most interesting thing in the world, (Y/N) looked down to the floor, nervously playing with her fingers.

"I- I..."

"You... what?"

(Y/N) gulped. "I just... sharpened your sword and wanted you to see it..."

"So? Why'd you give it to me? Just put it with the others."

He walked past them, (Y/N) still looking down. He shoved the sword into their hands, then moved around them to go and sit at the desk in the corner of the room. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as the sword shoved into their hands cut into their skin in multiple places.

"Now get out."

Nodding their head, they left, going to bandage their injured hands.

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It was now the next day. It had just hit 6pm, and Y/N was getting ready to go on nightfall patrol with Tommy.

Then, footsteps came rushing towards them, with a yell of their name breaking their focus.

"(Y/N!)"

Looking up, (Y/N) moved their eyes to Tommy's figure, the blonde out of breath from running.

"You okay Tommy?"

Suddenly, he stood up straight, smiling confidently.

"Yeah! But I just need you to do something for me!"

Of course. Everyone always wanted something from them.

"Alright." Crossing their arms, (Y/N) looked at the boy. "What is it?"

"I need you to do patrol alone tonight. Tubbo and I are going to make some more drugs- *cough* potions! Yeah! Potions! And we want it to be a surprise for Wilbur! So can you please please please please please cover for me and let me sneak off patrol tonight?"

Sighing, (Y/N) pinched the bridge of their nose. This was a terrible idea.

Fuck it.

Looking at Tommy's hopeful expression, they replied. "Y'know what? I'll do it. I'll cover for you tonight during patrol, and do it alone, then you and Tubbo can go and do whatever it is you want to do."

The blonde beamed, eagerly grabbing (Y/N)'s hand, shaking it up and down.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!! You're the best (Y/N)"

(Y/N) sadly smiled, watching as the boy ran back down the hall, probably going to find Tubbo.

At least one person thought they were the best, even if he probably didn't mean it.

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It had been a few hours since patrol had started.

The sky had now been painted over with a blanket of navy blue skies, clouds nowhere in sight, the stars shone brightly, showing off their true beauty in the dead of the night.

(Y/N) sat down on the top of the South wall. The wall that was furthest from the hotdog van. Everything in Lmanburg was quiet. No lights were on, no voices, just the silence of the night.

After taking one last glance around the walls, (Y/N) fully lay back, legs dangling off the stone wall, swinging back and forward as the teenager hummed out the tune of their favourite music disc.

They were still upset at what happened yesterday. Their father's rejection, him accidentally hurting them, it sucked.

No matter what (Y/N) did, it was never good enough for him.

There, (Y/N) lay. Staring at the stars, lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, a sharp sting of pain hit their left leg as it swung in the air.

"Ow. What the fuck-"

Sitting up, (Y/N) quickly looked around, confused as to what hit them.

Then, another sharp pain. Right in the middle of their forehead.

The object that hit them fall into their lap. Grabbing the object in their hand, (Y/N) held it up to the moonlight, trying to see what it was.

It was a small pebble.

Making a noise of confusion. (Y/N) was hit with another pebble, this time on their leg again.

"Down here!"

(Y/N) swung their legs up onto the walls, moving her hands near the edge and peering down at where the voice came from.

It was a man-child.

Even in the dark, with the only source of light being the moon, (Y/N) noticed every detail about him.

He had black hair styled into a very short mullet, with black bangs framing his face. He had a white bandana wrapped around his head, contrasting with the dark colour of his hair.

The man-child wore a white short-sleeve shirt on top of a black long-sleeve. He had black pants with white stripes on the sides and was wearing black and white checked shoes.

On top of everything, he wore shining Netherite armour, with a sword at his side and an axe peeking out from the top of his back.

He was very pretty.

(Y/N) then looked at his face. He was grinning cheekily, hiding his hands, which were probably full of pebbles, behind his back, looking away as if he did nothing.

Snapping out of their trance, (Y/N) curiously looked at the male. He was probably from the Dream SMP.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man-child looked back up at (Y/N) on the wall, sheepishly dropping the pile of pebbles he had compiled onto the ground beside him.

Clearing his throat, he posed dramatically, one hand raised in the air.

"Oh, fine citizen of Lmanburg who guards the walls keeping me out! I am no one." He moved his raised hand to his chest, clutching his heart. "No one but a concerned fellow who mourns for the happiness of the attractive guardian of the walls!"

(Y/N) giggled at the show the man-child was putting on. He was certainly a man-child. But cute.

Playing along, (Y/N) replied back to him, "Oh, fine gentleman from beyond the walls, I must know the name of who is concerned about the wellbeing of me, a mere castaway of the rebellion."

It was stupid, both of them knew that, but when the young raven-haired saw the smile on their face, he knew it was worth it.

Staring at each other, from up and below, both of them burst out into a fit of giggles.

(Y/N) was the first to stop laughing. They still held an uncontrollable smile on their face, swooned by the male below the walls.

"But really? What is your name? You're from the Dream SMP, aren't you?"

The man with the bandanna smiled up at them, stepping closer to the walls. He put his hands on his hips, beaming as he spoke.

"Why yes, I am. My name is Sapnap. But don't worry, I wasn't sent by anyone."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy in disbelief. No one sent him? So he came here on his own?

"My name is (Y/N). Why are you here then?"

Sapnap's face turned soft, his smile becoming wobbly.

"Well, I saw an attractive person on the walls upset and felt like you might've needed some cheering up. I know we're on opposites sides of this war and all but..."

He scratched the back of his neck, slowly looking back up at (Y/N) on top of the walls.

"No one deserves to be upset, y'know?"

God bless this man.

(Y/N) tensed up, feeling their body heat up in embarrassment. What. The fuck? Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) calmed themselves down, looking back down at Sapnap.

"Well, I think you achieved your mission. Thanks for cheering me up, Sapnap."

He once again smiled softly at them.

They smiled back.

It was like a spark ignited between the two. Both were from opposite sides of the war that was raging on, yet they didn't care.

After a few minutes of awkward staring between the two, Sapnap spoke up.

"Sooo? Do you wanna maybe... talk some more?"

(Y/N) laughed. "Sure, I've got all night. No one's gonna be up for like a few more hours."

Sapnap awkwardly laughed, fiddling with his fingers.

"Do you think... I could come up there? Y'know it's kind of hard to hold a conversation when you're so far apart."

Moving a hand up to cover their smile, (Y/N) agreed.

"Sure. It was getting lonely anyways."

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"So. Tell me about yourself."

Both teens were now sitting together on top of the walls, covered by the darkness of the night, the moonlight now far from where they were.

"Okay. My name is (Y/N) Soot. Eldest of Wilbur Soot. Um, I'm good at fixing and improving tools armour, so i'm basically the blacksmith of Lmanburg. I'm the expert of being a fuck up and I'm probably going to be disowned and kicked out soon."

I mean, it was the truth. After what happened in Wilbur's room last night, (Y/N) felt like he was on the edge of kicking them out from Lmanburg overall.

The man beside them frowned. So this was the infamous eldest of Wilbur Soot. During a previous battle, Tommy accidentally mentioned them and how 'badass (Y/N) had sharpened his sword'.

He saw how good the sword looked, too bad Tommy couldn't really swing it fully yet.

"Your go."

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sapnap began to talk.

"Well. Y'know my name is Sapnap. I'm a longtime friend of Dream's. I'm an expert in burning things and I like making sure the gorgeous guardian of the walls is feeling their best." He winked as he said the last line, watching the eldest Soot child giggle at this action.

Both began to talk more, rambling about the most random things they could talk about.

(Y/N) didn't know why, but for some reason, they felt more comfortable with Sapnap than anyone else in their life. They had just met an hour ago, yet (Y/N) felt like they had known Sapnap their whole life.

Feeling a burst of boldness, (Y/N) turned to Sapnap suddenly.

"Hey. Um. I know this is kind of weird, and you can say no, but... can I... hold your hand?"

Observing (Y/N)'s nervous expression, the raven-haired male smiled softly, shifting his hand over to intertwine his fingers with (Y/N)'s.

"Does that answer your question?"

They nodded, their lips turning upwards at the sight of their intertwined hands.

"Can I... tell you about my dad?"

"You can tell me anything you want. I'm gonna listen."

Feeling butterflies in their stomach, (Y/N) gripped onto Sapnap's hand tighter, moving their body to lie down, gesturing to Sapnap to do the same.

He did, moving to lay down next to (Y/N).

He turned his head to stare at their face. Their eyes reflected the starry sky.

"Basically, long story short. My mom left me with my dad for some other geezer when I was born. He was a great father then. He always helped me when I needed it and made me feel very happy. Then, one day, when I was thirteen, he dropped me off at my grandfather's house. He said he'd come back quickly, but I guess five years isn't 'quickly'."

"My grandfather is great, he was awesome. He had to leave for trips a lot, but he always came back to me, he brought me souvenirs and stuff. I loved being around him. But I still missed my dad, y'know?"

"For a long time, I thought he didn't want me. So he left me. But then he came back. Maybe a year ago? He brought me to Lmanburg. Then I learned he had another child, Fundy. Then my suspicions were confirmed. Yes, he didn't want me. He only came to get me because he needed more people for Lmanburg."

(Y/N) sighed.

"It hurt. It hurt watching him praise Fundy and love him with all he could, while all he did was ignore me and put me up to do chores and work. Hell, I bet he's shown more love to Tommy and Tubbo than he has shown to me in the past year."

(Y/N) felt their eyes swell up with tears, the salty water flowing down the side of their cheeks.

"It just sucks, because I've done everything to try and get his approval. I learned how to become a blacksmith, just to help him. B-But-"

They choked on their sobs, suddenly sitting up.

Sapnap sat up right away, moving to comfort (Y/N).

He wrapped his long arms around them, pulling them into his chest, his hand caressing the back of their head as they cried, overwhelmed by the realisation that their father will probably never want them.

"It's okay. You don't need to say anything else. Just sit here with me, okay?"

A soft, hesitant "Okay." came from them.

The two sat in silence.

Gathering his thoughts, Sapnap spoke up.

"Y'know. Fuck your dad. He's an asshole."

He moved his head on top of (Y/N)'s, leaning his chin into it.

"If you're not going to be appreciated for the amazing work you do for him, then he doesn't deserve you. I saw Tommy's sword one time, and I'll tell you, the craftmanship on that was top notch. Kind of felt jealous of him, to be honest."

(Y/N) giggled. Sapnap's lip's turned upwards. Good, it was working.

"Even if I just met you hours ago, I feel like I've known you for all my life. So, I'm glad you were comfortable enough to tell me about your dad. I'm going to be frank, I don't think he, or anyone in Lmanburg, deserve you. And I think you think the same."

"What are you saying, Sap?"

"Sap? I like that. Anyways, what I'm saying is: 1. Your dad's an asshole who doesn't deserve you. 2. You probably already know that and 3..."

He stopped talking, hesitantly looking down at (Y/N).

"What's 3?"

"3. I think you're on the wrong side."

(Y/N) couldn't even gasp. They knew he was right. Lmanburg was where (Y/N) was staying, but it didn't feel like home.

"Y'know. I think you'll enjoy the Dream SMP more. We need a decent blacksmith and all of us are pretty... chill. Plus, I kind of want you there..."

"What was the last bit?"

"Nothing!"

(Y/N) smiled. What a dork, they heard what he said, but his reaction was cute nonetheless.

"Sapnap."

He turned to look them in their eyes, awaiting their answer.

"Yeah?"

"I'll join the Dream SMP."

Now it was his turn to smile.

#sapnap x reader fluff #dream smp fanfiction #dream team x reader #huneewrites #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #sapnap x reader angst #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #sapnap fanfic #dream smp angst #sapnap x gn!reader

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thek1ngtalks · 3 years

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I am so gay for Fundy

#no there will be no context #mcyt #dsmp #fundy myct #fundy #fundy dsmp #someone please send me fundy x reader fics pls #any #gn or male pls #PROMO YOURSELF PLEASE #k1ng talks #k1ng simps

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unhonest-iago · 1 year

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You Know Dutch?

repost/reupload w/ corrected Dutch as it was pointed out to me by an AO3 commentor.

Gn reader

‘Do we have to?’ Fundy whined as he put on his tie. ‘Yes, we promised we’d go and now we’re going. Now help me out with my necklace, please?’ Holding the two ends of the chain in front of him. Hearing him mutter to himself, ‘Je hebt geluk dat ik van je houd.’ (You’re lucky I love you)

Y/n bent down to kiss his cheek, being taller than Fundy with their heels. ‘Thank you. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late.’ Taking one last glance in the mirror to tame down his hair, Fundy ran out behind them, locking the door behind him. Zero clue that you actually could understand him when he switched into his mother tongue. Niki having gifted y/n a Dutch-English dictionary last Christmas, tired of hearing him gush about them. As Dutch and German were similar languages.

'Ik verdien haar niet. Hij is zo aardig-ik houd van mijn snoepje' (I don’t deserve them. They are so kind—I love my sweetie)

A few drinks in, Fundy had started talking about y/n to anyone that would listen. ‘Het is zo schattig, hoe zijn neus rimpelt wanneer ze lacht.’ (It’s so cute, how their nose scrunches up when they laugh)

‘Okay, thank you all for inviting us but I better get the lightweight home.’ Knowing everyone at the table would never let their foxy live this down if he were to continue. Not that they didn’t like how sappy he got when drunk—showing how much he truly loved them. ‘Hi, baby’ greeting as he excitedly yelled their name. ‘We moeten je naar huis brengen.’ (we need to get you home) Fundy’s face blanched as he realized that y/n was able to understand everything he’d been saying.

‘Jij kent Nederlands?!’ (You know Dutch?!)

#iago writes #fundy x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #mcyt fundy #dsmp fundy #mcytblr #dsmpblr

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angel-anoetic · 2 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do Headcanons for C! awesamdude, C!Ph1lza, and C!Technoblade(separate) with a S/O who is a enderman hybrid who's typically very tough and not afraid of anything, but one day they come home and see their S/O on their bed sobbing and when they ask what's wrong they say something along the lines of "There was a bug and it was big and scary and it could fly!"

(I couldn't see a character limit in your rules so sorry if this is over the limit, if it is you could do Sam and Ph1lza or just Sam)

Also can I be 🍄 Anon (if you can't see the emoji or the emoji is already taken just put me down as Mushroom Anon)

welcome 🍄 anon! my sincerest apologies for this taking so long, but i have been swamped! and no worries! either way, i hope to hear more from you and that you enjoy this!

don't forget to like to save, and reblog to share!

c! DSMP x enderman hybrid! Reader - Creepy-Crawly

[/rom awesamdude, technoblade, fundy; /plat philza]

genres: /rom, /plat, gn!, comforting S/O / friend, ender hybrid

warning(s):

masterlist <3

Awesamdude

⋆ You had met when you had gone off on one of your adventures and stumbled upon a deep cave with torches lighting every path.

⋆ You'd scared him half to death when you suddenly popped your head into the small cave that he was mining through

⋆ And you two ended up growing close due to your longing for adventure and near-death experiences, and his idea of the practical

⋆ The day he came home the house was a mess; items were thrown around, pictures and chests were knocked over.

⋆ "Y/n? Where are you, baby?"

⋆ "Sam! Help me! Please hurry!" He of course ran over to the bedroom and found you standing on a chair holding a large ax

⋆ "Y/n! What is going on are you all right?" You point to the corner of the room where Sam finds the smallest ladybug he's ever seen.

⋆ "It started chasing me! And it was flying and- oh god did I make it angry? Is that why it's red?!"

He laughed, let the bug outside, and helped you down. "You're such a goof."

Technoblade

⋆ So you're not completely used to seeing bugs, living in the tundra your whole life and all.

⋆ So when one day you're home alone and you find one, you're definitely a bit curious and a bit freaked out.

⋆ It was all fun and games until it flew at your face.

⋆ You got so freaked out you couldn't even control how frequently you teleported around the house

⋆ Tech came home and found you having a small spasm attack around your bedroom.

⋆ "Hey hey! What happened?"

⋆ "Some creature- wings-" You began switching between ender and English, so excited by everything happening.

⋆ Tech found the bug and killed it for you, yet he still couldn't convince you to get off the bed until he cleared the entire house.

Fundy

⋆ Fundy...I feel likes he's scared of bugs as well.

⋆ He gets really skiddish around them, especially spiders.

⋆ But for you, he will try to do his best.

⋆ "There was a bug! It was big and scary and it flew! Please find it- I won't be able to sleep tonight until I know it's out of the house Fundy!"

⋆ He givers a nervous laugh but agrees to at least try and find the bug, wiping the tears from your face.

⋆ Armed with a shoe he would enter, and after a few yelps and tosses of multiple decorations, he'd come out, shaken, but victorious against...a large ant.

Philza [plat]

⋆ Phil had taken care of you since you were a kid

⋆ So it's only natural that you ran to him the day you saw a bug the size of you face crawling around your bedroom floor.

⋆ "Phil! Phil please help me!" You shouted, tears burning your face slightly as they fell.

⋆ He was in the small farm and quickly rushed over to you to ensure you were okay.

⋆ "Hey kiddo, are you okay?" He checked you for cuts and scratches.

⋆ "There's a bug in my house! Please Phil I swear it could eat me if it wanted to!"

⋆ He chuckled but went into your home and found the little sucker, a baby spider that seemed quite content with the warmth of your closet.

⋆ "Oh yeah, good thing we caught this one. I think it's poisonous."

⋆ "Really?!"

⋆ "No."

#awesamdude x reader #awesamdude imagine #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #techno imagine #technoblade imagine #fundy x y/n #fundy x reader #fundy imagine #platonic philza x reader #philza & reader #philza imagine #dream smp headcannon #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine

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crystalcow · 3 years

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Hey! do you think you could do a revivebur x child reader, where the reader is his kid and the reader dies in his arms?

I just really love angst c:

thank you!💜

─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─𝑐𝑟𝑦 ─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─

𝑀𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠//𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Masterlist // parental smp

Revivebur x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: gn!

Warnings: death, blood, Wilbur

─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─𝑐𝑟𝑦 ─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─

“Papa!”

The small toddler shouted with joy as they ran into their fathers arms, as he carefully picked them up hugging them closer. “Little star! How was your day with bubba and Auntie Nikki?” He moved some fallen hair from their eyes, kissing their forehead in adoration.

“Bubba was being a groot the whole day.. But Auntie Nikki made us cookies!” The child babbled on grabbing onto Wilburs neck, playing with his hair like a teddy bear.

“She also taught me how to decorate them too.” Wilbur carefully placed them down, watching as fundy proceeded to slam the door to his room. “That moody little Fox.. Come on let’s go patrol around Lmanburg.”

He held them close, the summers breeze flowing through their hair as they traveled on the pathway. Dim lights shone from Tubbos bee house, and loud music playing as Tommy and Tubbo danced in the garden.

The air was warm, stars lighting up the sky with floating lanterns around. No one could deny that it had been a perfect night despite the events from earlier. Dreams attacks becoming more and more frequent, a war on the purge.

Y/n pulled on their fathers hand, dragging him out of his little headspace towards the two teens. Faces lighting up as Tommy went to pick up Y/n, the other dancing and saluting Wilbur as he plucked carrots from the ground.

The older man laughed at the small antics displayed in front of him, begging that these blissful nights never came to an end. For his children and friends, maybe even his own very brother.. Promising to keep them at last.

My dearest love, my brightest light.. I promise to ever hold you at spite. Just forbid you from ever leaving my sight, my darling knight.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

A small sob admitted from the air as explosions rang throughout what was known as Lmanburg. Tnt spewed from left and right destroying what was supposed to be passed down, leaving nothing left but a crater.

Left standing admit from the shambles of grime and dust, three figures stuck within the 3 walls of a stone room. A father and his child, and a ruthless trail of blood behind them.

“Kill me Phil! Stab me right in the chest, forgive me for all the chaos I have created.”

“I can’t you’re my son!”

“Oh Phil, I have my child in my arms, after I forced them to watch their country burn. You can do anything to those you care for.”

So it happened, despite the shouts and begs of protest from a small voice being shoved to the ground. Tears streamed down their cheeks as Philza ran the skilled diamond sword through his sons chest.

Through the heart the wound bled, Y/n forcing themselves up as they ran to Wilburs body despite the shaking in their knees. Phil attempted to pry them away from the body;yet they had refused and clung on, holding Wilburs head to their chest as if their life depended on it.

“You killed him!”

Their voice came out in shambles as they shouted at the man, throat croaking admitting a soul crushing scream. “He’s dead! My fathers dead..”

They continued to whimper, Tommy hugging them from behind bringing their head to his chest while the body floated up to dust. Despite his own hurt, the blonde allowed the teenager to weep in his shoulder whilst whispering quiet affirmations.

“This is how you come back to us?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

My face lit up as I ran into his chest, clinging onto his tall figure for dear life. I couldn’t help but admit small sniffles while looking up to his face after all these years of misshapen misery.

He was back in my arms, yet this time alive..

Id taken the second to take in his appearance as he lifted my head, holding my face in the palms of his hands. A white streak hung from his hair and a wound on the upper part of his shoulder.

“My little star! I’ve missed you.”

I felt my knees buckle from underneath me, it had been some time since I’ve heard that name..

“It’s been five years..” I sobbed into his shoulder, clinging onto the brown trench coat as if it were the only thing keeping me standing. I gasped as I felt a sudden rush flowing through my lower abdomen, shutting my eyes as pain surged through me.

I gasped feeling myself become lighter and lighter as my face slowly became pale. I heard omnimecent shouts coming through somewhere, but I couldn’t tell who or where.

I was confused, looking down as I mustered the faint energy I had left. An arrow was struck through as blood pooled out, crimson color staining my clothing and my fathers coat.

He held onto me bringing my head to his chest, humming a soft tune I’ve heard many times in the past. Faint whispers passed through his lips as he failed to accept the situation.

I had been shot

I’m dying in my fathers arms

It’s so funny how history repeats itself.. yet this time it’s the other way around! The pain I’ve felt for years, the weeks I’ve spent curled up in my bed because of the tragity of my past; I’ve unwillingly passed it onto him.

Maybe we’ll meet again in another life

“I hate you”

𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝗺𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐬𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲

─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─𝑐𝑟𝑦 ─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─

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Ahh I loved writing this! I got a little stuck in the end if you haven’t noticed :) but child smp is back

As always! Request and or ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist!

#submission #dsmp #dream smp #wilburs child #wilbur and fundy #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #tommy innit x reader #tommy innit #philza x reader #philza minecraft #parental smp #lmanburg #lmanhole #revivebur #revivebur x reader

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zachsreaderinserts · 3 years

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sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

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wldflvrs · 2 years

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POWERLESS, fundy

a cc!fundy x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which impulsive decisions during hard times results in fundy on a plane heading home

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, long distance relationship, fluff—i felt so cliche writing this shwjsvb (730 words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, powerless by waterparks

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, another work inspired by a waterparks song! who’s even surprised at this point

Bad days were inevitable. It was a part of human emotions that we feel the bad just as strongly as we do the good and while Fundy would usually be able to have you on the other line to cheer him up and be alright, sometimes all he wanted was to be physically there with you. It was hard to comfort someone through the internet when all he wanted was to feel your touch as he held you tight. Today was no different from one of those days and even as the five hour call you’ve been talking in finally ended as to let you go to bed, Fundy felt the bothersome feelings begin to come back again.

And so, feeling both desperate and powerless at the same time, Fundy had booked a one way ticket to you and packed his bags for the flight which was leaving in less than two hours.

By this time tomorrow, he would be in your arms and that was all he needed to push the nerves aside as he rushed out of his house and into the car. Maybe impulsively flying to you wouldn’t solve his problem but the thought of finally being able to hold you and not have to worry about losing track of time on your late night calls was comforting. And to think that once he got off this plane and grabbed his luggage, he’d only be so much closer to finally experiencing it was something he found hard to wrap his mind around.

This was really happening.

He was really going to see you. He’d finally be able to hold you.

It was really happening.

His mind was a blizzard of thoughts and worries as he slowly made it up to your front door. He was actually here, and on the other side of it stood you, unassuming and possibly furious at the fact that he hasn’t been able to reply to any of your messages for the past few hours.

Dropping his bags onto the ground, he took a deep breath before knocking thrice on the door. First came silence, before the muffled sounds of footsteps and shuffling from inside filled his ears. It’s happening.

The locks were opened and as the door swung open to reveal your frame, he watched as your tired expression quickly morphed into one of excitement and joy before you had run into him, burying your face in his chest as he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you securely. It was like he was scared this would all be a dream, that he’d suddenly wake up and find himself back in the Netherlands despite knowing that was impossible.

After a moment of standing like that, you were the first one to pull away.

“You’re here, you’re- when did you- how?” You asked, mind visibly racing as you tried to process what on earth was happening. Despite you having let go from the hug, you still kept one hand holding onto his loosely.

Fundy let out a small laugh. “I missed you that’s why.” He said as he took your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours. “And I couldn’t wait until the summer to come visit.”

You and both agreed to originally meet up in the summer when the weather was nicer and you’d have more free time. It had been the plan for the past few months but it appears that Fundy was impatient, not that you were complaining at all.

“I’m sorry if I worried you earlier for not replying.” He said and now it was your turn to laugh.

Quirking a brow at your reaction, he was about to open his mouth to say a joke until your arms wrapping around his neck cut him off.

“If this is what happens whenever you don’t answer my calls then I’ll never be mad.”

And if this was how you’d cut him off from now on he wouldn’t really mind either.

His arms remained wrapped around your figure as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and the bad feelings that brought him here seemed to fade.

Even if they weren’t permanently gone, he knew he wouldn’t have to worry so much about it this time because he was finally with you.

After so long of wishing and dreaming of this day, he was finally here.

Fundy was home.

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE 2.0, lmfao i was so close to making this painful instead of fluffy but figured i’d have my first fundy fic be soft

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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Could I ask for c!Wilbur being a gn reader's father figure? Can be either a one shot or headcanons, whichever you prefer. ^_^

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader

Summary: Your life as raised by Wilbur Soot.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, betrayal, hurt.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: I'm not sorry for this, however, I am sorry for if you wanted something different, then you are welcome to request again and I will write another dadbur fic. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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Wilbur Soot

He finds you lurking around the outer skirts of the newly established country of L’Manberg. The country that has yet to declare full independence.

“Hey there, what are you doing around these parts?”

From that day on he took you, the bewildered child from nowhere, under his wing. Letting you into the drug van.

You grow up with Fundy being your older sibling. Wilbur in the first years being there for the two of you.

He teaches you how to play the guitar.

And while you don’t become the best player at it, you can play a couple of camp songs.

Then the independence declaration comes.

And everything changes.

Nice nights with Wilbur, Fundy and Tommy turn into war planning sessions you aren’t allowed into.

You are the youngest citizen of L’Manberg, leading to everyone trying to keep your innocence

Especially Wilbur after he drags Fundy in as a child soldier in his war.

But you are there, right on the battlefield amongst everyone, and you are there afterwards as you help patch up the hurt.

Eret is the one who teaches you how to treat a wound after Wilbur gets an arrow in his shoulder after a tough battle.

Leading to you keeping to Eret whenever Wilbur is planning. And Fundy seems to be running off with Tubbo and Tommy.

On the day of the betrayal, Eret and Wilbur make you stay back in the van, Eret hoping to shield you from what’s gonna go down. And Wilbur hoping to keep you away from the battle on the horizon.

You are there to patch up the wounds from everyone as they respawn.

Wilbur is now more determined to keep you sheltered.

However, this made you more determined to stand on the battlefield fighting for your country.

You are there in the middle of the explosions when they go off. Losing your first life. Fighting for freedom. Fighting for your pseudo father.

Wilbur holds you for hours afterwards.

As you cry into his shoulder.

Wilbur makes you stay back when Tommy is meant to dual Dream, leading to you being the first to see him when he respawns.

Ah, two of the four children traumatised by a war they didn’t ask for.

You are there when the declaration of independence gets signed.

Getting credited as the 2nd little champion.

And everything is good for a while.

Wilbur helps you through your nightmares whenever you wake up thinking there is TNT blowing you up. Or you remember the day everyone respawned. Or remember how hurt and wounded everyone was doing the battles.

You watch as your father drowns himself in government work to not process what happened himself.

You try your best to help him out, but there is only so much you can do.

Then the election gets called, and you are there supporting him, while also helping your big brother Fundy with his campaign.

Wilbur didn’t take lightly to both of his children running a campaign against him. But he lived with it and respected it.

Then Schlatt won.

And you watched as your father and Tommy was chased out of the city.

Fundy holding you back as you break down crying over the sight.

Fundy keeps you from joining Pogtopia, stating it is no place for a child, despite him working as a spy for them and Tommy living there.

So you stay put in the now Manberg.

You are there to pick up the pieces of your older brother falls apart after your father calls him a traitor and states he’s no son of his.

So you venture out through the big forest. Barely stumbling into Pogtopia as nightfall has come.

And you get to see with your own eyes as the man you regards as your father yells at Tommy, Wilbur looks deranged and nothing like the man who raised you.

He never spots you that day, but Tommy does as you head back out again. Through the night filled with horrors beyond your imagination, and you barely make it back to Manberg in one piece.

You aren’t there the day Schlatt gets murdered, having retreated into isolation after having your worldview shattered. A child of war, now a child of trauma.

But you are there, right in the centre cheering on Tubbo as he’s granted the title of L’Manbergs president.

Your own fathers’ actions taking your second life too. You die in the explosion.

From that day on your anxiety worsen, loud noises bringing you to your knees in panic attacks. It had been bad after the war, but now it was unbearably bad.

Fundy started talking with Eret about potential adoption, but he only ends up adopting you, stating Fundy is too old.

And that’s how you deal with your father’s death. Living with the traitor of his country.

And you keep living. Denouncing him as your father, returning to your title of the bewildered child of nowhere.

You keep living in spite. In spite of the man who took two of your lives and made you grow up in a war you never wanted to fight in. And there, while looking over the railing of L’Manberg, is where you spot him.

Ghostbur

You watch as a tinted floating version of your former father wanders around the mostly rebuild crater.

“…Dad?”

“Y/N! My child!”

You can’t believe your own eyes, it’s actually him, it’s actually the man who found you wandering the skirts of the nation you now reside nearby.

And you turn your back to him.

You walk home, to your place in the castle, outside the nation that has caused you so much hurt.

Fundy is the one to make you talk to Ghostbur the second time, telling you about what seems to be going on.

“Would you like some blue Y/n? You’re crying.”

You refuse, wiping your tears away because he doesn’t deserve that from you. He doesn’t deserve the tears he caused himself.

You never call him dad again after the day you spot him. Because your dad died a traitor of the country he made. Leaving you at 14 to deal with the damages he had done.

But now you are 16, with Eret in your back, and your big brother Fundy helping you in any way or form he can. This includes, even more, sheltering, keeping you as far away from the Tubbo administration as he can.

Because you are all children of war, and they never seem to make the right decisions.

His heart breaks every time you remind him that he isn’t your father anymore and that you aren’t his child.

You don’t ever really hang around Ghostbur.

The few times you do, he tells you of stories of you growing up, teaching you guitar, finding you walking around the walls of the country. And he introduces you to your Grandpa Philza. A calm and relatively collected man.

A murder.

Whom took your father away from you all to early.

You like Friend, the blue sheep is a nice distraction to have nearby whenever your deceased father tries to be near you.

You appreciate the effort he makes, wishing he would have made the same efforts when Schlatt helps you within the walls of Manberg.

So when Tommy gets exiled and Ghostbur goes along with him, you aren’t surprised.

It’s always Tommy. And you are alright with that. Both you and Fundy knew from the start, it was always Tommy over the two of you. And you’ve had years to come to terms with that.

You keep yourself neutral in the affairs of the SMP.

Although you do visit Tommy twice, trying to get Fundy with you, but your older brother has a small distaste for the exiled ex-vice president, although he claims to have nothings against the blonde.

You keep out of the city as Tommy gets imprisoned, but you are there to greet him when he gains his freedom. Ghostbur beside you. Offering Tommy blue, and empty promises it of everything being okay now.

So when Tommy tells you he’s gonna smuggle himself into the prison with the help of the ghost, you are there handing him the potions.

When he returns only baring Friend on her leash, you break down. You lost your father once more.

Revivebur

You get an eerily sense of déjà vu over seeing him, standing over the now L’Manberg doomsday crater.

And you speak the word you had sworn to never say to him again.

“Dad?”

And he looks back, taking in the sight of you, Tommy, Tubbo & Ranboo together.

And he smiles.

And you leave.

You don’t end up talking to him again until Tommy seeks you out asking for you to talk to him, and for Fundy to do the same. You don’t know why, but you do it.

So you and Fundy meet him.

“Ah! My children!”

Fundy frowns, and you for the first time stand up to him.

“I am not your child. I am not yours!”

“What?”

“You haven’t been around for a really long time, a lot of things have changed, and so have I.”

You are seething, and for once Fundy doesn’t hold you back, or shelters you. He stands beside you.

“We had to raise ourselves! We had to keep on living after you decided to go blow your precious nation.”

“But you turned out fine! You are all grown up now, and you still have two lives each.”

Fundy pulls you into him, realising Wilbur doesn’t know.

“Y/n is on their last life. You took their second one too. You blew them up yourself. We are done here we are leaving.”

Wilbur calls out to you and Fundy, but neither of you turn around. He might have taken you in, but in the end, the two of you only ever had each other.

Children of war, never get to be children after all.

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mikeyinnit · 3 years

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lovebug

Pairing: Wilbur x GN!Reader

Summary: Wilbur was done with love after he lost Sally, but when Fundy introduces him to one of Niki’s friends, things start to change.

Word Count: 2k words

Notes: Songfic!! I said they would be rare and it’s the second fic I post lmao. Inspired by Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers, totally willing to do a part 2 for this one because I have other ideas with other lyrics and stuff

Tagging: N/A

After Sally, Wilbur wasn’t really looking for anyone else to love, in fact, he had given up on love entirely. He had to focus on his son and the nation he was building from the ground up.

Then you came into the picture.

You were a friend of Niki’s, that’s how he met you. Fundy was visiting the bakery and when Wilbur came to get him, he saw you helping the young fox hybrid make cookies. It was such a sweet sight that he took a moment to just enjoy seeing his son have a great time. When he did enter, Fundy introduced the two.

“This is Y/N! They’re one of Niki’s friends. Y/N, this is my dad. He’s single.”

Of course his son would throw him under the bus like that. But you just laughed, and god did you have a beautiful laugh, and held out your hand. A gesture that Wilbur returned with one of his charming grins.

“Fundy’s talked about you all day, I feel like I know you already…” you had trailed off, obviously Fundy only referred to him as my dad, prompting him to give his name.

“Wilbur Soot.”

“Wilbur. It’s great to meet you.”

You gave him your phone number, clearly you were as taken with Fundy as the boy was to you, for him or his son to use anytime. Then you said your goodbyes for the night as you sent them on their way with the cookies you and Fundy baked along with some extra baked goods.

Called you for the first time yesterday

Wilbur hadn’t used your number for a good couple of days. He had been busy with L’Manberg and honestly had barely had time to see his son, let alone the enchanting stranger.

Today was a day that he could actually spend quality time with Fundy, and obviously all of that time at the bakery while he was working just made the young boy want to bake cookies with his dad. Unfortunately, Fundy was very specific with what cookies he wanted to make. The ones he baked with you.

“These don’t taste like the ones Y/N made.” Was said numerous times throughout the night no matter how Wilbur changed the recipe so eventually, he just gave up and called you to figure it out.

“Hello?”

Your voice rang out through the telephone and it instantly felt like all of the stress of this baking night was leaving his body.

“Y/N, it’s Wilbur. We met at Niki’s the other day?”

“Wilbur! Of course. How are you? How’s Fundy?”

Another grin was brought to his face at you almost immediately asking about Fundy, though he didn’t have the chance to respond as the aforementioned hybrid returned from getting more ingredients for the cookies and practically begged his father to put you on speaker so he could talk to you as well.

“Y/N!!”

It was almost like he could hear the smile on your face as you spoke to Fundy. “Fundy! What are you up to?”

“We’re trying to bake cookies but dad can’t make them like you.”

Wilbur heard that laugh again, that beautiful laugh that he first heard at the bakery.

“That’s because your dad probably doesn’t know the secret ingredient that we used to bake those cookies. How about you give the phone back to him so I can let him know and then I’m sure you two will bake the best cookies ever.”

Then the phone was back in his hand and he spoke, “Secret ingredient?”

You grinned as you answered, “I just told him to tell the dough nice things in his life. Some people say speaking love into the dough helps, I don’t know if it’s true or not but he had fun with it.”

It sounded ridiculous, but Wilbur decided to try it.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

This time, Fundy thought the cookies were perfect.

I finally found the missing part of me

You became a big part of his routine after that night. He would see you at the bakery every time he came to get his son, he called you even when he was at work, you quickly became an important part of his life. Fundy loved you, days together often involved him telling Wilbur all about whatever the two of you got up to.

Wilbur wasn’t a stranger to love, he loved Sally, he loved his country, he loved his son. But it felt very different with you. He couldn’t even say it was love yet, you just felt like you fit with him and Fundy. You were kind, and obviously cared about his son, you were funny, the texts and calls he exchanged with you never failed to put a smile on his face. And you cared about his son a lot, which was certainly not a negative. For the two of them, it felt like you were the perfect fit to the puzzle they didn’t realize was missing a piece.

I felt so close but you were far away

Getting used to having you in his routine meant it really sucked when you traveled to a village far away. Fundy missed you and honestly, Wilbur did too. You promised the young boy that you wouldn’t be gone for long, and told him that he was welcome to call you at anytime. Which Fundy took full advantage of. Every night before the young fox hybrid went to bed, he called you on Wilbur’s phone and the two of them heard about your day and they shared details of their own. On certain nights, you even joined Wilbur in singing a lullaby for him.

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and that absolutely seemed true with your trip. Both of the boys missed you and wondered when you would be back, but luckily, you came back within a month. And you came back with plenty of gifts for Fundy, which made the boy ridiculously happy. You even got a gift for Wilbur, which was certainly a pleasant surprise since really, you being back was enough of a gift for him.

That night, he invited you over for dinner. He said it was to celebrate your return, which is true, but he also just wanted to spend time with you now that you were back. You agreed, and the three of you even tried baking dessert, which resulted in a small flour fight initiated by you.

Wilbur usually liked everything in order and in his control, something like throwing flour around and making a complete mess of his kitchen is something that Tommy would enjoy, but somehow it felt okay with you and his son.

I never thought that I’d catch this lovebug again

After that night, Wilbur came to realize that he did like you, if not love you. You were a nice balance to his control and an escape from the stress of his job as president.

At first, it felt like a betrayal to Sally. He decided he was going to focus on his son and his nation, not love. He decided that long before you came into the picture and he was a man of his word. Even if that word was only said to himself.

He knew he couldn’t just outright ignore you. Not only would that be unfair to you, it wouldn’t be fair to Fundy. So he had to deal with it another way, throwing himself further into his work. It meant less time with his son but it was very productive for L’Manberg. Plus it meant Fundy got to see you and Niki more so Wilbur is certain that the young fox would understand and perhaps enjoy this more than spending time with him.

There was a knock at his door but Wilbur didn’t even look up as he called out, “Come on in.” Obviously it wasn’t Tommy since the boy never knocked but it could have been Tubbo or Jack Manifold or even someone from outside of L’Manberg.

“You would think that in a time of peace, the president would have more free time.”

He knew that voice. He could never forget the face that went along with it. Your smile and eyes never left his mind even with him trying his hardest to shut out the rest of the world.

“Y/N, I wasn’t expecting to see you. What brings you by?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Fundy told me you’ve been sleeping here lately so I thought I would check on you.”

And there was that kindness again. The kindness that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

“I’m okay, Y/N. Just busy.”

“Too busy to stop by the bakery to see your friends? Or to even come home and see your son at night?”

There was an edge to your voice and Wilbur wasn’t sure how he felt about it, obviously he thought that Fundy would prefer spending time with you and Niki over himself but it seemed like you disagreed.

You strongly disagreed.

“I’ve just been busy. Running a country is a lot of work, Fundy will understand. He gets to see you and Niki more anyways, he’s happier that way.” He shifted his eyes back to the papers in front of him, letters he had been drafting for the past two hours and couldn’t get anywhere with.

“Fundy is a child, Wilbur. Niki and I are happy to see him at the bakery but we aren’t replacements for his dad. His dad who suddenly became “too busy” almost overnight. What happened?”

It truly was sweet the way you cared about his son that much. Enough to come to his office when you could be sleeping. This could have been a good moment for him to say what was on his mind, that he thinks he was falling in love with you and didn’t want to betray his dead wife. But he lied.

“Tommy has been getting into trouble with Dream recently, I want to make sure we don’t fight in another war so soon. Or ever again.” It was a solid lie, Tommy had a reputation for being a troublemaker and he could use that to his advantage. You seemed like you were about to speak, probably about Fundy, so he spoke first, “I promise that I will talk to Fundy and see him more as soon as I get this figured out. Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice to know that someone else cares about Fundy this much, he needs that.”

“It’s not just him that I care about, Wilbur. I wish you would see Fundy more sooner but I was also worried about you, I know you care about him so something had to be going on for you to miss seeing him this often.”

Well that certainly didn’t help with him trying to ignore these feelings.

“Then I thank you again. I really appreciate it. Goodnight, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Wilbur.”

I kissed them for the first time yesterday

Wilbur kept the promise he made to you. Considering the reason he gave you for being busy was a lie, it wasn’t hard to get back to seeing his son and by extension, you.

If you asked him, he would say he’s handling his feelings for you rather well now. He hasn’t done anything about it but he isn’t shutting out the world so, progress.

It was another dinner night with you and Fundy, you had brought desert with you this time so they didn’t have another flour fight but it was still lovely. After he sent Fundy to bed, you stuck around.

The two of you had been sitting on the couch together for a whole, just talking about anything, and maybe it was just because it was late and you looked so beautiful but something came over Wilbur and he asked, “Would you mind if I tried something?”

You nodded, curious about what he was going to try, but you didn’t stay curious for long as Wilbur gently cupped your face with one hand and leaned in to kiss you.

A kiss that you returned.

I never thought that I’d get hit by this lovebug again

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