#platonic dsmp x reader

[if-you-feel-lonely]

p!cc!schlatt w teen!reader who met because they both joined the dsmp at the exact same time and they ended up getting terrifyingly close? n maybe a drabble or hcs, up to you!

- ☕️

Omg pretend this isn't a month late.

They/them pronouns for this one 🫶

TW: swearing

You were the last person Schlatt expected to befriend from this SMP

He knew some people, and he knew of some people

You, however, where a complete stranger

You two spoke a bit when you first joined, and it felt oddly natural

It was weird to talk to someone he'd just met (nevermind a CHILD) like he'd been best friends with you for years

You just had that effect on people, I suppose

Lots of weird jokes came out of your unlikely friendship

"Hey, that is my CHILD you're talking about, back the fuck up."

A very bad influence on you

Definitely convinces you to do very out of pocket things

Likes to call you when you're at school, especially if you live in a different timezone

"Hey man, what's up?"

"It's six o'clock in the morning where you are, why the fuck are you ringing me?"

"Damn, would a hello have killed you or something?"

Yeah.

This man is a risk to your mental stability (assuming that you have any)

A very "I don't care what you do but don't get hurt" sort of older brother figure

He'll only snitch on you to someone else if he thinks you'll actually get hurt from what you're doing

And even then he'll try to get you to stop himself before he calls someone

Very much wants to meet up with you

Would pay for trains, flights, whatever it took

Would even drive or fly to you himself if you couldn't

Always tells you to stay in school and not drop out

He wants you to have a backup plan if things don't go to plan, and I honestly rate that

Doesn't mean he won't call your teachers stupid and say your work is pointless, but you win some, you lose some

But if you're genuinely not getting anything from it and it's a waste of your time, he'll just tell you to do what you think is best

Goes feral when you get weird people in your chat

"THAT IS A CHILD. A LITERAL CHILD."

Doesn't matter if you legally become an adult, you're still a child

You two have a joke where you call him old and he calls you an infant

"You're basically a fetus, shut the fuck up."

"Alright grandad, calm down. We have to be back at the home soon."

You're both very chaotic

pretend this isn't incredibly short because I'm trying to get some writing out :,)

#lonely writes #lonely asks #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #platonic dsmp x reader #platonic mcyt x reader #platonic dream smp x reader #platonic schlatt x reader #platonic jschlatt x reader

[s4turns-r1ngs]

:o

Hihi! hru doing????

requests are open so im requesting >:3

could you do anyone with a gn!teen reader? platonic obvi

maybe their ears are super sensitive atm and theyre somewhere loud and it just makes them want to cry? [how would they comfort/help the reader?]

totally not me right now no never-

omg hihi! im tired. and coping. yk how it is. listening to jack stauber as one does. same old same old.

also me 🤝 you <- not liking loud noises sometimes

age isn’t really mentioned tbh. couldn’t really find a way to bring it up sorry :[

pronouns: aren’t mentioned

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— » » c!tommyinnit

+ tbh, he might be a little bit of the problem

+ but as soon as he notices you upset and flinching at an loud noises he immediately quiets down

+ takes you to a quiet area with little to no sound

+ maybe to his bench if its quiet enough there

+ gets you a blanket and plays one of his music discs

+ maybe braids your hair if its long enough/you want him to

— » » c!tubbo

+ personal headcanon of mine that c!tubbo is hard of hearing

+ so he generally speaks louder and people speak louder around him

+ once he notices that youre upset, he quiets down and asks if youre okay

+ takes you to a quiet area in snowchester

+ but not before giving you the biggest fucking coat or jacket he can find

+ and earmuffs. (he doesnt know if they help with the sound or not, but he gives them to you anyway)

+ talks as quiet as he can about michael and ranboo

+ if he gets too loud he will immediately apologize and quiet down again

+ honestly just tries to do his best to provide some kind of small distraction. he (like tommy) likes to talk a lot, so honestly, silence is out of the question.

+ he tries his best, though!

— » » c!ranboo (not ghostboo)

+ when he notices youre upset, he quietly taps you on the shoulder and gestures to an area away from the noise

+ he’s definitely a quiet one, so he probably just takes you somewhere with a little bit of background noise (he doesnt like completely silence)

+ maybe a nice little stream or something!

+ if youll let him, he’ll probably doodle on your arm or hand. small little flowers and stars <3

+ puts his jacket/cape (depends on how you see his character design) over your shoulder like some sort of small blanket :)

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[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

💛 DAY 5 OF MONSTER WEEK — ANGEL PHILZA

[1500+]

[gender-neutral]

Description: You're a priest for Lady Death when you kinda... accidentally... refuse to let the grim reaper claim a soul.

[Read the rest under the cut]

You were raised within a church worshipping Lady Death, who you have always cherished. You have always been told you should never fear death, as it is only natural, it is an unstoppable force. Or, that's what they told you when you had caughten the Withering Effect, a terminal disease with no known cure.

Of course, you had agreed. This has been written in Lady Death's plans far before you knew how to speak, this is your natural course, fear would stop nothing.

Now, facing off an angel, whose darkened black wings you've only seen in portraits, with golden hair and narrowed eyes like from the sculptures. Sir Philza, Lady Death's most beloved angel, has come to take a soul and you refuse to let it happen.

Behind you is a young boy, with similar golden hair and pure sky blue eyes, now watery as they cower and clutch at your robes. He is sickly pale, he is so young.

"Sir Philza," Your voice does not quiver, which surprises you because bravery has never been a title of yours. "I beg of you, do not take this young soul from us. I will offer you anything."

"Even your soul," His eyes, icy blue daggers, cling to your face, to your eyes. They see too much, you feel naked, you don't look away. "It is only natural for disturbing nature so."

"If that is the price, let it be so," You kneel, still keeping the young boy behind you. "I will pay any dues."

Sir Philza looks over you, dancing over every relaxed muscle with a fine-toothed comb, as if searching for any fear. You cannot show it, you will not let the young boy die having lived such an empty life. His eyes aren't icy anymore, there is something substantial in them when he looks at you, as if your choice was respectable instead of ruinous. "I shall accept no soul today. It is my boon to you."

"You are a generous lord, Sir," You stay on your knee, head dipped to your chest. "And what is it you wish instead?"

"I shall accompany you until you die. I wish to see why it is you live so…" Sir Philza's lips audibly pucker, "Interestingly. I can't imagine this is a common occurrence."

"As you wish, Sir," You try to take as stealthy of a deep breath as you can, disbelieving that you had succeded in your insane actions.

{《☆》}

You had arrived at the temple with Sir Philza and Tommy, who had insisted on joining you to protect you from Sir Philza, who has firmly cemented himself in the young boy's head as evil. Having brought Sir Philza along with you, your fellow priests had spoken only politely to you, with none of their usual casual speech, as if you were a Saint instead of their friend, It all felt so alienating.

Sir Philza has been shadowing you since and with Tommy's health rapidly getting better, he also followed you around. It was only after a week did Sir Philza seem inclined to inform you that Tommy had the magical attunement to become a Saint to Lady Death.

Of course, you had told Tommy, who insisted on doing morning and afternoon prayers with you to see if Lady Death could stop what he called "the dying of your light" which Sir Philza pleasantly translated as Tommy seeing your soul dying. Truly heartening.

"Sir Philza," You took the time to initiate a conversation with the angel at least once a day, both from obligation and curiosity, "How long have you been collecting souls for Lady Death, our records are unclear."

"I'm not quite sure," Sir Philza paused, "I was born very early, far before any other angel could recall. I must at least be half a million years old at this point."

"Oh," You can't say you expected a number that large.

"Wow, you're old," Tommy chimes in unhelpfully. "You're like a grandpa. Grandpa Phil."

Sir Philza smiles, every day he seems to become more endeared to Tommy, and now he positively beams, "I am a grandpa, so I suppose you're allowed to call me as such, young saint." He looks far more pleased than he pretends.

"I wasn't aware angels could have children," You say before Tommy can disrespect the powerful angel more. "Are you the exception or should I fix our records."

"A little of both," Sir Philza doesn't need to think for this one, "It's completely possible but since most of our children are born mortal, angels don't bother. So, I'm definitely an exception to something."

"And were they?" You blurt before you can stop yourself. You cough, "Mortals, Human I mean."

"Yes," Sir Philza looks down at Tommy, who looks considerably more bored as he starts stacking and breaking towers of books. His face is wound tightly in pain, "My son was born mortal, as was my grandchild. I--," his breath catches, "I killed him myself."

"Oh," You weren't sure what you were expecting. Then, your wounds flare and you grunt, "My apologies for asking such a thing."

"It's no bother," Sir Philza laughs it off. He is a very kind person, you've found out. He is polite even though he's of such a high status, cares for humanity, and adores children. He is more human than some people you've met, even as an angel. "How has your daily prayers going," His eyes curve as he smiles, "I imagine Tommy is a delight so early in the morning."

'You sigh heavily, "Do not get me started, Sir Philza. I'm beginning to think he is an imp not a saint."

He laughs, "Oh yes, I can imagine. Were it not for my aversion to mornings, I'd join you just for the sight."

"You don't need to see it to know," You gesture your hands as you talk, "Every priest in the temple is talking of the newest way Saint Tommy's disrupted morning prayers. Most find it endearing but Sir Marshall has written multiple strongly worded letters, none of which Tommy had bothered to read."

"I read some of them," Tommy protested, "But he uses too many long words and they get boring quickly."

"That's fair, young saint," Sir Philza ruffles Tommy's hair, "If I read every letter sent to me, I would also stop reading them all at some point."

"Sir Philza," You stay, scandalized. Then your stomach feels inclined to rearrange itself and your vision blacks out from the pain. Tommy is being kept preoccupied from noticing by Sir Philza, who can tell just by looking at you how little time is left.

{《☆》}

He finds you sitting outside one day, staring into the sky. Your soul is weak, dim and dying. There is so much melancholy in this painted picture; a dying priest sitting in a garden, surrounded by life, staring at stars which are simultaneous dying and being reborn every second.

"Why did you let me live that day," You trace lines at the stars, memorizing the constellations' unique shine. You don't look over when you hear Sir Philza sit. "What did you see in me."

There's a pause before Sir Philza breaks it hesitantly, "You protected that young boy. You wanted to protect his pure soul, even though he was a stranger. You were unwavering, unstoppable."

"You let me live because I don't fear Death," You surmise because it's the only thing you can fathom.

"I let you live becauseyou fear Death," Sir Philza corrects, tone ever so soft, "If you hadn't feared Death I would think you a fool but… You protected Tommy even when you were afraid. You didn't hesitate, you didn't back down. Your kindness is rare and your strength even rarer."

"You flatter me," Your eyes settle down to your lap, embarrassed to hear such a spin on that story. In your memories, it had been sudden and quick. You had been afraid, very afraid actually. But you have never once regretted it and you wouldn't've even if you had actually died. "I have a lot to thank you for, Sir Philza,"

"At that moment, you looked like an immovable object," Sir Philza said, voice quiet like the admission was a secret. It's almost like he hadn't heard you. "You reminded me of Lady Death."

"That's a high compliment, Sir, really but…" You faltered, finally looking over at him. He was looking at you too, as if he was seeing through you, cradling your soul with his warm smile, like a parent holding their child. "I will miss this after I die."

Sir Philza's smile loses its warmth and he looks as sad as you feel, "I will miss this too. You are a special soul, young priest, and it's an honour to know you."

"I should be the one saying that," You laugh sadly, gazing back up at the stars. They shine extra bright tonight as if to say We see you too, we burn for you. "I have a selfish request to make."

"Anything," Sir Philza says, with no pause this time.

"I would like for you to be the last thing I see," You whisper, "You and Saint Tommy."

"If that's what you wish," Sir Philza says, voice oh so warm, oh so mourning, "Then it shall be so. I'll ask someone to fetch Tommy. You won't die alone."

"Thank you," You smile, feeling nothing but relief. Maybe you're a fool right now because you're not the slightest bit afraid.

{《☆》}

[Okay, this was supposed to be longer but I'm already late and also have to be up in like 4 hours so just pretend the jump of strangers to friends makes sense PLEASE]

[Anyways, please don't be me. Get sleep, lots of it. Oh and check out the PROMPT LIST OoOOohhHhHWwWweEEeEeEee]

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[sunshine-on-marz]

But what if I don’t want you dead?

BIG OL’ TRIGGER WARNING

Suicide, major character death, lots of blood (omg so much blood), screaming, crying, throwing up (no but actually),just lots of angst lmao

This is a story crafted from the canon characters of the DSMP. While this is not based on the events of the lore, it is also not at all based on the real people. Also, Dream is in this story so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free to not read, I’ll see ya next time!

“Holy shit. Holy shit! Dream!” The tears began rolling down your cheeks as you watched the man who’d helped you through just about everything fall into a pool of lava. Sapnap holds you back as you attempt to run over to the blonde. You screamed and thrashed, begging him to let you go. He simply pulled you into his chest as you punched his chest, over and over. You screamed until you slouched to the floor from exhaustion. Sapnap simply knelt down with you and cried as well. It took a few minutes for him to calm down. He lifted you up to your feet and guided you out of the cave. Once the two of you reached the mouth you where only sniffling and dry heaving. George had been waiting for the both of you. As soon as he saw the both of you, he ran up to you and hugged you. “I’m so sorry y/n, I’m so so sorry.” You stayed in his arms until he let go, you wanted to scream, scream at George that it was all his fault, but you knew it wasn’t. He was just doing what he had to. Dream knew what was going to happen when he spoke up to Schlatt, and this was simply repercussions. “Y/n?” The voice you heard wasn’t George, or Sapnap, but Karl. He spoke again. “Hey y/n? Are you awake?” You sat up slowly. “Good morning sunshine” you nodded your head to Karl’s sad smile. “G’mornin doctor.” He sat down next to your cot. “You passed out, Sap brought you in and told me what happened, I’m so sorry kid” you smiled in acknowledgement and fell back onto the pillow behind you. “I’m guessing you don’t have any meds that can bring him back, huh?” Karl shakes his head. “Sadly not.” You sighed “I assumed” you began to swing your feet off of the cot. But as you stood up Karl placed his hand on yours. “Y/n, last time he was here it was after a nether incident. His boot laces got a bit scorched and I uhm, I still have the laces, if you want them.” You looked at him for a moment before responding, “yes please”. He got the laces out of a drawer. You took one and wrapped it around your wrist like a bracelet. You placed the other in your pocket. You then left the hospital and walked to Dream’s old house. You opened the door and walked to the guest room that had slowly morphed into your second bedroom. You grabbed a book and began to write your final good bye. As you finished your signature you heard the front door fly open and both George and Sapnap scream your name. You tried to hide the letter but George opened the before you could. “Y/N!” He flung himself onto you in a hug before seeing the paper. You tried to sway it away but George grabbed it and started reading. He teared up just as Sapnap walked in. While Sap took in the scene infront of him George finished reading the letter. Then the paper was handed to Sapnap and George wrapped his arms around your torso. “Y/N, please, I can’t lose you to. You’re all I have left of him, please, please we love you so much” you started crying to. Sapnap just leaned back and slid down the wall with tears streaming down his face silently. He then looked to you and George and walked over to the both of you. Sapnap lightly unwrapped George around you and lifted you up like he would when you where younger. You wrapped your legs around him and put your nose into his shoulder. He started quietly humming and swaying the both of you to his song. Not long after George wrapped his arms around both you and Sap. The three of you where just…there. It felt safe though. Your little family may have shrunken but it was still unbreakable.

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Oooooo lawd. I’m so sorry y’all- I was in an angst mood-

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[thek1ngtalks]

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.

{《☆》}

[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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[faye-writes-stuff]

welp here we go again

INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.

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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo

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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me

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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.

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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what

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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.

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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE

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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.

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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:

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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.

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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't

ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so

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[fandomlit]

and scene (sbi x reader)

summary you make the mistake of telling your friends that your sociology class is boring. they change that for a day.

warnings swearing, implications of suggestive themes, fighting (but playfully)

a/n aka i’ve been watching too much gilmore girls lately

gif cred belongs to @m-iyaeto​

in a lecture hall with two hundred students, it was easy to get bored. it was rare that the professor’s eye was tuned directly into one particular student, and even more rare that that student was you. sociology was an interesting topic, but not interesting enough to keep you from nearly sliding out of the small, cramped seat as you dozed off.

your attention was finally grabbed when the door slammed open. you sat up straight in your seat as a familiar blur stormed toward the row you sat at, demanding, “y/n l/n!”

of course, it only could’ve been wilbur soot.

the entire class stopped short to ogle at the tall man now staring down across four students to where you sat in your row. your professor didn’t seem to know what to say in that moment.

“where were you this morning?”

your heart was already racing from all the attention that had suddenly been turned on to you. you racked your brain but you would’ve sworn you had never made plans with wilbur for that morning, had he not been so quick to interrupt you.

“so what, it-it’s one night of hot, searing passion and then you’re gone?” he demanded, voice too loud and too clear throughout the suddenly too small lecture hall. you swore you had never felt so much heat fill your body; you had certainly not spent the night with your best friend.

“wil, wh-”

“oh, save your excuses for tonight!” he yelled out. giggles and murmurs were starting to reach your ears as you started to lift yourself out of your seat. “yeah, we’re still having dinner with my parents, by the way!”

before you could yell at him and protest, the door came crashing open for a second time. “y/n!”

it was technoblade, out of breath and gripping flowers. his vermillion gaze was locked on you and you felt like a deer suddenly in a big, bright headlight. 

“y/n, this can’t be the end for us,” technoblade spoke in his strong, powerful voice and suddenly you hated your friends so, so much. “not when i still feel this way for you.”

“you had your chance, brother!” wilbur yelled down to the longer-haired man.

your professor took this chance to speak up, “gentleman, i do not think this is the space for this dispute-”

technoblade cut him off without a thought, “you’re telling me you’re the better option out of the two of us?”

“i was the first!” wilbur started to descend down the steps again toward his brother. “she never told you about that night in the rain, did she?” that’s when technoblade threw him into a headlock and suddenly they were wrestling on the likely-disgusting carpet of the lecture hall. your classmates were cheering and laughing all around you, but you were absolutely mortified. just when you had buried your face in your hands, the door slammed open for a third time and a whistle blew in the room.

your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw it was tommy, wearing a terribly cheap-looking policeman’s costume with the loud whistle between his lips. did they take him out of school for this?

“you two, break it up!” he yelled dramatically, tearing his brothers off of each other. “no crimes of passion in the university!” they finally broke apart in a fit of suppressed laughter and breathlessness. “see what you’ve done, y/n?” all eyes were on you again. tommy slung his arms over his brothers’ shoulders. “let this be a lesson to you all! never fall for the siren that is y/n l/n!” 

wilbur and tommy bowed as the class cheered and hollered. technoblade nodded at you and threw the bouquet of flowers. one of the guys in front of you caught it and offered it to you. you couldn’t help but let an embarrassed laugh slip as you took the arrangement into your hand. your smile made wilbur and tommy let out a loud cheer and technoblade clap before they scampered out of the class.

you threw your warm face into your hand again as the class’s excitement died down and your professor began, “well..” you heaved a loud sigh that made the girls next to you laugh again. “i think l/n here made friends with too many theater majors..” the class chuckled. “you did know those gents, correct?”

you nodded and gathered up what voice you could, “not as well as they implied, but..” the class broke into more laughter. “yes. they’re my best friends.”

“good, good,” the professor chuckled. “well class, let’s take this as an example of breaking societal norms.” you tuned the professor out again as you willed the embarrassed heat to leave your body, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.

you were going to get those damned boys back.

#dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #sbi x reader #sbi family x reader #platonic!sbi x reader #platonic!sbi family x reader #wilbur x reader #platonic!wilbur x reader #technoblade x reader #platonic!technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader

[prrism]

Brainrot: Y/N is XD's demigod child, sometimes XD just casually walks around the SMP and Y/N once simply said "hey dad" while XD just laughs before saying "Hi kiddo" and everyone in SMP is WTF? ! (XD is laughing his ass off at the mortals reaction while Y/N tries not to laugh).

I’m 100% here for the casual chaos, sorry this took so long to write 😅 I wanted to try writing in a headcanon format since it’s not something I normally do, so I’m sorry in advance if it’s bad

Casual Greeting

Summary: When you see your father, Dream XD, paying a visit to his server you decide to go say hi, thing is very few knew you were his kid… until now anyways…

Characters: Dream XD, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Dream, George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Karl, Wilbur, Foolish, Awesamdude, Quackity

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

Of course you never told your friends about your godly nature and powers, wanting to blend in as much as possible, but sometimes you’d secretly use your abilities for some extra fun

XD had decided to visit his server and see how well the mortals in it were thriving *cough*visit George*cough*

Cue you walking down prime path with the Bench Trio, casually passing the god

“Sup dad!”

He could hear the smirk in your voice, one of his own forming when the trio freeze in place, staring between you and XD

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

It didn’t take long after that for word to spread that you were XD’s kid

Tommy and Tubbo were flipping out bombarding you with questions while Ranboo scrambled to write everything he could into his memory book

You’re getting spammed messages from Sapnap, Quackity and Sam and you can hear the shock for you not having told them this news sooner

Bad, Wilbur and Karl are the ones who’ll go out of their way to find where you are and then proceed to ask you countless questions

Those like Foolish, Dream and George already knew about your status as a demigod by one means or another

With just about everyone freaking out over this “big” reveal you’re not even trying to hide your laughter at the ridiculousness

And XD is right there beside you having the time of his life watching everyone scramble to wrap their heads around the news

Once the initial shock has passed you’re a bit more open to using your godly powers around the SMP

The pranks, boy oh boy, the pranks you’re now able to get away with

People can say you’re the one who lifted their house 10ft off the ground but who’s to say for sure

On top of that you get more visits from Dream XD

He says it’s to make sure you don’t end up using your abilities to blow something up you’re not supposed to, but you know he secretly likes being able to visit you more often

Like I said, I’m still getting used to writing in a headcanon format but how was that for a first try? Anyways, I hope everyone has an awesome day

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #dream xd #dream xd x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo #tubbo x reader #ranboo #ranboo x reader #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap #sapnap x reader #dsmp dream #dream x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #badboyhalo x reader #awesamedude x reader #quackity x reader #foolish x reader #karl jacobs x reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

#platonic but could be interpreted as romantic! #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x you #charlie slimecicle x y/n #wilbur soot #philza minecraft #tubbo #tom simons vlog #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #crack fic

[character-dsmp-things]

Hi love <33 Could u do like a (platonic) SBI x Reader where the reader's like a teenager, maybe a year younger than tommy? And they're really good with weapons, fighting and pvps? Take ur time on this or feel free to ignore this, have a great day, love. xx

AGH IVE BEEN ABSENT APOLOGIES

C!SBI and Young Fighter Reader

Platonic SBI!!

Techno

Takes to you like a good older brother.

“You know you’re better at this than Tommy. He’s gonna be really upset.”

“I’m gonna actually have to start trying. If you keep it up.”

“You’ve got the mind of a warrior, but do you have the heart.”

Would likely be nit picky about the little mistakes you make, just to give you something to work on. Overall he’d probably bring you out on hunting missions to help train you more for the outside world.

Tommy

The usual sibling rivalry he says he hates you but would fight for you.

“Why do you have to be better than me!”

“It’s not fair! Just because Technoblade likes you more doesn’t mean you’re a better fighter!”

Would likely tattle to Wilbur, or bring him into fights.

Asks for tips 24/7

Wilbur

Probably watches you and techno train.

“Be weary Techno! Y/n is getting pretty good they might just beat you out!”

You’ve probably had to help him out of more than one sticky situation.

“Geez you can handle a sword. Maybe you could teach Tommy a thing or two”

Philza

Feels inclined to protec

You remind him strongly of Techno,

“Nice shot kiddo. You did well.”

“I told you, that you could do it!”

Definitely gifts you nicely crafted swords as gifts.

Hope this is what you wanted!!

#dsmp #dsmp headcanon #dsmp x reader #mcyt #sleepyboisinc #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!techno #c!philza #c!dsmp x reader #platonic

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine being in a Lovejoy music video

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp imagine #mcyt imagine #lovejoy x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x platonic reader #wilbur soot x male reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n

[if-you-feel-lonely]

HII MARIN! :D can you write p!cc!jack w/ teen!reader who uses he/him? like a jschlatt/tommy relationship, where reader looks up to him? :))

I felt this request awake a dark demon in my bones ngl /pos. I'm so sorry it took so long, I ltr started writing this around Christmas Eve or Christmas day, then got really distracted by my family and cosplay-

I did headcanons since it wasn't specified but I'll happily reuse this idea in something else ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

TW: swearing, mentions of LSD

You two met through the dream SMP

You joined around the same time as Ranboo, and you were about a year younger than Tommy

He was very glad to no longer be the youngest on the server

One of the first people you met on the server was Jack, which was incredibly shocking to you

This guy you'd admired since you started out??? BEING FRIENDLY TO YOU??? NAH....

You sort of followed him around like a lost puppy, and he didn't seem to notice

Either that or he did and just didn't mind

You absolutely refuse to mention that you admired (and still kind of do) him

You would rather die than have him find that out

But if he does???

Jesus Christ he'll tease you about it

To be fair, he'll be so confused and a bit impressed with himself at first

Tommy probably told him without thinking about it. On stream.

😀

Me? Personally? I would not let that slide- /ref

"You know Y/n used to, like, really admire you?"

"Fuck off, no he didn't!"

"I think he still does 'n all. Mad, innit?"

This feels like I'm an american trying to write a British character when I'm just writing the way I speak I hate it here

You were pissed at Tommy, since you'll never live this down

But now that the public knew too?

So many compilations along the lines of "Y/n being Jack's little brother for _ minutes straight" has you blushing like mad

"Tommy, I actually fucking hate you."

"You are ENAMOURED with me, don't even lie."

Jack is so shocked and honoured that he's your inspiration and he's the reason you started streaming

Kicking his feet like a school girl sucking on LSD tabs like lollipops

He will never let it go. Ever

Millions of fans all around the world don't compare to the one he's friends with

If you ever jokingly insult him, he'll respond with "that's no way to speak to your idol" and every time he does it you die inside just a little bit

He mentions it at every given opportunity

If he misses a chance, you've met his evil twin

In all seriousness, though, he's so happy that you came this far with him as your inspiration

He inspired your career??? HE did that???

He's sort of in disbelief about it

It's so precious oh my god

He treats you like he treats his actual brother

He teases you sometimes, but it's light-hearted and all in good fun

Goes absolutely feral if you have people insulting you or those sorts of people in your chat (iykwim)

Convinced you to make him a mod in your stream

Usually your streams together are chaotic and loud, but there's the occasional relaxed stream where you just sit and talk and chill out

Chat loves it

In said stream, someone cries (/pos), someone nearly falls asleep and someone says the most emotional, touchy-feely shit known to man

It's very common for those streams to be clipped

Your friendship is adorable

#lonely asks #lonely writes #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #jack manifold #jack manifold x reader #platonic jack manifold x reader #platonic mcyt x reader #platonic dsmp x reader #platonic dream smp x reader

[s4turns-r1ngs]

Hi i saw that requests are open so I'm requesting if it's not a problem can i have a platonic bench trio with a 15 y/o female reader who's a gaming developer and also Trinidadian?

I AM SO SORRY i have no idea how long this has been sitting in here i apologize SO MUCH

i also had no idea what a trinidadian was before looking it up just now, so that's also a bit of a problem. so instead of most likely getting something wrong, i just didn't bring it up. hope that's okay <:]

pronouns: she/her

p!cc!bench trio + fem!reader

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-> when they first find out that you develop games, they're immediately interested

-> they're all like "oh what games do you make? how long does it take you to do a certain part? could we try playing them?"

-> they would talk about you on stream (if you're okay with it) and say things like "oh yeah, we have a friend who's working on a really cool game!! she's been working on it for a while now and it seems really interesting" before going over the basic concept of the game (again, if you're okay with it)

-> and if someone on twitter or something says some crap about how "i doubt a 15yo could make a good game. she's probably going to make a pile of garbage game" or something like that? they're the first to back you up/defend you

-> i feel like if you asked, all three of them would give you a detailed response to what they like about the game(s) so far. and when it comes to areas that one of them knows a fair amount about, they would be able to help you if you wanted

-> i think that tommy and tubbo (definitely tubbo bc he's got tubnet and everything) would be able to help with coding if you asked

#saturn.writes #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #platonic tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic dsmp x reader #platonic ranboo x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #again so sorry for (most likely) coming to this late !! forgot the password. and about the account.

[calmthefuckdownalright]

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

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

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

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

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

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Quackity

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

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

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

Very ego boosting. Definitely a mistake to voice aloud.

Wilbur

(L'manbur in other words)

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

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

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

"You're wearing the EXACT same uniform!"

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

Or

"Y/N I have a child."

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

"And I love you my little champion ~"

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

OR (for you more romantic folk)

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

Smooth ass motherfucker right there

Schlatt

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dream

Orange jumpsuits really?

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

If you say his armor-

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

If you say his jumpsuit-

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

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

Ranboo (platonic joke-ish)

Stuttering fumbling mess

Like mans cannot keep themselves together

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

"Ranboo it was a bet calm down!"

"You're despicable."

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

[sticksheaad]

BEING JSCHLATT'S ROOMMATE (HCS)

platonic - warnings: swearing,

pronouns used - they/them

WRITTEN BY ME

Fucking chaos. What do you think?

He'll threaten to shoot you if you leave the milk out. DONT LEAVE THE MILK OUT.

Always hearing loud screams, he's probably filming a video.

Ted often comes over, you guys are good friends, much to Big Guy's dismay.

You probably have some cutesy and PLATONIC nicknames for eachother.

Schlatt would call you:

Asshole, Fucker, Hun, Shitstain

And you:

Big Guy, Honey, Gay bitch (jk)

Many people think you're a couple, including Schlatt's chat. They think you guys are so cute together.

(you're in his room while he streams)

"Hey Big Guy, used money for this, date your roommate."

"Fuck no, we're roommates?" Schlatt said to the chat. He was getting a bit sick of people suggesting that he date y/n. "Me and y/n are friends and roommates, if they ever made a move, I'd shoot them."

That's what got y/n to look up. "What?" They were on edge for the rest of the stream after that.

Schlatt is a Big Guy as everyone knows, but that's just the exterior. You get to see the side of him that no one else does.

He's a nice guy, really. He, well he would harm a fly, but he would never harm you.

Despite the constant teasing, he's glad you're tolerating him. He's glad you're there when you need him.

FIN. sorry for the short post. Currently on a roadtrip. take care :)

#jschaltt #jschlatt #jschatt #big guy #dsmp #dream smp #x reader #x you #x you fluff #x y/n #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #g/n reader #jschlatt x you #ted nivison #headcanons #platonic

[milqueandsugar]

Could you make a Ranboo or really any one I guess x reader where the reader is a shy touch starved person? Also I've never used Tumblr before so sorry if I'm bad at this lol

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

| RanbooXTouch Starved! Reader |

I reckon him and Tubbo as both pretty affectionate people, just by like habit

When people just like drop dead sometimes you get real close with those you cherish

Of course you eat this all up

Neither one of you talk about it at first, but it's very obvious that you guys are practically joined at the hip

Maybe he leans his head against yours

Maybe you link arms when walking

Or he uses you as an arm rest

He's thought about bringing it up, but why would he

He likes being close with you, you clearly like it

Why drag up the past just to hurt your feelings

So instead, he squeezes your hand a little tighter sometimes, and life carries on

You continue to be dumb and dumber at each other's sides, he helps you out of your shell a bit, just enough for you to take his hand on your own accord, and you brighten his day just a little bit more

An inseparable pair truly

#no worries hun! #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #platonic ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x reader