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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol

-🎀 anon

oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL

MCYT ; "in my baker era"

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, karl jacobs, & cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of drugs

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TOMMYINNIT

"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'

literally has the widest smile on his face

shows off the goods to the stream

"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"

you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"

bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit

he feeds chat as well dw

TUBBO

"Oh, hi y/n/n. wh- ohmygosh, thank you!"

smiles and gives you a little hug before showing off the goodies to stream & his friends

"look what y/n made me! I can't wait to try these" He smiles looking back at you

"new recipe, tell me if you like them"

"will do!"

he gives you a thumbs up as he shoves his mouth full of the cupcakes

safe to say he's a fan of the birthday cake flavored cupcakes

RANBOO

"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"

does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀

"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"

"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"

"BAHHAHAHAH"

literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO

he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO

BADLINU

"Hey love- oh, hi!"

all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry

"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate

he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on

it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him

the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing

he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.

there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO

QUACKITY

"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"

does a 360 of the plate for the camera

"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"

he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO

"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"

"cocaine"

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"

you're just playing into the bit dw

best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten

CELLBIT

"Hey darling, what's up?"

you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍

turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"

he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions

like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc

he shares it with you too 💔🫶

NIHACHU

"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"

"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"

she holds that little glass like it's her child

she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"

shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too

"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"

"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"

FOOLISH GAMERS

when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.

"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"

literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down

"since when do you make fudge??"

"since I wanted to try" you shrug

"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"

"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"

KARL JACOBS

"Hi babe! Oh my God, thank you!!"

literally jumping around

you made him a chocolate cake, and the icing was multicolored and you made sure to make it like karl themed basically

it was so cute omg

"guys!! look what they made me, I love my partner so fucking much!"

gives you multiple kisses before he gulps it down lmaooo

SLIMECICLE

"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"

does a 360 for stream

"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"

"special treat" you shrug

you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭

he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #nihachu x reader #cellbit x reader #foolish gamers x reader #karl jacobs x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #niki nihachu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader

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deadqueerboys · 4 months

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Kiss me, you know they'll love it!

Headcanons: Kissing them on stream.

Pairing: Wilbur x Reader, Tubbo x M! Reader, Quackity x Reader. (Separate).

Wilbur Soot:

First of all, he knew what he was doing. It was just a normal minecraft stream. This got him kinda bothered after a while. And he knew what he had to do to take this bother out of him.

Wilbur says to chat: "Holy.. oh, fuck.. i'm going to the bathroom guys, i'll be right back." He pretends he mutes and turns off the camera, we know he's a good actor.

He calls you, and since the moment you enter the room, he stairs at you with puppy eyes. You ask him why he is looking at you like that, Wilbur just smiles and places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Will.. aren't they seeing it?"

Wilbur simply doesn't care. He didn't node or deny it. He just got up and put his hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

Chat goes crazy! A lot of people freaking out, they didn't even know he was dating someone.

After he does it, he also pretends to turn the camera and mic on so he can see everybody going crazy again.

"I'm back chat.. did I lose something?" He asked with a smirk.

Tubbo:

It's a late night stream, not a qsmp one, just a normal and chaotic as usual. Tubbo is doing something on his laptop. It's been a while since he's all quiet. Worried, you knocked on the door, calling him;

"Hi babe, what u doing?"

He explains to you something that doesn't matter how much he says, you'll never understand. When he looks at you, his eyes shine, making a dumb but cute smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that dickhead.." You ask, in seconds, he's stood up, hugging you, making you stay closer to him before he kept giving you kisses.

It's so lovely!!!!!

"Stop being mean with me. You're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and finally kisses you on the lips, a very calm kiss for his natural exited way of being.

"So.. is this camera on?" "Oh.. shit."

He doesn't really care. If you're weak or shorter than him, he gonna take you on his lap, he kept giving you kisses until he get tired, which never happens, or until some giftsub appear on the stream he notices that or he turn the stream off or he let you go.

Now that people know you guys are dating, he'll make sure to bring you sometimes to make a stream with him, always being clingy.

If somebody on the chat flirts with you, he'll be pissed off, not just pissed off, but.. wow. He started to complain about it all the time. Even out of live, he's not the jealous type, but God, he's offended!

Quackity:

He doesn't care.

"Oh, but they'll see us and.." Stfu. He. Doesn't. Care.

Quackity puts you on his lap while streaming, giving you a tight hug.

Small kisses around your cheeks and neck.

Arms are always around you.

He does the possible for talking in your language, so if it is English that cracked fucked up voice comes out, whispering nasty things on your ear.

And, as you guys know, some even more nasty things for you if you speak spanish or portuguese.

I can imagine a pretty "Ah, é? Você sentiu falta de mim hoje..? Eu tenho certeza que posso fazer você se sentir melhor.." In portuguese while he bites the your ear, slowly and teasy.

Or a simple "Mhm, te ves tan bien usando esa ropa, apuesto a que te gustaría verme besarte a través de ella." Coming from him with an innocent smile.

And again, "What if they hear it?" He. Doesn't. Care.

He cares only about you and you feeling good receiving cuddles from him.

Normally, the chat is accustomed to it, just saying things like;

"Come on, man!!!"

"Please, Quackity, can we keep going with the stream?"

"Oh, well, we're losing him.."

He smiles and gives you a big kiss before letting you go. He stayed in a good mood for the rest of the night.

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ador3him · 1 year

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also can you do a fic with tubbo where hes helping you clean your room but you have adhd and anxiety so its rly hard for you to do it and all if that makes sense lmao

pairing: platonic!tubbo x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety and adhd + swearing

requested? yes by @louscartridge my beloved <3

word count: unknown (written on phone)

a/n: i hope youre okay!! dont forget to drink and eat babe <3 and u can always message me !

"Hey, you're awake!" Tubbo smiled from your desk across the room. You groaned and turnt away from him to try and sleep some more. The clothes on your bed which formed a sort of blanket ontop of your duva moved with you. "So, why did you ask me to come today? I mean if youre just sleeping?" He asked moving some clothes to sit on your bed. "I uh, fuck, I dont know. I just need a friend, my anxiety and stuff is through the roof and I getting really distracted. Clearly." You said motioning to the disater which was your room.

"C'mon, I will help you clean," he started to drag you out of bed. You groaned a bit more but sat up. "I dont even know where to start," you laid back down on your clothes covered bed. "We can take out all the rubbish first! We can do it in sections okay!" Tubbo walked over to your PC and put on some music from spotify. Music seemed to help you relax a bit because you got up and went to get a rubbish bag.

When you got back Tubbo had already moved your clothes into two piles what smelt clean and what smelt dirty. "Most of my clothes are dirty in both those piles." you admitted. "Okay! You sort out the clothes and put them in the washinh machine and I will do the rubbish," he smiled grabbing your had soothingly, hes your best friend, the bestest best friend.

"Now that all the rubbish is gone and the clothes are getting washed lets do plates and cup and stuff." Tubbo smiled grabbing some dirty plates. "Okay," you whispered following his lead.

You freeze for a second to try and control your breathing. "y/n, are you okay," Tubbo asked placing the dishes down. You shook your head as tears began to well up in your eyes.

"Okay, y/n its okay, youre getting through it. I know its difficult to do because of everything, I know. I am helping, dont feel embarrassed or scared. I will always help you. I know you get distracted easily and thats why I am helping." Tubbo wiped your tears away and hugged you. You started to control your breathing, and hugged him back. "Okay I am okay now, lets keep going. Thank you Tubbo," You smiled through it.

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 1 year

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💜 DAY 8 OF MONSTER WEEK [HALLOWEEN] — GHOST TUBBO

[1800+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You go Ghost hunting and end up meeting a traumatized ghost.

[Read the rest under the cut]

"This is so creepy," You murmur, slowly trailing the light of your flashlight across the dull, stone walls. The buildings, ruins of some old castle, were horror movie material. It made it really popular a while back when a few Ghost hunters filmed an episode focusing on its apparent haunting.

You're sure it's all just babble meant to sell more tourist traps and attract ghost nuts. That's the only reason you accept your friends' dare to explore the place but now that you're actually here, you're regretting that decision a bit.

A loud gust of wind shakes the windows and you bite your tongue, trying to shake off your nerves. There were probably other people inside as well, so at the very least you're not alone.

You tug at one of the many doors, though this one is distinctly unique in that the locked bolt is on the outside. You tug at the rusty bolt and it snaps off instantly. Guilty, you drop it to the floor, looking around for witnesses. No one's around though so you kick the bolt far, far away. No evidence.

Of course, you've already unlocked it You strain yourself for almost a minute trying to pry the door open but even unlocked, it's almost glued shut. You turn to walk away when a quiet 'creeeak' comes from behind.

You whirl around, hands trembling. The door is wide open now, framing a desolate and dark room, enveloped in thick shadows. You fumble with your flashlight and it falls to the floor, rolling about a foot away from you and right in front of the now-unlocked door.

You slowly step forward, squatting down to pick up the flashlight without taking your eyes off the door and its tempting entrance.

You know there are other people in the castle, you broke in easily enough so you know entering wouldn't be a problem for others. Knowing this, you jump to thinking it's someone pulling your leg, hoping that's all there is to it. But there's a sinking in your stomach, tossing and turning and thinking that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a prank but something else. Something otherworldly.

You tighten your hold on your flashlight, just in case, and step through the door. You're swept by a wave of chills instantly, though all the windows in this particular room are clamped shut and sealed like they were trying to keep something trapped inside.

You walk towards the bed that's oddly enough set in the exact middle of the room. You scan the flashlight across the room, realizing distantly how the furniture makes the room look like a dungeon. It's all muted colours, dusty beyond belief. You think back to the rusty bolt you snapped off and realize that no one's entered the room in what's probably been decades.

You walk around the bed to see the other side of the room when you spot marks against the floor. You stifle a gasp by biting your tongue, staring at the marks with wide eyes. You trace the marks leading from 4 spots, 2 against a wall and another 2 evenly spaced in front of them, scratched into long lines leading towards the bed. Your brows furrow as you realize the marks are from someone pushing the bed into the middle of the room. Weird.

You don't have to worry about it for long because you're immediately faced with an even worse issue. The door shuts and you instantly run towards it. "Fuck,"

You're so screwed, so so screwed. The door isn't opening no matter how much you push and shove. You know it's not locked, you had broken that before entering, but it feels like someone barricaded it with ten tons, impossible to push or even make budge.

You get goosebumps instantly, a burning chill spreading behind your back, feeling like someone standing, pressed behind you. You whirl around and there is nothing, no one. You cast the light of your flashlight across the room rapidly and your heart leaps to your throat when you double-take to a slumbering figure on the bed. The bed you were previously standing next to. The (previously) empty one.

it's made of different shades of white, casting the room in a moody glow. You're entranced by the beauty of the sleeping figure, feeling your nerves settling just by looking at the peaceful face of the slumbering teen. You take a step towards them, feeling out of control of your own body. You keep walking in a trance until you're a step away from the bed, close enough to see the muted shades of colour.

You lean towards them, just to admire them. It's an instinct, the same way a baby cries when they're hungry. You want to know how it feels to sleep so peacefully. You want to sleep long enough to know how it feels when your bones turn to ash…

Their eyes fly open and you're instantly shot back into your body, falling back onto your butt, trembling. Their skin is more pigmented now, flushed with energy in the same way that yours is now pale like someone applied a white overlay to it. You don't know where your flashlight is so you stumble to your feet and almost trip over a table trying to find the door.

"You look fucking stupid," It giggles like your panic is amusing. They admire their skin, which is still glowing radiantly, but it's stronger now. If you could describe it you'd say that earlier it was a dying ember and now it's a strong flame. "I took a bit too much energy from you, sorry for that."

It stretches leisurely, "Though if I hadn't stopped you, you would've lost your soul so really you should thank me."

You finally find the door but it's still locked. You push at it, putting all your weight behind it. Your knees go weak and you almost fall to the floor, exhausted and panting.

"That's not going to work," It watches you, frowning. It shakes it's head when you push yourself to stand taller, sighing when you try slamming the door open and failing. "You should stop trying, you're only going to fail."

"What do you want," You cry out, feeling drained both mentally and emotionally, not to mention psychically. Though you do have that fucking ghost to blame for that last one. "Why won't you let me leave."

Its face twists at your words like the word is revolting, though it's overshadowed by the raw sadness dragging its otherworldly beauty down. "We can't leave. The door has to stay shut. It has to stay shut."

"it was open earlier," You stutter as their eyes settle on you, full of more emotions than just the amusement you saw earlier. "How do you think I got in?"

Its face is full of despair as they stare at the door, anxiously pressing itself into one of the bedposts. "No one saw you enter. No one heard the door close. If they did…" They look back to you, "Where were they, why didn't they stop you? Maybe… Maybe this is a trick."

"What trick," You find the energy to stand again, staring them down. "Why can't we open the door."

"You're trying to get me to open the door so I get in trouble again," They murmur anxiously, their skin pulsing with vibrant, human colours. "I can't leave, I can't leave, never again."

"No one's waiting out there to hurt you," You drop your tone to a low, soothing hush, "I just want to go home. Please just let me open the door."

"It's not me," They whispher, "It's the maids. They've locked me in here again. We can't leave until they say so. We can't leave or they'll hurt us. They're only pretending to be gone, they tricked both of us."

You almost scream in frustration. None of your words are getting through to him. Instead, you slowly walk over, "No one is out there, I checked. The only person keeping you trapped here is you. We can leave."

"What?" They scan your face, hands trembling. You're standing next to the bed and you hesitantly offer your hand. They stare at it for a second, their voice comes out a whisper, "Are you sure?"

When you nod, he sets his hand into yours. They don't really step onto the floor, their feet are more whisphy, but he's on the same level as you now. He stares at the door, face still haunted, so you take the first step towards it.

He trails after you, still holding your hand. When your hand wraps around the handle, his breath stops (though you imagine as a ghost it's unneeded). The door slowly pushed open and they squeezed your hand anxiously, eyes darting around the empty, dark hallway. There is no one there though and he is still trembling.

"They could be hiding," They whisper low, setting your hair on edge. They hurriedly tug you back. "They're going to come back, we need to go back inside."

"No," You say firmly and start dragging him along with all your might. You need to leave and evidently, so does this ghost. You turn the corner and it's empty, he seems more anxious at that sight. You turn another corner and then another and then you are standing in an overgrown garden.

The ghost seems mesmerized by the plants, staring at them with an alienated fascination. They let go of your hand to walk towards a flower, hands spreading frost across its petal. He doesn't seem to know how much strength to hold it with and he rips a petal off. He tries again, smoothing the petal between his fingers. It looks ice cold now but he is smiling brightly, skin back to a softer, pastel light.

"No one is here anymore," He mutters to you, entranced by the flowers the same way you were entranced by him earlier. He looks up at you, "I never asked your name, did I?"

"I'm Y/N," You say softly, taking one of the fallen petals into your hand. As you had thought, it is cold but it is also beautiful. Memorialized in the ice, almost. "I didn't ask your name either."

"Oh," They look over to the plants again, "I've never… I'm Tubbo. I'm the- I was the prince. I think I'm dead now."

"Yeah," You nod. "I think it sucks you were trapped in that room for so long."

"It did suck," He takes a deep breath in, "But I don't have to go back now. My father, King Schlatt, hated me. He hated even looking at me. I wasn't allowed to leave my room. It got so lonely and now… I don't know now."

"Now you're free." You take his hand and put the frozen petal on his palm. He looks back up at you, starry-eyed. "You can go anywhere. You don't have to be alone anymore."

"Can I come with you," He says breathily, excited. "I've always wanted to see the kingdom. I've only read books. How much has changed?"

You can't help but laugh, "Okay. I guess I've got a ghost buddy now."

{《☆》}

[This wasn't supposed to be this long or depressing ngl but i love a good angsty backstory. Anyways lore time, TW FOR THIS SECTIONS!!! Tubbo is a dead prince who as we find out had been hated by his father, king Schlatt and basically exiled to a separate wing of the palace. He is locked in his room most of the time and has been traumatized repeatedly whenever he leaves, usually by the guard and maids who lock him in there. After the palace got destroyed by rioters, Tubbo died of starvation in his room and came back as a ghost due to the traumatic experiences he faced. He still doesn't leave the room though because he's afraid of being hurt again and still believes he's being locked in there as punishment until you help him through that.]

[Anyways the next two posts will be spread out over the next day because I was too ambitious in my planning but rest assured, I will post them even if they're a bit late.]

[L0v3 k1ng]

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silly-mouse · 2 years

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Benchtrio's Boss

lowkey dated this with the tiktok reference but in my defense I thought this fic was shit, literally only written to complete the trio and allude to Boss's mysterious past oooh spooky-

~850 words

“It’s sleepover day, you fucks!”

Tommy cackled at Tubbo’s outburst, catching the pillow aimed at his head and flinging it back. “Keep your pants on, I can’t find my charger!”

“Found it,” Ranboo chimed, holding up the white cord victoriously. “Let’s go, let’s go, Boss said we’re bingeing their Studio Ghibli collection tonight!”

They all pushed through the hallway in one big blob of teen, barely stopping to snatch the tupperware with your dinner off the counter and call out a goodbye to Tubbo’s parents before they were dashing across the front lawn. Ranboo stopped on the edge of the road, the other two boys crashing into his back.

“Who’s talking to Boss?”

Tubbo peered around Ranboo’s shoulder, furrowing his brows at the flashy car parked on your side of the road to match the pretentious looking guy on your lawn. “I don’t know, I don’t recognize him…”

Tommy scowled. “Well I don’t like the looks of him,” he decided, seeing you push the guy back by the shoulder when he stepped closer to you. The trio slowly made their way across the street, trying to decide what to do.

“-and I just think if you gave it a chance-”

“You’re acting like a jackass.” The boys startled slightly at that- you always censored yourself around them but they’d never thought that you swore around other people. “I’ve told you no twice, I’ve told you to get the hell off my property twice, and if I have to tell you either of those a third time this rock is going through your windshield. So beat it, asshole, I’ve got company coming and I don’t want them around the likes of you.”

The douche scoffed. “What, your little babysitting gig? Put the squirts to bed with some sweets to keep ‘em quiet and let’s roll.”

The boys faltered at that. Sure, they were a bit younger than you and technically children, but you didn’t feel like you were babysitting them… right? You were all just friends hanging out. Sure they only hung out at your house… and you made cookies sometimes when you knew they were coming over… and you mostly just watched tv together… But they brought you dinner! That meant they were taking care of you just as much as you cared for them… right?

“They’re my friends,” you growled. “And it’s time for you to go.” You grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragging him to his car with shocking ease. You winced as you saw the boys. “Inside,” you told them firmly, in that ‘it’s for your own good don’t argue’ voice you had mastered. They quickly obeyed, stepping just inside before spinning around and spying through the open door. They watched you drag the douche all the way to his car, opening the driver’s door and throwing him in. They watched you growl a few probably choice words into his ear before slapping the door and stomping back to your house. “Come on, guys, nothing to see,” you insisted, ushering them further inside as the fancy car peeled down the road. You took the tupperware from Tubbo but he followed you into the kitchen.

“He wasn’t your friend, was he, Boss? You shouldn’t be friends with people like that, he seems like an ass.”

You sighed, ruffling his hair with a soft smile. “Not anymore: you’re right, he’s turned into an ass.”

Tommy took the chance to try to lighten the mood, yelling as he crashed into the both of you, wrapping his arms around you two. “Oooh, Big Boss swore! Naughty Boss, my poor little baby ears can’t take it! A hundred pounds in the swear jar, now!”

“As if, you little rat,” you laughed, twisting around to hook your arm around the blond’s neck and pull him into a headlock, giving the only child the noogie-ing he so desperately needed. “Stop struggling, you brought this on yourself- stop struggling, punk!”

“Help is on the way,” Ranboo declared, trying to sound like the TikTok audio that had taken over his for you page as he wrapped you in a chokehold of his own.

“Betrayal! This is a mutiny! Tubbo, get me my slippers! I’m gonna beat you rats like your mothers should have!” All three boys simply laughed, making you shake your head with a fond smile. Your fist against Tommy’s head opened up so you could ruffle his hair, your other hand reaching behind you for Ranboo. You laughed as he headbutted your palm like he was just another stray cat visiting your garden for snacks and affection. Tubbo, clearly upset about your lack of a third hand, simply tucked himself into your side and let you rest your chin on his head.

You all allowed yourselves a few moments of tranquility before you gave each boy a rough pat on the cheek. “Alright, get off of me, rats. Whatever Momma Tubbo sent me isn’t gonna reheat itself.”

#sillysqueaks #sillymouse #fanfic #fanfiction #squeaks #fluff #bossman #gn!reader #gn reader #nb!reader #nb reader #ranboo #tommy #tubbo #bench trio #platonic x reader #platonic #found family

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itsjustnobody0 · 2 years

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Chapter 4.

Hi guys and welcome back! I hope your enjoying this story so far!! Already on chapter 4! God it’s been rlly quick since I posted the first chapter. Speaking of the first chapter here’s the link to it in case you haven’t read it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

TW for chapter 4-

stealing

Swearing

Self doubt

Hights

Climbing

Sleeping

Screaming

Nightmares

Food

Locking yourself in a small room

Starving

Death

Hugging

It is literally just the word being mentioned but I’m giving the warning in case it is like really triggering for some people. Enjoy the chapter. Ciao bitches.

We got back home and I had a wardrobe full of new clothes and paint. I also had some got some fake plants and other things to add to my room. I wasn’t going to use much of it. I liked the plants and decided to name the fern Roderick (If you know I love you). I had stolen some spray paints without anyone noticing, I had walked out at the exact time as someone else to make it look like they had stole something when the alarm went of. I had done things like that before but I don’t normally steal from actual shops. I didn’t bother painting the white walls I just got my spray paint and started spraying it on the walls. Once I had done I had a massive green dragon in the wall and other doodles on the other, I was very proud of it. I had been spray painting since I was very young and I had a black mask with a bit of spray paint on it, I had wore it while painting as I didn’t want to inhale the fumes. I sat on the bed I had and chilled, I had hidden my spray paints so I couldn’t get them taken off me. I wanted to speak to Ranboo again but I didn’t want to bother him and he probably already thought I was very annoying. There wasn’t much I could do, I didn’t own a phone or any devices, I had forgotten to buy scetch books, I did have a couple of books that where in the closet when I first came here but I had no idea how to read. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The person walked in without waiting for an answer.

“What?” I snapped, I didn’t need people talking to me unless it was Ranboo.

“Hello to you too.” The woman said quietly.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded

“I’m Niki, I work here.” She explained politely, suddenly I kinda felt bad, I knew I shouldn’t have snapped at her but I wasn’t going to apologise

“”Oh h-hi. I’m Y/n” I said

“I know, I just wanted to introduce myself and say if you need anything to just ask. Don’t worry if you get lost, it’s a pretty big house, just ask anyone for directions, they’ve all been in the same situation as you so no one’s going to judge you.” She smiled at me

“Thank you.” I said gratefully.

She was about to walk out then she saw all my spray painted walls. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. I went back to lying on the bed. I hated being there, I felt trapped. I just wanted to get out, feel the rain on my face and the breeze in my hair. I sighed. I got up of the bed and walked to the window. It wasn’t massive but it was big enough to climb out of. Maybe if I wanted to escape. Then I decided it wouldn’t be bad if I went for a little stroll, a walk maybe? I left all my stuff in the room and climbed out of the window. I hung off the window sill and looked round, there was an unstable looking drain pipe I could climb down, I decided to go for it and I slid down it. To my suprise it stayed firmly connected to the wall. I hopped of and saw a boy, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he was wearing jumper with bees on. He kinda stared at me.

“The fuck do you want?” I snapped

“I want to know where the fuck you’re going.” He said

“Well why don’t you mind your own business Bee Boi.” I sneered.

He laughed and I joined in. His laughter was sweet and infectious.

“Oh well, just be safe. I can tell your not running away, the amount of people I’ve seen try it not hard to figure out. Make sure your back in an hour because then they start looking for you and then they call the police and that’s where it gets hard to get out of.” He explained to me

“Thank you so much.” I smiled at him.

He smiled back at me and then j started walking down the street. He seemed nice. I wondered if he knew Ranboo. I had no plan of where to go and I’d never been around here before so I wasn’t sure where to go. I found this park and walked into it. It had a lake in it and a play area for children. I started walking round the lake, I found this shady area a way off the path which had a big tree. I climbed up the tree and I found a platform, really large. I could see the lake from up there and the sunset was reflecting off it. It was so pretty. I lay down from a bit and drifted off to sleep. I woke up and the sun was pretty much almost set. I went to look down at my rust then realised I didn’t own a watch. Shit. I had no concept of time and no idea how long I had been out. I almost fell down the tree trying to climb quickly. I got to the ground and started sprinting back the way I was sure I had came. I found the house and climbed up the drain. I had left my window open enough from me to get into. I quickly shut the window and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the running. I heard shouting from downstairs and it brought back memories of things I wanted to forget. Suddenly someone barged into my room. I jumped of the bed as a reflex, I fell onto the ground and I quickly stood back up.

“Jack!” I exclaimed

“WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?” He shouted.

That shocked me, a lot. I hated being shouted at, it was triggering. I grabbed the closest thing near me and threw it at him. I ran past him and found the bathroom. I ran in and locked it. I was surprised there was a lock on the door, I would have thought Niki and Jack would be more weary of the kids they had here. I sat down on the floor and breathed heavily. I wanted to cry but I wouldn’t do that, not today, not ever. There was a blurry window on the bathroom wall and I could see it was dark outside. I was super tired even though I had slept in the tree house. I found two towels in a cabinet I put one down at a pillow and put the other one over me as a blanket. That was the 2nd most comfiest sleep I had ever had in the life. I had bad nightmares, they were about my past, there was shouting, sometimes at me and sometimes at other things. I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep but I was awoken by a soft knock on the door. I looked at the window and it was light now, meaning I had been there all night.

“Y/n, open up.” Said Jack.

“FUCK OFF!” I shouted at him through the door.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry.” He tried

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF? FUCK OFF!” I screamed.

I heard footsteps walking away from the door and I sat there. I wasn’t going to give up but there wasn’t much I could do in the bathroom. The widow didn’t open and there wasn’t any food in here, I was super hungry as-well. I sat there and I could smell the smell of pancakes baking made downstairs for other kids, they were probably being made by Niki. I then heard another knock on the door.

“Hey Y/n, let us in please.” Someone begged.

“Who’s us?” I called.

“It’s Ranboo and Tubbo.” Ranboo’s voice said

“Tubbo?” I asked, I had no idea who Tubbo was.

“Bee Boi!” A sweet voice said, Tubbo’s.

“O-oh.” I stuttered

“Please let us in.” He asked.

“Is it just you guys?” I checked.

“Yeah.” Ranboo told me

“Promise?” I asked

“Promise.” Tubbo confirmed.

I keep towards the door and slowly unlocked it. I let them in and then quickly closed and locked the door again.

“Y/n, you know you can’t stay in here forever, right?” Ranboo asked me nicely

“And why not?” I demanded stubbornly

“Your going to starve to death.” Tubbo said

“Good.” I said quietly, they both looked at me with wide eyes.

Ranboo slowly approaches me by scooting across the floor, I felt his long arms rapping round my body in a comforting manner, he was warm and he felt safe. I hugged him back and tried so hard not to cry. Tubbo came towards us and hugged me aswell. I let out a slight giggle, I didn’t normally like physical contact but this was nice, comforting. We all pulled away but they sat closer to me this time. I put my head on Ranboos shoulder and held Tubbos hand. I hadn’t known either of them for very long but I felt like they were my brothers. It was probably because of my lack of human contact for the past 2 years. I hadn’t talked much until the past two days. I didn’t need to speak, people I stole from didn’t need to know I existed.

“Why are you in here anyway?” Ranboo asked

“Jack screamed at them? Did you not hear?” Tubbo explained

“No I kinda taught myself not to hear screaming.” Ranboo told us

“Oh, I kinda wished I had been able to do that.” I said

“Me too.” Tubbo agreed

“Y/n, what do you say we get out of here, get some snacks, then go watch a movie in my room?” Ranboo asked

“You have a laptop?” I replied

“Yeah!” He said

“I have this memory stick, im not sure what’s on it, could I plug it into your computer?” I asked him

“Yeah of course you can!” He agreed.

Tubbo and Ranboo got up and they both helped to pull me up. I giggled a bit and then we unlocked the door. They both held one of my hands each and we walked to Ranboo’s room which was just down the corridor and opposite them room I was staying in. I went in with them and Ranboo went to get snacks while me and Tubbo sat down.

We heard a knock on the door and found it weird, why would Ranboo knock on the door of his own room? I got up to answer and deeply regretted it when I saw who it was. I went to slam the door but it was caught by Jack.

“Y/n. I wanted to apologise for screaming. It didn’t just upset you it triggered multiple people in this house and I should have known better than to shout.” He apologised

“Wowwww. You’ve managed to figure out how much of a bitch you are.” I sarcastically gave him a round of applause.

“Language, Y/n. We don’t use those type of words in this house.” He told me sternly

“Oh whatever. Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes.

“Jack just give them time. It’s hard being in a new place.” Tubbo pleaded

“Ok Tubbo, you and Ranboo are incharge of Y/n. Don’t let them do anything bad or it’s your fault ok?” Jack said pointedly

“I don’t need looking after.” I complained “I’ve been on my own for two years.”

“Yes, I know. I believe that’s the problem.” He sighed

“Ok bye now!” I tried shutting the door but Jack held it open

“We need to talk about the walls of your room.” He told me

“Ok. Later.” I said trying to get rid of him.

He let out a sign in defeat and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I hated being bugged like that, I hated people to be honest. I’d been able to talk to no one for over two years I didn’t want people to start annoying me now.

#sbi #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois x reader #gn!reader #x reader #ranboo #tubbo #jack manifold #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #niki x reader #jack manifold x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader

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modelbus · 2 months

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I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee

I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flirting Fools

“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“

The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.

“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.

“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.

“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.

“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”

“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.

“What’s an acronym?”

Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.

“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.

“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.

“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”

“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.

“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”

You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.

“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.

“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”

“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.

“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”

“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.

“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.

“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.

“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.

“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.

“We are when the when-ers.”

“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.

You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.

“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”

“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.

“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.

“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.

You grin, laughing. “Nah.”

“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”

“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”

“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.

“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.

“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”

“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.

“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.

“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”

“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”

“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.

“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”

“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”

“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.

“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.

“You.”

“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.

“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.

“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”

“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”

“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“

“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”

“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.

“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”

“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.

“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.

“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”

“Oh, it’s certainly something.”

Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.

“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”

There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.

“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.

“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.

“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.

“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.

“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”

“I’ll just come get you, love.”

“You’re drunker than me.”

“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”

“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”

“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.

“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.

“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.”

“Whatever you say!”

<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins

“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.

“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.

“Have you?” You ask Jack.

“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”

“You’d what?”

“No, cause it’s my love.”

“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.

“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”

“So many things. So so many things.”

When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.

There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.

"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."

He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.

Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.

"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."

"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."

You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.

"Five more minutes."

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #tommyinnit imagine #tommy innit #tommy mcyt #tom simons

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average-vibe · 2 months

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that’s childish, mate.

pair: wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary: wilbur needs to confess something..

tw: none :)

genre: fluff

an: hi hi hi!! i’m starting a taglist, so.. lmk if you wanna be a part of it :)

!lowercase is intended!

masterlist

wilbur stared at you across the room, a soft smile played on his face.

you were doing a subathon, so you had invited some of your closest friends. Tommy and Molly (although you just invited Molly, Tommy came anyways.), Philza, Ranboo, Charlie, Tubbo, and Wilbur.

you were sitting on the couch, playing mario kart. you didn’t notice wilbur staring intently at you. but phil did.

“Hey, mate, whyre you staring at y/n?” phil joked, a little too loudly for wilbur’s liking.

“shut up, phil. i’m just watching.” wilbur replied, eyes taken off of you and onto the screen.

“mhm. i definitely believe you.” phil sarcastically told a blushing wilbur. “cmon mate, just tell them.”

“hell no!” wilbur said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“what?” charlie asked, taking his eyes off the game, as did ranboo and tommy. leaving you and molly 1st and 2nd place.

“ha! get wrecked, losers.” you said, laughing at tommys shocked expression.

“it’s only because of that son of a bitch! he distracted us!” tommy excused, pointing an accusing finger at wilbur. in return, wilbur threw up his hands in surrender.

“yeah, why’d you do that!” ranboo asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“no reason. don’t worry about it.” wilbur shrugged, hoping they’d drop it.

“whatever, round 2!” charlie shouted, hitting the play button.

after a few minutes, wilbur’s eyes were glued to you again. the way you laughed softly, your focused expression, and your face when you won, all made him smile and grin more and more.

“simp.” phil said, not looking at wilbur.

“am not!” wilbur whispered.

“cmon, let’s go.” phil said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. no one noticed wilbur’s and phil’s sudden disappearance, too enthralled by the game.

“you’re crushing. big time.” phil told wilbur once they weren’t in earshot.

“no, i’m not. that’s childish!” wilbur responded, rolling his eyes.

“then go tell them.” phil said, raising an eyebrow.

“no! i-i can’t! th-they’ll say no! and-and then, it’ll be super embarrassing for both of us!” wilbur rambled, shaking his head.

philza shut his eyes and pursed his lips. “mate, that’s childish.”

wilbur stayed quiet for a moment, rolling his eyes. “fine, whatever, i’ll tell them.” he finally said, eyes shut.

“good. this is progress. you’re maturing-“

“shut up.” wilbur groaned, walking away from a snickering philza.

——

wilbur sat on the couch, breathing heavier than a normal person typically does. after a particularly long game, he finally tapped your shoulder.

“hey.. um..” wilbur began, looking to the side. “can we talk? somewhere else?”

you nodded, nerves getting the best of you. “sure.”

he led you to the kitchen, ignoring phil’s smirk and tommys smug expression. “so.. uh..” he tried, but all the words that he had waited so long to say, wouldn’t come out.

“what’d you wanna say?” you asked, encouragingly.

“i needed to tell you that.. i like you.. i have for a while, i don’t think i ever won’t, you’re perfect. you’re sweet and smart and funny and.. you’re just-“

“wilbur?”

“yes..?”

“are you saying you have a crush on me?”

“..maybe..”

“thank goodness!” you responded, letting out a breath. “i thought you were gonna say you hated me or something, but you.. like me?”

“yes! i do! finally, i’m glad we got that out.”

you laughed, smiling. “i like you too, wil.”

“oh, good. i was worried you’d say how weird i am or how dumb i am or why you don’t like me! or something like-“ he paused. “i need to shut up, don’t i?”

“i can help with that.” you smiled and kissed him. you never thought you’d be the one to kiss wilbur soot, that you’d be the one to make his cheeks blush red. but you sure weren’t complaining.

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an: OOPS THIS WAS RLY BAD LMAOOOO BYE

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maeizy · 1 year

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C!ranboo little sister x reader!

I HATE MYSELF RN, I LOST THE DANG REQEST THERE WAS TWO AND I REMEMBERED THE FIRST ONE- sjdjdnsidndoanfiehidn anyways the request was by @fantasyfiction-net ! and no I dont have a discord server yet! Ill try and make one though, ty for the advice! And yes I'd love to be freinds!!:D annnyways- ONWARD!!

INFO FOR REQESTS MY FANDOMS, AS WELL AS BLOG

GENRE: PURE FLUFF!<3

SYPNOSIS:x-reader where very young sibling,age 4-5. of C!ranboos, gets close with the sbi, Tubbo, philza, tommy ecr. To where he thinks they like the sbi more than him but they dont.

PRONOUNS: gn

TRIGGERS: getting hurt; (by water[since readers also half enderman]), no others!

Notes <3- totally didnt forget about this- I kinda hate it but its whatever I guess. Sorry for being so inactive as of kate, I'm making a lot of more fics, not in this fandom but in others like Lockwood and co ect. Please please please make sure to check out my blog info and my other stuff I have it linked in ever post :D sorry of this is trash but I hope y'all enjoy anyways.

you and ranboo where getting ready to go to philzas house it had just started to snow. you had always been fascinated by the white floating specs that reminded you of your very own purple ones that floated around you from time to time connecting to you to your ender man heritage.

"Y\N!" your older brother Ranboo yelled out as your tiny bare feet thudded out of the shack door breaking free from your bigger brothers arms to excitedly run out to the snow and attempt to flop down on it, but as soon as your bare skin touched the cold frozen flakes of water it burned, the excitement was then sucked away, as a searing pain tore through the pads of your exposed feet.

an enderlike screech of pain burst from your shocked mouth and purple particles was all your vision picked up on as you subconsciously teleported back, with a soft woosh, you popped back into the small space of the entrance of the Shack, that you and ranboo called home.

upright and confused, you where frantically holding your foot with a Audible "ow,ow,ow,ow,ow-" trying to balance on one leg and hopping backwards. already loosing your balance due to your freakishly long limbs for your age. (Thank your enderside) with a hiss you where sent wheeling back. being uncorranated as is, and then adding the fact you where standing how you where at the moment, you knock things down with you as you fall and land on your back with another shriek and a loud thump.

You let out another small, half hurt half annoyed huff, as tears formed at the ends of your green and red eyes. ranboo panicked running over in a semi-shocked state to grab onto you checking the red scorch marks on your left foot as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to let out another soft "ow" as he bent down to pick up your small 5 year old form.

being carefull not to bump into anything as he stumbled to set you on the staircase as he went to go grab some bandages rambling on with a " oh no!- I said to get your enchanted shoes on! Water hurts us-aww no please don't cry- healing poti-TUBBO"

The shorter boys head popped around the thrown open door as cold wind pushing its way in in a blizzard you hadn't noticed brewing till now, too focused on the throb in your foot.

The boys chipper voice was followed by ranboo half falling down the stairs to greet him and help you "Hi ran boo and- RANBOO WHY ARE THEY CRYING?!" ranboo fumbled with The wrappings as he wrapped it around the fresh wound " they went outside! in the snow! without enchanted boots and got hurt when it melted on them!" The little kid rushed over to tubbo hugging him tightly completely oblivious to ranboo who was trying to help; and ran into the shorter hybrids arms tubbo stooped to pick the younger child up as he set them down again on the staircase.

She wasn't full blown crying now, just sniffling as she tried to wipe of runaway tears as tubbo patted her head warmly with a small comforting grin to calm her nerves. she let the goat boy wrap the rest of the bandages around her foot then gave him an exited hug and a small. "thank you tubtub!" And got to her feet ignoring the ache and running to the front door to pick up her shoes, while ran boo wined a little at The younger boo and crossed his long arms in silent protest, giving a little huff of annoyance.

Tubbo chuckled "apparently she just likes me more" he said in a joking tone. But ranboo frowned "pftt-no.she-" tubbo laughed again as ranboos face turned a shade out of embarrassment. "whatever" he grumbled as he walked over to little y\n as she finished yanking the big enchanted boots onto her much smaller feet. she hummed with a happy little smile as he watched her with furrowed eyebrows standing their a little she got up humming a song tommy taught her and unconsciously grabbed his bigger hand bouncing as she pulled him outside "Phil's!phils!phils!" She chanted as her hand slipped from his when they got to the front porch of their small home in the snowy biome. Phil and technos conjoined house in the distance, lit with a warm light as the girl twirled through the snow twords it.

Ranboo teleported to the front step of philzas house with ease and tubbos head peeked out of the door of ranboos house, confused and annoyed, his shouts unheard as he ran across the landscape to join ranboo, and his sibling, who was huffing up the steps. "Cheater" you glared with a tired face. Your brother grinned as tubbo caught up. they didn't bother to knock as tubbo opened the door lazily and thunked his snow boots on the side of the doorframe. piles of snow landing on the hardwood deck from his boot.

The younger boo copied his actions holding onto the door frame for balance. And with a less powerful kick, her boot collided with the door, sending a little amount of Triump into the girl as she soon forgot about it and rushed into the house.

when she spotted philza and Wilbur having a chat in the kitchen she ran straight to them ranboo trailed aimlessly after her finding a spot next to tubbo as he chatted with tommy. Tomny and tubbo where fighting over who got the last peice of cake to which ranboo intervened and took it holding it above their heads while he took little pieces to eat himself while tommy and tubbo complained.

The little girl rushed over to hug phil who managed a "hey mate!" and patted her head and before he could say anymore she found techno who was talking to Wilbur.

"no -you have to kill them, then you can drag them into the-" he spotted the younger girls salt and pepper hair as she was silently staring curiously at him. He switched up his words as she walked up to him with a small cautious and confused face "kill someone?!" You questioned "uh-but of course we would skip the uh first step. and We would -drag them... to a nice place to have a talk-" she laughed hugging the pig-man who akwardly patted her back with a grimance. A glare shot from wilbur burned into technos skull.

You then hugged Wilbur who already had his arms stretched out. and with a warm smile she ran straight into him as she gripped his jumper with all her force. She leaned her small form back to Look up at his muddy eyes. With a mischievous grin then snatched his glasses off his scarred nose putting them on there face quickly, and dodging his long arms they Ignored the shouts of the older man. running off to find philzas arms to hide in. You darted into the living room, stopping shortly to take in there surroundings. the chatter from the boys, the sun streaming through the window, and the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen of whatever Phil was mixing up. it was comforting, but the loud footsteps behind them where not.

You couldn't make it to philza in time so you went to the person you would normally go for comfort, ranboo. Your brothers long limbs where crisscrossed on the floor and he silently nodded along as tubbo and tommy conversed. His green and red eyes found yours and his mouth turned into a grin and you sprinted twords him. Tommy spotted you coming there way and intervened "HEY y\n!" His bandaged arms opened wide, with a boyish toothy grin. Before you could decide who to go to, Wilbur rounded the corner. a glare set on his face as he squinted at her. "AHAHHHH" you ran straight into tommy.

the betrayal on ranboos face was prominent, his arms dropped slowly to his sides as his smile faded. though he didn't show it his heart panged a little As Tommy's arms locked in around you. He was supposed to be the one you ran too. He was your brother!

Wilbur barreled into the living room trying to take you from him. Tommy attempted to throw you on the couch and quickly cover you up with a pillow but it didn't work. The fight was over, Wilbur grabbed his glasses back off your defeaded half dead looking form and grabbed the pillow and proceeded to beat tommy with it.

You lifted yourself up, your hair now disheveled from the two brothers. You looked over to ranboo, your own brother, who looked a bit downtrodden. A wary smile was shot tword you, you huffed, feeling a bit tired you walked over to him, laying your head on his shoulder and gripping his arm "you ok big man?" He said as he patted your head lovingly "yes-can we go home now?" you yawned "we can- but I thought you wanted to hang out with techno, and tommy and-" " ranboo! I wanna spend time with you!" you smiled up at him, your eyes squinted. ranboo, forgetting you where a very unfiltered five year old died at your next words "Tommy's a little loud anyways-" he Busted open with laughter as wilbur did too, pausing over Tommy's defeated form on the spot on the floor where he had been being hit multiple times with the soft round throw pillow clutched in wills grip, tommy yelled in protest "HEY! I PROTECT YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME??" You look at him blankly " ummmmm- yes." Ranboo shoots grin his way, and scoops you up and grabs your shoes. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you could hear techno voice echo " the kid was right, you are really obnoxious tommy" and another yelp from the blonde boy as a pillow thrown from techno this time, hit him square in the face. another loud scream was heard this time from tubbo "GET WRECKED" and a bust of laughter was heard.

This was your family.

And as you grew up, it always stayed that way, no matter what you went through, this, what some would call a ragtag group. was stuck with you, as family and you were ok with that, as long as your big brother stuck by your side, you felt impossible.

#dsmp x reader #dream smp headcanons #bench trio headcanons #sbi fanfic #sbi x reader #dream smp imagine #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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pikihachu · 1 year

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IN THE RAIN — wilbur x reader

- pairing : highschool!wilbur x gn!reader

- genre : fluff

- summary : in which wilbur lends you his jacket through the rain

- warnings : none! mentions of tubbo’s real name

a/n : first post on this acc! wilbur will be the same age as tommy and tubbo in this!

not my gif!

It seemed like such a good day not too long ago, but all of that was replaced with the gloomy grey skies, and clouds so full they were threatening to spill over. Eventually, they did, and just in time for your arrival back at the school. You had been out with your grade for the annual school field trip. This year, it was to the zoo… again. And you had no problem with it! Being face to face with exotic animals of all sorts was something you preferred over being at a desk for the next 8 hours, anyways.

It was quite sunny earlier; sun beating on you till you were fanning yourself to keep cool, type of sunny. So it was odd how the weather suddenly did a 180 on everybody. The rain was beating down and as you and your peers glanced out the window, complaints rang through the bus. While some were prepared than others, you were part of the many that weren’t. You frowned before turning towards Tommy, who was deep in thought, carefully strategizing his route. “Did you bring an umbrella?” You questioned, causing the boy to face you.

“Hell no. But! Toby’s got me, don’t you buddy?” The blonde smirked, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy who was minding his own business with his headphones in.

The said boy, simply hummed and nodded, unaware of anything his friend just said. You groaned, merely accepting the fact that you were going to get wet. Eventually, the bus came to a complete stop. The teachers were quite prepared, a small umbrella in hand as they began to get up. “Students, because it’s raining we must be careful. We’ll all head to the gym and have free time there. In the meantime try not to slip and fall.” Your English teacher spoke, earning an inharmonious ‘okay’ from the students. The doors opened, and one by one, students and teachers poured out. You let the others leave first, watching them as they booked it through the downpour, getting completely and utterly drenched.

The majority of your classmates didn’t seem to mind the weather, in fact, they seemed to be enjoying it as they were seen dancing under the rain. The other bunch hurriedly sprinted to the gym, which was an unbelievably long walk to try to avoid being showered upon. You belonged to the latter group, trying your best to not get as soaked as the others; you hated getting sick.

Tommy who was previously next to you was already out and about with his “buddy,” hopping around in the puddles to stir up a reaction from the poor boy.

Eventually, you decided it was your time to go. After all, you would get wet regardless.

As you thanked the bus driver and began to climb down the few stairs, you paused in hesitation. However, as you were about to step down from the bus, you felt a small nudge on your bag. You were quite surprised and looked to whoever was trying to get your attention but were suddenly met with a school jacket draped around your head and firm arms gripping both your shoulders.

The smell of men’s cologne filled your nose. Who could this be?

“On the count of three, we run, okay?” A sudden voice murmured into your ear. You had no time to look back and as shocked as you were, you still managed a small nod.

“3…2…1…Run!”

It all happened at once as you and the mysterious figure sprinted towards the sheltered hallway. The boy’s arms never left your shoulders as you bolted towards the gym.

Eventually stopping in front of the entrance, the both of you halted to take a breather. At this point, you were finally able to turn around and see who your savior was.

Lifting the jacket to see in front of you, fluffy brown hair greeted you first as the boy was slightly hunched over to catch his breath. Soon, he peeked up, his warm brown eyes greeting you as he gave you a sheepish smile.

It was Wilbur, the “gentle giant” of the school as many of your peers would put him.

You had never directly interacted with him. Mainly, you knew him as being a mutual friend of Tommy’s, and one of his closest ones at that. And though he’s in a few of your classes, you were never really able to get close with him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, running his hand through his soaked hair simultaneously. You were caught off guard with the action but you nodded quickly with no words escaping your mouth. He was definitely attractive, and had the personality deserving of the popularity he had at your school. The brunette then motioned towards the gym with a small nod, “Let’s head inside before you get sick.” With that, you followed behind him meekly.

Once inside the gym, the sound of the rain was drowned out by the screeching of sneakers against the floor and the bouncing of basketballs flying everywhere. It was dark since the power had somehow gone out, leaving only the gloomy light from outside to illuminate what it could through the large windows overseeing the room. The two of you found a spot on the bleachers and sat down. Wilbur carefully took the now soggy jacket he had put over you and folded it before messily setting it off to the side. Wilbur himself was still quite wet as his hair lost all the volume it had before, and it was safe to say that you were definitely drier than he was.

“You and your jacket seem to be in the same condition.” You spoke to bring down any lingering tension, “Sorry about that.”

Wilbur, who was looking at the courts, twisted his head to your direction and chuckled. “No, it’s no need. My jacket was bound to get wet either way. I might as well put it to good use.” he shrugged. “Yeah but you could’ve used it for yourself.”

“Well from what I saw on the bus, I think you needed it more than me!” You rolled your eyes at his remark and smiled.

“Whatever. Thanks anyway. But I wanna repay you somehow.” You said with genuine eyes. Wilbur tilted his head to the side like a puppy as you suddenly pointed at his jacket. “I can wash this for you! Really!” you exclaimed, though the boy only scoffed and shook his head. “Y/N don’t worry, it’s really not a big deal.”

“If it’s ‘not a big deal’ then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking this home and washing it for you.” You retorted, reaching past his lap and grabbing the jacket. Wilbur looked off to the side, as if he was thinking about it and held his hands up, “You know what, by all means go for it. It’ll give me a reason to see you again anyway.”

You froze, speechless with the soggy jacket still in your grasp, “Wait what-”

“Wilbur! Come play!”

The both of you snapped your heads at Tommy with a basketball, and Wilbur tilted his head up, letting his friend know he’ll be there in a bit.

“I think that’s my cue to play with the boys.” Wilbur said, standing up from his spot. You nodded, looking up at his full length. God was he tall.

You could never admit it but you were a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be staying a little longer.

“You can guarantee that your jacket will be as good as new when I see you!” You beamed. He gave you a warm smile, and naturally patted your head and it was as if butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Then I’ll see you until then, Y/N.”

And with that, the tall boy jumped down from the bleachers and headed towards his friend group, who was waiting for him in anticipation. He turned around to make eye contact with you and gave you an ecstatic wave, to which you responded with a lighthearted giggle.

Safe to say, Wilbur’s jacket wasn’t a match against the rain as the both of you didn’t show up to school the next day. Though this time, instead of dreading the fact that you were sick, you were quite happy since you spent the day texting your new friend who was in the same situation as you.

#wilbur x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur #myct #wilbur soot x reader #imagine #mcyt imagine #kyuwrites!#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur fluff

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peachy-tea-anon · 2 years

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I've noticed a lack of ranboo x reader in this world and as he's my fave I thought I'd request something with him <3

I was hoping to get a super fluffy sickfic with lots of comfort if possible <3

“𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞“

a ranboo x gn!reader sick fic

a/n: absolutely!!! i have a finished ranboo x reader fic in my drafts, i think im just gonna write a ton of fics tonight and pace them out, but i'd be happy to write this, i love sick fics. sorry if this one is a bit rushed, but i hope you enjoy, and remember: stay peachy🍑

you felt like shit, to say the least.

your fever was high, but you felt so cold. you were incredibly congested, nose dripping, and you had a headache. you could barely move. you needed to do something.

so you called your boyfriend.

okay, okay, it sounds cliche. but he was the only person you could think of.

your shaky, weak hands dialed his number.

ring

"...hey! what's up?"

"hey, what are ya doin?"

"just out with tommy and tubbo, are you okay? you sound sick."

"i am, i feel terrible. well, ill leave you to hang out with tommy and tubbo, i love yo-"

"im coming over."

"no, hang out with tommy and tubbo, don't worry-"

"im. coming. over."

before you can say anything, he hung up.

not much longer, and hes letting himself in.

"y/n?"

"in here" you say shakily, letting out a small cough.

he walks and and immediately rushes to your aid.

"don't get close, i don't want you to get sick."

"i don't care, my gremlin needs help, i help."

you giggle at the nickname, and he pulls you in for a hug.

"so," he claps. "i bought juice, crackers, ginger ale, cold medicine, ibuprofen, teddy grahams, and gummy worms. those are for me."

"thank you ranboo, you really didn't have to do all this"

"but i wanted to." he looks at you with a lovesick smile. even with a runny nose, you would always be perfect in his eyes.

he goes the full 9 yards, he draws you a bath, he makes you soup, and he cuddles you until you fall asleep.

what you don't know, is while you were asleep, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

"i love you"

"you're my angel"

"you make me so happy"

"there isn't a thought that crosses my mind that isn't about you"

"how did i get so lucky?"

when you woke up in the middle of the night coughing, he gave you cough drops.

when you said your muscles hurt, he would massage you.

he took such good care of you, and he never left your side until you felt better.

he was amazing, and you were lucky to have him.

he was yours.

and you were his.

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#dsmp x reader #dream smp #ranboo #ranboo x you #ranboo mcyt #ranboo x reader #fluff #ranboo fluff #ranboolive

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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Mcyt with an s/o who's a voice acter for video game characters? They mostly do voice characters in horror games n stuff(like until dawn, where the characters are also modeled after the voice after if I remember correctly)

I just think their faces would be hilarious if the choice they make in the game ends up with y/n getting killed lol

OH MY GOD YESSSSS ; also tried to use different games and not the same for everyone but I'm not the heaviest story game gamer LMFAO ; also don't talk about how timeliness wouldn't make sense shhhhhh

MCYT ; video game voice actor

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language & fictional violence and death/murder

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

somehow the topic of mc story mode came up and how you actually voice acted a few characters + one of the Jessie variants (whichever you picked as a kid 🙏)

"WHAT? WHY DIDNT I KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"I mean I was like, fourteen. I don't think I even knew you yet"

"absolute betrayal"

he literally speeds to his office, downloads the first game and proceeds to stream for three hours playing it (he selects whichever Jessie you voiced of course)

"OH MY GOD THAT IS MY PARTNER, HOLY SHIT, LISTEN TO THEIR BABY VOICE!"

the tweets never end

"spot the difference" and its an old/new pic of you compared to jessie

💀💀💀💀

once he gets to the save Petra or Lukas scene he straight up pauses and playfully yells at you like you made the game?? 💀🙏

he dies so many times it's not even funny

love him tho

TUBBO

red dead redemption two 💀

forget the qsmp, once he finally downloads the game its all he's playing for a straight week

again, how the hell did he not know about this??

it was only 2018??

you voice a few of the townsfolk and a few of the supporting characters

everytime he hears your baby voice he's like "omg you sounded like that??" obviously he's been friends w you for a while so he doesn't notice voice changes

as an Easter egg, the player can actually kill one of the random townsfolk solely for being annoying with no consequences

it's modeled after you as well 💀💀💀

the npc just shouts annoying shit and doesn't shut up and is encouraged to kill the kid

tubbo kills the kid and unlocks the secret achievement

RANBOO

Detroit become human

the moment he finds out you voiced a minor character he speedruns trying to find you

the character is also modeled after you, so he's begging chat to keep an eye out for you too

you're basically just some very friendly person trying to help Connor but no matter what route he/the player takes, you wind up dead for the angst

ouuuu the heartbreak, the angst

if it's by being shot, betrayed, or committing your own death, you're gone bro

"y/n why the fuck does your character die in the worst ways possible?"

you shrug

"that genuinley hurt my feelings. I don't wanna play this anymore"

"you didn't get to Connors possible death scene yet!"

"WHAT?"

FREDDIE BADLINU

TLOU 2 (I don't support the makers zionist views, I just thought this fit. free Palestine and do your daily clicks)

was literally cheering you on the whole time when you were bts for voice acting your character

you had to take like scream classes to upgrade your screaming abilities lmao

you gave the voice to a character modeled after you, an infected teen who runs into ellie on her way through the game

she/the player is forced to put you down because you're not immune

he plays through the game and turns to you like "dude do I actually have to kill you to progress?"

you just nod

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna do this"

THE DESPERATE SCREAMING GOT HIM

literally looked at you in horror

"...are you okay?"

you smile and nod

NIKI NIHACHU

life is strange

mf you would've been like 16?? damn get ur bag, okay

she plays through and you va (whoever you choose) and everytime she hears your voice she smiles

"omg that's my partner! that's y/n, you guys!! :D"

the cutest

literallt cries at the end of the game

"y/n, were you in life is strange two?"

"why?"

"Cause I wanna play it but I don't wanna get my hopes up about you being there"

"just play it, just play it. trust me"

ALEX QUACKITY

twdg s4

basically clem/the player gets really close to your character and ends up having to kill them after they turn into a walker

the angst, the heartbreak

he's never done a full let's play / game play like that before and especially with a full game series

when he got to s4 and heard you for the first time he literally started jumping around and screaming

now when you die... it's jumping and screaming alright (in anger and sadness)

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I PLAYED ALL THOSE GAMES JUST FOR YOU TO DIE?"

"I mean there's an option to prevent me turning, you're just a dumbass"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? IM RESTARTING"

FOOLISH GAMERS

dead by daylight

you va'd multiple characters/killers

and the devs wanted to show appreciation by giving you your own playable character with your natural voice

when foolish finds out, he gets tubbo, quackity, tina & niki in a call to play dbd + stream for like 6 hours

loves seeing all the death animations you'd be given and all your voicelines

"OH MY GOD! guys this is my partner, they're so instantly talented at voice acting, holy shit!"

"we get it foolish, you love y/n"

"It's more than love, quackity, it's an obsession"

"my brother in christ, calm down"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #alex quackity x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader

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deadqueerboys · 24 days

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pls dare me so I can write for Tubbo???

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ador3him · 2 years

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hello ! i want to request a quackity x reader imagine. anyways , it starts with reader, quackity and quackity’s friends all playing a game together something like amongus. throughout the game reader is ignored and spoken over by everybody including quackity (not meaning to of course), reader starts to feel sad and feels like they are being annoying, chat notices, reader decides to end stream, lies and says they are going to sleep. After the game ends quackity goes on twt and sees the reader’s name trending, he decides to click through it and sees a “compilation video” of reader being ignored throughout the game and everybody talking about it. Quackity realizes his mistake and pays the reader a visit. You can add/change stuff if you’d like!

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by anon

warnings: none i think

word count: 687

a/n: sorry this took awhile!! idek why it did i j didnt feel that inspired to write it until now, its such a good request im j lazy lol!!

“Yooo! I literally told you Sapnap was imposter but no body fucking listens! No don’t listen to Tubbo!” Tubbo yells into his microphone. Sapnap is laughing as the ‘DEFEAT’ animation shows up on everyone’s screen apart from his.

“I died you guys didn’t avenge me. It was so obviously Sapnap what the fuck!” Karl groans through his head back faking frustration. Quackity and George are fighting with each other over who said Sapnap was the imposter (spoiler it was only Tubbo). Wilbur and Tommy are complaining that they got voted off for no reason and y/n is just sitting on stream their music playing in the background. No one talked to them through the whole round and the round before that and surprise the rounds before that. Of course, they could’ve talked to them first- oh wait they did! No one listened, just cut them off or plain ignored them and no they weren’t on mute.

They sigh knowing that if they continued to play, they would still be ignored. Ultimately, they decide to say their goodbyes to their stream while on mute before bracing themselves for the overwhelming ignorance that’s about to come to them.

“Hey guys I think I’m going to go now, I ended my stream it’s getting late where I am,” y/n tries to talk as loud as they can without it passing as yelling. A few protests slip through from Wilbur and Sapnap but other than that everyone said quiet and quick goodbyes. They click ‘Leave Call’ as all the pfp icons disappear from their screen they shut their PC down. Jumping into bed not bothering to change as they are in their sweatpants and a Quackity hoodie he sent to y/n as a birthday gift.

Their phone is on their side desk fully charged, they take it off charge and open Twitter. Notifications flood in, their name on trending and compilations of them from not only their stream but others as well of y/n being utterly ignored and talked over throughout the game. They throw their phone on the other side of the bed and turn over cuddling into a pillow drifting off to sleep.

Quackity is still streaming, he is in the middle of the game when his phone is blowing up from Twitter which the notifications are usually on silent apart from y/n’s. When they get tagged, replied to, or posts he gets a notification. He picks up his phone to look at the swarm of posts and clips of y/n being unnoticed in everyone’s streams. His heart sinks feeling so guilty, he was so caught up in his stream and fighting with George the whole stream that he didn’t even get to talk to y/n nor notice what was happening instead accidently encouraging it.

“Hey guys I think I might go can yall vote me off?” Quackity says when a body gets reported. Everyone protests saying how their stream would suck without only making him feel worse. “Please? I really need to go I forgot about this paper I have due.” Everyone obliges voting him off, he says goodbye to his stream and leaves the call.

He practically runs to his car and makes his way to y/n’s apartment. When he makes it there, he doesn’t bother texting them, he uses his key that they gave him for ‘Emergencies’ which was basically their way of asking him to come over more.

“y/n? mi amor?” He calls out from the living room as he makes his way to their bedroom, he carefully opens the door to see them sleeping. He blushes at the sight of y/n in his hoodie, he sits beside them gently brushing the hair off their face, they looked so relaxed and not at all sad which relieved him slightly. He took off his shoes and climbed into y/n’s bed beside them wrapping his arm around their waist.

“I am so sorry, mi amor,” Quackity whispers pressing a kiss onto the top of their head before hiding his face into the back of their neck, falling asleep hoping they will forgive him when they wake up.

#quackity x y/n #mcyt quackity #quackity fluff #quackity angst #quackity x reader #quackity #mcyt angst #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine #mcyt fic #mcyt x reader #dsmp x gn reader #dsmp quackity #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #dsmp x y/n

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disturbed-and-depressed · 2 years

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5 Years

CC!Ranboo x GN!Reader

Song: 5 Years by Bo Burnham

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just say what you were going to say.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or it was.

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

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

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

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

“Come on, be a man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fun messing with you!”

“Fuck off!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy five years.”

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Hallooo Lana! I have a Request- Can I request Philza x Small/Short Reader and for comfort with Anxiety and Possibly Other mental health issues if not thats ok but Mostly just wanted some amazing comfort to read at night- It would make me really happy for me to read this about Phil- so if you can then THANK YOU AND LOVE YA /P!!

yess!!!

everythings okay , hon !

platonic philza x gn!reader

warnings: mental health mentions, anxiety, panic attack

song recommended for reading: cigarettes out the window by tv girl

thank you to @heiijoy for helping me out on this ask!!

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y/ns pov

I didn't know what the fuck was going on with me that month.

I constantly felt tired and lazy, and I just wanted to stay in my bed for months at a time, even though I couldn't. I would only shower every 5 days, and I tried to avoid as many events as possible.

I just wanted to separate from everything and everyone else in this world a couple times, but I felt alone. And when everyone tried to talk to me, I felt overwhelmed. And when I tried to talk to someone, they wouldn't understand me.

I felt hopeless. I felt like shit.

I was at an content creator party to celebrate a meetup in my city, and I truly didn't want to be there. But Tommy dragged me to go. He was one of the many who didn't know what random shit I was going through.

I looked around me and my surrondings. Fluorescent lights above me, hard tile floor below me. I looked at the people.

They're all looking at you.

God, why do you have to be so gross?

They're all judging you. Everyone is.

They all want you to leave.

They never want to see your disgusting face ever again.

"Stop, stop, stop." I mumbled, feeling tears well at my eyes. Ranboo looked over at me in concern. "Y/n? Are you oka-"

I ran off before I heard the rest of his words. I needed to be alone. Nothing else. Just alone. I was shaking, and I just let the tears spill out of my eyes. I leaned against the all, letting my body fall and drop to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. I buried my face in my knees so no one could see me.

ranboo's pov

Before I even finished my sentence, y/n quickly picked themselves up and ran across the room to head upstairs to the empty office space. I looked back at Tommy and Toby, wondering what to do. They both shrugged and continued on with their conversation. I couldn't just let it go like that, though.

I ran over to Phil. Phil had a really strong bond with y/n, and he was truly a father to them. "Phil!" I yelled out.

"Ranboo? Are you okay?" Phil said, looking at me concerningly.

I catched my breath from running. "I-it's y/n. They ran upstairs to the office spaces and they looked like they were panicking. Can you check on them please? They trust you the most out out of all of us."

Phil nodded and mouthed "Thank you" to me, and I nodded in response and went back over to Tommy and Tubbo.

y/ns pov

I heard footsteps come from the stairs across the room.

"Shit." I whispered softly. Fuck, my voice was all raspy. How am I going to hide-

I saw a shadow from in front of me. The figure sat next to me and hugged me tightly, embracing a soft hug that I basically melted into.

It was Phil.

"Everything's okay. It's all okay. Everything is okay, hon. Can you tell me what happened?" Phil said softly, still hugging me.

I just let it out. I trusted Phil. I explained everything I've done, thought and felt. It felt a little guilty but comforting.. all at once. Even explaining was a lot, so I had to pause sometimes and take a breath. Phil listened the entire time, not speaking a word. His presence was comforting to me.

"And, I just don't know what's.... wrong with me." I confessed, ending my vent.

Phil sighed. "Y/n, love, there's nothing wrong with you. And everything you said about people not loving you, I heard about 10 people talking about you. And all 10 of them were positive. They were complimenting your streams, your outfit, your humor, everything possible. You're an incredible person, and you should reach out more often. I care about you, and so does everyone else at this party!" he said softly. "Please, please realize that."

I smiled at him. "Thank you Phil. I can't thank you enough."

"Now, shall we head back?" Phil laughed.

"We shall!"

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